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Luna O'Shannon « Result #3 on May 9, 2009, 10:49pm »
============================= Player Name: Star Rp Experience: Extensive Primary or Secondary Character: Primary ============================== Character Name: Luna O'Shannon Character Age: 27 Avatar Personage: Bijou Phillips Employment:(optional) Faire singer/busker/bard/whatever, she sings and dances with the Ren Faire crowd (or at least she did till recently) ============================== Character Type (Vampire/Lycanthrope/Etc,etc): Lycan Animal Type: (Lycanthropes) Leopard (all white...spots only visible in certain lights, kinda a cream on white type spot and pale blue eyes) Status (Alpha/Lesser)New Alpha
Lesser Abilities(Vampires/Lycanthropes): Control Change (self)(moderate) tracking/hunting (moderate)
Supernatural Human Abilities (Spellcasters, Necromancers,Animators,Vaudun): Empath (limited, will explain below)
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Special Request Abilities: (Please Put any Special Powers and Abilities you would like to have for the Special Animal Character Type) Her empathy is very very weak on the recieving part, she can pick up emotions but truly just believes she is pretty good at reading a face or a crowd, it's not at all strong...however when she is focused (through her music) she does send emotion (again unaware of it) based on the emotion she puts into the song she sings, and again believes it is just her skill that effects the crowd...it makes perfect sense to her that a crowd would cry when she sings a tragic ballad or couples kiss if she sings a love song, etc....she doesn't notice that the couples didn't always come in together and such.
======================== Weapon Requests: Um...do you count a lute?
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Character Biography: Her childhood started out basically normal, nice little middle class family in a nice little middle class town in a nice normal...well you get the idea. She was born in a small town out east, grew up attending a good school and did well, was in her church choir and the school chorus, always a talanted singer and often getting the solos. When she was about 12 though her mother and father divorced...due to her mother's rather unhealthy obsession with vampires. Her mother joined the Church of Eternal Life, with the goal of both being made vampires some day, she knew she would have to wait a few more years before her daughter could be turned though.
Somehow, she always believed that the Church was involved in some way, her mother did retain custody of her, the judge seemed to get the idea that her father was a child molesting, abusive, horrid man and even a vamp would be better then that for a teenage girl. It wasn't long after that she left her mothers house (easily enough, she slipped out at noon) and took to the streets. She managed to get by for a few weeks on her own, in the countryside since it was fall, she stole from fields, sometimes managed to get a little work helping out for a day or so here and there, but generally sleeping outside no matter what the weather. Too many people she learned, question why a 12 year old girl is out alone.
After several weeks she woke up to find herself surrounded by strange looking people, her first thought honestly was that they must be vampires, I mean they were all wearing weird things, like corsettes and long full outdated skirts, the men had leggins and flowy tops that didn't all match the same time period. How could they be anything other then vamps...but it was after sun-rise. With the realisation that the sun was up she calmed enough to learn that this was a Faire family, travelling to the next faire location. They took her in and for the next few years they became her family.
In her time with the O'Shannons she learned to play lute, harp, fiddle, and drum as well as dance and expanding her singing to include many old folksongs and ballads from Ireland and Scotland. They insisted she also finish her education, and two days after her 16th birthday she earned her GED. She learned to love this life and adopted the name Luna O'Shannon as her own (with their blessing), but also realised she had to seperate from them. Although she didn't want to hurt their feelings she knew she had outgrown them in skill and ability and was hurting the rest of their earnings because of her own skill. It was agreed that at the next faire she would find a new partner or group that matched her skill and would break away from them, always keeping in touch of course though, they were family after all.
At the next faire she wandered slowly listening to singers, watchign dancers, hearing the music till she found herself drawn towards a lone voice, singing unaccompanied. When she arrived she found herself staring at the most amazing man she had ever seen. There was something powerful, something bigger then life about him. WHen she met his eye she felt she couldn't turn away, but it wasn't the way her mother had described a vampires stare, there was a life, a joy in his eyes that just seemed to be what she was missing in her own life. As he started his next song she moved forwards very slightly indicating her lute in an offer of accompaniment. Her heart lept when he nodded slightly and she moved to sit on a small ledge near his feet and play. They did several songs together, the crowd around them growing and her own feelings seeming to almost overflow with his joy and love of life. She could see even the crowd was being effected by the beauty of the music they made together.
When he was ready he stepped off the outcropping he was on and held his hand out to her. She accepted it and rose, putting her lute away and letting him lead her away with him. To this day she can't really remember what happened after that...her memory of the evening is vague she knows they must have talked, but can't remember what they talked about...she remembers vividly the early parts of their lovemaking though...including the shock she felt realising she was happily giving herself to this man.
She woke the following morning to find herself naked, stiff and sore in a pile of cushions and blankets. She was in a tent, alone, her clothing nearby. She dressed trembling, praying to the gods that she hadn't made a mistake, only noticing when her shirt snagged on scaps that she was hurt more then normal stiffness. There was no mirror though so she couldn't see what had happened to her back. When she stepped out of the tent he was there. He told her that her things would be sent by one of the O'Shannons, and that they were thrilled she had found a partner to match her skill.
Over the next few weeks they settled into a pleasant routine, practicing their music, him teaching her new thigns while she cleaned and made costumes for them to wear that suited them well. She came to remember their lovemaking better, and was shocked to learn that she didn't mind the small pains that came with his scratching...it wasn't too painful after all, although the one time he did accidently get carried away and really hurt her she was furious and all feelings of wanting to be in bed with him fled instantly. He was careful never hurt her too badly again after that.
She did notice some strange things after a bit though, like when the full moon came around each month he moved them well away from people, into the hills for some "private time together" which she found loveable, flattering, and confusing all at once. It wasn't till they had been together doing this several months that she realised why she couldn't ever remember what they did together on the night of the full moon...and why she always felt better after that night. Part of her was furious with him for doing this to her, the other part of her loved and needed him so deeply though, she couldn't ignore her need for and love of him. She realised what he had done to her had brought them together in a way that they never could have been unless he had done it. He gave her the time she needed to realise that she loved him more for what he had done then she was angry at him for it.
From that point on she was his to train and teach and he did so well. He taught her to control her self and her new abilities and powers and she now understood the things he protected her from doing in those first few months, before she understood what he had done. If he hadn't been there she could have done so much hard to others on accident...although now she knew what she was she couldn't believe she had somehow overlooked so many things, she really had been pretty naive...she thought things seemed more colourful, brighter, smelled stronger, louder,..she thought it was all a side effect of love, not of being a cat. She loved the way he took her under his wing (so to speak) and taught her everything she needed to know. He was her protector, her lover, her partner, her everything.
As the years past, they remained together, she seldom saw another lycan, and when she did she simply did as he told her to do, standing slightly behind him letting him to the talking. She understood he was stronger then her, he was her protector, and would always be. Her life was perfect in her eyes, she had her music, her love, and her freedom (within his will of course), what more could she ask for.
In the past few months however things took a very upsetting turn for her. Another leopard came to the Faire, Her lover actually sent her away while they talked...he seemed to know and not like this other leopard. She went away as she was told to, but her mind never was far from him and she suddenly seemed to sense his pain. She ran to him as fast as she could, but by the time she arrived in the clearing they were camping in it was too late, the blood was everywhere...and most of it was his blood. The new leopard stood, still partially shifted in the midst of all that blood and peices of her lover, a smile on his face as he turned towards her. She froze in panic, terrified just a little too long, as she turned to flee he moved, catching her arm and simply shaking his head at her. He dragged her, seeming almost oblivious to her struggles, till he reached his truck before wacking her on the head hard enough she passed out. He cuffed her in silver cuffs, then tossed her in the covered bed of the truck, closed it and drove away.
When she woke she was still chained in what was definitely a basement...for the first time in many many years she lost control of her beast and shifted without meaning to, at which point her cuffs slipped off and she was able to try and tear down the door. He showed up before she did more then tear a small hole through it though and by the time he left she was back in human form, no longer restrained physically sobbing in a corner of the room. For the next couple weeks she remained there, not even trying to escape...terrified of what he would do to her if she did, and terrified of what he was doing to her even though she didn't. She learned she disliked pain more then she ever knew, and a deep hatred began to grow inside her for this beast who wanted to rule her. Her lover had ruled her through her love and willingness to be his, he had ruled her because he was stronger, better, and worthy of ruling her...this creature wanted to rule her through fear and pain...and those were things she wouldn't accept willingly. He was no stronger then her, if anything he was weaker because he was a blind bully who didn't realise things were stronger then brute strength...she knew better, she knew where real strength came from.
As all these feelings gathered and grew inside her, so did her beast. She felt it when she became strong enough, she knew she wasn't stronger then him, perhaps she never would be, but she was strong enough to escape him at last. He was so sure he would never have to worry about her trying, he was getting careless, and so when he came to her that night she flung herself at him full strength, had he been prepared he would never have let her go, but he was caught off guard as she knew he would be, and she fled through the house, past man other leopards, mainly weak females, and she ran.
Over the next week she remained mainly in her leopard form, searching the mountains till she found what she was after. Returning to her human form she approached one of the O'Shannon's when he was alone. Her family supplied her with all the money they could spare and clothing before bidding her a tearful fairwell at the airport. She boarded the plane to LA hoping that putting that much room between her and that beast would be enough to keep her safe while she learned to use her new powers well, and perhaps found others who could help help her.
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Madison DeMarcus [Alpha Wolf 7] « Result #5 on Apr 18, 2009, 7:03pm »
======================== Player Name: skittles Rp Experience: I used to role-play a lot a few years back (LKH), I haven't been on the 'scene' for a while but I'm confidant in my ability to learn and pick things back up quickly. Primary or Secondary Character: Primary. ======================== Character Name: Madison Shea DeMarcus Character Age: 23 Avatar Personage: Ashley Greene Employment: Unemployed at the moment. ======================== Character Type: Lycanthrope Animal Type: Wolf Status (Alpha/Lesser): 7. Alpha (Dominant)
Lesser Abilities(Vampires/Lycanthropes): Facial Manipulation (Moderate), Call Flesh (Moderate) Alpha/Master Abilities(Vampires/Lycanthropes): Control Change in Self (Strong), Force Shift (Moderate), Tracking/Hunting (Strong), No Shift Coma, Pack Sight ======================== Character Biography:
Looking back, Madison Shea DeMarcus, was probably around seventeen when it all began... Born and raised in any normal suburban family setting, ironically nestled in a quiet little town in Colorado. Surrounded by quaint, almost identical houses on either side, and a vast wilderness that seemed to reach beyond time itself, stretching from the back porch to oblivion. The modest family dwelling had been in the family for generations and was passed down from her grandfather to her father. The reality of the forest however, was less romantic, it stretched on for a few meager miles before being cut in half by a river, beyond the river - another half mile away, was the highway that followed the swift currents for a while before breaking away. Madi, affectionately nicknamed by her parents, was the oldest of three in this touching little story, a tale of beginnings, endings, and of finding one's self when you're convinced there's nothing left. Underneath this almost-picture-perfect family were secrets, ones so deep and dark that, in the end, consumed them all one by one.
It started when Madi's father fell into bad times at work, coming home later and later, angrier and angrier. When he resorted to the bottle to cure his woes instead of his doting wife of almost 20 years. Madi began to notice a change in him, it was subtle at first, then it became more obvious that he had a drinking problem, and later on as she would find out, a gambling problem as well. Having spent nearly half the family's savings on booze or poker, her father didn't seem to grasp the fact that he was cursed - unlucky. A vicious cycle of chance and copper colored cocaine, dragging him into depression...and debt, bringing the family with him. Once the savings ran dry he turned to loan sharks, falling into the 'bad crowd', sometimes not coming home at all and stumbling through the front door in the morning, smelling of cheap booze and smoke.
Mrs. DeMarcus, wasn't blind to the fact that her husband was a leach to the family and about as useful as a tic, sucking the life out of their well being. She loaded herself with a second job, then a third. Becoming more and more distraught, the fighting never seemed to stop between the Mr. and Mrs. It was hardest on the children, as it always is in poor situations such as this, Madison took up the role of surrogate mother to her two younger siblings. Falling further and further behind in school, having to juggle house work and homework, staying up till the odd hours of the morning. She became an outcast, pushing away her friends and anyone wanting to help, they could tell she was struggling. Madi was too ashamed to admit to anyone, even herself, that her family was falling apart if not broken already.
Despite the odds being stacked against her, Madi graduated high school with honors, even granted a full scholarship to the San Francisco Academy of Art. Her dreams of becoming an artist seemed within her grasp for the first time in a long-long time. She let herself dream when her father suddenly stopped drinking, when he seemed to be almost normal again, they appeared to be coming together as a family, and it couldn't have happened at a better time. Madi saw pride and happiness replace sorrow and doubt in her parent's eyes as they helped her pack the last few boxes of her belongings. Confident in her belief that her family would be just fine when she left for the dorms, that everything would be as it was before. Little did she know, it would only be the calm before the storm.
They came in the night. Creeping, stalking in the darkness as the mending family slept quietly and peacefully, all but for one desperate soul. Mr. DeMarcus tossed and turned that night, restless. He knew something that no one else did, he knew he'd taken it too far, that he'd crossed the line, likely for the last time. No one heard the front door open, nor the intruders foot falls as they crossed the threshold, fanning out, almost choreographed. When Madi remembers this day, she wishes they'd had guns, that they'd come wielding weapons of metal or wood, she'd lay in bed and pray for hours, but it wasn't the case. These were human weapons, no - not human, animals. Animals sent to destroy a family for one man's terrible luck. Mr. DeMarcus had pissed off the wrong people, a group of rogue werewolves, working together to seek and destroy, to collect payment on time.
These animals knew where they were going, straight up the stairs taking two at a time, silent as shadows. The Master bedroom the doors flew open and everything was silent, time seeming to move in slow motion. Mrs. DeMarcus' scream was trapped in her throat as her husband turned to look at his wife, knowledge of this happening plain as day shining in his already wet eyes. The entire house hold was up as the first cry of terror ripped it's way through Mrs. DeMarcus' throat. Madi shot out of bed, heart hamming against her ribs, someone was yelling, a pathetic, defeated sound of a man - it could have only been her father.
Madi didn't know how many were in the house, if they had weapons, if they'd blocked the exits. Fear and adrenaline flooded her veins helping her think, to calm down and listen, everything was getting louder and she couldn't explain why. Little did Madi know one of the wolves had moved to the room over from her parent's, the twin's room. Sweet little Jamie and Alexis didn't make a sound as they watched from their beds as this terrifying beast of a man covered in their mother's blood came ever closer. Watching this intruder tremble and shake, looking as if something were trying to tear out of his body, the popping breaking sound of bones filled the little pink room. As the first bloody foot print began to sink in, they screamed.
The sound of crashing furniture and cries for help chased Madi out of her room, she stood caught in the doorway when the man in her parent's bedroom turned around. Unable to stop herself her eyes drifted over the bed, the walls, the floor, her brain refused to make sense of the grizzly sight. Madi's eyes darted to the silver-haired man silhouetted in the nearly full moon. Something was not quite right about him, something was wrong with his hands and face, the fingers were longer and his mouth looked distorted. She couldn't wait, couldn't bear to see any more, she practically threw herself down the stairs. She could hear nothing else but the sound of her own heart beat crashing against her chest, could feel nothing but the cold floor on her bare feet. Not daring to look back as she passed through the open front door, noticing in the distance the flashing lights, thinking that she just might make it, that the neighbors had heard and called the cops.
Running with all she had, gravel and glass biting into her flesh as she screamed for help, tears flowing freely and easily. Madi ran in vein to greet the police when it hit her like a freight train, knocking the breath out of her she tries and fails to brace her fall, palms and arms torn up. It was at that moment she knew exactly what he was, werewolf. Impossibly heavy and hot, excruciating pain stealing her vision and voice as white canines tear into her thigh and drag her back towards the house, into the woods. She twists and turns, kicking with her one free leg, but the monster only digs his teeth in further. Pulling her deeper and deeper into the trees easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. Loosing precious blood with every passing moment she was getting weak and fast, her breathing ragged if there at all. Madi must have blacked out when he nearly rips her leg out of her socket, the cops giving chase, it takes off with her through the woods, moving incredibly fast. A sound like thunder rang in her ears, the cops were shooting at him, he'd lost his pace, but to her demise it was still running. Madi could no longer fight off the darkness that threatened to drag her under, holding no hope to ever survive this she let unconsciousness swallow her whole.
When she came-to she was laying in an unfamiliar room, an IV taped to her hand. Confused, sore, and bandaged she was surprised she was even breathing, wondering who'd taken her in and why. Falling in and out of consciousness every now and then she'd see someone in her room, a tall middle-aged man who's name she'd find out was James. His pack from Nevada had found her, having gone to the woods of her home state for a hunting trip, drawn to her body by the smell of blood. Madi would learn from him that she was lucky on three counts, the first being that she'd survived, that the pack hadn't eaten her, and that she had him to help her through her first few years of being a wolf. James brought her under his wing, protecting her from the rest of the pack, feeling sorry for her, for all she had to go through. A few years passed and Madi was slowly beginning to let the wounds in her heart heal, but promised herself that she'd never forget what happened that late summer night.
Forever grateful to James and his pack, Madi felt she needed a change of venue. To move to California, maybe go back to school, she said her good-byes and booked a flight for L.A.
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Miranda LeShay « Result #9 on Nov 23, 2008, 5:02pm »
Player Name: dabrat Rp Experience: TONS, Marvel, LKH, WW ask and I will delve further Primary or Secondary Character: Primary ============================== Character Name: Miranda LeShay Character Age: 25 Avatar Personage: Liz Vicious Employment: None Currently ============================== Character Type (Vampire/Lycanthrope/Etc,etc): Necromancer
Supernatural Human Abilities: Raise Dead The ability to raise zombies from the grave Zombie Control The ability to control zombies. They can be given tasks and used as menial labor or sent to kill people. Necromancers have the ability to send and control up to two zombies at a time to be sent as undead killers. Voodoo practitioners can only send one.
Raise Vampire A very dangerous and powerful ability. With this power the necromancer can raise the sleeping/dead corpse of a living vampire while they are at rest and control them as if they were a powerful zombie. Minus any powers the vampire may have. Forewarning, vampires do not like this and fear necromancers who have this ability and will often hunt down and kill any who possess it.
Control Dead Being able to control all types of undead. Zombies, ghouls and in some instances be able to have minor commanding power over young new vampires.
Gain Power From the Dead The ability to draw supernatural and magical strength from the energy of Zombies, ghouls, ghosts and vampires. Temporarily increasing personal power.
Vampire Servant This ability is likened to a Master Vampire's ability to have a human servant. With this power the necromancer metaphysically marks a vampire and makes them their undead servant. A vampire bound in this way to a necromancer instantly becomes enamored with and cares for the necromancer with emotions much like love. The vampire cannot disobey a direct order from the Necromancer and can be in effect a virtual slave to the necromancer
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Special Character Request: Due to her history, and her played out in another room prior to coming here, I would really appreciate her being a Master Necromancer
Special Request Abilities: ======================== Weapon Requests: Machete for animator rituals, and she sometimes has been known to carry a small handgun.
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Character Biography: Miranda Kay LeShay, born to Matthew and Elaine LeShay on August 22nd 1982. Miranda led what most would call a normal childhood, birthdays and family events and all of that bright and happy stuff. She went to school, was even what one might call popular, right up until after eigth grade.
During the summer after graduating from middle school, a week after the celebration of her becoming a highschool freshman that very fall. Her parents and herself, were returning home from school shopping and a night on the town, dinner and a movie, one of their favorite family pastimes. Their car, was struck in the front by a big rig, thankfully Miranda had been in the backseat of the vehicle looking through all of her new things, her parents however, were killed upon impact of the oncoming truck. Miranda woke up in the hospital for the first time, screaming for her parents. However she recieved the news later that night from the doctors, that there had been nothing that could've been done to save them. Shortly after her parents funeral, she was sent off to a foster home. The young 13 year old girl she was late August when she came into her powers, still stricken by her grief, awoke in the middle of the night, only to find her parent's corpses leaning over her bed, making horrific sounds, and causing her to scramble off the bed, and shake and tremble in terror. She had inadvertantly raised her parents bodies, and when she realized that they did what she told them to, she sent them back to their graves with no one the wiser. From that point on, she knew, that things would never be the same for her.
She went to high school as had been planned, but she was not herself anymore, she had turned to what most might call the "goth" culture. She became a social outcast, but still managed to get adopted from the foster home she had been staying in. So she had adoptive parents now...yay for her. She couldn't care less. She was more focused now on finding out ways to make herself stronger, so that she could hear her parents voices again. She would keep working on training her own ability, keep practicing, and three years later, after having realized it was getting easier for her to control, and not raising the dead for several weeks, she accidentally raised her adoptive parent's dead dog. Her adoptive father freaked, not that he hadn't been abusive already, but the fact that his adopted daughter was a magical freak, threw him over the edge, and he beat Miranda to near death. She doesn't remember much of the beating, only that the bastard kept on hitting her till she fell over, and then he kicked her until she blacked out.
The bright lights over head, her laying in a hospital bed, just a pale and young girl of 16, still coming into her gifts, having been beaten to near death by her adoptive father after she inadvertantly raised the dead family dog. Oops...her bad, she hadn't meant to, her screams as she tried to explain to him. His fist connecting with her petite body over and over, before she had fallen to the ground, and then he had kicked her until she lost conciousness. And then waking up in the hospital room, being admitted for several broken ribs, and a broken cheekbone. She had taken a whole month to recover, and then, she had her revenge on that abusive bastard, she had raised a few zombies that night...to do her dirty work, she stood outside the house of her adoptive family, and with a simple word of "KILL" she had directed the two zombies into the house, and she had stood and watched the silouettes of the people inside, hearing the echos of her adoptive daddy's screams, and the little freak of a goth girl as he had called her, stood outside...smirking as the zombies then killed her adoptive mother as well. That pregnant dog...had been f**ked up as well, she didn't beat Miranda like her adoptive daddy did, no...she chose the mental abuse over the physical, and so she had it coming too. Funny...she didn't even remember shedding a tear as she had sent the zombies shambling to their graves that night. It seems Miranda, was a little less normal than what she had originally thought.
After the "mysterious" death of her adoptive parents, she had once again become a ward of the state, and now, sixteen, having further slipped into the realm of "goth" so to say, she had more trouble than she had in the past with the kids in the foster home. In fact, she got into several fights within the foster home, and well...kids started disappearing at night. Needless to say, the vampires that she could now control at the moderate level, fed well from that foster home. And smartly they never left any trace. Cause if they had, they would've had to deal with Miranda's wrath, and well...she could easily command the weaker vampires to say....walk into the sun. Needless to say, she was happy upon the day that she turned 18, she was free at last! Or...so she had thought. Apparently...the vampires she had been making use of and calling to her, belonged to the Master of the City of Harford, Alexander Christian. And eventually...all of her fun came to an end, and he had found her after she was released. He gave her one of two options, since she had not been able to control him with her powers (and dammit all...she still couldn't). She either worked for him, or she died. And well...she guessed living was the best way to go. And so here she was...several years later, much stronger now, her very name struck terror in some of the lesser vampires within Alexander's court.
Her and her Master having a falling out. She nearly dying as she broke the marks that bound him to her as his servant. She had been kept alive by the aid of another necromancer who she had fled to after her and Alexander had their massive fall out. He was trying to use her as bait to draw out his enemies...and she wouldn't do it. She wouldn't risk herself...so he vowed to have her killed and so she ran. And ran right to Los Angeles...in hopes of hiding from him.
Joined: Sept 2004 Gender: Male Posts: 676 Location: New York Karma: 32
Appian Bloodline Powers « Result #10 on Nov 23, 2008, 4:20pm »
The following are Bloodline specific powers available to Flavius and his line only.
Feed/Gain Strength from Pain (Lesser Submissive) The lowest level, one of the inborn ability variations that comes to all vampires of the bloodline almost immediately after rising their first night as a vampire.
While not as honed or as powerful as it can and will become over time, it is still a useful and somewhat enjoyable talent. Through it, the vampire can gain enough energy to sustain their hunger for short periods of time through recieving large amounts of physical pain and torture.
Not only does it stave off having to feed on blood for a short period of time (a few hours at most) it also becomes more and more pleasurable the more pain that is recieved. To the point where the more the pain builds, the less able to react to anything else the vampire is.
Feed/Gain Strength from Pain (Lesser Dominant) The Second variation of the lowest form of this inborn ability, it also allows a vampire to keep their hunger at bay for short periods of time, but with this variation, the vampire must be the one inflicting pain. The stronger the pain given to another the longer the vampire can hold off without feeding.
Feed/Gain Strength from Pain (Submissive) The fullest point of the Submissive variation of the Bloodline power. Through recieving pain the vampire is able to partially feed themselves and gain energy and strength from it.
When a submissive vampire of the Flavian bloodline recieves pain, it feeds them and raises their relative power level by 1 for a short period of time making them stronger and more resilient.
The downside to this however is as the vampire ages and with continued use, the vampire needs stronger and stronger levels of pain as time goes on to gain any effect from this at all, and it becomes extremely addictive to the point where the vampire can and will eventually crave being tortured near constantly and almost above all else.
A minor plus side to this side effect is that the vampire become resistant to any pain below their threshold. Not that they don't feel it, simply that it has no real effect on them any longer. They've become to used to a level of pain and anything else is just a minor annoyance, or a tease.
A useful side effect to this however, is that depending on the power level of the vampire and their ability to control their masochistic urges, the vampire can take others pain into themselves and take it away from others just by their touch.
Feed/Gain Strength from Pain (Dominant) The Highest point in the Dominant side of this ability. Vampires at this level are real sadists. Being able to feed fully and grow stonger through inflicting horrible agony on others.
A vampire inflicting pain on onother not only gains enough energy to feed themselves, but also raises their relative power level by 2 for a short duration.
The caveat to this however, is that as time goes on, the vampire must be more and more cruel and inflict greater degrees of pain on others to get any effect on them whatsoever and it is extremely addictive. Moreso than the submissive variation.
A vampire with this level of the ability will crave fulfilling ever growing sadistic urges near constantly to the point where it can become the driving force in their existance. Luckily enough, over time the vampire is able to actually 'get their kicks' so to speak, simply from being in the same general area where such things are occurring. Fetish clubs and gatherings being extremely popular as the vampires are able to sort of 'live vicariously' through all the pain and arousal that is around them without having to indulge themselves.
Feed/Gain Strength from Pain (Master Level) Only available to Master Vampires of advanced age, this is the apex of the bloodline ability.
The vampire can fully feed themselves through either giving or recieving pain (dependant on the vampire and only one variation is possible per vampire). Not only that, but through channeling the energy instead of feeding the vampire can raise their relative power level up to 3 levels higher than normal.
Vampires of the Flavian line with this level of their inborn ability however have to be careful. There is a cumulative chance each time this is indulged in that the Vampire will temporarily lose themselves to the urges and not stop until their victim is either simply a bloody mass of quivering barely alive or dead flesh, or on the opposite end of the spectrum until they are the quivering mass of bloody flesh.
Each successive use raises the chance of losing themselves twofold until they refrain from indulging in any sort of pain, giving or recieving for a long enough period for their bloodlust to cool down.
A side effect of this is that depending on skill level, the vampires can cause pain just with their touch if they so choose, but the more they indulge in the sadistic urge, the less they can control this until the point where their is a constant energy in their flesh and anyone touching them earns themselves near debilitating agony as long as contact is remained.
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