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  1. #1
    Cozette's Avatar
    The Prince's Ghoul
    The Prince's Ghoul
    This Mortal Coil

    Those that arrived early enough might have seen something unusual. The Nox, dark and silent. Cozette Muriel had arrived early enough. Phone calls were made, and a soft explosion of activity made the club ready for the formal gathering. Some might recognize the decor. Some things, couldn't be helped. A ghoul can only do so much.

    The important thing? The Prince's formal Court was opened.

    The Nox Populi Nightclub.

    As Kindred arrive at Nox, they are discreetly met and led into the club, after they have divested themselves of weapons and exchanged canes. Another evening; another Danse. For some it will their first, for some it shall be their last. After all, this is the Prince's Elysium, and subject to the Laws of the Domain.


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    Vivian York


    The Daeva was rarely early for anything, but never late thus far. She preferred the punctuality of the middle range. Fashionably late was just an excuse for those who spent too much time primping themselves.

    Her Nova had been parked around the block to enjoy the walk with the light breeze letting her dress flow in the wind. The locks of the Succubus' hair were red tonight in a neat u pdo. Normally she wanted to push the limits, but tonight Vivian felt like being elegant in the satin red dress. Accompanied by gold satin gloves and matching strappy heel, they clicked as she arrived at security for the routine checks. This of course resulted in nothing found; she was so stupid to bring her friend inside.

    The dress moved with her, it felt like heaven against her skin. Like life trickled upon the pale flesh, taunting old memories to pull forward they were quickly thwarted with the reminder that soon, it would be full of Beasts. This time formal court brought a slightly more quickened pace, she was Juan’s new right hand and hopefully none of their family pushed her to enforce it tonight.

  4. #3
    Martha Villiers's Avatar

    Martha Villiers

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    Please remember that Predator's Taint is in effect and role-play is expected, or rolls will be asked for! This is a great place to get Acknowledged


    Weighed down by recent turmoil, Martha hurries toward the Elysia from a walk around the block.

    To those who haven't met her before, Martha appears quite Mortal, youthful, pale and petite.

    Tiny Martha is neatly attired in an Edwardian style English school uniform. Yes, there are the hipster spectacles perched daintily on the end of her nose. So too is the short gymslip with a hemline to mid thigh, it reveals a single, toned and trim, leg clad in a serviceable black stocking.

    Her hair is an odd shade. To the expert eye, her twin tails are 'zombie blue' with a subtle hint of 'zombie green' thrown in for good measure. A red bow adds an ornamental dash of color and matches her red neck tie.

    A swift glance would reveal that she's wearing her C-Leg. A C-Leg which clearly extends high up her left thigh.

    Though smelling of minty toothpaste and lemons, she's shunned more obvious cosmetics.

    She emits no Beast.

    Her petite presence, however, exudes an almost tangible sweetness and innocence.

    Making use of a simple metal walking cane, tiny Martha is limping down The Stairs. Nodding her thanks for the help to Cozette, she makes a note not to be late again and smiles a greeting to Vivian.

    "Thank you, Miss Murial. I appreciate your swift action. I am sorry I wasn't here earlier."

    "Good evening, Miss York. I hope you are well." she smiled and, anticipating the Prince's displeasure, privately made plans to leave the Domain at the earliest opportunity. Things had gone far enough.
    Health: 8 Willpower: 7 Vitae: Safari - -1 Striking Looks +2
    Very English accent. Flaw: Limps badly - most of her left leg is missing. Eidetic Memory, Combat Aware'. Danger Sense. Trained Observer

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    sumthingpositiv

    Katya finishes up with work in her office and hears footsteps outside, taking that as her cue to enter before others arrived. On this evening she chose to wear a black pair of slacks under a white tuxedo shirt, a crimson red vest covering it. A black tie travels from her neck and disappears under the vest and over her torso is a long jacket that extends down to her kneecaps. Her jet black hair hangs over her shoulders, untied and parting almost symmetrically to hang evenly over each side of her head.

    Once she steps out into the main floor, she sees a woman in red and it's the color that invoke
    s the emotion, pure rage as she senses a trespasser in her presence. Her hands clench and she fights to ignore her violent fantasy in binding the woman before tearing her flesh. This woman, Katya reminds herself, has been nothing but pleasant to her and she sates her beast by reminding it that while she cannot grant the violence it desires, she can provide it some gratitude by tying the women later for other purposes, if her offer to Katya still stands.

    Her kinky life acting as a buffer to placate the Demon in her undead body, Katya sighs as she approaches Vivian, recognizing that Martha is also there. The sound of Katya's stilletto heels clicking against the floor can be heard as she approaches both women with a nod of her head.

    "Good evening, Mistress Keeper, Whip York, how are both of you this evening?"

  7. #5
    I've Done Things... Bad Things.
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    Konrad Roth's Avatar

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    Status (Criminals) ••
    Presence •• (Wallflower)
    Konrad Roth

    5'10" 158lbs (72kg), Konrad has narrow dark blue eyes and sandy brown hair. He looks to be in his late twenties and often is seen wearing a heavy leather overcoat and sneakers.

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    -2 Vitae to heal Aggravated Damage upon waking


    The black unnatural wounds on Konrad's flesh may have been healed for the most part, but the wound Cody left in him ran deeper than that. He had shrugged it off at the time, laying the conditions of his Ghoul's death and dismantling his Haven had been a welcome distraction from the weight of his sins. Even now he reminds himself that the deed had been justified, that the real fault had been Cotouri's for infiltrating his mind. But despite the cold logic and reasoning he still feels a burning anger inside him that threatens to crack his usually relaxed disposition.

    The sensation of Beasts do not help this. Each one infuriates him, a mask of humanity wrapped around a coiled vipers. Each one of them trying desperately to save their own neck to stay afloat in the Danse. The Keeper, too weak in word or action to save Cody when he needed her most. The Seneschal, too afraid to fail the Prince that she gave into Cordoba's paranoia. And Juan himself, a windbag of complaints and excuses. If only he could complain Cotouri to her Final Death it might make up for it.

    A small brass cross dangles around Konrad's neck. Cody's. A keepsake Konrad took for himself before cutting all ties to his already dead Ghoul. Cody hadn't been particularly religious. Said the thing was a gift from his mother after coming out of the closet. A subtle message to pray the sin away. How odd it found its way around the neck of God's harbinger of sin. He clutches at it, trying to sop up his rage into the small metal object like a sponge.

    Descending the stairs, Konrad knew to leave his tools and weaponry behind with his van, keeping only keys, a phone, and wallet on his person. He wears a black suit and a black tie and leaves his leather overcoat at the coat check to retrieve later. The lack of color only makes his corpse-like complexion more noticeable along with the flash of reflected light on the brass accessory.

    Despite misgivings brought on by the Beast, Konrad nods respectfully to the Keeper Chrisie and the Seneschal sumthingpositiv . "Good evening, Keeper. Seneschal," he tells them each in turn.

    Looking to Vivian York he says to her, "I heard the news. Congratulations on making Whip, Miss York. But with such a pleasant family it must be a cushy gig." There's no smirk or hint at humor this time. Whether he is complimenting her family or discrediting her appointment can't be distinguished. It is said distantly, as if he were remarking on the weather. Maybe he doesn't really care but feels it is something he aught to say.

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    Alessandra's Avatar
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    Blood Potency(+1)
    Status
    (Criminals)
    Retainer
    (Gabriel)
    First thing you will notice about Ale is the abundance of her tattoos. They go from her face all the way to her feet, and not much is left bare. The second thing? Her strong Italian accent.

    Known as Sofia De Luca

    Gabriel, Ghoul
    Cain, Hell Hound
    Alessandra Scenes
     -2 Vitae for Blush of Life and Drink, 
     
     

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    Formal Court, which meant she had to put a little more effort into her outfit. A pants suit was debated, but she didn’t want Katya to think she was coping her style, and she had her own style anyways.

    Two dresses were pulled out and compared. One was a little tamer and the other was more daring and more out of her comfort zone. Which would make her stand out, well, she hoped it would, which is why she picked it. Least, she hoped it fit with the whole formal thing, fashion was defiantly not her thing.

    Her guns were left at home this time, not really having a good place to carry them from home to Nox.

    If her heart could beat, it would be pounding in her chest as she descended into Court. As the presence of Beast washed over her, she felt the familiar fear from her own. It did not want to be here. Once she dealt with her Beast, she continued into the Court.

    The Savage Whip was dressed quite formally this evening. A floor length dress fit her curves perfectly. It was one shouldered, with one long half sleeve and had the appearance of being sheer. Her hair was up, and a few long pieces framed her face.

    Looks like there was already a small gathering, so she makes her way over. Pausing only to blow to Katya, Konrad and Martha.

    “Looks like this is where the party is.”
    She greets with a smile. "Seneschal Harding, Keeper Villiars, Priscus Roth, Whip York."
    Alessandra Antinori │BP 6│Strong Italian Accent

  10. #7
    Josephine Sterling's Avatar


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    Once more, Josephine tread down into the belly of the Nox Populi with a ring of black feathers around her neck. Indeed, she was dressed all in black, illuminating with stark contrast the colorlessness of her flesh, the corpse white hue which gave lie any claims of life.

    Tonight, she was an emissary of the grave. Come to issue dire challenge. To act as the harbinger of Final Death for one of their number. Just as the Raven, she was here tonight as an omen of coming violence, of brutality which would shed flesh from spirit and send it onward to whatever judgement awaited it.

    Many would shy away from this. They would try to hide from the Truth of the matter and occupy their time with paltry displays of civility and socialization. But those were fools. Ones that Josephine would waste no time upon. She was Kindred, and when she truly wished to solve a problem, she would do so with spilt blood.

    Sable feathers

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    Formal Court. A new experience. The word formal impressed itself into her mind. She wondered at what to wear, and how she could afford anything passable.

    A prom dress might be just the thing, she'd decided, and with school about to start the stores were already advertising for them. She'd picked out something online that would match her hair, the pastel in the large puffed out skirts perfectly mirroring her own pastels. She wore no jewelry, hoping the glitter of the dress bodice would speak for itself. Hidden underneath were a pair of pink heels.

    Overcoming her fears, she walked quickly and decisively into the court. She sees her friend Martha, and gives her a smile, but continues on to Konrad Roth , who is speaking with Vivian York . "Prefect Roth, Whip York, its so nice to see both of you." Her hand reaches up and touches Konrad gently on the arm. She is unsure how he'll react, and keeps her eyes on his face as she does, before pulling it away slowly.

    She widens her smile and gives a curtsy with her wide skirt to the others. "Keeper Villers, always an absolute pleasure. Seneschal Harding, I don't believe we've been formally introduced. I am Diana Barnes, Myrmidon of the Carthian Movement." Finally, she gives a look to Alessandra and extends her hand. Her beast cries out for her to lay low the challenger, but she resists. "I don't believe we've been introduced either. Diana Barnes."

    In her periphery, she sees Josephine, wearing her feathers as promised.
    BP 1 | Striking Looks 4 (ethereal, captivating) | Presence 3 (friendly)
    Health 7 | Vitae 8/10 | Willpower 4/4

  13. #9
    Asa's Avatar
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    Mask of Tranquility
    New Identity
    (Clark Miller)
    Prince Asa Clarke

    Mask of Tranquility
    Striking •• Handsome
    Presence ●●●●●
    Charismatic/Commanding
    Need to set these up
    The Prince's Ghoul • Cozette Muriel
    The Prince's Ghoul • Olivette Angeline

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    The ghoul looks surprised, her head dropping in a small deferential nod as she is addressed. As the Keeper moves on and is then surrounded, she fades into the background to take a set of keys and small folder from...

    ...Asa Clarke descends into the Court proper.

    A midnight blue tuxedo, blacker than black under the artificial lighting, is matched by a neatly knotted tie and properly collared shirt. For a moment, he simply stands, letting the press of Beasts wash over him. If flaying could be called washing. Each one, a rake of claws, not deep enough to inspire terror, but fully deep enough to enrage. Every one, a set of fangs sucking the Blood out of his Domain, increasing the risk of discovery, raising the threat of insurgency. Hands came together, fingertips pressed against each other rather than rending cold gibbets of flesh from dead bones.

    Not tonight.

    For each one was also a buffer. Weak, ineffectual buffers, but buffers. Eyes roamed over each as the dark crimson haze cleared. They lingered for a moment on a dress that would have been comical had it's owner not been so lovely, then over signature Daeva crimson, to finally land on a dark raptor. Others, his eyes conspicuously ignored pausing upon.

    " Josephine ,"
    Asa spoke with a charming smile as he approached.

    "Do you have a moment?"
    Description: 6'4, with an invitingly easy charm. Speaks with a slow cadence that borders on a drawl, but without an accent. Subtle hints of wealth in clothing and accouterments.

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    Vivian York

    Vivian clutched her handbag as the Beasts seemed to swarm into the Nox. Half wishing there were a brick inside to quickly throw down and let the blood fly. But, it would be a waste, and hell would break loose. Not something she was ready to do for no reason other than the snit fit within.

    “Good evening, Seneschal Harding!” The Daeva smiled with joy. “And Keeper Villiers, I am well, you?” The same look on her face to both of the women.

    “Thank you Priscus Roth.” Vivian laughed and shook her head. “Well, be that as it may, one never knows what a night may bring and what Kindred may waltz through the door acting like a fool.” Her eyes didn’t flicker to look at a soul, but it was the truth.

    “Good eve, Alessandra .” The Succubus’ head turned for a moment. “Remind me to speak with you later. Not at all urgent, but if not tonight perhaps another.” Her grin was of good will, and there wasn’t anything to read beyond.

    “Diana!” Vivian’s free arm opened to Family and she took a few steps back to widen the circle. “My my, your dress looks delicious. Much like cotton candy, positively lickable.”

    Catching Josephine when she entered. Vivian pointed to her Coterie mate, then pantomimed caressing along her chest and made a large okay hand gesture. She looked magnificent. About to call her over when the Prince arrived and spoke the other Ventrue’s name. Still, Vivian bowed forward to Asa respectfully as he looked rather dapper in his tux.

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