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Evelina sat in the backseat of a black vintage sedan that looked expensive enough to belong in another century. It rolled silently through Pine Heath’s quiet streets, untouched by the rattling imperfections of modern life. No engine noise. No radio. Only the faint tap of gloved fingers against the polished armrest inside. Her crimson eyes lingered lazily out the tinted window as storefronts drifted past one by one. Small town America. How unbearably quaint. The Night Mistress of the Blackthorne Family had crossed oceans, empires, and centuries only to find herself trapped in a town where people worried about grocery sales and lawn care. It should have driven her insane. Instead, it merely exhausted her in a very old, familiar way. The sunlight overhead should have burned her alive. Instead, enchanted black lace veils draped beneath the sedan’s roof dimmed the lethal rays into something tolerable, bathing the interior in perpetual dusk. Ancient magic woven into thread by hands long dead. One of the few luxuries she still appreciated. Evelina rested her cheek against her knuckles, expression distant. “…I miss the plague years,” she murmured softly. From the driver seat, her chauffeur remained perfectly still. “Understandable, my lady.” Not even a beat. “People were more honest while dying.” The old vampire’s gaze drifted toward the streets again just as an obnoxiously loud pickup truck rattled through the intersection nearby. The sound alone was enough to pull her from her thoughts. Crimson eyes narrowed slightly. Old Dodge. Poor muffler. Smelled of pine, gasoline, dirt roads… And wolf. Well, that was mildly more interesting. She watched the truck pass through the sunlight, her expression remaining deceptively neutral, though the air inside the car grew subtly heavier. Predatory instinct stirred beneath ancient boredom like something massive shifting in deep water. “Austin Windcaller,” the chauffeur spoke calmly before she even asked. “Alpha of the Midnight Pack.” Evelina hummed quietly. “So the mutts still reside here.” Rhetorical but the chauffeur answered anyway. “They do.” The truck disappeared further down the road toward the highway, country music faintly audible even through closed windows. For a moment, she simply watched it leave. Then unexpectedly, she smiled. It was small. Sharp. Interested. “…Follow him.” Hesitation, “My lady?” Her lips curled into a mischievous grin baring a fang on the rearview mirror. Though not like she had a reflection to show it off. “I wish to see whether age has made werewolves wiser or simply slower.” The chauffeur sighed almost imperceptibly before turning the wheel. Outside, Pine Heath continued its sleepy Sunday morning completely unaware that one of Europe’s oldest monsters had just decided she was bored enough to involve herself in local affairs.

Hell yeah

Once approved would he want company from the enemy vampires clan leader?

Name: Lady Evelina Blackthorne Age: Appears 29 | True Age: Approximately 540 years old Species: Vampire Sex: Female Gender: Woman Sexuality: Bisexual Role: Vampire Rank: Night Mistress of the Blackthorne Family Personality: Evelina is unnervingly elegant, carrying herself with the grace expected of one born into one of Europe’s oldest vampire bloodlines. Time has worn away much of her passion for ordinary pleasures, leaving behind an apathetic amusement toward most things around her. She rarely grows angry, rarely grows excited, and almost never appears surprised. To outsiders, she can seem soft-spoken and strangely harmless, a noblewoman with sleepy eyes and a faint smile. Those who know her understand that the calmness comes from absolute confidence. Very little in the world poses a threat to her anymore. She possesses deeply eccentric tastes cultivated over centuries. Evelina enjoys funeral processions, decaying cathedrals, old poetry written by dying lovers, and keeping strange company simply to observe how people unravel around her. She often disappears for weeks without explanation, returning with obscure relics, half-dead travelers, or new “pets” she loses interest in just as quickly. Despite her detached demeanor, she is highly intelligent and terrifyingly perceptive. She notices shifts in tone, lies hidden beneath compliments, and fear masked behind courage almost instantly. She simply chooses whether acknowledging them is worth the effort. Evelina is not openly cruel, which somehow makes her worse. Her punishments are calm, intimate, and utterly merciless. That said she has been known to show to a few the softer parts of her personality. Appearance Details: https://pin.it/4LXCDLo64 For someone of her caliber is surprisingly short standing at five foot three. Evelina possesses pale skin with cool gray undertones, giving her the appearance of marble beneath candlelight. Her dark hair is thick and curled, usually pinned into elegant Eastern European styles popular among old nobility, though loose strands frame her face intentionally. Her eyes are a muted crimson, glowing brighter whenever hunger or irritation surfaces. Though most of the time they appear to be a muted amber shade. Combined with her delicate features and soft expression, the effect is deeply unsettling rather than overtly monstrous. She favors high-collared gowns in black, deep burgundy, and wine-red velvet accented with antique silver jewelry. Lace gloves, gemstone chokers, and embroidered corsetry are common parts of her wardrobe. Even at rest, she looks aristocratic, like a portrait hanging in a forgotten castle. Evelina will wear modern clothes if she is amongst the human population of Pine Heath. https://pin.it/BQb6SlM4O In her monstrous form, Evelina becomes a massive bat-winged horror with elongated limbs, blackened claws, and vast crimson membranes stretching from her arms like torn royal curtains. Her face becomes partially bestial while still retaining traces of feminine beauty, making the transformation all the more disturbing. Lesser vampires instinctively lower their gaze in her presence. Only those old enough are able to pull off this beastial transformation. Other Details: Considered one of the oldest living vampires outside the Dracula lineage. Fluent in several dead languages and archaic dialects. Sleeps hanging upside down within the cathedral crypt beneath Blackthorne Manor rather than in a coffin when feeling restless which is often. Keeps a blind human choir solely because she enjoys hearing them sing in the dark. Rumored to have personally executed three previous heirs of the Blackthorne bloodline for sport. Her butler has served her family for nearly four centuries and fears her more than death itself.

Sorry, I disappeared as well. Not my intention. What about a diner space? Or a sort of outdoor mall with the old shops on Main?

No totally take your time. I just want to make sure any character I make does your vision. So more details the better. When things calm down of course.

So like normal family members in the pack? I just want to make sure I understand

Do you need help making the characters? Are there specific story plots you want?

I know I just don’t want to take the opportunity from someone else. I will need to flip a coin

I'm so sorry, I hope you feel better. @BladeRunner I'm also stuck on the Blackthorne character. I could be a thrall again to Kabiki, or I could be a Mistress. I'm not sure which to choose or what is needed.

Name: Brigitta “Briga” Farkas Age: 132 (appears early 30s) Sex: Female Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight Role: Luna Personality: Brigitta is the quiet strength behind the throne, soft where her Alpha is steel, but no less formidable. Where August commands with presence, she commands with perception. She is observant to a fault, able to read tension in a room before a single word is spoken, and often knows the outcome of an argument long before it begins. While she carries herself with grace and restraint, there is nothing fragile about her. Her composure is deliberate, honed through years of navigating pack politics, rival Alphas, and the delicate balance between mercy and survival. Unlike many Lunas who lead through warmth alone, Brigitta leads through emotional intelligence and quiet authority. She is nurturing to her pack, especially the young and newly turned, but does not coddle weakness. She believes strength must be cultivated, not handed out. Her kindness is earned and protected, and those who mistake her gentleness for naivety quickly learn otherwise. Fifteen years younger than August, Brigitta grew into her role beside him rather than beneath him. She challenges him in private, never in a way that undermines him publicly, but she is one of the few who can question his decisions without fear. She tempers his harsher instincts when diplomacy will suffice, yet when the line is crossed, when innocents are threatened or the pack endangered, Brigitta becomes as ruthless as any Alpha. Her loyalty is absolute. Betrayal, however, is something she does not forgive twice. Trust does not come easily to her. She was raised in a fractured pack where leadership failed its people, and she learned early that survival often required silence and patience. Those experiences forged her into a Luna who listens more than she speaks and remembers everything. She believes in balance: strength and mercy, instinct and reason, love and dominance. As Luna, she does not simply stand beside the Alpha; she stabilizes him. Appearance Details: Standing at 5’9”, Brigitta carries herself with poised confidence that makes her seem taller. Her build is athletic and feminine, strength evident in the line of her shoulders and the quiet power in her stance. Her hair is a rich ash-blonde that falls in heavy waves to the middle of her back, often braided intricately when attending pack matters. Her eyes are a striking icy blue with flecks of silver that seem to glow when her wolf stirs close to the surface. Her skin is fair with faint scars tracing her ribs and thigh, marks of battles fought in defense of her previous pack. A crescent-shaped scar rests just beneath her collarbone, a reminder of the night she earned her place at August’s side. Unlike August’s overtly brutal markings, Brigitta’s scars are subtle, almost elegant, but no less hard-won. She favors practical attire, dark leathers, earthy tones like creams and greens, jeans or sports wear, and silver jewelry etched with old runic symbols tied to her bloodline. Around her neck rests a wolf’s tooth bound in silver, said to belong to her mother, the former Luna of her birth pack. Wolf Form: In her wolf form, Brigitta stands nearly 8” at the shoulder when fully reared, built leaner than August but swift and lethal. Her fur is a pale golden-white with streaks of cream along her spine and ears, giving her an almost spectral presence under moonlight. Her eyes glow an intense crystalline blue, nearly luminescent in darkness. She is known for her speed rather than brute force, fluid, strategic, and devastatingly precise. While August may dominate through overwhelming power, Brigitta dismantles opponents with calculated efficiency. When they fight together, their styles contrast but complement: storm and sunlight. Other Details (Optional): Brigitta descends from an old Hungarian bloodline of werewolves, the Farkas lineage once known for producing Lunas with unusually strong empathic bonds to their pack. She possesses a rare ability to sense emotional disturbances within her territory, an instinct that has saved lives more than once. Though younger than August, she is not inexperienced. She chose him, fully aware of the weight of his past and the darkness that lingers in him. She does not try to erase it, only to ensure it does not consume him. To the pack, she is their Moon, steady, watchful, and unwavering. To August, she is the only one who sees both the beast and the man and loves them equally. (Subject to change if necessary for story)

Apologies for the delays irl stuff keep getting in my way but working on my characters trying to remember them from scratch.

Good... I got the Flu T^T

I will be making my characters soon. @BladeRunner Do you wish to keep the same dynamics we had before, or would you like a fresh slate? You can hit me up on Discord if that is not something you want to discuss publicly.

Looking forward to it

I'll help with whatever you need me to. The club is a collaborative role-play community set in the pseudo-realistic mountain city of Pine Heath, located in the northwestern United States. The tone is similar to Twilight in atmosphere, thinkmisty forests, remote terrain, and an undercurrent of supernatural tension, but without sparkling vampires, and the werewolves here are far more monstrous and feral rather than wolf-dog shifters. Members can create multiple original characters from two opposing factions: The Werewolves of Pine Heath — primal, dangerous, and deeply tied to the wild and the land around the city. The Vampires of Blackthorne Castle — an ancient, secretive coven residing in a looming fortress on the outskirts. These two groups are long-time enemies, but at the moment they exist in a fragile truce, an uneasy peace driven by necessity rather than trust. That tension fuels much of the storytelling, allowing for politics, conflict, alliances, forbidden interactions, and simmering rivalries. The club is currently in a rebuilding phase, relaunching from the ground up to bring in new members and fresh storylines. @BladeRunner also has additional world-building ideas and expansions planned that will be introduced over time as the community grows. Smut and mature content are permitted, but only when all players involved are interested and mutually consenting. No one is pressured into scenes, and narratives aren’t forced; collaboration, communication, and respect between writers come first. The focus of the club is character-driven storytelling, supernatural drama, rich world-building, and a grounded dark-fantasy atmosphere with room to evolve as the community develops.

Too bad these are taken. All of them sound like so much fun

I would love to play this with you if you are down? Cyberpunk verse is so much fun to play!

I'm interested. Normally I'm not into mind control but I'm willing to play if you are.

I'm interested in playing if this is still available?

What can I not say about this partner of mine?! He has a vivid and emotionally charged imagination, with every response that demonstrates a strong command of sensory detail and pacing. He skillfully balances intensity with intimacy, using evocative language to create a clear physical and emotional connection between the characters. An iceable emphasis on texture, touch, and movement helps immerse the reader in the moment without losing sight of the characters' lying bond. The language is confident and expressive, and the transitions between physical action and internal reflection add depth to what could otherwise be a purely physical encounter. I appreciate this as someone who needs detail to see the picture. He is also very available and open to discussion OOC. I have come to enjoy this from Minorikawa as a person outside of the roleplay. He is articulate and easy to talk to if you ever need someone to speak with or want to discuss a scene with him. I'll admit, I was initially intimidated by him, as I'm not used to intellectuals of a similar caliber on this site, where he wants a similar balance of smut and story. He's the kind of writer who knows his craft, and I wasn't sure I'd measure up. Not only did he make me feel welcome, but he also brought out a side of my writing that I hadn't accessed in a long time. He inspires excellence, not through pressure, but by showing up with such consistency and creativity that you want to meet him on that level. Simply put: writing with him is an experience worth savoring. Just be ready to bring your best, because he certainly does. Every time! I swoon when I see his message on my notifications, and I know you will too if you give him the time of day! I'm being gracious and sharing this excellent partner with you all, so be grateful.

Dm me and we can discuss these scenarios base person to person so I’m always down to play them

Of course :3

Hmm? What did you have in mind?