AGE
450
POWER
Vampire Physiology||Blood Consumption
SEXUALITY
Hetero
OCCUPATION
None
Alpha mutant
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May 26, 2019 16:02:17 GMT
Post by Nocturne on May 26, 2019 16:02:17 GMT
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Humans and mutants all saw the world differently than someone like her just due to her heightened senses. Her sliver eyes flicked around the shop as her powers started to wake up again. Flecks of dust floated in the air catch the dim light and they dance down in a glowing rain. as the move to the paintings on the wall her focus zoomed in to see every indent of every brush stroke. All the color against the grain of the fabric canvas in a beautiful stroke of art. As her silver hued eyes moved around they settled on the humans here.
She could smell each of them and the way there bodies let of different pheromones. There was one man nervously fidgeting in his pocket and her nose too in the scent of gunpowder. Just the scent he let off was that of someone who was desperate enough to try something stupid. The fact was that it wasn't really her concern other than the man she came in here for was still eating. Turning back to him she listened to the sound of the ans fingers scrape over the guns metal stock. She had experience with guns and none of them were pleasant in the after math.
The man before her asked what character she was playing and her head tilted a bit. There was an obvious confused look on her face but she just smirked a bit. "The villain is more fun..no?" She asked as she leaned forward a bit and smelled the food and drink he had been consuming. One of them was dirty plant water she had never cared for over the decades and the other smelled sugary sweet. Her head turned to the window beside them and she could see messy state she was looking.
Outside she would see other walking and none of the women wore dresses. Well at least not ones of her caliber and she figured that was his confusion about her clothing. She could smell the way the sugary treats he ate started to work its way into his blood stream and the sound of all the beating hearts started to come back to her. "I wouldn't mind a bite but not off the menu." Nocturne would say as she glanced back at him and winked before the an with the gun started yelling. "Damn I was hoping to be gone before this happened."
He was waving the gun around at everyone in the diner and people were frozen in fear. She always hated the smell of that particular scent and preferred to avoid it. As the heavier set man demanded cash Nocturne was up n the literal blink of an eye. A blur of movement she was out of her chair and standing behind the man. Before his could react she reach up and gripped his hair and pulled his head and neck back to her level. With a hiss her fangs dug into his neck and he scream out dropping the gun. Within a few moments he dropped to the ground barely breathing.
Silver eyes flicked around to the others in the cafe and stopped to rest on Damian. There was blood on her lips and it dribbled down her chin as she licked her lips. Her pink fleshy tongue over her fangs as she shrugged and rolled her shoulders. There was a bit of fear in her eyes as she slowly backed towards the door. This was the point that people normally turned on her and she wanted to leave before they had the chance. Her eyes still had a tinge of red in them that she got when she fed but they stayed on Damian til she back out the door.
Rounding the corner she moved into the dimly lit alley and wiped the rest of the blood from her lips. Leaning her back against the rough brick wall she was waiting to see her target leave the diner. Though some men up to no good hand other ideas as the three of them approached. 'Yo baby whats up?' One spoke as they moved in closer cornering her against the wall. Truth be spoke she was not in the mood to deal with the roughians. "Screw off ye pigs." Her annoyed tone spoke and they just started to laugh and get closer. The first one to grab her she flung across the alley with impressive force.
The neck one she sung at and knocked down but the third guy seemed to be the brains of the operation and hit her with a rusty pipe that was laying on the ground of the alley. Her body started to fall but was caught by one of the men as they drug her further into the alley.
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AGE
450
POWER
Vampire Physiology||Blood Consumption
SEXUALITY
Hetero
OCCUPATION
None
Alpha mutant
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Post by Nocturne on May 23, 2019 1:49:15 GMT
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They say time heals all wounds and things get easier with every day lived. Maybe that's true for some lucky folks out there but for others time serves as a reminder. When you live prolonged amounts of time things never seem to actually dull. Pain is still the same lingering emotion that you felt with you on the day you got hurt. The passing centuries just gave you more time to become cold and closed off from the rest of humanity. In nocturnes case her first painful moment was when her family and townsfolk tried to drown her as a witch.
Though her mutation had just kicked in so she was able to free herself and the town paid for its cruelty. Over the centuries mankind had not changed much and it was the same power struggle over and over. All for wealth and greed which kept a vicious cycle of death and pain in the world. From the sidelines looking in Nocturne didn't really meddle in the affairs of humans or even other mutants. She was a monster for so many years that she had just settled as everything being her prey. Though that had gotten her in trouble over a century ago.
The one male she had chosen to let her guard down around betrayed her. When he found out what she was and her weakness he had staked her. Luckily it was only enough to suspend her into a deep slumber for the century to come. Laid to rest she was shuffled around to different haunted houses and over time believed to just be made of wax. Today her Glass coffin display was being cleaned by some overly pale Gothic dressed teenage male. He opened the glass wanting to get a closer look of the realistic looking 'wax' figure. Really his fingers had moved to undo the corset strings of the dress she wore.
He was leaning in peeking at her nicely perfected chest area when he started to fall and grabbed the white oak stake implanted in her. It didn't save him and a loud thud was heard as he hit the ground and started cussing. As he looked up the wound started to heal she within a few minutes time a gasp was heard. Eyes opened and the once silver eyes were stained red as she felt the red hot burn of her need to feed. She stepped over the boy on the ground only sparing him from waking her and out the door she went. Like a blur in the night she snatched some pour soul in the alley and had her first drink in over 100 years.
Licking her lips and running her tongue over her fangs she sniffed the air. The wound on her chest now healed she stood in her tattered satin gown. Looking like some noble from a renaissance faire she tied the strings back tight on the dress, Sniffing the air she could smell a new scent of blood. It was fairly fresh and it had the sweetest scent. Moving down the road she took in the new look of the city overwhelmed by the presence of cars and the amount of people walking the streets. All these walking meals look so health and none smelled of plague or death.
following the scent she entered the little diner and the occupants stopped to stare. They whispered about her choice in clothing and the blood speckled on her dress. She didn't speak she her silver eyes found her target. It was a rather nice looking male and she could sense the difference in his blood now. He had a higher metal smell than the other blood bags and she moved over to his table. Sliding into the seat of the booth across from him she gave him sweet smile. "Are ye alone?" She spoke in a accent that was a bit muddled between her origins in Scandinavia and her European ventures. Just by the phrase alone he would like see her as strange along with her choice of clothing and the circular hole ripped in her dress where the stake had been.
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AGE
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POWER
Vampire Physiology||Blood Consumption
SEXUALITY
Hetero
OCCUPATION
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Alpha mutant
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May 20, 2019 22:40:44 GMT
Post by Nocturne on May 20, 2019 22:40:44 GMT
x Jordan 'Nocturne' Myers NAME. Jordan Elizabeth Myers
NICKNAME. Nocturne
AGE. 452{Actual Age} Looks 24
BIRTHDAY. March 16th, 1566
MEMBER GROUP. mutant
GENDER. female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bi
POWER: Vampire Physiology|| Blood Consumption
STRENGTHS:. Jordan has the basic genetic set up of a vampire in a novel except she is actually alive. Her heart beats just like any other human being. She gets different results from drinks the blood of humans and mutants. When she takes the blood of a human she will stay alive for longer years, but when she takes the blood of a mutant is keeps her alive but she can also form their power for up to 3 days depending on the amount of blood she drains. She has enhanced strength, Reflexes and Agility. Jordan is also has the ability to learn and use magic but she hadst in many years. When she drinks blood she can also repair the damage she is caused in battle or just general accidents.
WEAKNESS: Jordan is not invincible and she can be injured and even killed. Without access to blood daily she would eventually pass out and die. Dead mans blood is extremely toxic to her so it can knock her out and even kill her in large doses. Her immortality only last as long as she drinks human blood daily. Other wise mutant blood alone she will only live out the reminder of her years. Hence she is basically frozen in her 24 year old state right now.
FACE CLAIM. Sara Fabel
HEIGHT. 5'5"
WEIGHT. 135
IDENTIFYING FEATURES. Several tattoos and peircings
OVERALL. Jordan has a pretty thin and muscled frame. Her skin is basically flawless and her hair is a blonde so light in color it looks white. Her power gives her the looks to draw prey in easily with a ageless beauty.POSITIVE TRAITS. Energetic, Daring, Loyal, Honest
NEGATIVE TRAITS. Snarky, Aggressive, fickle, Blunt
STRENGTHS. Mechanic, Art
WEAKNESSES. Dead mans blood, Children
DREAMS. To find a life to live happily instead of being alone for the endless ages.
FEARS. Death before hapiness
OVERALL. For the most part she is a pretty out going person. Jordan is not shy in the least and she basically goes after anything she wants. Never backs down from a challenge and always tells the truth. When she gets angry stand back because shes liable to break off your arm and beat you with it.
FATHER. William Myers
MOTHER. Bella myers
SIBLINGS. name, age, etc
OTHER FAMILY. name, age, etc
HOMETOWN. Boston Massachusetts
OVERALL. Born into a fairly loving family Jordan had nothing to complain about in her younger years. Though because of her powers her family were hunted down and killed due to accusations of being witches. truthfully she wasn't a which but just someone who had a mutation that let her use magic. Still people fear what they dont understand.
Over the years she has lived many lives and seen many things but shes still searching. Immortality is useless with no one to spend it with and she just wants to be happy and feel the love of family again. So she moves alot trying to track down a sense of home she still cant seem to find.
NAME. what we should call you
AGE. if you want
EXPERIENCE. how long have you been rping |
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we have members eager to meet you
