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Hey there, I'd be interested in trying this too. Not sure what the three of you have so far, but have you considered maybe starting an RP group out of this? I don't know of any active Isekai groups currently on this site and what you're describing is right up that alley. Send me a pm or just tag me in this with a response if you're interested.

Oo, here's an idea. Maybe we could lean into the pack side of things? Going kinda along that whole one with their ancestors, part of the pack mentality. What if their bonds truly do make them stronger? Particularly against magic. For example: One lone werewolf is what he is, stronger than a human or thrall, probably stronger than an untrained young vampire as well. Perhaps though part of the reason for their numbers is that they provide one another with a mental strength allowing them defense against the vampire's compulsions and what not? This could grow in power the closer they are to territory that belongs to them too, perhaps giving more grounded seasonings for the vampires not simply wiping them out, and for them using thralls against them? With that in mind the closer the vampires get to the heart of the lycans territory the stronger these bonds would be and the harder they would have to work to maintain their spells? I forget who, but I remember someone mentioning their character being able to use shadow magic. On neutral ground this would work as intended, against a single werewolf again, it would work as intended, against two? It would start to have trouble, and this trouble would increase as more lycans entered the mix. On the flip side of that, perhaps these bonds could weaken if the pack wasn't unified though? For example if there's distrust because of an outsider, or because conflicts between leadership within the pack grew too visible to the rest of the pack? It would give vampires a reason to want to kill werewolves on more than simply a my territory level as they would become a real threat to them if their packs grew too large, for example if they're out hunting and suddenly their compulsion didn't work. On the flip side it would really press upon the need for the pack to operate as a united front.

I would be on board with that idea, especially if things are large. Maybe a few 'nanny' homes so to speak, could be that they initially were for servants and what not before the lycans moved in. That or most could live in the city and the mansion could be more of a meeting place. Maybe these 'nanny' homes belong to the higher ranked members and are given as a sign of prestige? With that in mind maybe the Alpha lives in the mansion and the Betas, Deltas, and Gamma's live in these homes. In this case maybe some are newer and some are older? Again this all depends on sizing of the pack. With that same vein of thought, don't forget William's pack in Underworld. It was more the size of an army than a wolf pack. And if this pack has been here for some time it could be quite large as well. Based on the amount of members characters on the vampire side currently and the amount of thralls they have, keeping that 2-1 ratio would put the pack at at least 60 right now. Kit's character has at least a dozen thralls from what I understand, and there are at least 8 characters made for that side currently and growing every day. So for sake of planning for that growth I'd say maybe we should stick with something closer to 60-80 for the lycans' side? Gives plenty of free roaming npcs to kill off for both sides and would allow the vampires to have 30-40 npcs as well without scewing things too far in their favor given their other advantages.

For sake of scewing numbers to favor the werewolves, as Kitsuyumia mentioned there should be more werewolves than vampires, I'm assuming that we will have quite a few npcs on their side at the very least. With that in mind, I'm sure the same thing goes for the vampires, but how large of groups are we talking on both sides? I was kinda along the mind set that both sides had dwindling numbers that would increase as the RP progressed and gained members, but is this not the case? Really like the dialog going on in the library, but the loss of scouts got my mind working on this. Might be best to discuss now so that we're all on the same page. @Kitsuyumia @Icarian Dreams @BladeRunner

Hello everyone, so I had a post listing out quite a few characters and ideas in the past. I left and had deactivated my account at the time, so yes Venari99 was me at one point for those that might have known me before. I reached out around when I came back about possibly reinstating that account, though at this point I think it'd just be easier to build this one back up to where I was at before. So with that said, I wanted to get on here and post some of my characters that I've been working on and to overall use this topic as a collective of my works. I will be updating this as my list grows again. I will also be linking my google drive as I had before. A quick note on anything in the bin of old characters needing reworked though, I am still willing to play them however I might change/balance some things on them. Many of them were created when I was younger, some I still like the concepts for, others I do not. However feel free to reach out to me if any of them catch your eye. Character bin https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0B-ramxXyAIzNfmJhektLMnJYLUlvQ3dnMnVucnFNZFlvUzdGYTBMakVsZ292dVE2VXJfSDg?resourcekey=0-A3UkpJi0yR6wumW3-2PIuw&usp=sharing Featured character: 2/12/22 :-General Info-: Name: Sir Nilus Astorio, Head Scryer of the Amedian army Age: 28 Species:Human Sex: Male Sexuality: Hetero :-Appearance-: Height: 5'5" Weight: 162 Physique: Slightly overweight. Nilus does not have very much muscle on him either. Apparel: Typically in noblemen's attire fit for the renaissance era. :-Relations-: Loyal to: The Kingdom of Amedia Family: None living, though he respects Drake Blackburn as if he were his father. :-Mentality & Background-: Personality: Nilus is an arrogant prick as well as very distrusting. History: Nilus was one of the many children 'liberated' from their homelands by the Amedian armies, one of thousands ripped from slain parents and told that such actions had been taken to purify the world of the chaos and evil that filled it. He cared little though, as all of the 'redeemed' did. He was but a baby when it all happened, they all were, all those that were allowed to live through the purging of the impure. Nilus was raised in one of the many monasteries dedicated to re-educating the redeemed. He learned to read and write, a great of itself and part of what separated Amedias people from many of the other human kingdoms. From there he was handed off to Drake Blackburn as an apprentice. Drake was no different from Nilus, having learned from another like himself. He was trained in the art of enchantment, providing the runes used to empower weapons, armor, and even household items. It was here that Nilus truly began his journey into the mystical arts. Nilus began studying all he could find, initially to improve his trade, however as time went on he surpassed his master and was enlisted by Amedia as a battle mage just as any other promising spellcaster was. He continued to work at his craft there when time and resources allowed. In time he found himself working beneath a man named Etgar Tallstag. As his commanding officer Nilus thought little of the man, doing as he was told without resistance as was drilled into him at this point in time, however as time passed under the command of Etgar Nilus began to realize something wasn't right. They were stationed at the edge of Nymira at the time, the kingdom of monsters. Tasked with driving the Gnoll marauders back from the Amedian border. Etgar played the part rather well, seemingly removing orc and Gnoll tribes that opposed his kingdom; however as time passed the front grew more and more dangerous, their enemies seemingly emboldened by their attacks. Nilus began to dig into what was truly going on, stealing missives, using his magic to eavesdrop, in time he found that the tribes they'd been hunting were not Nymirian, in fact that they were more a nuisance to Nymiria’s armies than anything. As he continued to dig he found more misdeeds of the traitorous man. The next chance he had he reported the man earning a promotion from doing so. He was made into a scryer from that point on, trained over the next year in the finer arts of the craft and tasked with defending Amedia from threats within its walls rather than being put on the front lines. Overall his life grew easy. He was treated well, and rewarded heavily for his continued service to the amedian people. He became loved by some, and hated by others as he single handedly uncovered traitors, followers of dark gods, and all those who dared to defy the will of Atlanta their goddess. He cared little who he offended, growing more arrogant as he continued to rise in fame and in power. Eventually his crusade led him towards a nobleman, a man who had claimed his title through combat and deeds rather than merely birth as so many of his kin did. He worked at doing what he did best, auditing the man, ensuring nothing was amiss. He found the man rife with sin, exposing him for what he was, a pretender. He had thought the deed finished after the man was removed from power, just another day in the office after all. However that was far from the case, Etgar had been following Nillus’ exploits. Having escaped and returned to his true people in Nymeria, he watched from the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike back at Nilus. That opportunity presented itself through the nobleman, the deposed hero. A deal was struck with the deposed man, on Nyx’s name, the god of deals and pacts, for the ruination of Nilus in exchange for the man’s loyalty and his soul. Knowing that he was damned by the goddess he worshiped, the man accepted Etgar’s deal, becoming little more than a pawn in his game. In exchange the dark god cursed Nilus casting him from the material realm and into the realms of chaos, into the playground of Nexos the god of chaos. Offering up the man as a gift to appease the over deity. Powers: Nilus is a decorated battlemage and scryer, able to control the arcane with ease, and peer into most any mind. There are few schools of magic he does not understand, even if there are some he refuses to use.

Feeling her legs wrapped around her he felt his instincts driving him down into her with more fervor, "Probably best," He muttered playfully as he felt her slick entry grow tighter. Hearing her declaration he couldn't help but feel the same. His instincts driving him to finish with her, to finish inside of her. Their hold on his rut was stronger than it had been with any of the humans or vampires he'd lain with. It took far more of him to refrain now, however he did so. He moaned out loudly feeling her sex seem to attempt milking him as she finished, continuing to thrust, to drive himself ever closer to his own release as he waited for her sex to relax around his cock. Once it did so he pulled out of her, barely able to contain himself his hand slid down towards his throbbing member as he aimed it up at her nude form, growling with pleasure he shut his eyes as he began to unload on her naked form, his heart pounding as his hips bucked into his hand. She would be able to see his mind gradually come back to him as his posture relaxed, his breath growing more even again. "Perhaps a bath before you escort me?" He teased softly, "Sorry it took all of me not to claim you... I'm unsure if it's the vampire's concoction or you, that had driven me to such abandon." He teased playfully as he moved off of her, laying on his side beside her. He gazed at her with a look of playfulness, his eyes trailing over her cum covered body, a smirk on his features, though he paused a moment as a realization seemed to dawn on him. His eyes searching out the vampire again, frowning a bit as he saw her, "We certainly do have quite the voyeur though don't we?" He addressed the room as he watched sketches fly through the vampire's hands, "Get what you wanted?" He asked, he wanted to be annoyed, though he couldn't say he didn't enjoy himself. Instead the question sounding almost playful.

Hearing her growing arrousal, feeling the way her breath caught on her words caused Darin to groan softly, a low growl inching into his throat as his fingers tightened their hold of her ass, "Perhaps my intentions are more focused on fucking their mechanic than previously thought..." He mumbled under a husky breath. His hand sliding roughly from her ass towards her raised leg, his heart racing as he felt his nature driving him to move more roughly into her. "I should like to go with you to your home after yes." He rumbled. In a swift motion he lifted her up again, this time moving to cradle her form a moment as he lowered the two of them towards the ground, his chest pressing against hers as his lips moved towards her neck again, biting lightly, careful not to leave a mark, devious playful eyes meeting her own as he began to move, his rough rutt driven thrusts smoothing into a rythm as he moved, his hand placed beside her head now, his wrist and arm taught with corded muscle, his other hand trailing up and down her side, caressing her flesh as he found himself succumbing to his nature more fully. The slapping of flesh growing louder, as were his snarling approvals of their pleasure.

I was wondering the same thing.

Me too to be honest. Seems like an interesting character to be certain though, not sure if we're going with werewolves being long lived in this setting. Doesn't matter to me either way, but I do remember it specified that vampires were ancient implying that perhaps lycans are not. @Kitsuyumia Sorry to keep tagging you but it doesn't say in the werewolf info one way or the other and I've known settings where they are just as long lived as vampires, Underworld for example.

That was me that had asked earlier, if you already have a plan then no worries, I was just thinking that I'd try and help out is all. Still don't mind if you want me too. To be clear though, how big is this town? Like everyone knows everyone or a bit bigger than that?

Yeah there's no current Gamma as far as I know, no alpha either for that matter. Plus the Gamma is more spiritual/medical so I don't think there's be a problem. Check with @Kitsuyumia, but you should be good.

His gaze continued to trail after her as she seemed to melt into his embrace, chuckling lightly at her question he couldn't fault her in the slightest, "Refuge primarily," he stated, at the lack of an answer to her preference he decided to simply allow her body to guide him. His eyes shutting as she trailed playful kisses across him, "I come from the city," he continued smirking as her soft moans pitched in volume. His hands sliding down towards her ass he lifted her up, pulling her towards him, pressing his cock roughly against her channel, moving his hips to grind against her deliberately. He saw no need to rush this after all, a part of him taking delight in teasing the dame. His lips begin to kiss and tease at her own neck now, his strong arms tense as he held her up towards him, "I had planned on moving on until I caught some of your warriors scents. " He said softly against her neck, "I had been planning on doing your pack's trail towards that mansion, but thought against it once I reigned in my beast." He stated honestly, he had no reason to lie to her. "I have to say though, I'm far more interested in staying now than I had been, musk bomb or not I cannot hide that you catch my eye Rava." He teased softly, beginning to prod her entry lightly now, shifting her upwards as he did, his lips trailing down her chest, kissing at her exposed breasts, his eyes still looking up towards her own. "Perhaps next time we can meet clothed though?" He teased, "Once I've a chance to declare my intentions to your alpha." He offered playfully his eyes shutting as he sunk into her slowly, sinking as far as he could without resistance before he started to work his hips.

Fair enough lol, I'll pop in when I can but I'm working today so might not necessarily be replying the fastest. Just depends on how busy we end up.

Probably for the best. Plenty of other ways to fuck with Darion if that's your goal, hell that was the main goal behind Willis, feel free to use him in your plotting

Darion too cared little for the vampires words as his need boiled over hearing the lycan's words a smile settling on his features as he found himself relaxing. The very fancy that they seemed of like mind calming him greatly, "That is most agreeable, I would not wish to bind myself to a stranger." He stated dipping his head as he closed the gap towards her, a rough hand gliding along her supple flesh as he truly took in her form, no longer straining against himself. So too did his words seem to relax now. "You are beautiful. I am pleased to have been forced into such a situation with you rather than another." He stated appreciatively as his hands rested on her sides, a confidence returning to him now as he slipped around her, "Any preference?" He asked, fingertips trailing up her spine. His other hand slipped down her side towards her thighs, trailing towards her moist sex, running his fingers across her sensitive lips, parting them and pressing his cock between her thighs, teasing at her sex with his shaft but not entering her. His fingers slipping from her lips towards her clit, rolling his it playfully, liberally coating it in her slick juices.

Personally I'm fairly ok with anything thrown at me. So long as her personality makes sense it wouldn't bother me. In fact I'd be a bit interested in seeing Darion figure out how to handle her.

Nice character @Icarian Dreams she sounds like she's going to make things interesting. Might bring up some ptsd with Darion, but we'll see how things roll out Far as I'm concerned on her showing up to do any of those things the more the merrier XD I'm just excited to see Darion interacting with others. Though I'm sure it's gonna complicate things if he fucks little miss warrior before getting to know any of the command structure.

As heavy feet followed one another towards the vampire, everything inside of him screaming for him to stop, heard the female lycan's voice. His head snapping towards her, a moment of lucidity creeping through as he looked ready to shift, to bound off. However instead of that he found himself drawn towards her in place of the vampire, her eager ready scent drifting washing over him, "I feel the same." he said as he moved to face her, his body and member being put on display for her just as it had been for the vampire. His tail began to swish violently through the air as he struggled to contain himself. "I... Fuck this makes this harder to explain myself... I'm Darion, I was just..." He muttered as his eyes wandered against his control over her form, his cock twitching as if in confirmation of his desire for what he saw. Growling in frustration he shut his eyes a moment to focus, "I'm new. I was going to declare my presence before running into this vampire." He muttered gesturing back towards Alicia, who seemed intent on watching this situation she'd caused to unfold. He slowly took a few more steps forward, his muscles straining against each one, more so to not simply pounce the lycan out of unconstrained lust. As he felt his member began to ooze he couldn't help but curse his last few rut cycles, having to masturbate through them like he had likely was not helping his current control over this one. "She blew up some sort of smoke grenade. You see the effects." He managed to choke out as his eyes settled on her. "I would like to talk more our heads are more clear." He stated staring her down, his wolf demanding him to portray his dominance, to take her here and now. As he took the scent in once more he reluctantly added, "Perhaps, helping to clear one another's head would be best?" he stated as much as he asked as he stepped closer once again, standing no more than five feet from her now.

Taking in her words he nodded along, waiting for more, but recieving nothing he sighed softly. Smiling softly at her name, he opened his mouth to respond when he heard the pop as the animal beside him began to thrash about, his eyes flashing dangerously towards the creature, confusion washing over him as he saw the pink smoke and took in the scent on instinct. He swayed slightly, his head filling with need, his beast screaming for release. Coughing lightly from his close proximity to the smoke he only caused it to take effect faster. He found himself growing arroused, just as if it were his time of the month. He couldn't help but take in the vampire's form now, his cock growing hard as he looked her over from head to toe, a clear need on his face as he took in her words. "Fuck, what the hell is this,"He muttered as he tried desperately to clear his head, to fight his arousal, to keep his eyes on her damn face. However he couldn't help himself but to stare at her, almost missing her words when she spoke again. "Lucky..." He muttered absentmindedly before shaking his head clearing it of the fantasies being forced into it by the drug. He growled lightly in frustration as he couldn't help but take in the scent... the smell of... He froze, his lust over ruled with caution for much a moment. His face relaxing from the tension it had moments ago. He could have sworn he smelled something, other than this lovely vampire. This continued for a moment or two longer, in his distraction he took a few steps towards the vampire. Uncertainty and desire on his face as his mind pushed him towards the only outlet for his rapidly growing desire.

@Chiyako @Kitsuyumia Hate to leave it here, but I'll probably drop one more post before bailing for the night. Super late here and I work tomorrow.

As the vampire ignored him he could feel primal anger bubbling up inside of him, his eyes locking on her as he watched her. His mind racing with possibilities as he cross off a simple assassination as her goal for the trap. Hearing her speak, his features softened, his head tilting to the side as he considered her words for a moment. He thought on simply running, a deep seated sense of dread filling him from no where as the vampire spoke, her poise. He couldn't help but- His eyes flicked towards the needle, interrupting his thoughts as he watched it drop to the floor. Considering it a moment, considering his own speed and strength he decided that no, he would not have been able to dodge it. His eyes locking with hers he reverted to his human form, as his hair grew out from his scalp he slicked it back, his scars still ever present on his nude form. He was certainly a fit specimen, his body reflecting a mixture of training as well as muscle earned from a hard life. He was not shy about his nakedness in the slightest as he settled into his human form. "Quite a few things." He stated bluntly, pausing as if choosing his words carefully, "I appreciate your not killing me." He stated simply, as his posture began to settle, as if deciding on the very simple fact that she could have. "You're scent was covered yes, and most of my kin likely wouldn't have smelled you." He stated as he moved over towards the deer curious now, not getting too close, but observing it, "Frankly it was less your scent than the fact that I would have attacked from your position... if I were hunting prey that I felt would fall for such an obvious trap." He noted smirking her way playfully, "There are many wild animals in these woods, and there are few incompetent enough to leave such large wounds without making the kill. Perhaps a lone wolf desperate enough to attack such large prey..." He trailed off in thought a moment before shrugging. "It's not that it was impossible, just strange enough to drive my paranoia into overdrive." He stated simply, seeing no reason to prattle on. "Seeing as we are being civil, I'm assuming you are not here to kill me. As such I think names are in order, I am Darion. I'm new here, I was looking to meet with the pack that I'm certain you are all too familiar with. Seeing as I'm assuming you thought me a part of that pack, might I ask what relations your kind have with them? I assume you are not at war... rivals perhaps?" He asked.

Hey that would be cool, maybe she caught Darion's scent? He was going to Midnight mansion before he chickened out.

(See dark woods for follow up post.)

(See forest Path for Context) Darion continued to barrel towards the Midnight mansion at full speed, his overwhelming desire for companionship with his kin driving him onwards. However as he ran his rage and adrenaline faded, his mind growing unclouded and his legs growing heavier. He was being a fool, he was unsure how his kin acted unshackled in this new land, but he doubted it was much different than the gangs he'd learned his trade in. For that matter, how was he to know it wasn't similar to the very vampire coven he used to serve? Coming to a halt, his eyes stared down the path that his heightened senses revealed. Shaking his head he let out an annoyed snarl before breaking away from his goal. He had already come this far though, perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to explore the woods. He knew that even this could cause trouble with the pack, he was after all still on the territory they claimed, but a part of him thrilled in the idea of it. Of testing himself against something other than a vampire or human, or another of the caged lycans like he had once been. He was eager to see what his wild brethren had in store for him. His claws tensing as he anticipated the coming of blows that might one day ensure. It did not take long until he caught scent of a deer, the blood driving him towards frenzy, it took all of him to quell it. No longer driven by his rage though he was able. Beyond that his instincts advised him against simply chasing the deer down while still in the territory of this unknown pack. Yet his curiosity drove him forward towards it. As he came towards the clearing, as the deer entered his sight should Alicia's eyes be keen enough she might see his large form. He was large for a wolf, far larger than his human form might suggest, from head to tail he was pushing seven feet. Scars covered his body, some having the appearance of claw marks, others bullets, but predominantly bite marks covered him from head to toe, at every artery dozens were present. Which given the healing nature of most vampire bites was most telling, these were not simply bites meant to feed, to serve a purpose, they were in fact marks. She would see the caution in his gait as he neared the deer, his nose twitching, his eyes searching the landscape. Likely she would see the moment that everything clicked in the mind of the seasoned wolf as his body grew rigid, and his nose stopped twitching, his eyes bright green eyes no longer scanning as they snapped up into the trees towards the vampire, his teeth baring, his hackles rising and his posture growing rigid, his legs tensing as he prepared for the strike he was certain would come from what could only be a trap. @Chiyako

Haha could run into Darion there. I also have Willis at the door if anyone is interested