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  1. #1
    Alessandra's Avatar
    Presence
    (Commanding)
    Striking Looks
    (Dangerous Beauty)
    Blood Potency
    Status
    (Criminals)
    Retainer
    (Gabriele)
    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

    Gabriele, Ghoul
    (Lords Danse)

    Health:
    WP:
    Vitae:

    Resilience[2] Active (Stam increased to 4)
    [][][][][][][][][]
    Alessandra Scenes
     -2 Vitae Blush of Life & Drink, 
     
     
     

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    The Nox Populi is an upscale experience that will take Sacramento nightlife to a whole new level.


    In the heart of downtown Sacramento there is a place of intrigue, excitement and entertainment. The modern flare of this venue is host to exclusive parties. The seduction of this establishment may take you away as you drink, dance and socialize. There are private services available upon request. The best DJ’s in town are in line to play a wide variety of music. Some of you may dine…as long as you have your VIP pass.

    However the Kindred arrive they are discreetly met and led to the back of the club. The space downstairs is decorated in dark, rich woods and expensive furniture. There's a coat room that will also hold one's 'unmentionables'; namely, weapons, at the foot of the stairs. There are also private areas, dark, and furnished with soft couches, as well as meeting rooms with conference tables and chairs, and an area with several televisions. The Court area is decorated with long black and brown silken drapes cascading from floor to ceiling. Draped in elegant bunches and gathered into valances across door frames and between supporting pillars; the lighting is intentionally low, but without the pulse of the music from above, the place has the feel of a sepulchre.

    The common area circles the Court proper, and it becomes apparent that this is not decorated for a single evening. Small symbols note areas for Kindred only that branch off of the Commons, which will be necessary once those Kine privileged enough to see behind the Masquerade filter in: ghouls, herd members, or even devotees. The furniture setting is familiar now: a set of elegant chairs, all dark wood and red leather, arranged in a circle. The baroque lighting leaves the corners of the Elysium commons in deep shadow.

    With the permanent fixture that the chess table had become, there was yet another new item. A Steinway concert piano, its cover in an upright position, revealing stunning inner strings strings. The lid was closed on the keyboard, the bench not with it.

    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.

    Formal Court has now begun...



    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


    You now have 1 Week to enter Court before the Doors Close.

    Formal Court a specific event. Announced to the Domain, you are expected to attend or you will find your Acknowledgement revoked. After 1 Week, the doors to Court close (no new entries into the thread). Once you have left Court, you are not permitted to return. Court is never truly empty: this can include 'faceless masses' of Kindred beneath notice, ghouls, herd members, devotees, or even officials in their offices.

    Alessandra Antinori │BP 5│Strong Italian Accent

  2. #2
    Quinn Durant's Avatar
    Quinn Durant
    Presence
    (Demure)
    Striking Looks
    (Enticing)
    Barfly
    (Velvet Rope Jockey)
    Allies
    (City Hall)
    Allies
    (Criminals)
    Quinn Durant

    Barfly
    Striking Looks 2

    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    Quinn began the descent into Formal Court heralded by the clack of her gold high heel sandals that coiled up her ankles. The Shadow wore a daring sheer white dress with peekaboo nude material to give the illusion of bare skin. The dress featured an icicle pattern in white, it was the off the shoulder and along the arms little tiny whisps of white, like little snow flakes. WIth the intricate pattern framing Quinn's shoulders, she looked delicate, and it eccentuated the elegant line of her neck. Her hair was swept up in a beautiful bun with careful tendrils escaping. Long gold chandelier earrings and a cocktail ring on one hand completed the look.

    When she came down the stairs the first thing she noted was the Piano. Quinn's expression transformed from neutral to filled with happy surprise. After all the stress that had been in the domain it really brightened up the evening for Quinn. Something truly beautiful that became something haunting and intense when played with the right hands. She couldn't get over there fast enough to check it out.

    "My god this is a thing of beauty." She spoke aloud in a hushed tone. With the tip of one finger she ran it along the line just above the keys, while she moved around it admiring it.
    BP1 Blush Active


  3. #3
    Jennifer Hazelton's Avatar
    Presence
    Invictus status
    City Status
    Obfuscate 2 Mask of Tranquility
    Jennifer Hazelton

    Nosferatu curse: A voice that withered like a snake sneaking through the grass, plummeted like an old man's nearing his demise

    -1
    NOS
    3
    PRE

    Jennifer entered Formal Court wearing a favored dress that had been tailored to her 5'7'' height. It was black as per the Invictus Code of the Nosferatu Family, with quite a bit of tulle. She wore a startling contrast of a white silk scarf draped over the left side of her neck and wrapped about her collarbone. A spider pin was one of the pins that held it in place, pearl head pins dotted the silk to keep it secured. The pin had small precious stones in green.




    Her Beast was as always in Court, nestled under Obfuscate. The Invictus Notary strode in with confidence, not giving a look to the nameless ones who peered in. Her dark brown eyes took in Court and she noted the addition of a new Piano. Seeing the Mekhet Priscus, she respectfully nodded to Priscus Durant as was proper befitting the repect that she commanded.

    "Priscus Durant." Jennifer greeted, her Curse afflicting her words to crawl like a snake over dried and dying leaves. "I trust that you have been well since we spoke last?"

    Jennifer does not approach the piano, but glances to it. Noting the absence of a bench, so the piano was not to be played? She mused.
    Jennifer glances to Quinn and then to one of the dark chairs, inviting as the Nosferatu Priscus seated herself. Her eyes glance about Court, noting who is there. Noting who couldn't dare miss a Formal Court when called... and she had noted a few Kindred not in attendance at the last Court.
    Nosferatu Curse: Jennifer's voice withers like a snake sneaking through the grass, plummeted like an old man's nearing his demise.

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  5. #4
    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
    Alice Hart Scenes
     Blush, Imbibe, 

    1
    OCC
    +1
    SL
    -1
    NOS
    2
    PRE

    Alice descends into Elysium, her blue lace gown, the plunge of the neckline allowing for a hint of her silvered moon, a brillient, bloodied red, tattooed between her breasts to show. The hem is kissing the lip of the landing as she stands there, reigning the Wraith in, hearing it hiss in her ear, and gnaw at her bones, wanting blood, craving death. One whelp daring to stand in these hallowed halls.

    Alice allows for a brief fantasy, but buries it deep down. She cannot, she will not.

    She finishes her decent, Lyssa a step behind her, leaning in to whisper about the Piano. Alice smiles, a wide-too-sharp-too-fake-smile. Was Alessandra playing at something?

    "Good evening," She says as she approaches, the [s]whelp[s] Shadow, and her Cousin. She offers both a nod, though Hazelton receives one slightly deeper then Durant's.
    Health: | Willpower: | Vitae: | Mimetismo 1: Certain Sounds Active

  6. #5
    Quinn Durant's Avatar
    Quinn Durant
    Presence
    (Demure)
    Striking Looks
    (Enticing)
    Barfly
    (Velvet Rope Jockey)
    Allies
    (City Hall)
    Allies
    (Criminals)
    Quinn Durant

    Barfly
    Striking Looks 2

    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    Quinn turned hearing footfalls behind her, and smiled when she spotted Lady Notary Hazelton. "Lady Notary Hazelton, " She murmured in greeting, and inclined her head with a deep nod of recognition for a Kindred of Quality. She held her chin's inclined state for a single heartbeat to make sure it was given with the gravity it deserved. Quinn didn't do faux respect or play nasty games when it came to showing respect for her betters. She simply bowed down. "Yes, I am well. Yourself?" She asked softly, leaving the piano behind in favor of sitting with her Ladyship.

    She took the seat offered so graciously by her Ladyship, shifting just once to fold one bare leg over the other, showing off the beautiful caramel skin of her legs. It was just skin. Nothing more and nothing less. Like a beautiful statue or a painting. Her upper body turned towards Lady Notary Hazelton. Showing she was engaged and listening.

    When the Seneschal entered court, Quinn stood from her seat and gave a curtsy, being careful of the short hem of her dress. Imagine flashing your Beaver at the Seneschal! I would never live that down. With that horrifying thought in her mind, Quinn made sure to be very careful lowering to a proper curtsy. She held that curtsy, oh so carefully, for three whole human heartbeats before straightening and giving a nod of acknowledgement to Lyssa of course. Quinn's gaze taking in the beautiful dress of the Seneschal, before sitting back down. "Good evening Seneschal Hart," greeting her cordially as she sat back down beside her Ladyship.
    BP1 Blush Active


  7. #6
    Alessandra's Avatar
    Presence
    (Commanding)
    Striking Looks
    (Dangerous Beauty)
    Blood Potency
    Status
    (Criminals)
    Retainer
    (Gabriele)
    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

    Gabriele, Ghoul
    (Lords Danse)

    Health:
    WP:
    Vitae:

    Resilience[2] Active (Stam increased to 4)
    [][][][][][][][][]
    Alessandra Scenes
     -2 Vitae Blush of Life & Drink, 
     
     
     

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    Another night and another Court. A Formal one, which meant taking a bit more time deciding what to wear. Which was new for her, caring enough to spend time picking out the right dress. Was that part of growing yet years older? Something that came with the position within the Domain? Or was she simply adapting? Hard to tell.

    But this night she went with a light gold colored dress. One that played off her pale skin and black tattoos that ran down her arms, back and face. Gabriel had told her it accentuated her curves. Now she wasn’t sure if she believed him or not, but she still took it as a compliment. With her dark hair styled away from her face, she Savage nodded to her Ghoul, who opened the office door for her.

    When she stepped through, she pauses, allowing the rage to wash over her as her Beast roars in her head. It knew it was the stronger Beast, and it wanted the blood of the weaker ones. But this was not the place, and she quickly silences it, closing the cage door once again.

    A bow of her head was offered to Alice Hart , then another, though much more shallow, to Jennifer Hazelton . Quinn is given a look, but as the Savage has not actually spoken with the woman, she was owed nothing more. A small smile offered to Lyssa, who had picked up another beautiful dress for Alice. The Ghoul leans over and murmurs something in Italian to Ale, who simply nods and he disappears back into her office, knowing his place.

    It seemed groups had split off, so she observes.

    For now.

    Targets for conversation already decided.
    Alessandra Antinori │BP 5│Strong Italian Accent

  8. #7
    Mable Wood's Avatar
    Warden of the Sacred Grove
    Presence
    (girl next door)
    Striking Looks
    (Wholesome)
    Mable Wood

    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    Mable found it. She knew she had the perfect dress for February. A beautiful soft flowing dress with red hearts all over it. She felt like a princess in the dress. She put on her delicate strappy soft silver sandals. Her hair was up in a romantic updo. She had a lovely crescent moon silver pendent around her neck.

    She entered court. She took careful steps so that she wouldn't tumble down the stairs. As beasts from the room swirled around her she focused to hold her own at bay. A few deep breaths from yoga and counting in another language helped her keep beast locked up. The trick was to not let beast get a toe hold into her brain.

    She continued down the stairs. Once at the bottom she gave the Prince a deep curtsy. Then she gave a deep head bow to the Seneschal next was Jennifer, and then Quinn. She looked around making sure she hadn't missed anyone yet.

    She then approached Alice, Quinn, and Jennifer, "Good evening. My this is a beautiful piano. Do any of you play?"

  9. #8
    Dirt Nap's Avatar
    Presence
    (Watching)
    Protean 1 Aspect of the Predator
    Obfuscate 2 Mask of Tranquility
    New Identity (Clayton Jordan Carter)
    Dirt Nap
    Dirt Nap Scenes

    2
    PRE

    Dirt Nap enters, looking uncomfortable and steeled against the discomfort as if it is nothing unexpected. He is well dressed, if in the same ensemble he has worn at previous formal courts, not in any way inappropriate, though perhaps unimaginative. Still, the suit fits and looks good on him. Why fix something that ain't broke?

    The Mask of Tranquility makes Dirt Nap seem as inoffensive as always, though his Aspect of the Predator might be a little stronger than in the past, as a subtle but distinctively predatory air accompanies his usual, studiously watchful gaze as he stares around the chamber, noting the fixtures and the pretty, pretty dresses.

    He first bows towards the Prince, and only a little less deeply to the Seneschal, as if she could see him do it.

    "Ma'am, Priscus Durant." Dirt Nap says softly nodding to his Slave. He nods more deeply to Jennifer Hazelton, "Ma'am, Priscus Hazelton." He gives the deepest bow for the Seneschal, since she is among the gathering and right there now with him. "Eve'ning Ma'am, Seneschal Hart."

    He smiles and nods to Mable then, though last to be addressed, it seems almost as if he saved the pleasure of it for last rather than overlooking his friend. "Evening, Ma'am." He says simply to Mable. "Can't say as I ever had the knack for making music of any kind. Don't mind hearing a tune now and then though."
    (False Idols)

  10. #9
    Jennifer Hazelton's Avatar
    Presence
    Invictus status
    City Status
    Obfuscate 2 Mask of Tranquility
    Jennifer Hazelton

    Nosferatu curse: A voice that withered like a snake sneaking through the grass, plummeted like an old man's nearing his demise

    -1
    NOS
    3
    PRE

    "That is good," Jennifer replies, her Cursed voice slithering low. "I have been well, thank you for asking." Jennifer glanced around court for a beat. "Is Maeve doing well? She hasn't been seen in a bit."
    Neutral tone.

    The Lady Notary rose and lowered herself into a respectful curtsy, holding it for several beats of a mortal's heart. Rising, she stated. "Seneschal Hart. It is good to see you. I trust that you have been well since we spoke last?"
    Respect paid, the clan sister recieves a warm smile, a favored glance. It was good to see Alice. It did not matter to Jennifer that Alice could not see the warmth in the traditional sense. Alice was wise to bring eyes to see with her.
    The Nosferatu gave Lyssa a slight nod of acknowledgement.

    The Prince arrives, and Jennifer sank into the deepest curtsy of the night, bowing her head to the Apex Predator. Something... her Beast alerted her to the change with the frantic beating within her breast. She raises her eyes, scrutinizing the Prince for a beat of the Mortal's heart. Her Beast was hammering - something had changed there. The Prince's Beast had grown ever stronger!

    She rose carefully, taking several moments to soothe the Beast within its' cage. A cage it was, and when her face was smoothly composed, she turned her face to the Lady Prince.
    "Your Grace, you honor us by your presence."

    "Good evening, Miss Wood. No, I do not. The absence of a bench..."
    She smiles knowingly.
    Dirt Nap approaches and he recieves a genuine smile, a nod of the head to him. One may be curious, as Dirt Nap held no position and the Lady paid him some attention. "Good evening, Dirt Nap. I hope that you have been well since we spoke?"

    He had been involved in some interesting things last he did speak to her. A reason for her nod...
    Dark brown eyes tick to the Prince's, curiousity there. She took a few steps closer to the Lady Prince and held herself at a respectable distance. Waiting to see if the Prince wishes to converse tonight.
    Nosferatu Curse: Jennifer's voice withers like a snake sneaking through the grass, plummeted like an old man's nearing his demise.

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  12. #10
    Milton's Avatar
    Time is Money
    Presence
    (Bland)
    Intelligence
    (Analytical)
    Status
    (Finance)
    Status
    (City Hall)
    Contacts
    (Finance, City Hall)
    Milton

    2
    PRE

    Coming down the steps, descending into his first court as a (still prospective) Sacramento resident, Milton Northbridge tunelessly hums a song to himself. “Shadows,” a classic track by The Five Satins.

    Someone stepped way into my dreams
    And tore them, tore them apart
    Shadows for the first time
    Came into my heart
    Remember, last September
    Our love was bright and gay
    Should have known it couldn't last
    Forever and a day

    It’s a tick, a nervous tick, and Milton knows it. He’s feeling the import of the evening. And who wouldn’t? he thinks. But he can’t quite let himself off the hook. What would his sire say, the old bat? Nervous around a bunch of provincials? Shameful. Unbecoming of a Northbridge. That’s what he would say.

    But Elias Northbridge, father dearest, is not present. Never will be. And the hum dies in Milton’s throat upon his arrival. He pauses at the foot of the stairs, momentarily stunned by a room full of foreign predators. Rivals and betters. The weak (like himself) and the mighty. The serpent forever coiled around his unbeating heart squeezes, bares its fangs in fear and in fury. Milton pretends to straighten his grey suit jacket, smoothing his black tie, as cover. He gathers his meager internal reserves, presses forward.

    Forward to where, though? Certainly not the beauty in the gold dress, whose beast seems to fill the room with its bloody rage. No, not there. Instead, he stops short of the small group of Kindred, keeping them between himself and the tattooed monster. Close enough to make his presence known, not close enough to offend. His posture is one of subtle deference. This is their place, not his. Not yet.

    His gaze catches on the chess set for a long moment. Perhaps there is some civilization to be found in the wilderness.
    Health: Vitae: WP: BP: 1

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