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    Crowley's Avatar

    Free Council

    Temoins du Sud, Doorwarden
    Crowley

    Free Council

    1
    PRE

    Descend the stairs at the parking lot attached to that shopping strip on J Street near Big Brother Comics, and you'd find a door. Once the door was boarded up and the stair well was a veritable jungle of urban detritus. Now its clean, washed, and gleaming in the night. The door isn't boarded up either: its big and black and heavy and tonight opens inward - a dark portal to a hidden underworld, promising adventure. Band flyers frame that door and someone thought it artistic to stick a line of Tarot cards and Faerie pictures along the lintel. Who knows how long they'll last there.

    Tavern3.jpg

    Within its tastefully dim, with the stone walls giving off a welcoming, wholesome glow in the low light. A natural glow of ancient rock, evoking ancient caves. Plants sprout playfully from the walls, as do more pictures taken from the Tarot and prints of various artists of Faerie; most line the walls in a curious pattern if one is willing to take the time to figure it out. Depictions of the god and goddess, along with ancient symbols of truth, peep out from hidden crevices, illuminated by stray light, reminding or perhaps signalling the actual affiliation of this place.

    The club evokes the sense of a tavern of old, hidden from the main street with a low barrel ceiling: at once tomb, barrow, and secret place. It is home to the alternate, the urban pagan, those who wish to dream.

    Over at the modest stage, a pagan folk band plays.

    And Crowley Saul Springfield is its master. He's over by at the bar, by the way, demonstrating that a king must serve.

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  3. #2
    Daniel Leto's Avatar
    Daniel Leto
    Daniel

    Mask: He looks to be late teens or early twenties with blonde hair and blue eyes. He has a kind face and an understanding look. When talking with him he is always engaged, nodding and giving indications he’s listening to you. His smiles have a melancholy to them, though.
    Mein: His eyes and hair turn black beneath the mask. His skin becomes paler as if drained of color, giving him the slight appearance of a marble grave statue. Two stumps with tattered black feathers grow from his shoulder blades. They can be seen pressing at the back of his shirt. The odd feather pokes through holes. Most striking though, is that he is slightly transparent in an otherworldly way. His mantle manifests as wisps of fog and mist.
    Status/Social

    Presence: 2
    Freehold Status: 3
    Winter Mantle: 3
    Wyrd: 4
    Hidden Life: 1
    Rigid Mask
    Contacts (Digital Networks)
    Will/Health/Glamour

    Willpower Max: 5

    Health Max: 7

    Glamour Max: 9/13
    Promises and Vows

    Vow (Winter Freehold Commendation):
    Task: Fealty, Medial Alliance (Freeholders)
    Boon: Vassalage (+1 Clarity deg), Adroitness (+1 Empathy)
    Sanction: Medial Curse
    Duration: Year and a Day

    Horn and Bone

    Vow (Sharpened Horn and Bone):
    Task: Dreaming, Endeavor (stop nightmares)
    Boon: Adroitness (Empathy, Occult)
    Sanctions: Poisoning of Boon (Adroitness)
    Duration: Year and a Day

    (Harden Mask)Glamour 1 Spent
    2
    PRE

    Daniel had on his nondescript hoody. Between him and his clothes there was only pitch black, marble white, and pale grey. However, as he approached the new bar he'd heard about, his Mask hardened. Skin normally drained of color tanned. Hair lightened from goth dyed to bright blonde. Black eyes gave way to blue, though the understanding and sadness behind them remained.

    There was an attentiveness to his gaze as well tonight. A 'fairy tavern' had certain implications for the Lost. The Gravewight wanted to make sure it wasn't a danger to the Freehold. He was a Ranger after all. Check to see if it was a trap set up by a Loyalist (or god forbid a True Fey) to spirit away drunk mortals who had too rosy a view of what fairies were. Even if it was just an unsworn Changeling setting up shop, they'd need to take the oath and hopefully be persuaded to tone down the symbolism. There was embracing what you were and then there was shouting it for everyone to hear. When everyone included privateers, that ran a certain risk. Hopefully everything was copacetic and it was just a mortal looking to corner a niche.

    Entering the stone chamber, Daniel stood for a moment in the entryway with his hands in his pockets. Looking around, nothing immediately jumped out at him. No court symbols or signs of hospitality anyway. Though those weren't always universal. If this was a newcomer, they might be using a different code.

    Mask
    Darkling Gravewight | Winter Mantle ••• (Mist and Fog) | Glamour 9 / Willpower 4/5 (4 HotD) / Wyrd 4
    Rigid Mask / Hidden Life 1 / Winter Freehold Vow / Horn and Bone

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  5. #3
    Alice Hart's Avatar
    Presence
    (Disquieting)
    Mask of Tranquility
    Striking Looks
    (Pale Wraith)
    Alice Hart

    Baddacelli
    Acolyte and Valkyrja of the Circle of the Crone
    Danger Sense ●
    Status; City ●●●, Clan ●●, Cov ●●

    Lyssa Wolfe. Ghoul

    Curse

    Past her Albinism, Alice is naught but a doll, beautiful in her impossible perfection. Taking on a inescapable sheen of artifice, both movements and manner seem, hollow and fake. She's nothing but a marionette, limbs jerking and twisting as if pulled by invisible strings.

    Marring her unnatural beauty are her eyes, or the lack of them, vacant pits of visceral horror.
    Stats

    (Blush)Vitae 1 Spent
    1
    OCC
    +1
    SL
    -1
    NOS
    2
    PRE

    A fairy themed tavern? Hells to the bells yes!

    When Alice Hart discovered Electric Fairyland, she did a stupid little dance that totally would have ruined any and all the credibility she'd gain with the other Kindred in the city, and her Family...well maybe not Martha, but...Fuck it! Right now she needed check it out! She hadn't found anything in town that spoke to the kid in her that used to dress up wearing fairy wings. Read more then was healthy and wanted to write her own stories...

    Alice hoped this place wasn't a shit hole, with glitter thrown everywhere, looking more like a strip club then a proper tavern, as advertised.

    Wearing a black tanktop, and a skirt she'd once worn to a meeting with Martha, because butterflies were never a wrong choice. Alice walked her albino ass down to the club. As the lights hit her unreal amethysts, Alice willed life to flow through her ceramic seeming flesh. Either this would the best place ever...or...or.

    All of Alice's doubts evaporated as she stepped up to the door. Never mind going inside. A giddy feeling she hasn't experienced since coming to Sacramento coiled in her belly. It was her too-wide, too-fake smile, upon her petal pink lips instead of one of her more practiced smiles. Ones she knew looked 'normal', but as her eyes took in the ancient seeming stone walls, the descriptive ivy crawling upon them. "Squee." she breathes out, the sound so soft she'd barely heard it, she takes another moment to cast her eyes around the room, before heading to the bar.
    Health: | Willpower: | Vitae: | Mimetismo 1: Certain Sounds Active

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  7. #4
    Aurora's Avatar
    Aurora
    Spells
    Striking Looks
    (Riveting)
    Presence
    (Confident)
    Fame
    (Entertainment)
    Madison Cross
    (Sleeper ID)
    Gnosis
    Aurora
    Aurora

    Dedicated Magical Tool

    Multicolored copper bracelet with intricate loops winding around her right wrist.
    Nimbus

    The sweet, fragrant smells of roses mixed with lilacs emanate from her as she casts magic. The scent intensifies, bordering on intoxicating, when Life magic is cast. When Aurora casts Vulgar magic, the scent takes a nasty turn, to the putrid, nauseating odor of a rotting corpse. The stronger the magic, the more those around want to retch at the smell.
    Monthly Spells

    Monthly spells done on character sheet.


    Pulse of the Living World[POT 6]
    Organic Resilience[POT 6]
    (PrP Treasure Hunt)

    Active Spells: 1/6
    [Detect Substance]Bone
    Personal Spells: 2/3
    Vulgar:
    Mana:6/8
    WP:3

    2
    FAME
    +1
    SL
    4
    PRE

    Faye never needed an excuse to go out and have fun. And she hadn’t stepped out for fun since getting back. Not to mention a club with tarot cards and Faerie was just too good to pass up!

    The Enchantress drew on an outfit she had worn before, but that was a while ago. Leather pants encased her long legs and a sheer black tank top with sparkly stars was worn on top. The heels weren’t really needed, considering she was already tall, but why the hell not?! For an added bit of flare, she colored the ends of her hair in reds and yellow. She thought it looked kinda like fire, but if no one else got it, she wasn’t worried.

    As she enters the club, a hand absently runs long the stone on the wall as a smile appears on her lips. Between the music, the tarot cards and the earthy feel, she was in heaven!

    And where does a girl start her night? At the bar of course! The smile grew into a grin as she bounces up to the bar after seeing Crowley.

    “Evening stranger!” greets the blonde with mischievous eyes.

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  9. #5
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    Crowley's Avatar

    Free Council

    Temoins du Sud, Doorwarden
    Crowley

    Free Council

    1
    PRE

    Crowley was happy.

    He might not be the best bartender in the world, but he was certainly one of the most enthusiastic. Things appeared to be going well on this opening night and the Enchanter was aglow with vital energy. Part of him longed for the stage and he found himself staring at it - in those few brief moments he got - as the players cycled through their sets.

    "Well, well, well. Look whom my Art has summoned!" His grin got even bigger, morphing into something worthy of the Cheshire Cat. "Please! Come in! Be welcome! Make merry! Mingle! Enjoy!"

    Crowley has raked his hair into a simple, short, top knot for the evening. He's in dark slacks, a loud waistcoat and a crisp white shirt with elegant black scrollwork extending from the cuffs, back along his arms. His collar is open and a Mjolnir pendant glints in the warm light.

    He bounded to and fro behind the bar, presenting Faye with her drink

    If it was possible, his massive grin got even wider when he spied the pale wraith drifting towards the bar Alice Hart @Saber_Sloth . His hand shot up and he beckoned quickly, lest one of his assistant's snap her up. "Greetings, miss. What can I get you?"

    Heaven or Valhalla, Crowley did not care as his eyes jumped between one woman and the other. Some small part of his mind clocked that another new face was darkening his door, but quite who they were was lost in the moment.

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  11. #6
    Terri Nutkins's Avatar
    Description

    Terri's Mask is that of a petite, cute woman with vibrant red hair that has black streaks throughout. Obviously athletic, her natural demeanour is friendly and she always tends to have a smile on her face.

    Her fae mien is akin to a red squirrel. She has a long bushy tail and ear tufts that poke through her hair. The black streaks are actually black feathers the are a part of her mien now,; a part of her noble order.

    Terri's powerful Mantle initiates itself as the smell of baking bread but brings with it the feeling of the Harvest, that time to take stock of the coming troubles.

    (Mask Hardened)Glamour 1 Spent
    1
    PRE

    The moment Terri had heard about the opening of a new club in town, she'd been dead excited to go, anything to take her mind off her recent failures and the big decision she'd come to. A night to put it behind her, sink a couple of drinks and just enjoy life. Wearing a simple but chic outfit for the night, she was so busy looking at her phone that she bumped into Daniel Leto who had paused in the doorway.

    "Oh, crap! Sorry..." she said, suddenly flustered. Looking into his face as she smiles her apologies, Terri turned to squeeze past him before suddenly realizing whom she had knocked into, spinning on the spot with a massive grin. "Daniel! You...'ve done something different to your hair."

    Obviously, the magic of the Mask could do wondrous things. For her, it was the fading from sight of her ear-tufts and bushy red tail. Oh, and the black feathers of her Entitlement that had developed in her hair these last few years.

    "Doesn't this place look awesome! Fancy getting a drink or were you planning on spending the evening hanging out in doorways?" the Beast jested, giving him a wink, sliding further into the club, eyes searching for Rick or L'aire.

    Outfit
    Steepscrambler/Truefriend | Mantle (Autumn) 5 (Smell of Baking Bread/Feeling of the Harvest)
    Presence 4 (Friendly)|Striking Looks 2 (Petite & Cute)

  12. #7
    S
    Sasha

    After receiving Terri’s text, L’aire had Googled the address, thankfully her place was on the way. She hated to show up to a new place looking like she just came from work. Granted, she could have just borrowed an outfit from the Studio, but there was an outfit already calling her name.

    It was a bit different for the Dancer to wear something like this, but it still flowed with her essence. Also not use to wearing hats, L’aire wondered how long it would be before it was taken off and forgotten. She'd walked toward the entry way with her Mask hardened, who knows if this place was just a beacon for those like herself.

    Seeing that Daniel was in the doorway, she came up behind her fellow Winter and whispered in an audible tone. “So, do you enjoy lurking like this?” She giggled and squeezed Terri’s arm “Hey sis! Ooh, cute blouse.” They weren't inside yet, and her eyes hadn't taken in the scenery of the interior, focused on her friends at hand.

    L'aires Outfit

  13. #8
    Alice Hart's Avatar
    Presence
    (Disquieting)
    Mask of Tranquility
    Striking Looks
    (Pale Wraith)
    Alice Hart

    Baddacelli
    Acolyte and Valkyrja of the Circle of the Crone
    Danger Sense ●
    Status; City ●●●, Clan ●●, Cov ●●

    Lyssa Wolfe. Ghoul

    Curse

    Past her Albinism, Alice is naught but a doll, beautiful in her impossible perfection. Taking on a inescapable sheen of artifice, both movements and manner seem, hollow and fake. She's nothing but a marionette, limbs jerking and twisting as if pulled by invisible strings.

    Marring her unnatural beauty are her eyes, or the lack of them, vacant pits of visceral horror.
    Stats

    1
    OCC
    +1
    SL
    -1
    NOS
    2
    PRE

    A flame-licked blond saunters passed, her rationality pale flesh, like poison to Alice's heart. The Wraith crawled it's way to Alice's ear freezing it's way as it whispered to her to sink her fangs into her supple flesh...and take it.

    For a moment Alice considered....but then she closes her eyes, and takes in a long and deep breath. She'd been spending to much time around other Kindred, if she was this out of practice around Kine.

    The Wraith's remnants dissipates with the beckoning hand and the questioning voice. "Hi!" Alice greets, as she finishes her approach, sliding onto a bar stool. "Surprise me!" she says with a practiced wink and smile combo. It's not like whatever she would have mattered anymore anyway, but to sample whatever the bartender presented she'd need to spend more of that precious vitae...sigh, Alice eyed the growing crowd, the Wraith's ice so near at the sight of them...she deffinatly need to find someone to nibble on as she walked her albino ass back to her Haven.

    But still....looking around the club, a dopey (if plastic) smile on her face, Alice couldn't regret coming here.
    Health: | Willpower: | Vitae: | Mimetismo 1: Certain Sounds Active

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    I've Done Things... Bad Things.
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    Konrad Roth's Avatar

    Domain Status (Bloodhunted)
    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.

    (Blush)Vitae 1 Spent
    2
    PRE

    Word on the street is that there is a new club in town. With a name like Electric Fairyland, Konrad can't help but think it's a den of drug-using hippies. Rather than listen to hearsay, the Savage decides to check the place out for himself. The address puts it right on the edge of the Rack. A dangerous place to hunt. Maybe he could get away with sneaking off with a prize, but for now he only plans for business.

    He's thrown aside the grungy thug-look for more respectable attire, donning his expensive suit for a night of mingling and rubbing elbows with potential clients. The brickwork, low-lighting, and floral decor certainly give it a mysterious motif, as if they were in some dark woodland. Konrad takes in the folksy music for a moment and realizes he's overdressed. He compensates by loosening the tie around his neck.

    Even in the low light, Konrad spots Alice Hart , her light albino skin gleaming like a ghost in the night. And close to her is Madison Faye , a Kine friend he's not seen in a while. Surprise surprise.

    Heading for the bar, Konrad wedges between the ladies, carrying with him his Beast though feeling none from the Haunt.

    "Madison? Is that you? Why, it's been forever, hasn't it? How've you been, darlin'?" says Konrad, all smiles with an excited tone. If she lets him, he'll lean in for a light hug and the lightest of kisses on her cheek.

    "Oh, hey Alice," says Konrad, acting as though he's just noticed her. "So you came to check this place out too? It's got a nice atmosphere, don't it?"

    Konrad raises a hand loosely to get the bartender's attention Crowley . "Hey, I'd like to open a tab. Put these lovely ladies' drinks on me. And I'll have a tall of whatever you've got on draft," he requests with a friendly smirk. He places his ID and credit card on the counter for the man's convenience, not that he often got carded.

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  17. #10
    Aurora's Avatar
    Aurora
    Spells
    Striking Looks
    (Riveting)
    Presence
    (Confident)
    Fame
    (Entertainment)
    Madison Cross
    (Sleeper ID)
    Gnosis
    Aurora
    Aurora

    Dedicated Magical Tool

    Multicolored copper bracelet with intricate loops winding around her right wrist.
    Nimbus

    The sweet, fragrant smells of roses mixed with lilacs emanate from her as she casts magic. The scent intensifies, bordering on intoxicating, when Life magic is cast. When Aurora casts Vulgar magic, the scent takes a nasty turn, to the putrid, nauseating odor of a rotting corpse. The stronger the magic, the more those around want to retch at the smell.
    Monthly Spells

    Monthly spells done on character sheet.


    Pulse of the Living World[POT 6]
    Organic Resilience[POT 6]
    (PrP Treasure Hunt)

    Active Spells: 1/6
    [Detect Substance]Bone
    Personal Spells: 2/3
    Vulgar:
    Mana:6/8
    WP:3

    2
    FAME
    +1
    SL
    4
    PRE

    Faye smiled wide and gladly accepted the drink, raising it up as a toast to Crowley.

    “Thank you! Have to say, love the look!” she complimented with a smirk, not able to remember the last time she saw him dressed this way. He could def pull it off.

    Seeing his motion, she turns her eyes to spot the pale woman. Whos look intrigued her.

    Her body turns to the woman, a friendly smile on her lips,

    “Hi! That skirt is soo cute! You have to tell me where you got it!” she gushed before taking a sip of her drink. "Oh, I'm Madison by the way." Her new position allowed her a better view of Alice. There was an eerie presence to her, but it didn’t really bother Faye. Her eyes on the other hand? Those were amazing! And she quickly wonders if they are contacts or real. She was quite striking for a pale wraith.

    As some guy wedges himself between her and Alice, she was about to say something, until she saw who it was.

    A wide, sly smile appears, “The one and only.” She replies playfully, returning the light hug and kiss. “It has been too long! Not doing too bad, just got back in town and looking to mingle! How about yourself?”

    Ah, so the pale beauty’s name is Alice.

    “Why thank you!” she exclaims, while silently wondering how it worked out for him and that woman he asked her cards about. Perhaps a convo for a later time….and maybe place.

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