IsabellaRose

Also a moody vampire to play with now, if anyone has a vampire character looking for someone to interact with.

ask her if she's answering the craigslist ad and start getting undressed.

letting go

Elena flipped impatiently through another book, then shoved it back into its place on the shelf. She took down another, then another, and another. Each one was rifled through quickly the returned to where it belonged. The information she sought was likely not here. The library was impressive and contained far more information than she would have expected in such a small coven, but the information she sought was rare beyond anything she had seen here. It was possible that it had not survived the years. She shook her head at the thought of all those books and scrolls lost over the centuries, all that knowledge casually burned, destroyed, tossed aside like she now tossed aside human life. She sighed and turned back to face the altar in the center of the library. It was a beautiful collection, a lovely room. But in the end, it would burn like everything else. Why did she even bother trying to find the one thing for which she searched? It was a fools errand, a joke of a thing to keep her hands and mind occupied because, even after all these years, she was unable to end her own life. So she sought the one thing that would help her catch the world up to where she was, knowing she would never find it. She paced the library, heels clicking on the marble floor, echoing across the room. Her long, black gown nearly swept the floor at her feet, the shimmering platinum woven into the fabric catching the light and reflecting it back from within dark folds. Her pace was slow and steady, her movement fluid and graceful. She moved like a feline stalking its prey, and more often than not that's how she viewed everyone around her. Prey or tools, but rarely as equals. She turned, started along the far end of the library, then turned again and started back. She walked the perimeter of the room, no longer looking at books or even really thinking, but rather in a meditative way, movement erasing thought, senses disconnected from reality, mind open to possibility and awaiting inspiration.

With me, do you even need to ask?

capturing you

Name: Elena Yaroslava Dragovic (née Stojgnev) Age: 1,055 Sex: Female Sexuality: Pansexual Role: Vampire Personality: Elena affects a gracious, pleasant demeanor, coming across as ancient royalty in her interactions with others, but in truth is dismissive and destructive. The weight of her stare bears with it her thousand years of existence. When dealing with those she sees as beneath her, her pleasant disposition soon fades to a bored indifference that borders on rude and discourteous. She desires nothing having already had all one could want and forsaking it. She is occasionally amused by physical dalliances, and feeds on humans, thralls, or animals without distinction or preference. Blood is blood. She does not enjoy politics or political maneuvering, preferring blunt and brutal honesty in her interactions with others. This brusque and straightforward approach only heightens her apparent lack of manners. She will allow anyone who thinks they are capable to try to please her sexually, but she is a demanding and controlling partner without mercy and with no interest in her partners satisfaction. The only thing she truly enjoys is violence and watching the light of life fade from her victims eyes, but understands the need for discretion in the modern age; she cannot wade through the bodies of those she has slain as her sire once did. Appearance Details: Elena is 5' 6", 5" 10" with the four inch heels she always wears. She is elegant, shapely, and classically beautiful. She moves with an inhuman grace borne of centuries of practice. She always dresses to impress in long gowns or dresses of lace, silk, and other luxurious fabrics, usually in midnight black or crimson. Other Details: Elena is a thousand year old, nihilist vampire. The meaninglessness of existence and futility of relationships weigh heavily upon her conscience. She believes in nothing and has no loyalties nor purpose other than an impulse to destroy the fleeting and transitory things that surround her. After watching things she thought of as permanent fall and crumble over a few hundred years, then spending another few hundred years watching everything that ever made sense stripped of all meaning, she realized that all moral, religious, and metaphysical convictions were mere human contrivances. If nothing meant anything, if nothing was even real or lasting, then the only thing left was the moment, the pleasure or pain of an instant. She spent decades pursuing hedonistic pleasures, amassing wealth, property, power, and dozens of thralls. She sought the most extreme pleasures of the flesh, distractions of the mind, and twisting of the soul. But in the end, there was still the utter meaninglessness of it all. In anger she lashed out, death and destruction her only entertainment. When she had destroyed her property, slain her thralls, and relinquished her power, she retreated into herself. After over a century of self-imposed exile, she has emerged again to join the world. She came to Blackthorne Castle as it was a quiet, out of the way haven away from any other vampires who may have previously known her.

Do you think I'm scared?

teasing you

I'm down for anything with Lupita - one on one, threesomes, orgies, gangbangs... she's inexperienced and may either feel withdrawn or weirdly attracted to someone afterwards, but as a player I'll play any scene with her including breeding, since it looks like we're looking for the pack size to increase. Also, she can become attracted/attached to someone or play it relaxed, whatever players want for their characters.

I imagine Lupita and Rava would get on well together, at the very least with their shared interest in modernizing the mansion. I'd be happy to have her explore with Rava.

I love that you're including elements of Hispanic rituals as well. Lupita rejected all of the folklore of her people in favor of science only to find that folklore was more true than she thought. A large part of her still thinks science will give her answers, but experience is now showing her that the spirituality of her ancestors is far more true than she ever thought. Lupita is available for any pairings/groupings during mating season, but she's not used to having her body tell her what to do. She might try to resist, but there's no way she'll be able to, and she'll probably be angry that she gave in after the fact. She might also fabricate emotional attachments to anyone who "gets her there" since she's really never had an orgasm before. She's had sex, but never hit that high. Poor repressed girlwolf just has no clue.

fucking everything

Lupita is hanging in the rec room by herself. Feel free to drop in and engage/harass/molest her.

Lupita aimed carefully, then let the dart fly. It struck the dartboard just above the triple ring in the twenty space. She pursed her lips and shook her head back and forth in disappointment, then switched another dart to her shooting hand. She hefted it for a moment, then got her grip right, aimed, and let it fly. It sunk into the dartboard just below the triple ring. She let out a short powerful exhale. Frustration threatened to throw her aim off again. She closed her eyes as she hefted the last dart, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes. She aimed, really took her time, took another deep breath, and let it fly. The point hit directly in the tiny triple twenty rectangle. She smiled to herself. "I used to be good at this," she said to herself, then looked around to make sure no one had heard. She gave up on darts and sat in the plush chair where she had left her laptop. She opened it, logged in, opened her file, and started re-reading what she had written. Her notes on the pack were sparse. She hadn't even met everyone yet. She opened the file on her previous pack, red through her notes, stopped to look at the photos, stared at the one of Professor Tabor. He had bitten her, turned her, but also taught her, helped her manage the transformation. He had been like a father, then more. He was gone now. She traced her fingertip over the curve of his cheek in the picture on her screen and wished he was still alive

doing something

Venicia

I might just do that, see who pops in. Thanks!

She's not much of a fighter. She came here to be protected because she doesn't think she can protect herself. She's still coming to terms with her lupine instincts, and is more inclined to study the others than do any actual fighting. I was waiting to post to see get a feel for where she might fit in.

My character is up and ready. Should I just post her hanging out somewhere? Is anyone interested in starting a scene with her? I assume she's already in the pack, but has no assigned position yet, hence an omega. Let me know if that's wrong and she needs to be approved or asked to join.

Name: Lupita Lopez Age: 28 Sex: Female Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual (bi-curious, but won't admit it) Role: Omega Personality: Lupita is a scientist first and foremost. She observes, studies, and documents. Her interest in wildlife conservation has only become stronger now that she understands the needs of wolves more intimately. She was non-confrontational prior to being bitten, but has found herself being more and more argumentative since becoming a werewolf. She still prefers not to argue, but finds herself more hot-headed and impulsive, and is having a hard time reconciling the feral, predatory impulses she feels with what she considers her "true" nature. Lupita is desperate to belong somewhere, but is naturally withdrawn and has a hard time coming out of her shell. She is terrified of being with a whole pack when she goes into heat and mating season begins. Appearance: Lupita is of average height, around 5' 5" with an feminine hourglass figure that she works to try to make more athletic. Her breasts are average sized, high and firm, and her waist is tiny, her hips curvy. She was born with completely white hair. While there were no health risks associated with her poliosis, superstition and folklore labeled her evil, a witch, and cursed. The first time she transformed, she found her wolf form to be completely white-furred as well. Lupita usually wears all black - black jacket, tank top, and jeans, yoga pants, or shorts. She feels more feminine in a dress, and will wear one to show off her long, toned legs when she's trying to impress someone. Other Details: Prior to being bitten, Lupita was a wolf biologist, studying the breeding habits and migration patterns of wolves. She received her BS in Wildlife Biology from Colorado Stat University in Fort Collins where she studied under Professor Tala Hatathli, a leader in studying the effects of climate change and habitat fragmentation on the ecology and microevolution of wild species, and Professor Farkas Tabor who performed long-term fieldwork in remote regions of the world prior to his assignation as University Chair of Wildlife Conservation. She grew close to both Professors and assisted them in their research after graduation. It was on one long-term fieldwork assignment that Professor Tabor bit her and she became a werewolf.

sucking dick

inhuman dick

Tomas

no clothes