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  1. #21
    Mhairi Ankaa's Avatar
    Presence
    (Quiet Confidence)
    Striking Looks
    (Mesmerizing Eyes)
    Autumn's Regalia
    (Autumn Mantle)
    Fashion
    (Contacts, Status)
    Mhairi Ankaa


    Mask

    A slim girl, with raven black hair and grey-blue eyes. She likes wearing silver nail polish.
    Mien

    Her skin; like moonlight captured. Quicksilver drips from her fingers, burning up before it lands. Motes of fell fire escape her eyes. In her hair, a galaxy, forming constellations which mimic the sky, changing with the Seasons.
    Mantle

    Fear made manifest, Autumn's Regalia embraces the Wisp, as if she is Dread's most blessed daughter.
    Pledges & Other Things

    Pledges

    Autumn Queen Oath

    Plot Stats

    Fairy Floss
    Defense: 3 +1
    Heath: Willpower
    Glamour:

    House Call
    Defense: 3 +1
    Heath: Willpower
    Glamour:
    HS Choker+1 Defense, -1g. Sparation3 -1g

    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••
    Ask-wee-da-eed Telluric

    There was a shattering of the moment, as she nods. Once and sometimes still. She preferred herself the way she once was. She was unhappy, then, yes. But she had been whole her soul wasn't torn to ribbons, and her mind wasn't something delicate spun sugar. Who she was, could never have become who she is now. Even without...she sets to banish those thoughts. They weren't needed here.

    "It'll take some time." she settles on, instead of saying she needed to Harvest, "To...regain, my other face." she could have said hide, but she did want to. Not here, not when she was being seen. Not when her fires weren't fire enough to drive terror into two vampires.

    "Sometimes direct is best." No one misunderstood you then.

    Further moments of two plus one, surrounded by a witness, are shattered as more move into their smaller sphere.

    Mhairi laughs, this women come to ask the One Dread Queen to place Fear into someone's heart. Oh, if only.

    "Sorry, but I haven't what I need to strike at the heart of him, and bring terror bubbling to the surface. Perhaps another time?"

    Though, she's uniquely curious as to what Asa's methods would be, and if there was some vampire magic he knew. If they were going to witness it.
    Currently Just a Simple Shade Shard~

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  3. #22
    Angel's Avatar
    Striking Looks
    (Androgynous Beauty)
    Presence
    (Stunning)
    Fame
    (Model)
    New Identity
    (Angel Kelly)
    Angel
    Mask

    The definition of non-binary beauty. Angel has long blond hair and a lithe body. Perfect sculpted face and creamy smooth skin. Not a blemish or untended pore. 6 feet tall with perfect legs, and hands that have never seen hard labor. Their mouth is delicate, when resting, poised somewhere between a smile and a frown on the verge of pursing.
    Mein

    Much like Venus, Angel is a vision of perfect beauty but sculpted out of ice instead of stone. A single frozen tear on their right cheek. A chilling statue, seeming un-alive when not moving.
    Mantle

    The stark, cold air that surrounds their form is easy to miss, until they breath. The thick clouds of crystallized condensation forming with each breathe belie her nature.


    3
    FAME
    +2
    SL
    4
    PRE

    Treasured

    Twist's response to her question earns an apologetic smile, "Rather I should ask if you'll stay this young and beautiful forever?"

    The ice sculpture's attention is diverted though, as the two new faces approach. Angel tilts their head. "Fear? But there are so many other emotions, each adding their own spice to life. Why fear? What need does that fill?"
    Spider Bazaar

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  5. #23
    Avis's Avatar
    Avis
    Avis

    Vulgar: Color drains from the immediate area and depth perception becomes temporarily skewed, everything seeming to draw in uncomfortably close, making rooms smaller and all but distant objects seem in reach.
    Vice: Color drains from Avis and her facial features seem indistinct and grainy, as though her identity is growing less defined.
    Virtue: Colors appear more vibrant and everything seems to become grander in scale.
    Merits

    2
    PRE

    While the responses were at once more positive than she'd been expecting, they were still a little lacking. She would have thought that people such as this would have learned the power of subtlety, though, considering how willing the nebula made flesh and the ice sculpture were to bare themselves (and apparently do more than that...why reveal your weaknesses so openly?), maybe it was her expectations that had been flawed.

    Still, she wasn't unhappy she'd lead Guru over here. If she hadn't, then she wouldn't have been reminded of that night when she'd stepped into the cage, hunting for pain. She couldn't help giving a loud snerk as the man summoned up the memory. Apparently, they'd met once before, though she couldn't remember anything beyond the fact that she had seen him that night. Getting knocked out will do that to you, after all.

    "Well, unfortunately, I can't make that promise," Avis replied to Asa, her eyes tracking over to find Mr. Loose Lips ( Pixel ). She hadn't missed what he'd been saying, and unfortunately, that meant the night was going to be considerably less fun.

    "It seems there's someone that needs to be reminded of their place. Sure y'all understand. If you wouldn't mind teaching this mad lad here some of your wisdom, I'd really appreciate it. Be back to pick him up soon."

    She shot Guru a teasing wink, and then turned to walk away.

    Sure, she was tempted to do something besides walk, but there was little point in advertising what she could do...without a purpose, at least. Shame someone had decided to give her one.

    "Aw-Vee". Pres 2 (Moody). Mastigos, Adamantine Arrow. Trace of a Cajun accent.
    Defense: 8. 3 cloaked spells. Phone (pot 6), Belt (pot 5), Self (pot 2 +3) Spell tolerance: 1/3, Accumulation: 3/7

  6. #24
    Asa's Avatar
    Striking Looks
    (Handsome)
    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

    (Monstrous Countenance)Willpower 1 Spent
    +1
    SL
    5
    PRE

    Asa didn't agree with Guru's assessment. He highly doubted all but a handful might have an inkling of what they were doing. No, it was a night full of people wondering and teasing at one another like a glorified Halloween party. They came with a neonate's confidence that whatever parlor tricks destiny had bequeathed them assured their place at the top of the pecking order and were inviolate.

    "No," he answered Guru with a charming smile, "No hard feelings."

    Under different circumstances he might have reassured the shrike. There was no rush. And he understood. Surely no one would want another to see them in the throes of Wassail or Rotschreck -- given a glimpse of the Beast within. But he was going to.

    Asa grabbed the other man with an immense, casual strength that revealed his size wasn't all show. Grabbed him and held him as his charming smile widened and lips peeled back over white daggers that air whistled between. He showed Guru his fangs and the predator they belonged to -- and all the horror of an eternity of nights filled with hunger, hate, and fear. People turned into animals by singular motivations. Crimson rages and mindless fears.

    He showed him this night did not belong to him. Or them. Nor the city. It had been theirs, his and Twist's, for longer than most of these people had been anything more than another potential blood doll. They were all flashes in the pan; stars falling to earth, flaming brightly... and dying. They were children stumbling about with the growing pains of ignorance and oblivious to the wisdom of experience.

    He showed the deer the face of the lion. They were all just pretty amusements to all but a handful on the rooftop. To them? They were... dinner. Throbbing hearts and pulsing veins; wrapped in skin, just waiting to be be pierced or sliced open like ripe fruit to spill the ruby rivers of life. And it never ended. Kine. Kindred. The Amaranth. It never ended, and they used their immortality to find more and more amusing ways to kill and hurt like children tearing wings off of butterflies.

    Asa may no longer have laid claim to the city... but that didn't mean it wasn't his city.

    Theirs.

    Fear the night. This is the wisdom the woman asked for.

    He let the man go with and wrapped his lips back over his fang with a soft sucking sound.


    Asa has used Monstrous Countenance.
    Guru rolls Resolve + Composure + Gnosis to Resist vs. 8 Successes, or is subject to the effect of an Exceptional Success.
    Note that per Errata, Countenance is targeted versus a single victim and witnesses are not effected.

    8 successes

    Monstrous Countenance Effects
    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.

  7. #25
    Guru's Avatar
    Striking Looks
    (Sculpted)
    Status
    (Criminals)
    Presence
    (Cheery)
    Allies
    (Criminals)
    Guru

    Nimbus:
    Appears like there's a filter that blurs his image, the background suddenly more lush and vibrant than it once was. Tendrils of vines slowly edging their way to the borders of that veil.

    Monthly Spells:
    Pulse of the Living World: Pot-3
    Organic Resilience Pot -3
    Evidence Shroud Pot: 3
    Scene Trackers

    Curtain Call:


    PotLW/Sense Life (2/2)
    Org Res (5)
    Evidence Shroud (4) L+M
    Spell Limit: 3/6
    Spell Tolerance 3/3

    (Spent on Resistance Roll)Willpower 1 Spent
    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    2 successes


    He’d been calm, cool, collected, like this whole thing had been a game to him that he wasn’t taking seriously. Him taking something seriously seemed like a stretch and that much was obvious, he was in party time mode and nothing could ruin his buzz.

    Or so he had thought.

    Just like that Avis had dipped on him, left him alone with a bunch of strangers with strange abilities that she’d asked to make him feel fear. That alone was enough to get his heart rate up, sweat on his brow turning cold or was that just him? Then Asa grabbed him, his brow furrowing at the sheer strength of that grip and the feel of his hand. His pupils slowly began to narrow as his mouth opened to respond, it was obvious by the demeanor that clearly, he was going to say something like, no problem at all, no worries, sure, it was just how he’d presented himself.

    But he never got a chance too, as soon as his mouth opened he looked at Asa and saw fear, real fear. It wasn’t the drugs either, as soon as he pulled back and saw the fangs he could taste the blood in his mouth, feel his own heart beat spike and then drop as his heart clenched stopping for that one entirely painful moment before it was off to the races pumping adrenaline through his system telling the poor cattle to run from the wolf.

    But he couldn’t, his feet were locked, body stiff, hands shaking uncontrollably as he did nothing but stare forward. He’d seen a gun shot at someone in front of him before, turned on him, he knew the fear of rampant violence and almost certain death. But this wasn’t that, this was a guarantee. He was food, waste to the ages.

    There was nothing he had to reassure himself, no anchor there to hold onto. He was back in the Primal Wild but he was a rabbit and all a rabbit could do was run, he was trying to, trying to run so badly. His legs were shaking but there was a disconnect between his brain and the rest of his body. There’s a lot of thoughts about the moment before you think you’re going to die, about what it’s like. All Guru could do was stand there and pull a stupid face, unable to form any coherent words or sounds beyond a single high pitched squeak the poor little mouse.


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  9. #26
    Twist's Avatar
    Presence
    (Seductive)
    Striking Looks
    (Delicate)
    Mask of Tranquility
    Kalos Hamilton (Ghoul)
    New Identity (Myah Torsione)
    Twist
    Kalos Hamilton (Ghoul)

    +1
    SL
    4
    PRE

    Twist nods. Yes. Direct was often best in her opinion.

    A pleased smile was granted toward Angel. Leaning in toward the model, they were an image of contrasts. The ice sculpted changeling, static and posed in front of the flushed Kindred, an image of life. Her petite form a liquid grace flowing against the harshly beautiful lines of their length.

    "Will you be there to enjoy it with me?" She breathed, dark eyes searching Angel's for a teasing moment, before she chuckled and pulled away, the moment broken.

    She wanted to see the show after all and she knew it would be quick.

    An eyebrow quirked as the man's teacher? simply ... left. Leaving a neonate in their hands after having asked what she did? Dangerous. Or it was in her world. What were they that she felt such comfort in walking away?

    Well. Maybe she would see. And turning back she watched, her dark eyes calm as her House mate showed him what hethey were. She may not be able to do what he did, but what he was revealing was not something unique to Asa. It was unique to their kind, to Kindred.

    As she knew it would, it lasted only few seconds. For the observers at least. For the man Asa let go, let go to stand frozen in a way that matched neither the fey stillness of Angel or the dead absence of herself and Asa prior to their blushing, it likely lasted an eternity.

    Tilting her head she observed him for a moment, before making a small humming noise as she came to a conclusion. "Not predators then," she said softly, to herself as she looked up to Asa. A check on him that she knew he didn't need. He was a Ventrue and had been a leader of the Invictus. If he wasn't comfortable with who he was, his power and strength, then he wasn't Asa.

    And then to Mhairi. Mhairi who had been worried about how she tasted. And not about what it meant that Asa tasted, drank, survived off humanity the way humanity survived off cattle. Off prey. How had the woman with eyes that drew Twist's attention even as she didn't want to look into the flames take the display?

    Did it bother her now?
    Counterfeiting Life (Blush) in Public Scenes

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  11. #27
    Mhairi Ankaa's Avatar
    Presence
    (Quiet Confidence)
    Striking Looks
    (Mesmerizing Eyes)
    Autumn's Regalia
    (Autumn Mantle)
    Fashion
    (Contacts, Status)
    Mhairi Ankaa


    Mask

    A slim girl, with raven black hair and grey-blue eyes. She likes wearing silver nail polish.
    Mien

    Her skin; like moonlight captured. Quicksilver drips from her fingers, burning up before it lands. Motes of fell fire escape her eyes. In her hair, a galaxy, forming constellations which mimic the sky, changing with the Seasons.
    Mantle

    Fear made manifest, Autumn's Regalia embraces the Wisp, as if she is Dread's most blessed daughter.
    Pledges & Other Things

    Pledges

    Autumn Queen Oath

    Plot Stats

    Fairy Floss
    Defense: 3 +1
    Heath: Willpower
    Glamour:

    House Call
    Defense: 3 +1
    Heath: Willpower
    Glamour:
    HS Choker+1 Defense, -1g. Sparation3 -1g

    (Harden Mask)Glamour 1 Spent
    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••
    Ask-wee-da-eed Telluric

    Mhairi's lips pull into a sneer. It is fierce and immediate. "What is the purpose of Fear?" Her eyes, those vortexes of fell fire pin upon the Statue. "I've known many Onyx. What do you whisper to yourselves?" More rhetorical then anything, she wants this vapid, posing Winter to think. "You ask me what the purpose of Fear is? No, child." she says, feeling so much more. More tightly Wyrd bound, more entrenched, older, wearier. Her mantel flairs, wrapping more tightly around herself, Fears most blessed daughter... "Should I ask you what need does Sorrow fill?" she scoffs.

    Quickly, however her attention is focused elsewhere, the women asking for her student's lesson leaves. Either trusting the Rules of the Nexus, her student, or perhaps Asa himself. As they seem to have met before. Though, with their quick words, she doubted that they knew each other.

    She's leaning forward, her fell flames, flickering, motes drifting away. Was that the Mien of Baba Yaga? No, she saw the fangs and felt the presence but hadn't felt the presence. She wasn't the one cowering, and barely holding control over her bladder. Did the Wyrd offer Vampires different Clauses? Did the Wyrd offer Vampires Clauses at all? "Fascinating..." her mouth felt dry.

    She was oh, so very tempted....and would anyone know...a buffet offered up, just for her. She savers it, her tongue meeting teeth, she feels the sharp points, oh but hers are not that sharp. She knows better now.

    She basks in the Fear, quivering.

    Her eyelids flutter, she consumes the Fear, and feels the Glamour sink into her skin, then upon her skin. Hardening around her. Containing the fire, the star and the moonglow skin. She's left with her other face. The Mask. A lie, and not.



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  13. #28
    Angel's Avatar
    Striking Looks
    (Androgynous Beauty)
    Presence
    (Stunning)
    Fame
    (Model)
    New Identity
    (Angel Kelly)
    Angel
    Mask

    The definition of non-binary beauty. Angel has long blond hair and a lithe body. Perfect sculpted face and creamy smooth skin. Not a blemish or untended pore. 6 feet tall with perfect legs, and hands that have never seen hard labor. Their mouth is delicate, when resting, poised somewhere between a smile and a frown on the verge of pursing.
    Mein

    Much like Venus, Angel is a vision of perfect beauty but sculpted out of ice instead of stone. A single frozen tear on their right cheek. A chilling statue, seeming un-alive when not moving.
    Mantle

    The stark, cold air that surrounds their form is easy to miss, until they breath. The thick clouds of crystallized condensation forming with each breathe belie her nature.


    3
    FAME
    +2
    SL
    4
    PRE

    Treasured

    Such a soft face... they could get lost in it, "Sorrow is eternal. From the first breath a baby makes to the last, there is always a longing, something always missing. Sometimes it just feels so good to cry." Fear... Death is inevitable.

    And then face of terror, "Oh my..."

    The man's fear rolls off like a tidal wave, the emotion sends a ripple beneath the frozen surface of Angel's skin. A delicate hand reaches out towards the man, "Do you require comfort? A shoulder to cry on after what you've witness. Take my hand and I'll help you forget about the terror". The fear is strong and enjoyable, but there's a finer taste, just out of reach.

    2 Glamour Harvested
    Spider Bazaar

  14. #29
    Asa's Avatar
    Striking Looks
    (Handsome)
    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

    +1
    SL
    5
    PRE

    Asa tugged his cuffs straight as he glanced at Twist and subtly shook his head in agreement.

    Only human.

    While discovering otherwise might have been more academically interesting, Asa was quite content to know that the status quo hadn't really changed. But then... they'd known that for years, hadn't they?

    "That's an unfortunate bit of new decor,"
    he said critically, eyeing the unforeseen consequence of the quivering and planted victim. "Hopefully she'll return to... collect him."

    The exchange between angel and the shrike hadn't gone unnoticed, snapping his eyes into sharp focus at the word Onyx. But it seemed coincidence, without a hint of Azure or Crimson in the remaining words that signified something he didn't understand. Nor did he care to. Their mysteries were their own. His eyebrows rose again and a smile touched his lips at the shrike's reversion, surprised given she said it would take some time -- but maybe she'd only meant she needed a moment or three.

    "I, for one,"
    he looked between the Daeva and the Lost, "Am more than ready to explore sensations at the other end of the spectrum."
    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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  16. #30
    Campanella's Avatar
    Campanella
    Allies (City Hall)
    Allies (Criminal)
    Allies (Culture)
    Allies (Finance)
    Occult Skill
    Campanella
    Campanella
    Campanella's Scenes
    Stats

    Clock

    Health:
    Mana:
    WP:
    Armor 0
    Defense 2

    Vulgar +1
    Active Spells: 3/5
    Personal Spells: 3/1

    [2R] Analyze Artefact (Deep Scrutiny of Artefacts, Prolonged, 1 scene)
    [4R] Dark Matter (Matter Sight, Prolonged, 1 scene)
    [2R] One Mind, Two Thoughts (Prolonged, 1 scene)

    Tangled Threads

    Health:
    Mana:
    WP:
    Armor 4
    Defense 2

    Vulgar +1
    Active Spells: 3/5
    Personal Spells: 1/3


    [4] Aura Perception (Concentration, 1 scene)

    [5] Third Eye (Mind Sight, Prolonged, 1 scene)

    [2R] Unseen Aegis (Armor, 1 scene)

    2
    PRE

    Campanella enters the thread briefly


    Campanella crosses the distance to Guru . His face is pale; his mouth is a solid line of outrage; his eyes are wild, furious. A vein throbs visibly at his jaw while he rubs his temple with a finger.

    "Guru! Come. Come! There..."

    Campanella gently places himself at the overcome Thyrsus' side and gently ushers, pokes, leads, half-drags him towards the exit.

    "He won't be needing your... assistance," he tells Angel firmly. Mingled outrage, shock and pure whatthefuckery thicken his voice and dull his senses. He registers the proximity of the Fae in all their glory, but he does not - cannot - process it right now.
    Twist and Asa are noted simply because they are positioned in front of the stricken mage.

    "Very good. Now lets keep walking..."

    And unless stopped Campy will be carting himself and Guru out of the scene
    Campanella|Moros|Mysterium
    Gnosis: 4
    Occult Skill: 3

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