Tales from the Darkside

Character Mindset Music (More to be added)

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 12:51:03 GMT

Character Mindset Music

PC: Vanessa Channing

Father Vinnie - "For Good" - Wicked Soundtrack
Brett - "Dirty Little Secret" - All American Rejects
Joseph di Stefano - "Forever" - Papa Roach
Talbot - "Teenagers" - My Chemical Romance
Amrit - "Devour" - Disturbed
Godaric - "Bleed it Out" - Linkin Park
William Dillingham - "Tears Don't Fall" - Bullet for my Valentine
House Constantine - "Indestructible" - Disturbed
Chase - "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" - Green Day
Lucien Sutter - "Breaking the Habit" - Linkin Park
Lucas Lazar - "I Hate Everything About You" - Three Days Grace
Alita De la Cruz - "Attack" - 30 Seconds to Mars
Pieter - "Popular" - Wicked Soundtrack
Peggy Lee - "Moon Baby" - Godsmack
Audra Jetter - "Paparazzi" - Lady Gaga
Simon Cassio - "Lords of Salem" - Rob Zombie
Corbin - "Citizen/Soldier" - 3 Doors Down

(I am adding more to here eventually. Please indicate below if you think your PC should be included.)

[Requiem - OOC] Potential PC - give me ties!

Sat, 30 May 2009 05:20:49 GMT

Excerpt from the book, Life, Love and Rebirth - A Biography of a Teenage Superstar

My name, is Vanessa Channing. I have been called many things in my life...I have been a Saint, a Sinner, a Nun and the wife of Lucifer. I have sung with the choirs of angels and danced with the ancient gods and goddesses of old in Stonehenge. I am prepared for everything, and for nothing. I have the face given to me by everyone else, and the lips made for perfection and promised words. I am Shakespeare, but I am better.

"A man wears many masks, and plays many parts upon the stage of life. I am no different. I too wear a mask, and I too play many parts."

Each movement is carefully measured and prepared. I know each step as the intricate dance that I walk. I am the past, the present and the future wrapped as one. This existence is a script in which I must memorize my lines by heart. I will not falter, lest my lines falter. I will not hesitate, lest my role become insignificant.

The Biography that you read is correct. I wear several - above all however, I am an artiste. Very few others can do what I do, and with such grace and flair as I do. Very few others can demand attention and hold it completed captivated. In the end, I am a performer however. It matters very little what *I* think. What matters is what YOU think. The roles we play are not always favorable, but they are necessary evils.

Contrary to what others believe, I am neither an air-headed neonate, nor an exceptionally well-versed elder. I am young, and I am exceptionally well-versed. I can debate antiquated topics and not break a sweat. One learns quite early on that they do not approach a role without first understanding what it means.

Now, I approach my greatest role, MY Emmy performance...

Vanessa Channing, Visionary and Modern Day Debutante of the First Estate.

Now give me my damn statue.

History:

Jan 19th - 1939- Born, Orlando, FL

April 15th, 1945 - First appeared in a walk-on role in a local production of Alice in Wonderland.

June 1947 - Parents move from Florida to Georgia when Vanessa is selected for a role as the face of a new cereal box.

Sept 10th, 1947 – Parents move again, this time to Cincinnati, Ohio.

April 1949 - Wins "Little Miss Ohio" beauty pageant - sweeping categories of talent, dress and presentation. Rumored to have placed dead last in the "little miss congeniality" category however.

August 1951 - Enrolls in Cincinnati School for the Arts in the vocal program.

June 1954 - Appears on a local Star Search and wins second prize in the singing competition. First prize goes to what Vanessa is quoted as later calling a "stupid ugly whore". She is likened to a young Elizabeth Taylor.

August 1954 - Vanessa appeared on local TV show with her agent and makes a huge public apology to the girl who beat her and graciously offers to take her to Disneyworld as an attempt at a public reconciliation. Girl doesn't bother to answer or return calls.

Feb 1956 - Vanessa auditions for the Mickey Mouse Club back in Florida. She is rejected, but manages to land a position in a production of Wicked instead. .

July 1958 - Vanessa competes in the local "Miss Pre-Teen Ohio" competition and places first, advancing to Nationals where she places second runner-up./ A much more gracious loser this time, she accepts the scholarship to Juliard and the $5000.00. Vanessa and three friends from Juliard form "Phoenix Rising", a pop band with herself as the lead singer. The four of them have the ultimate goal of becoming "Teen Dream Queens".

Jan 1959 - Phoenix Rising opens for several notable singers. Now young, hot and fashionable, the four girls are the “scene.” Young Vanessa Channing ends up in rehab following a drunk driving/drug bust involving Florida and Georgia. Vanessa returns back to the Pageant scene and enters "Ohio's Junior Miss Scholarship Competition". As part of her community service, she becomes a spokeswoman for the War against disease as well as a role-model for underprivileged youth.

February 1959 – Vanessa Smith is named Ohio’s “Junior Miss” winner and wins a scholarship to the college of her choice, as well as a shot at the National Competition.

May 1959 – Vanessa places First Runner Up at Nationals, earns a modeling contract, another scholarship, and $2000. She is also offered a music contract, which she delays as she finishes her college entrance exams, scoring high enough to be offered admission to Princeton University. She instead chooses to take a position as a junior spokeswoman to spread a modern message about anti-war and anti-drugs. She accepts a position as a Public Relations specialist for several charities, serving as facewoman, spokeswoman and speechwriter. She also served as head organizer for several local charities and fundraisers.

December 1959 – Vanessa and some of her friends are enjoying winter vacation in the south when she is embraced following a night of drunken debauchery. Devastated by this sudden change, Vanessa works to try to learn of her new existence. She spends several months refusing to leave a hotel room, to the point where she is believed to be dead. A scholarship is created in the Miss Ohio pageant in her honor.

1961 - After careful consultation with her Sire and other of her Broodmates, she chooses to petition to join the First Estate – especially after learning that she would be expected to read a lot of books while in the Movement. Vanessa is taught the basics of Kindred knowledge and survival skills, and retains a close relationship with members of the Carthian Movement, something that many of the Invictus consider a social boon for her. Though she is Invictus, many of the Carthians accept her as one of theirs.

1970 – Vanessa leaves her Sire, choosing instead to focus on perfecting her blood and her social graces to become an asset to the First Estate. She is approached by a member of the Gangrel clan who challenges her to a debate upon the role of the Invictus in the modern day world. Well-versed in Invictus customs, Vanessa is able to easily school the elder Gangrel, who graciously takes her as his student, teaching her additional customs and proper protocols. She learns Animalism from him as a reward for her excellent debate tactics. The two become close allies and even lovers.

1980 – Vanessa finds her niche in the Invictus as a powerful up-and-comer who works as middle management for high powered Invictus. Jokingly called the “Invictus of Pink,” Vanessa spends a great deal of time planning parties and mixers for the First Estate. Notably, she tends to organize large gatherings, including seating arrangements, floral arrangements, and etiquette classes. Though young, she is recognized as an Au Pair of note. (Gain Invictus x2)

1987 – Vanessa becomes a local ambassador to the Carthian Movement. Because she is so young and socially adept, she spends a great deal of time being a face person for the Movement – converting several individuals to the Unconquered. The Movement accept her as one of their own, acknowledging that she is staunchly Invictus. (Gain false Carthian 1?)

1995 – Vanessa is employed by several Invictus of note to host large galas and parties. She spends a great deal of time perfecting techniques to show that the Invictus are the First Estate for a reason, to the point of spending time teaching younger and newer Invictus the proper protocols and procedures. She gains fame in her role of Au Pair, and even managed to gain the attention of several alders, who take notice of her as an “up and comer.” Though young, she is afforded * Value* within the First Estate. (Invictus x3)

Note: Vanessa Channing appears on the outside to be an airhead and a flake. She rarely, if ever talks about the fact that she has a law degree, or that she can probably outdebate and out-argue anyone else. She is outspoken, very to the point, and blunt. She will happily inform you that your clothing does not match, and your shoes are “so last year”. There are times however, when the tables will turn, and she will be an absolute fountain of knowledge and wisdom. She prefers to be underestimated tough, which is a huge reason she the First Estate…you rarely, if ever suspect the flamboyant and outspoken individual to be actually smarter than you. If the price for getting the upper hand is that a few people think you are missing a few French Fries from your Happy Meal ™…then that is a price well paid. What matters in the end, is that your goals are accomplished, and you are the one who comes out on top.

Quotes:

Carthian Movement: "Men are joined by conviction, sundered by opinion." Goethe

Invictus: You take a mortal man and put him in control. Watch him become a god. Watch peoples heads a'roll - Megadeth, Symphony Of Destruction

Ordo Dracul: "There is no more great men; there is only great committees." Marshal McLuhan

Circle of Crone: Almost two thousand years, and no new god! - Friedrich Nietzsche

Lancea Sanctum: Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich. – Napoleon

Unaligned - "Trash, all of them"

New Mage background

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 03:15:46 GMT

Is viewable here:

http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dhbrnscx_234j46j3c4

Mage concept of doom...

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 18:28:07 GMT

This PC concept has been totally picking at my mind recently. This is my attempt to put it on paper in hopes that it will just...go away.

Shadow Name: Pandora
Path: Acanthus
Order: GotV
Legacy: Bearer of the Eternal Voice

Concept: Pandora is a power behind the throne. She is quiet, shy, polite in person. But in truth, she is a potent creature who supports others in their endeavors. Caught somewhere between a black and a grey hat, she is not necessarily bad, but she is competant.

The daughter of multi-millionnaires, Pandora was brought up in the lap of luxury. She is a public figure, and easily a major stockholder in several large companies. In the financial world, a place normally dominated by men in suits, she is a force to be reckoned with. Dubbed the "Ice Queen" by mortals and mages alike, she is never one to back down from a challenge that has even close to even odds. It has been commented that she can go from cute and shy to royal bitch faster than most European cars can go from 0 to 60.

(IC Headspace Entry placeholder)

Sat, 28 Mar 2009 17:13:31 GMT

(Yes, try to guess who this goes to :) more later)

Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you

Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know

I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Who has to know?

When we live such fragile lives
It's the best way we survive
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you

Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know

I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Who has to know?

The way she feels inside (inside)
Those thoughts I can't deny (deny)
These sleeping dogs won't lie (won't lie)
And all I've tried to hide
It's eating me apart
Trace this life out

I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret)

I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Dirty little secret

Who has to know?
Who has to know?

(IC Headspace Entry placeholder)

Sat, 28 Mar 2009 17:06:29 GMT

(placing these lyrics here as a placeholder :) feel free to guess where/who they belong to!)

We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes
And the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air

See the lights
See the party, the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd
And say hello, little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you please don't go, and I said

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

So I sneak out to the garden to see you
We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew
So close your eyes
Escape this town for a little while

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
But you were everything to me
I was begging you please don't go and I said

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel
This love is difficult, but it's real
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess
It's a love story baby just say yes
Oh oh

I got tired of waiting
Wondering if you were ever coming around
My faith in you is fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

And said, marry me Juliet
You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
It's a love story baby just say yes

Oh, oh, oh, oh
'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

OOC Amusement...

Fri, 20 Mar 2009 04:29:14 GMT

(Crossposted to nycciangel

If my LS PC were to go Acolyte, how much status could I get?

Alternatively:

How much support could I get to go Invictus?

New Meme Idea - The Sins

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 06:18:01 GMT

New Meme Idea: Using only the 7 Deadly Sins (or the 7 Holy Virtues), write memes based around PCs. PC's that are featured in those posts *should* then write 7 posts and use PCs in their post. You can choose to do 1 post with all 7, or 7 posts, or any combination.

For example, I am going to be featuring posts based around the Seven Deadly Sins.

Greed:
Gluttony:
Envy:
Wrath:
Lust:
Sloth:
Pride:

This is for all venues.

[Requiem Meme] Ganked from V and Sarcy. Because I can.

Thu, 26 Feb 2009 01:40:31 GMT

Comment this LJ with a subject and a PC and I'll craft a post around both, providing my PC's insight or perspective on the chosen topic.

-The Management

[Mortals - Morgan] "Company Downsizing"

Thu, 11 Dec 2008 18:26:18 GMT

Morgan looked at the mountains of paperwork that stood before her and sighed heavily. Her department was downsizing due to economic cutbacks and she was at the top of the list for a transfer. She looked over the possible places she could be transfered to...

Washington DC
Cincinnati, OH
Seattle, WA
San Francisco, CA

Of the list, she far preferred to be on this side of the world. She would miss New Jersey, but part of her needed a change. In the past year, her world had changed significantly. She was far more aware of the world now...the existence of Vampires, and Werewolves and ghosts. Whatever testing she had underwent in the strange facility had changed her completely. She had become more aware now, more congnisant of the world she existed in.

Her training that she had taken part in prior to working for the government sector had become more important, as she had used that to connect her to the realization she had been given. Her studies and her works had become more perfect.

Moving would be good however...she was tired of cleaning up the vampire's messes. Perhaps she could go somewhere where vampires didn't exist...that might be useful to her...She was a brilliant scientist, a reknown epidemiologist, and one of the best city disaster planners that FEMA could hire...yet, there were less and less disasters that needed their attention since FEMA had managed to massively bungle the New Orleans effort. She was glad for once that she had been assigned to paperwork those months after cleaning up a gang violence attack in Northside Atlantic City.

Glancing down at the messages incoming, she clicked on the awaiting email that was an interview request and typed back a quick response. She had an interview on Saturday evening in Cincinnati at the new location. Perhaps that could be a worthwhile new beginning...

[Requiem - Mackenzie] "The Circle, the Spear, and the Idiot - a GotM parable"

Mon, 24 Nov 2008 22:51:15 GMT

(OOC note: Amusingly enough, in this situation below, Vladak is really Katherine =))

She took a deep breath as she stepped forward into the room filled with many predators of varying shapes, sizes, faiths and beliefs. She had already confronted one set of potential disruptions, and managed to breeze through the awkward meeting with the Columbus Sanctified. Park of her wondered if in the past two years, if things had changed…she still felt the animosity towards them – it was they who had attempted to lay her low, and it was they who had attempted to cast a shadow of doubt upon her person.

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die

She had remained strong however, and breezed through such, reminding them of their place, and what their duties were. She had met with the upstarts from Columbus who had threatened her domain and made it very clear that she did not appreciate the disruption to her city, regardless of whom they felt deserved an attack or not. She managed to display a perfect sort of visible outrage, and still keep her calm exterior. She let them make the first offer…if they offered anything less than a boon, she would up the ante.

I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet yeah,

Fortunately, the Seneschal, a Brother Tolerance, must have been aware of her tolerance for such issues, and immediately opened with a boon. Judging from the disreputable individuals present, she suspected she was going to get nothing further. She accepted the boon, and moved on. She had expected the Prince or Seneschal to offer one themselves, but she had secured one from each of the individuals involved. Thus, she could further negotiate such when the time came. It was a win for herself.

No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold

But now, the test was presented before her. Nodding to Dahlia, she took the first step into the public eye with others at her side. She held her head proudly, and looked down to no one. Tonight, it was less about being Sanctified, and more about showing the strength and determination of her Praxis. She welcomed others into the gathering, opening up the evening for gifts, politicking, and joviality. She encouraged others to enjoy the spirit of goodwill, and reminded them all that this was Elysium. She smiled a perfect smile, and gestured to others, looking across the sea of upturned faces until she found her mark. The Prisci Harpy.

But I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no

He would wait for now however. She had gifts to distribute, and whispered politicks to attend to. A clover of luck for an old friend, lacrima to share and celebrate, and small, private gifts for her favored members of the Court. Mentally, she prepared herself for the meeting she knew was to occur…mentally, she calculated how easy it would be for her to destroy the upstart neonate with a flick of her wrist. Outwardly, she simply smiled and watched the joker saunter through the crowd towards her.

Well I never pray
But tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah

She gestured to him, calling him forth like a rabid dog upon a leash, and simply watched as he crawled towards her, his tail hidden between his legs as he refused to meet her gaze. He announced that he refused to give her back her standing within the city, because he felt that Regent Moss would be a better Prince than she. She simply smiled at this, watching her liege across the room as her smile turned almost malicious. She asked him a simple question, if he would be willing to die by the report that he so adamantly stood by.

I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now

His look was one of horror and disbelief, as if he did not think it possible that she would remove his head, and find some personal delight in his destruction. He tried to call upon the aid of the other Acolytes, until she simply smiled at him, leaning forward and whispering if he believed this was a Covenant issue. When he refused to respond, she dropped her voice further, asking him if he believed his Covenant would stand by him in his decision…

No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold

He was so intrigued by this notion, that he failed to see the circle of Acolytes which surrounded them now, not until it was too late.

And I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold

She sat back in her chair and simply smiled, daring him to make it his precious covenant issue. She asked him what sort of failure he was, when his own Covenant stood by a heathen Prince than himself. She found herself once again delighting in the obvious pain he was in, and she couldn’t help but giggle as she met Alexi’s eyes.

No, no, no, no, no
I can't change
I can't change

She looked up as the Mekhet, Gangrel, Daeva and Ventrue Prisci fired him on the spot as Prisci Harpy, declaring him unfit for any position…yet still he chose to stand by his words. She *almost* admired him for that, but she was not finished with him. Her speech to him would be legendary, as she was…and she was determined that his failure would not noted in the annuls of history as being the biggest loser Acolyte to watch their hopes and dreams of political manipulation shattered by a Sanctified.

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
Try to find some money then you die

“You see Mr. Vladek, you are making a foolish mistake. I simply want what is best for the city. I have moved forward into the present. I have overcome these trials, and I have emerged stronger from the fires. I was possessed, but I stand before you as your true Prince, placed here by heathen, heretic, and faithful alike. I stand here not as Sanctified, but as Prince…when I am finished with you, Vladek, you will wish I had stood here as Sanctified. Your Covenant enjoys speaking of their Tribulations and Enlightenment…tonight, I show you yours. Tonight, you will seek study from the greatest of your Covenant present. From your leader, Alex, from your Elder, Alexi, and one who claims great wisdom, Gwydion. Enjoy the enlightenment that your tribulations shall bring you.”

I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the things meet yeah

With a simple smile, she leaned forward and continued, her eyes shining brightly with her fiery speech, given inspiration and words of encouragement and honor…”I will give you two choices Mr. Vladak. You may choose to leave this city and never return, or you may choose to show your loyalty in hopes that one night, your Tribulations will be fruitful, and you will learn how to be a proper predator. If you choose to stay, you will show loyalty to the man you so admire, whom I claim as my liege lord.”

You know I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold

He choose to show loyalty, and she called Alder Moss over and simply smiled to him, indicating another victim. She watched his face nearly contort in a mask of pure amusement as he simply nodded and walked away. Vladek would soon learn why it was dangerous to attempt to win a game he had clue of the rules within.

I can't change my mold
no, no, no, no, no,
I can't change
Can't change my body,
no, no, no

As she walked away, she let a part of her darker side slip through and infect the poor, unfortunate creature. Amrit would be proud, perhaps part of her was back – it simply needed to be reminded that she was indeed a creature of misery and hopelessness. Seeing Vladak curl up in the corner after being reminded of what a failure he was both to the city and to his Covenant made her smile.

I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
Been down

The night seemed brighter, and more jovial after that – as if his despair was all that was needed to make the rest of the night…a bit more festive and a true holiday celebration of the Damned.

Ever been down
Ever been down
Have you ever been down?
Have you've ever been down?

New Mage Wiki!

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 13:22:18 GMT

I'm working on my new wiki page for my mage - feel free to add a comment if you'd like to help me out with it :)

http://mage.cam-wiki.org/index.php/Black_Lotus

Go post stuff!

[Lost - Arachne] "Hunting the Hunted."

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 12:28:40 GMT

Meticulous.

Each item had its place. Each movement had a reason. A flick of the wrist here meant to load the carabiner into its slot. Three bullets, one for honor, one for glory, one for success. Four guns, four knives, one shotgun. One sword at her side to represent her vow of honor.

Part of her remembered something from the past...a different world. Rook had made her remember it. Honor was personal...it wasn't defined.

Then where had her sense of honor come from? Had it been there when she took on the Mantle of the West?

She ran far and fast in the night, almost willing something to give her chase. She was angry. Her desire to see justice was almost as strong as her desire to shoot the hell out of someone.

She felt like she had been in a fog for a very long time...she barely remembered anything from her past. She remembered Sal being there, but Sal was Windbourne now. She had a name once...not Arachne...it was something else. Alice she thought...perhaps it was Alice. That name felt familiar.

She was a soldier now...a created item. She had been molded and sculpted from the Dreams into one of two. This was just a nightmare realm for them. There was something they were looking for here, something that they were supposed to acquire before heading back into the main Realm area. They just had to make their way through the distractions and the things which threatened to keep them where they were at.

She kept a watch these nights, watching it count down the seconds. Soon they could hearthstone back, but not during this instance. Not during the time they were hunting down their target. Once they found it, they could heartstone back home and rest before beginning again. She hated this realm. It was cold, and harsh...it felt scarily familiar to her, sometimes threatening to break the discipline she had learned over the years of training with Sal...with Windbourne.

She tracked the creature with careful ease, watching as it moved through the crowds changing and shifting features. He was no Nightcrawler however, and it wasn't hard to get a line on him.

Lock and load dishonorable bastard, lock, and load.

[Song Meme] Sally and Lotus - "Piece of Me"

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 13:17:23 GMT

Things had changed a lot in two short years…she wondered why or how things had happened the way they had. Two years ago she had been one of two (or three) Awakened juvenile delinquents that were constantly being hunted down by one Order or another. Sally had been one of her best friends, and the two of them would spend the weekend getting high and snarking about idiot Awakened. She had been an Apostate then, and fairly carefree. She had been her own best mentor then, learning how to survive in a world that was obviously meant for adults, but still managing to keep her head above water somehow. Sally had been a blessing then. The two of them were trouble incarnate…when they walked on to the scene, you’d better believe that people took notice of them.

I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don’t matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gonna put pictures of my derriere in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me…

The two of them had rocked the District of Columbia and taken home shiny bullets as souvenirs. Fucking Jason Saice – he had learned the hard way what happens when you fuck with the two of them. A number of others had learned the hard way also. They were certainly troublemakers when the two of them got together. Sally was the perfect face, and Lotus was the gun. Sometimes they even switched roles for the hell of it. If anyone had found out exactly what the two of them were capable of, they’d probably be fairly scared…hell, during the Avalon Foundation bullshit the two of them had shown exactly how capable they were of dealing with Awakened bullshit. Of course, it didn’t really stop them from proving how retarded Awakened Canadians were…but after all, even bad press is still press, and it certainly got people talking.

I’m Miss bad media karma
Another day, another drama
Guess I can’t see the harm
In working and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm
I’m still an exceptional earner
You want a piece of me

It wasn’t until Cleveland however, that the two of them had shown exactly how far they had become. They had partied hard every night and dragged themselves into the hotel to get ready for the next day. Sally had One to deal with, and she had to report to Argent and Mr. M who shook their heads at her collectively as she sat before them with glazed over eyes and a massive hangover that she could technically heal on her own. Why bother though? Not to mention, she suspected that Mr. M was going to counter her if she tried to fix her hangover. Of course, the hangover didn’t stop her from running off to the nearest mall with Sally before the big showdown with the Spider Queen. After all, if you were going to go kill shit, you might as well look good while doing it.

I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous (You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless (You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in (You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin(You want a piece of me)

The two of them had bummed around for a bit, spending massive amounts of money and probably employing a small army of third world workers to replenish what they had bought on their shopping spree. They were prepared though, they were going to be deadly, have fun, and be good at it. Armed with their purchases, they departed the mall after making certain people took notice of them as they were leaving, and then forgot about them after they were gone. Smirking at each other, they headed to the car that Lotus had brought with her. It was fast, powerful, and could go from zero to one hundred in six seconds…just like they liked them.

I’m Mrs. ‘You want a piece of me?’
Tryin’ and pissin’ me off
Well get in line with the paparazzi who’s flippin’ me off
Hopin’ I’ll resort to some havoc, end up settlin’ in court
Now are you sure you want a piece of me? (you wan’ a piece of me…)

Sitting in the main room after the big showdown with the spider queen and her crazy ass arachnid followers, Mr. M and Lotus watched the “Wisdom Awards” which to Lotus was code-bullshit for “These are the people who are getting their buddies to vote for them on shit.” Lotus was about to leave when she heard some psycho wench make a comment about Sally. Smiling to herself, she whipped out her cell phone and texted her compatriot in crime who was standing over in the “bad Mages” section and told her people were planning things. She saw Sally gesture her over and leaned over to talk to Mr. M. The two of them wandered over and took seats at the table, a picture of civility and virtue…until some tool from Columbus got up on his soapbox and started making comments about Sally. You’d better believe that drew attention, and NOT in the best way…

I’m Mrs. ‘Most likely to get on the TV for slippin’ on the streets’
When getting the groceries, not for real…
Are you kidding me?
No wonder there’s panic in the industry
I mean, please, do you want a piece of me?

Blythe was a tool, and Sally had a small army to back her up, preparing to throw down with everyone there. That wasn’t what was important however…when a Silver Ladder from the Avalon Foundation agreed to serve as the tool’s combatant, Sally and Lotus grinned at each other. They had a new goal…and if it didn’t work out the way they wanted, well…there were always other opportunities. Of course, it took entirely too long for Blythe to back the fuck down after realizing he was outnumbered and outclassed. By the time they got to the Avalon Foundation situation, the two of them were annoyed at the “acting herald” who claimed to have no authority. He of course, claimed that he would get them in touch with someone who had authority…such a shame that to date he seemed to have forgotten about that. The rest of that night was a whirlwind of partying and a haze of alcohol, hot guys and fast cars. Though it was the “Cleveland Nightlife,” the two of them pretty much had the city as their playground for their eighteenth birthday parties.

I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous (You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless (You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in (You want a piece of me)
I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin (You want a piece of me)

So things were different now than two years ago. She was Arrow, Sally was Guardian. She was seriously considering leaving the Arrow and looking into other options. While the Arrow was probably the best thing for her talents, she wasn’t interested in always fighting, and others had made it apparent she would never be a leader among them. Sure, she was one of the top tier fighters, but that meant nothing in the long run. Sally was busy a lot lately it seemed with one thing or another. Cleveland seemed like a long time ago, another world entirely. Both of them were turning into fairly potent individuals who were not as stupid or worthless as others had originally judged them as. It was a treasure to watch people realize they had misjudged them…

I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don’t matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gon’ be pictures of my derriere in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece, piece of me…

But even still, it was often difficult to try to become something better, and something different. They were like movie stars unfortunately…people had typecast them into specific rolls, and it seemed difficult to get out of those roles. She at least wanted something different, and she suspected that Sally did also. They both wanted justice for the past, and they wanted the future to be something worth looking forward to. That wasn’t so much to ask for, right? She at least, and she suspected that the same went for Sally, was willing to fight for that future, even if it meant leaving the Arrow to become someone or something that could promote a better change for the Awakened society. There would be change, or there would be some very dead motherfuckers.

You want a piece of me?

[Song Meme] "God is God" (Charli/Mackenzie)

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 12:18:30 GMT

The darkness surrounded her as she walked forward into the heart of the night’s darkness. There was an eerie fog that blanketed the ground, covering up the path she walked that night. Beside her, the dark companion moved soundlessly, cutting through the fog as a delicate knife through silk. Their methods tonight were so different….the Shadow would be the sharpened side of the blade, while she would be the blunt force that would bring the enemies to their knees.

You shall see Hell clear in the sky
You shall see darkness
You shall see good and evil
You shall see city walls crumble and towers fall

Their targets were close; she could sense the scent of sulfur and brimstone that often accompanied the cultists of Belial’s Brood. All around them, the landscape glowed with a sickly green to her trained eyes. Nodding to her companion, the shadow slipped into the darkness easily, moving under the fog. Covering her tracks with infinite silence, the Daeva bled upon her sword and took several steps forward, preparing for what was to come in just a few short minutes…

God is God
God is God
God

In the clearing ahead, the ring of creatures was chanting around the fire, calling for their darkness from within. There were three of them this night – less powerful than before, but still dangerous to unarmed and untrained individuals. They were dangerous creatures, but they were blissfully unaware that they were being watched, or that this was the last ritual that would ever be performed. Taking an unneeded breath and searching once again for her dark companion, the Daeva opened her Testament and stepped into the clearing, her voice rising above their chanting in a beautifully haunting Latin rendition of an ancient prayer…

You shall see the Lord of Life and Death
You shall see Heaven in Hell
You shall be blinded by light
You shall see darkness

As the eyes of the Brood were drawn to her in preparation for attacking what they thought was a lone target, they did not see the shadows coalesce behind them until it was too late. A perfectly aimed stake pierced the chest of one of the three as the words of the shadowed one rang out in the darkness. The remaining enemies growled as they jumped for the two Sanctified.

God is God
God is God
God

The shadow initiated first contact as her sword moved swiftly, slicing through skin and bone as butter. Deftly weaving out of the attacks by the other Brood, the Daeva began chanting divine words, a malicious smile on her face as she raised her hands, invisible lightening arcing from her fingertips that shot outwards, striking both of the creatures and the third staked individual. The shadow laughed with a dark glee as her dark clothing became drenched in ash and blood…still the two of them fought on, side by side as sisters, coterie mates, and Sanctified.

You shall see the walls crumble
Walls built of pain
And above the cries of man
Hear one voice saying:

The two creatures fought them both, tooth and claw against their arm of metal and blood, yet they were no match for the two prepared Sanctified. The shadow was making short work of her creature, yet seemed to take some time to relish the entertainment of the Brood fighting her back. She was potent and graceful, wielding power over the shadows and the blade, striking out with both of them until her creature was on the ground, unmoving with a stake in it’s chest. Only them did she pull her sword back, moving over to help with the remaining Brood that was being mentally manipulated by the Daeva…

I am Alfa and Omega
The begining and the end
I am the first and
I am the last

It was a tossup as to which of the two would be more merciful to the remaining creature who had just watched its two buddies become staked by the two Sanctified women. It attempted to retreat, but the shadow blocked it’s path, slicing across it’s chest with her sword. It took a swing with its claws, managing to rake across her chest, shredding her armor. It was suicidal now, and attacking the shadow seemed like the best idea it could possibly have. Blow after blow it attempted to hit her before the shadow ran it through with her sword, twisting her wrist expertly…

God is God
God is God
God

The Daeva stepped forward, lifting her hands upwards as her entire façade took on an appearance of a beautiful pharaoh of old…a goddess upon earth brought to this material for one purpose…to make this creature kneel before her. As a desert warrior of old, the shadow took on the mein of an unholy creature who called upon the shadows to surround her. The Brood dropped to his knees before the two women, bowing its head to avert his eyes from the Goddess-Queen. Stepping behind the creature, the shadow placed her curved sword at the base of it’s neck and leaned down, whispering in an ancient language of the Copts…

You shall see Hell
You shall see evil
You shall see darkness
You shall see sorrow
You shall see Death
You shall see God

With those final words, she brought her sword back, swinging it forward with a tremendous force that severed the head from the neck, turning to ash before it even hit the ground. Standing there for a moment, she steeled herself and then carefully wiped the ash away from her sword, nodding to the Daeva who stepped away from the role of the Pharoah. The two women retrieved the remaining creatures and slipped away in the darkness…these would make excellent additions to the gardens tonight. In the drought of the evenings, the gardens needed watering..

God is God
God is God
God

[Song Meme] "Evil Incarnate" (Amrit/Mackenzie - Diamond Dogs)

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 13:23:12 GMT

As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicon hump And your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was,

She stood across the room, watching the woman who was her nemesis and her ally. She had once thought she had a mean streak in her until she had met the veiled woman. Growling softly, she recalled the woman from her past…once she had been the most beautiful creature in the world. Mackenzie had learned quickly to judge the nature of someone not from appearance however…this woman was absolute darkness. Amusingly enough, this didn’t exactly keeper from admiring her from a distance. There was a sense of pride in the Hindi woman…what she hid behind the veil would scare most individuals if they knew the truth. She knew, she had seen it. What looked coy to others, was a brilliant façade meant to throw off enemies and foes.

Todd Browning streak he was
Crawling down the alley on Your hands and your knees,
I'm sure you're not protected
For it's plain to see

Stepping beside the other woman, the two of them were an impressive force that made even the pet Khaibit take a step back. They were an unlikely pair – both of them brought together for a common goal in the wake of death and despair. She was the other side of her coin, and a dangerous one at that. They had walked through the crowds in Canada holding a deadly conversation that chilled those around them who had even the smallest inkling of what was being discussed. Esmond had politely taken a step back as the veiled woman had smiled the entire time, her lips giving off a hint of polite discourse in the form of thinly veiled threats that were met with a barrage of polite disagreement and subtle denials and a determined streak. The poor Bishop standing at the Cardinal’s side could feel the iciness between the two women, but looked blankly at what they could be discussing in such a manner…if he had known, he might have called the Inquisition or Crusaders upon the veiled woman. Yet, blissful ignorance was his gift for the night, which was probably for the best.

Diamond Dogs are poachers
And they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will,
Mannequins with kill appeal

The malicious smile, the “I dare you to come fuck with me” attitude, and the slow, lazy walk of the predator gave the woman a façade of superiority that made her seem almost ten feet tall and bulletproof…though she did not demand protection, the others of the Circle gave it to her. Even those weaker predators who sensed the greater one in their midst flocked to her. Like a queen of darkness, she could sweep through the room. It was one of the things that she admired about the veiled woman. Watching the others in the room circle and slip away from the two of them was fun. Dealing with annoying twits who threatened both of them was not so much fun.

Will they come?
I keep a friend serene
Will they come?
Oh, baby, come unto me

She lifted the veil carefully, watching her world become painted in a shimmer of red and smiled. She wondered if this is what it felt like all the time, knowing one had infinite potential for danger, and yet, the subtle gesture of a façade of dignity? Watching the other woman in the priestly garb, she could not help but smile at the irony of the situation. Straightening the silk beneath her fingers, the two of them stepped onto the floor, not even needing to call upon their Daeva gifts to turn people’s heads. Moving across the floor, Acolyte and Sanctified turned to watch their procession and entourage…there were whispers, and looks of horror. People from all sides came to them…but for tonight, they were perfect mannequins with a single goal in mind…absolute destruction.

Will they come?
Well, she's come, been, and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch a death in the fog
Young girls, they call them, the Diamond Dogs

Fast forward to a time later, a more private setting…the two of them sitting across from each other…so different, yet in so many ways, so similar. One would call upon the power of the goddess, one to call upon the gifts of the Lord. They divided the house, one would say, when they were in the same room. In her own court, they sat, watching each other, preparing to strike if the other struck first. Their words were biting, and once again veiled. It was the companion at Mackenzie’s side who caught wind of the words first, and even he knew to take a step back. It was always the same argument however, but never anything further behind it…to the Suicide Queen however, it wasn’t enough to encourage her to push back…after all, she had heard this argument a hundred times before. “You should be with us, blah blah blah.” It was always the same, no offers, no free dinner, just a faux attempt at a sithian commentary. It was however, quite entertaining…and even more entertaining to insert some chaos every now and again into the Circle, even if it earned looks of disapproval and dramatic sighs from the veiled woman.

In the year of the scavenger
Season of the bitch
Sashay on the board-walk
Scurry to the ditch

In another place, a church this time…Mackenzie had stood among the veiled woman, a celt, and the dark one, watching each of them make veiled references to each other. She knew this game only too well, and was entertained by it. Ironically, her and the dark one were on the same side, faced against the celt and the veiled woman. Even in a place of God, there were comments about places where people belonged. She suspected that the celt and the veiled woman knew each other, but she could not quite understand how or from where. They were too familiar however. Mackenzie had to listen to yet another round of a Circle conversion speech. It made her laugh inside. She eyed the two for a weakness however…the veiled one she could find none…no, she waited until the dark one and the veiled one had left before turning to the celt and focusing all her attention upon him. Let him see what she was capable of – she guaranteed he would not be on the veiled woman’s side next time. Not that it was a competition of course, but the less ammo the veiled woman had, the less of an opportunity for her to regain the upper hand….again.

Just another future song
Lonely little Keats
There's gonna be sorrow
Try and wake up for tomorrow

She wondered what would ever happen if the two of them, who were more alike than different, were ever on the opposite teams…Heaven help the city that stood in the way of their war…and Hell welcome the victims they would drag down screaming with them…

Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch a death in the fog
Young girls, they call them
The Diamond Dogs

Return of the Meme of Doom (the original!)

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 12:28:04 GMT

This is by request...

The return, of the infamous "Song Meme".

That's right readers...You post this to your livejournal, your readers choose their character, your character, and what song they want YOU to write.

For instance:

Spider posts to my livejournal and says - "Hey! I want you to do a post about Kincaid and DuMont to the song "Black Magic Woman". You respond, with a post :)

Why should you do this?

Because it's fun! And you get to learn all sorts of things about other people's characters...

Oh yeah - and you can post thoughts, emotions, scenes, made-up scenes...and it's open to ALL venues! You have the option to write about something in the past, or to create a scene which may or may not happen (that readers, is up to you)

Characters/Venue:

Mackenzie DuMont - Requiem
Gabrielle - Requiem
Arachne - Lost
Black Lotus - Awakening

Enjoy!

[OOC] An open rant regarding the Awakening Venue

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 23:24:39 GMT

In the past few months, I've heard the terms "good for the game" thrown around a whole lot. In fact, some players who I thought were responsible have repeatedly said that things are "good for the game." Me, being a player of the Cam for several months have grown increasingly annoyed with players who use the term "good for the game" incorrectly.

Let's take a look at where this has come into effect at.

1. "Retiring your PC is good for the game"

Response: Uh..huh... Retiring my PC is good for YOUR game so you don't lose your PC when I whack it.

2. "Holding trials and force-retiring PCs because of a fu**ed up proxy is good for the game."

Response: One has to wonder what game they are playing that this is better for. It's obvious that its not good for the game - especially not when any game has both OOC and IC components. Just because you don't like a PC or PCs doesn't mean its better for the game that they are gone.

As a note, I wasn't involved in any of the trial bs, nor the retarded proxy of dumb. I have however, seen it ruin people's enjoyment of the game on all sides, and make people quit playing an already shaky venue. This is my journal, and my rant damnit.

3. "We are keeping your PC out of play because its better for the game that this occurs"

Response: Once again - I have to wonder if someone else has a different rules book. Perhaps they are playing Exhalted, or Awakening 90210: The Awakening. I'm not sure. This warrants further exploration.

4. "I hate you because you are one of THEM" or "You're on THAT side"

Response: There's sides? does that give me cookies and booze? If I invite someone to the other can I offer that? And what does "one of THEM" truly mean? "ZOMG! You're a responsible player who isn't playing a Disney knockoff!" Wow. Can I have more? Seriously...I think I did the dividing into groups in high school. If I wanted that, I'd go watch High School Musical. It has music. And dancing. I can also mute the TV.

(More rant to come, I'm going home now. This may or may not be aimed at anyone. If you think its about you, its probably not. Quit being paranoid. Flamers will be kicked with prejudice. No, not that kind of flamers. I reserve the right to be an equal opportunity hater. I'm a redhead, get over it.)

(All filter post) Winter Cleaning!

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 18:21:56 GMT

I'm currently in the process of revamping my IC Livejournal. If you want to remain on it, please post such below, and what venues you want to be on the filters for. You have one week, starting....

Now.

- The Management

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 13:14:58 GMT

She was in jeans when she walked into the room with Lukas and Jaka. Both of them were prepping for the gathering...swords were being hidden, blessed by the miracles of the Divine, all prepared to enter the gathering as ones marked for death. She was the hostess, they were guards and hunted. Casting forth a Dark Miracle upon the sword, she felt an amazing power flow through her as her blood spilled forth upon the sword that was in Lukas's hands. Shuddering slightly, she glanced around, wondering at the miracle she had just managed to set forth upon the sword that night...praying that it would not be needed. Closing her eyes, she listened as Lukas and Jaka talked of the upcoming meeting to be held in less than an hour.

The hour passed slowly as herself as she prowled the hallways, looking around for the first sign of something going wrong. There were several of her familia here, she could feel them...there were even more of her own blood present. Scarily several of them...the weight of depression was overwhelmingly thick here. She shuddered as she felt the link among them become stronger as yet another one joined the ranks. With this many Kings and Queens present, death was a likelihood to taint this gathering.

The hours passed as the time for the gathering was near. Jaka relayed a message of the location, as she easily gave an excuse to her escort as to why she had to wander off. Slipping around the corner, she deposited her cassock to the side, preparing to deal with this in a manner to which she had learned was acceptable...politically smashing the opponent.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the flash of pink hair as the three of them gathered together, allowing the shadows to draw around them. The door opened, and they slipped in, taking their seats across from the others present. Observing the others, she couldn't help but find amusement at the presence of Alita, Pennington, and another. Introductions and negotiations began slowly, with words being measured on either side.

It didn't take too long before the truth of Alita's oath was known...it was not in fact a binding Oath, but a promise made to Zane Grayson that she would take her own life if Lukas harmed another Invictus. Scowling to herself, she felt her Beast surge forward. Mentally she relayed her thoughts to Lukas, which caught like wildfire. His Beast surged forward as she felt him snap forward, heading for her. Quickly she called forth the powers of her blood in hopes of stopping him for at least a minute. Alita's quick thinking however, was what delayed Lukas...a stake flew from her hand, hitting him squarely in the chest.

Wincing at the surge of sympathy, she paused a moment and knelt down beside him, mouthing her thanks to Alita.

When Lukas was awoken again, he growled and stormed off, with Jaka close behind her. Mackenzie looked to those still present apologetically and squarely asked Alita what the price of her agreement or Oath was with Grayson. After a few moments, she responded in her polite-yet-snarky manner that it was life or death for her. That Grayson would have to tell her that her life was worth more than Lukas's, and release her from her word to him in an fashion that was honorable.

A plan began to take shape in her mind. It was dirty, backhanded, and filled with possibilities of failing. It was more of a scheme right now, but one that was perfectly crafted. Miguel had told her to start acting more like an Invictus...so she would play their petty manipulations and pray she came out ahead.

Mentally, she reminded herself that she seriously needed a vacation away from everything. The weekend had just started, and it was only Thursday!

Tomorrow night she would go to Grayson, and her plan would either succeed brilliantly, or she would end up owing a great number of boons. Either way, her cousin would be free, as would her childe.

Daughters of Inanna

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 13:01:40 GMT

Fleshed out idea:
Daughters of Inanna

A single Daughter is dangerous, but what happens when you get them all into a group together? Often found at shared havens known as "Kyries", the Daughters tend to congregate into some group of mystical number. Very rarely do the Daughters operate outside of said mystical number. Most people don't ask why.

Group of Three: A Con
Group of Seven: A Vice
Group of Thirteen: A Murder

The Daughters of Inanna represent many things. They are passion, wrath, and mysticism combined. They are forces of nature, and often the great balances (or unbalances) between good and evil. When the Daughters gather, it can be for social niceties (as the Daughters tend to be fairly outgoing), or they can be to enjoy a few dances in the blood and entrails of their unfortunate victim.

The Daughters hail from every clan, and are most likely to be found in the Circle of Crone or the Lancea Sanctum. Next to that, is the Invictus. The most common time to see the Daughters is at any major events, particularly between the hours of Ten O'Clock PM and Midnight. They normally are chatting up the big, bad monster.

Appearance: The Daughters have no set "appearance". Generally they will all hit the mall before appearing at large gatherings, and choose clothing. Either that, or they will take the clothing from their victims and wear it in ceremonial tribute. The Daughters can, on occasion, be extremely materialistic.

The Daughters are creatures of vengeance and vice above all. For some, its about paying the world back from the wrongs it has done. For others, its about breaking the connections between one life and another...and even more are part to give paybacks for a scored love and their family...and their family's family...

Random Idea for Requiem.

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 00:21:04 GMT

Random heretical idea

Daughters of Inanna

Take the top ~~seven~~Best bitchiest, conniving and deadly women.

Put them in one room.

Give them a reason to bitch and plot revenge.

Give them a shiny title and badge.

Give them crazy, wild ideas like "destroy civilization", "destroy mankind", "create chaos".

Let them go wild.

= They win.

People for idea: Everyone who responded =)

[Changeling]

Wed, 19 Sep 2007 14:17:43 GMT

She had loved once.

It had been a pure, passionate love that had finally given her the courage to make her way through the Hedge. How many people had she helped free? Ten? Twenty? A hundred? She was uncertain.

Her Keeper had broken her. When she had finally freed herself from captivity, she had hoped that the mists of the Hedge would repair her body - yet the curse lived on. Somewhere in the world, there was a manniquin of herself, living her life, and walking on two legs in the sunlight...

And here she was, nothing.

She was a child of the night now. She had used to love night before, now she came to hate it however. She despised it because it was a reminder to what she once was. Even as she walked upon land, she knew that the night would fade away, and she would be forced to retreat back. She was glorious and brilliant...

But she was unlike so many others.

She had her love, true, and pure. But how long would that love last when it took such great effort to remain walking?

Surely the warm winds of Summer would slowly burn away until all that was left were the harsh, chilled winds of the unrelenting winter...Like it's predecessor, it was unrelenting, unforgiving and destructive. This was not a world for her - not when she still had hope that one day, it would all change.

Changeling PC - Melusine (Elemental, Waterborn, Spring Court) (Links wanted!!!)

Tue, 28 Aug 2007 15:09:53 GMT

Here is the first draft of my Changeling PC...links wanted :)

Melusine – Elemental Waterborne – Spring Court

I wish I could remember every moment of my life, to reach out and touch my past and hold onto it. It seems a distant memory now – something shrouded in a fog, as if a dream that I have near forgotten upon waking.

I think my name was Dana Mitchell. I don’t remember anything particularly spectacular about me. I grew up in New York City in a small apartment overlooking Central Park. I was the youngest of three children, to a mother whose face is gone to me. It was that very park that I am certain I wandered off into as a young child.

My Fae Lord was beautiful. She was easily, the queen of the waters. Her beauty was a curse however – for without her precious water, she was an ugly hag. Each night she would sleep in the water, to awaken the next day beautiful, with an almost iridescent skin. At first, I was almost a daughter to her, and the Lord to whom she was “married to”. She was however, insane. As time went by, the water stopped working, and she became ugly and sallow. When this happened, she retreated into her castle, demanding hand and foot service. Failure earned beatings and being left out in the cold.

It wasn’t for several years that I began to notice the changes in myself. I had heard about them from others…that if you stayed too long in the Dream, that you would become part of it. Rather like Persephone and her stay with Hades in the Underworld. I noticed the change first one night when I saw the moonlight reflect off of my skin. Noting the strangeness, I began comparing it to others. I realized then, that I needed to leave – to return back to the world from where I came, before it was too late.

I had no idea how to begin this. Finding ways to talk to the other slaves was near impossible. Each night I would sneak out, to try to find any of the other Lost. There were so many who were content to never leave, or never try to find their way back. Eventually, I found several, among them, an individual named Race, who fascinated me from the very beginning. The attraction between us from the very beginning was enough to convince me that something had to be done.

With the help of Chase and several others, we came up with a plan to help establish a safe route through the hedge that could act as an Underground Railroad of sorts. The planning was difficult and had to be done in small sections, lest everyone end up discovered in their treachery against the Fae Lords. Many months after the start of the planning, we were prepared

The first group of individuals were smaller…six Lost in total. The planning had begun four days previous, including gathering supplies for the group. At the stroke of midnight, the group assembled and prepared their descent through the hedge. The way was treacherous – filled with pitfalls and wrong turns. In the distance, we could hear the hounds baying, the signal that we had been missed. We finally reached the last few meters that the six individuals would have to sprint across an open field and then break through the hedge to their freedom. Signaling them forward, I gave them their final instructions and then motioned each forward into the tall grasses. Moving silently, we crouched down, crawling to the grasses towards the hedge. When we finally reached the edge of it, the six individuals took off into a run through the hedge, their clothing torn to shreds as they finally made their way through.

Looking back now, I should have gone with them…but I made the choice to go back, to help others escape through the Hedge. I count almost sixty Lost that found their way back home through the Hedge, to freedom from their Fae Masters. It was the last group however, that was my downfall.

The escape was doomed from the beginning. There were ten Lost who intended to escape through the Hedge during the seasonal celebration. These times were never good, as guards tended to be posted to watch for anyone intending to escape. Nonetheless, the last group made their way towards the Hedge. Just as everyone was prepared to cross the field, dark figures appeared on all sides of us, swarming in after everyone. Some ran, others simply gave up – all save for one, who walked towards the Fae and retrieved a horse that was waiting for him. The Fae ensured that everyone who had been captured saw that one of their own had betrayed them before the three captured individuals, including myself were taken away.

I am thankful that I don’t remember what happened to me while I was a prisoner. When I was returned back to my Fae Lord, I was broken and beaten. I was kept in cold iron shackles and kept locked away for most of the day and night. During this time however, the Water Queen was becoming desperate. She had reneged on a Goblin Contract which would steal her vitality. In a fit of jealousy and hatred, the Water Queen attempted to give me over to the collectors. This amused them greatly, as they accepted her offer of payment and placed a curse upon myself, and the Water Queen – indicating the Goblins were satisfied with their payment.

The next few nights and days were hell for me. I was stricken with some terrible ailment that left me crippled in the daytime, only able to move at night. Leaving on my own was impossible now – I had once been a hero, but was now little more than a forgotten memory. Days and Nights passed as I grew more and more ill, and the temper of the Water Queen grew worse. She was haggardly now – a sea witch at best. The full change was near upon me now also. Her final act that I remember was her attempting to drown me in her pool of water. Once my skin touched the water however, I melded with it, becoming immaterial. From somewhere above, I heard the screams of the Water Queen, but it was too late, for I had discovered some of the nature of my curse.

She was waiting for me when I reformed back. Her dark features and looks of piercing hatred gave me only a second of warning before I was dragged away and locked into a room with no windows. Her parting words to me, were that she hoped I enjoyed my stone coffin. I believed that I would die here – that I would never again see Race, or anyone else. As I closed my eyes for what I believed would be my last time, my last thoughts were of Race, and how through the entire ordeal, he had been my strength.

He came for me in the night…somehow finding his way through the darkness to take me in his arms and take me through the hedge. I was dying when we emerged into the cold reality of the world. When I finally woke up again, I was lying in what I remembered to be a bathtub filled with water. My wounds were healed, and although I was weakened, I felt strength in the smile of the man who had carried me through the Hedge. I knew that very moment that I would never care for anyone else but him.

Time would pass, and I would aid those who were newly through the hedge, helping them start a new life when they realized their old ones were gone. I would become an advocate for the Spring Court, with strong ties to Autumn through those that I had helped escape through the Hedge, and even ties to Summer and Winter. Though my name would be known, it was a distant memory to those who simply desired to move on with their lives. Some would eventually find their fake self and destroy it, or die trying – some would simply walk away, realizing that it was better to create a new life in their new state. I however, vowed that I would find the Goblin who placed the curse upon me, to free myself from it – and bargain for my freedom from what it did to me. I was once a voice of freedom – though I will never set foot again in the Hedges. Some say they remember the Water Queen, and her promise to return me back to slavery…my death is her freedom. I suspect that it might be the same for me also. Time would pass, and I would learn more of my curse…let it not be said that the Goblins do not have an ironic sense of humor. Like an ancient story that has been told and retold over and over again, the Goblins have made me into a fairy tale. It seems almost fitting for someone of the Spring Court. By day, I am bound to the water – only able to leave if I take the form of a creature that touches water. By night, I can walk upon the Earth. Only through great will and with the aid of Goblin goods can my curse be temporarily abated…but like all creations of the Goblins, those come with a great price.

Until the time comes when I must face the Water Queen once again, I shall continue on to find my goal - along the way, ensuring the safety and protection of those that I love, and those whom I care for as friends and family. Though I am Lost, I am not hopeless. Though I am cursed, I have been blessed with the light of something greater. One day I shall find the creature which has taken my life and one day regain that small bit of sanity in the midst of this beautiful madness that surrounds me.

[Song Meme] Kenzie/Dre

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 12:24:28 GMT

Request from terrydrehammer "Adema: The Way you like it"

Don't live with shame, 'cause feelings change but fame remains
The reason why your gonna wanna take me home tonight
It's all the same up in this game, the people change
And money claims everyone from everything</i>

“Lovers gone wrong” he had called it. She knew the truth however – or at least suspected that the young Dr. Bennett had simply gotten too caught up in her love affair triangle and had gotten way in over her head. She made a mental note to offer to teach the young Daeva the ways of the Succubi that her sire had obviously failed to mention to her – her current Dre-tested methods were about as subtle as a mac truck, and as tactful as a gun to one’s face.

I can't believe that you would think that shit of me
I was amazed at the torment that you put me through
If you can see right through the greed and all your needs
You realize that you were just about as bad as me

She watched as Dani influenced Dre with the abilities of the Daeva over and over again with amusement. Apparently the Serein resolve failed in the face of breasts and a pretty smile. This was a good thing to note for the future. He had been all gung-ho to stake his childe, but when it came down to actually putting the stake in her chest, he had failed. She had to toss a stake to his childe to have her stake herself. Pathetic.

Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay

After watching the banter and bickering go back and forth, she found herself tiring of the negotiations and the play on words that were going absolutely nowhere. She watched Dre simply fail over and over again. Even the blessings of Longinus could not aid him in his attempts. In annoyance, she began to count down…or rather upwards with Boons.

My life has changed but fuck the fame, I'll stay the same
You can't complain when you can pay the bills and do your thing
Appreciate, don't player hate, congratulate
I miss the pain and the torment that you put me through
(I'll get inside you)
So what's to fear when everything is crystal clear

First was the trivial – and yet he kept talking and taking no action. He spoke of family, of duty and honor, and sometimes individuals doing things they don’t want to. Mackenzie simply yawned at this and looked annoyed, before checking her watch again.

You realize that you should do the things you wanna do
Don't give in to what people say, don't be ashamed
To separate the feelings on your mind you can't sedate
(I'll get inside you)

“Minor”. This time Dre talked about how this was a terrible waste, and he didn’t want anyone to die, and it would be horrible. Dani even looked annoyed and asked him to stake him. He responded that he didn’t want to see her hurt herself with a stake. Mackenzie rolled her eyes and checked her watch again.

Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay

“Major.” At this point, Dani was begging to be allowed to be staked. Taking pity on the girl, Mackenzie threw a stake at her. Dani attempted to stake herself and failed miserably, begging Dre to stake her. Mackenzie reached down and stopped the time on her watch, preparing to say “Life Boon”, when Dre suddenly sprang to action and plunged the stake into his childe’s chest.

You would always say I'd never be shit
They would always say I'd never be shit
But look at me now, look at me now
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay

“About fucking time”, she thought to herself as she stood back, denying him right of destruction within her walls. As quicky as it began, it was finished. Brushing her jacket off, she kissed her adopted daughter on the forehead and nodded politely to Dre and then headed out into the night.

Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
(I'll get inside you)

Dre amused her to no end. On one hand, he was completely inept and socially stunted. On the other hand, he was a great resource and as asset to the city. If nothing more, it was another Daeva, even if it was ANOTHER Kincaid. And people thought the de la Cruz were populous in numbers…they obviously forgot to take a census of the Kincaid line…

Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
(I'll get inside you)
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay