VenariWulf99 Banned

Looked over your descriptions clears some things up for certain appreciate the time spent on updating it. Interested to see that gamma situation play out at some point with the ancestors.

Willis could feel his hands tightening around the steering wheel of his vehicle. A black SUV, one that had served him well for many years. His eyes on the road ahead, and his mind on the road long since past. His mind trailing over the decisions that led him here, driving towards the coven of the Spruce Moore. He couldn't help but curse at how far he'd fallen, at how far he'd been pushed. His mind hardening as he thought on how he planned to rectify his fall, of what he would do to reclaim his mistress' favor. Driving through the dreary uneventful town of Spruce Moore he couldn't help but sigh, "Damn, at least they have a Walmart," He muttered as he looked around him waiting for the light to turn green once more. As it did so his thoughts returned to the task at hand and that was the coven. With any luck he'd be able to convince them to join New Haven, perhaps act as a safe house, somewhere to go should the city get too hot. However all he really cared about was convincing them to help him take care of that damn mutt. His mind racing he found himself nearly run the next light, cursing at just how many this small town seemed to have, "Hate places like this." He continued to complain as his mind returned to the road leading him up to the Midnight manner. As he arrived he found his nerves start to bubble up, forcing them back down however he took a breath, straightened his tie and moved towards the imposing doorway to the manor. His eyes traced over the ornate knocker, his mind settling back into the years spent among vampires and their kin, getting into the mindset of a coven that might own such an abode before he took it in his large calloused hand and allowed it to knock, careful not to hit it too hard, though his power evident in the three solid strikes of the knocker.

:-General Info-: Name: Willis Fox Age: 27 Species: Human Sex: Male Sexuality: Hetero :-Appearance-: Height: 5’ 8” Weight: 216 lb Physique: Overweight, though much of it is muscle. Apparel: Generally well dressed usually in a suit, though if he’s working he might remove the jacket. Typically though he wears a suit jacket, suspenders, black suit pants, dress shoes and a type. He also has an assortment of rings. :-Relations-: Loyal to: Dena Davenport Master: None Currently Family: Sees the New Haven Coven as his family, particularly Dena Davenport his former master. :-Mentality & Background-: Personality: Outwardly Will is overly friendly to most. However to those that cross him or his masters he is cruel and vindictive, often being snide to those he sees as enemies. History: Will has always been apart of the New Haven’s Coven. Born and raised in their thrall. He was one of many children that were collected as tribute to the coven, raised in one of the many boarding schools owned by them. Will never had a reason to act out, as was the case with many of the kids. He was raised into what one might call the perfect little soldier. As was the case with any who served the coven, he was taught to fight from an early age, taught to lie, steal, to do whatever was asked of him. He watched as his fellow classmates failed in their challenges, or watched as those who rebelled were punished. He however persevered, maneuvering through the training, carefully avoiding the politics the vampires so loved. As he came into his own he grew to be known as a loyal and capable thrall. His ego continued to inflate as he grew in power and was given more responsibility. He was passed from master to master, seen as a convenient piece to be traded until he found himself in Newshire, tasked with bringing order to the newly incorporated coven of young vampires. He couldn’t help but enjoy the power his words had over the vampires, him, a human. However with this power, he grew narrow sighted, so focused on setting up their finances, removing competitors, that he didn’t think to look inward at the petty squabbles of the vampires he was tasked with bringing to heel. They had a pet, a lycan that they enjoyed passing around. It was a harmless game as far as Willis was concerned, one that he thought the pup enjoyed. Soon enough though tasks were not being completed, failure after failure began to spring up pushing Will into action. He began to dig into the issue and found that damn pup to blame, that he’d grown some sort of spine all of a sudden. He began to move against Darion, knocking every support he could out from under the pest, in order to bring him to heel, however it was to no avail. He was left with no choice in the end, he eventually decided that the pup was better to be eliminated than to be allowed to continue disturbing his carefully orchestrated peace. He didn’t just want to eliminate Darion though, they were far past that point. He wanted him to suffer. He waited until the moon was at its peak before he made his move, spurring his coven to move his coven to breaking Darion before killing him. He arranged for the beast to be set on them when his control waned the most. After which he had planned on his coven trailing after the wolf, killing him when he reverted back from his beastial form, winded as all his kind were after the bloodlust of a full moon. Things didn't go as he had planned however. Darion did kill his family that night, however he ran immediately after, far and fast covering his track as he went. Will tried to track him down for some time, wanting to finish things off, however he soon found himself over extended, being forced to return to Newshire to maintain his Coven’s interests. He had thought things settled, simply not mentioning the lycan to the New Haven Coven. Things were not so. Dena Davenport eventually reached out to him, about a lycan that was running a muck in her city, emboldening petty gangs into action. Even going so far as to remove valuable assets, and that he was being recalled to resolve this issue. It hadn’t been the first time something of this nature had happened, and having been a few years since Darion, Will didn’t make the connection. It didn’t take long however for him to find out who was the cause of this though. Willis felt fear as he realized his mistake, at the fact that he couldn’t even hide his mistake from his mistress. He acted quickly, wanting the beast’s head before he told his master of his shortcomings. Gathering what info he needed he struck at all Darion relied on, with the full support of New Haven’s Coven at his back he was able to remove all that stood against them, however he didn’t find Darion anywhere he hit in fact he found that instead Darion had fled. That once more he was in the wind. He had no choice but to report this to his mistress to which she was far from pleased. He was stripped of his position, the power he had flaunted about. He was all but exiled from the coven, tasked with killing the lycan that had caused this mess, that had caused New Haven to look weak. His only means back into New Haven was the death of Darion, not only the death but for him to truly make an example of the Lycan.

Yeah I agree, though later on if things get bigger I could see this. Though it would have to be fairly large I suppose, could eventually work in some more side characters too to help flesh things out. Not really worth while until we get at least a few dozen characters in the pack.

Woops dunno how I missed that, for some reason I misread that. Icarian is absolutely right, there is only one Delta and they are in charge of the warriors. For some reason I thought there were more than one.

@KanDaKnight That makes sense to me as far as the uncle thing, specially if he kept in touch with them. I could totally see him showing up for the odd birthday and things of that nature too back then. Cool so let's roll with things as they stand, looking forward to seeing things develope in the RP.

@BladeRunner You'll want to talk to @Kitsuyumia about that, however as far as I know the position is open. I'm not sure if there's any sort of getting for it though. Regarding the Delta position though it's essentially the third tier down, with the exception of the Gamma, but they take on more of a medical role from what I understand. I would Imagine Deltas would be akin to the lowest state of a command position possible. Kitsuyumia has a post about the roles in the ooc section however if you'd like to peruse that for more details on all the roles.

@KanDaKnightI totally thought the same thing as I got further into the RP you guys were going through. You know what's really funny with that though? I like to roll my characters up with a sense of chance, so I typically use a DND homebrew rule called lifepath to generate a basic guideline and fill in the blanks based off of what I'm trying to get. Which funny enough was how I got Darion xD. I agree totally and was really hoping you'd pick option B. I hadn't really thought about him being the one to kill them, but you're right I could totally see them forcing him to do something like that. So that said I say we roll with it. I like the idea that they were close to him, and see no reason why they couldn't have known about what he was. So with that in mind how about we run with the idea that the vampires were not only toying with Darin, but trying up loose ends. So drawing closer to when he runs away, perhaps even acting as the catalyst of his final decision they wait until a full moon, poking and prodding at him driving him into a frenzy. Then they let him loose on his foster family, your family. The only thing having saved your character that night being the fact that you'd not been home. Could be that the vampires came after, feasting on the carnage as well leading to the confusion of what happened. That in mind, there is a nine year age gap between our characters, but despite that your character likely would have known mine to some degree, whether they acted as brothers or not is completely up to you. Though it could certainly add to the drama. I'll get to work on that vampire thrall then, some time soon I'll have him show up bearing tidings from the other coven. (Which will need a name eventually if we keep bringing it up lol)

@KanDaKnight Hey I just got done looking through rp, your character's conversation got me thinking on my background. A. Maybe Alicia's right, maybe it was a werewolf, maybe even my character while he was still performing hits. Could be this was one of his targets he was told to make an example of? B. On the flip side of this, maybe this group of vampires you keep referring to are my characters former captors? Could be that your family had connections to the underground and my character? I have his bio posted if you wanted to look. If you wanted to go with either ideas I could totally make a vampire thrall that's given to the coven as a gift, from the group of vampires my character came from. As more or less an ask from one coven to another to help them put down Darion? Totally up to you though xD

@Kitsuyumia Hey, do you mind if we add locations to the town at all? I was thinking on it before I posted, of perhaps having my character start there, but noticed there were no locations as of yet. I wouldn't mind writing some up if that's ok, I just don't want to step on any toes.

Darion sat patiently on the park bench, enjoying the relative peace of the Spruce Moore, the constant anxiety he felt mellowing as he sat on the edge of nature. His hands idly running over the veins of a recently fallen leaf as his mind dwelled over the trip here, as he thought on what was next for him. He had no qualms sleeping in the woods, or hunting for game on his own. And yet the need to be a part of something greater pulled him towards the little town that was near to the woods. Sighing he reached down to run his hands through one of his hounds fur, though he found no purchase. His heart catching as memories of that night came rushing back. Sighing in frustration he tossed the leaf aside and looked to the sky, his hands settling on the wooden bench in the absence of his companions, his heart pounding as he felt an all too familiar rage coming over him. He remained still like that for a time, a low growl leaving his throat as it refused to subside, his wounds proving too fresh to subdue in that moment. In an instant his head snapped forward, scanning his surroundings to ensure he was well and truly alone, his eyes shutting as he took in the scents of his surroundings. Finding himself in relative seclusion he began to walk off into the forest, finding a tree far enough away from the trail he unzipped his fly and marked it, the act pushing his heart to race faster. Deliberately he began to strip, refraining from the frantic gestures he knew would cause him to lose control. Once nude, he felt a euphoria wash over him, the peace he hadn't felt since his last hunt for the gang he had served. He ran into the woods, he sought no prey, he cared little for hunting in that moment, instead he cared only for the burning pain his muscles would feel, eager to welcome the sensation that might ground him back to reality. It did not take long for his instincts to take over though, to draw him into his surroundings, and in doing so he found himself picking up the scent of something different. Slowing his gait as he reached the edge of the Midnight Pack's boundary he found his mind coming to a slamming halt. He hadn't smelled this before, yet he knew this smell, this was his kind. He found himself frozen for a moment as his muscles tensed, as he allowed the beast to take over, as he could almost see the trails of scent marked paths flow through the territory. He could feel his instincts driving him both closer and further away, taking a step away he thought about leaving for now, about leaving his scent outside their territory and returning later. Yet he couldn't help but feel the draw onwards towards those of his kind. With a frustrated snarl he spun around and began to run towards the midnight mansion that the trails led to, moving his senses burning up as every instinct he had screamed of danger and excitement. He knew better than to be rash, knew this was foolish, but he needed to know, needed to see that he wasn't alone in this forsaken world.

Hello folks, just got done making up my character and perusing the OOC chat. So seeing as my character is an outsider, I'm going to assume he's an Omega too for the time being. I figure he'll settle into a warrior position in time though. Looking forward to role playing with everyone!

:-General Info-: Name: Darion Castillion Age: 28 Species: Lycanthrope Sex: Male Sexuality: Hetero :-Appearance-: Scars: Scars across his back and torso, and Face Height: 5’ 11” Weight: 185lb Physique: Well Built Apparel: Typically tends towards a t-shirt and loose fitting jeans that can slide off easily. He also tends to wear black running shoes. :-Mentality & Background-: Personality: Darion is quiet and reserved around those he doesn’t know, he is slow to trust and sees those he does not know as enemies that may prove themselves in time. He tends towards sarcasm, blunt answers, and assumes the worst more often then not. Those that do earn his trust however will find a staunch ally that will protect what he finds dear to his heart. He tends to soften around those who pry open his thorny exterior whilst alone, though he is quick to posture around those he does not trust. Darion is a tumult of confused angry emotions more often than not and finds himself lacking the ability to express himself, however those that look for it will find that he sorely desires to. History: Darion was born among vampires, though the practice is highly frowned upon by tradition in vampiric society. He was born to one of the lesser clans of vampires, one of the dozens forced to live in the city where danger lurks around every corner. He was raised as little better than a pet to them. Fed and watered, and given the task of guarding them in the daylight hours. While he did not live a life of luxury, he lived a life of purpose. So long as he performed his duties, and performed them well, he was treated well. Vampires are however petty creatures, as Darion grew into less of a boy and more of a man he began to find he was pleasing to the eye. His instincts pushed him to breed, to act on the lingering eyes of those around him. It did not take long for one of the Vampires to notice and act upon Darion’s instincts, coupling with him many times through the years. However, as is common amongst them, the Vampire saw Darion as little more than something to amuse her, it did not take long for her to sleep with another and another. Darion found himself alone as she lost interest in him, filling the void with another vampire who did the same, the cycle repeating, driving Darion to question his position in this ‘pack’ he found himself in. In time he grew colder to the advances of the vampires, the ember of resentment growing from a burning ember to a roaring fire as the years went on. As his anger grew, so did the pettiness of those that desired him, the privileges he had earned through his years of service slowly being stripped away until he was eventually cast aside by the clan. Rumors began to spread about the clan of misdeeds he did not commit, but due to what he was it mattered little. It did not take long, nor much convincing to push the clan’s Elder to action against Darion. Darion left the clan, left the city, with nowhere left to turn, and no true identity, he turned to the underbelly of the new city he found himself in. He put himself to work using the skills he learned under the vampire’s enthrall, heightening the skills his nature provided him. He had grown quite skilled at controlling his beastial side by now, at suppressing his urges his former owners had taken to ensuring that much. He began to hunt humans for money, killing with both weapons and his true form, training dogs to explain the grizzly kills he left in his wake. His name grew to be feared and respected. A few years later though it all came tumbling back down as his past caught up to him. As the clan of vampires he had thought long since lost caught up to him. They began hunting his connections down like the prey they were to them. They toyed with Darion, pressed him further into the corner forcing him out of his home once more, forcing him to run further away from the clan, trying to find some semblance of peace.