Caitriona Loughty

Active or Inactive?: Active
Character Name: Caitriona (ka-TREE-na) Loughty
Age: 19
Race: Human
Current Residence: Zaun
Class: Laborer
Nature, Demeanor:  Nature: Survivor ; Demeanor: Darling
Occupation or Role: Orphan
Augmentations or Advanced Weapons (if any): Just a small dagger she keeps hidden on her person
Backstory:
Caitriona wasn't born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Hell, she was lucky to even HAVE  spoon most of the time. She was born to a pair of laboring parents deep in the heart of the grungiest part of Zaun.

Her father was a factory worker grinding out literal gears and whatnots to keep all manners of machines running for those who had enough money or clout to own them.

Her mother, on the other hand, wasn't even on her father's radar for the longest time. Namely because she worked as a prostitute. She had started from a young age after both of her parents had died leaving her with no means to get an income. So she had started selling the only thing she had left after the rest was picked clean by debtors: herself.

It was a fluke the pair even met as Cait's father never had the time or money to splurge on a prostitute for his own entertainment. He simply bought the occassional pint of booze to drink after a long shift at the factory. But this time was different. A bunch of his buddies had all chipped in parts of their pay to him for a birthday gift: a romp with a prostitute.

Until that night, he'd never even glanced at the women. But when he laid eyes on the woman who'd eventually birth Cait, the man was lost. Hook, line and sinker. After their first meeting, he took every moment he could spare to get close to her. Maybe it was his determination. Or maybe it was her hoping for a better life. Either way, he won out and they became lovers.

To all who took notice of this pair of low class laborers could tell they had become smitten with each other. Never apart for long save for the times their jobs demanded it.

Eventually, the question was popped and they got hitched in the only way laborers could: a wild party full of noise, booze, and loose morals.

In the weeks and months that followed the wedding, it became very apparent that his new bride was pregnant. He never expected so soon to have a child. Their money situation was dire and with his wife unable to do most work past a certain time, it would be even harder to gather the means to care for a child. So, in the days that followed, he took on as many shifts as his energy allowed. He even got his wife to work along side him doing light work until she was no longer able to stand for fear of her health and the child.

Every night he came home utterly spent for a few meger hours of rest before heading back early the next morning to begin again. His wife begged him to ease up because if he became ill then how would she have the means to survive?

Fortunately, her husband's health didn't fail. The money kept coming in. And Cait was born as a healthy baby to two proud parents.

And yet, one of these proud parents harbored a dark secret. The devoted wife. She knew more then he the way things fell. And he just didn't notice through his work and worries that the timeline didn't match up like it should have. Despite knowing this, she hid it within hoping it would never be found out for the sake of her and her dear child.

For a time, it seemed like happiness was there to stay. Cait grew up happy and healthy. She was the apple of everyone's eye. Even when her mother had to return to her position because she knew no other trade, close friends of the couple were more than happy to take watch over the small child. It slowly became apparent that she was a bright child who caught on quickly to things she was taught. Her parents taught her the best they knew how not having the means to truly send her off to a proper school.

All they hoped is that she would learn enough from the pair of them, that she might rise above their status. She might not attain a high level within the class of Innovators but she could begin there and eventually raise her own children in a manner to take them even higher.

Her father especially took great pleasure in teaching her about the craftmanship behind the very items he helped to create. From their fellow neighbors and freinds, Cait learned even more about the way things fit together. She gained a creative and curious streak within her as she tried to craft her own little toys out of the scraps of metal and gears and springs left over from others broken items. By the time Cait was 10, tiny little figures began to emerge. They creak and groan and try to wobble across the floor only to barely move. However, her parents still encouraged her.

Through these teachings, her father would even sneak home some parts that hadn't been broken for his daughter to try out in the hopes that her little inventions would work.

Harmony and love was had for 13 good years. However, where there is prosperity, there is also jealousy. Where there is popularity, there are also grudges.

A few of the other prostitutes who had always been envious of this new happy wife, finally reached their boiling point. They had tried for years to get out from under the wheel that crushed them daily. Now this woman got to have what they didn't. Fortunately for them, and unfortunately for the dear family, these women had a trump card to play. One that would see the whole facade fall away and the happy family torn to pieces.

Their campaign began as they casually spread word around of their long held secret they had been waiting for a long time to play. Slowly, the venmous snake of truth slithered from ear to ear. Mouth to mouth. Until one night when the doting father who was out for a rare night out with fellows caught wind of the tale that had woven it's way purposefully to him.

In fury, his inner dreams were shattered. A deep feeling of betrayal settled into his soul and instead of overcoming it and finding forgiveness for his truly devoted wife and darling daughter, it stewed till his rage finally exploded the moment he stormed in the door.

The bile of angry words that flooded from within him was a terrifying sight and sound to the poor woman it was directed at. Her young daughter hid in fear of her once loving father now turned into a vicious monster before her very eyes. Only to learn the horrible truth: she was not her father's daughter. But rather another man from her mother's former days. Days in which she had sworn to stop until they were wed. Days had she had started up again when she feared for her husband's health by overworking.

In that moment, the image of the peaceful family was shattered forever. Now, the raging father thought of nothing else but venom for his wife. A banishment from their home. He would no longer allow her to live in his home. Her presence was only a reminder of the betrayal he felt.

Cait begged and pleaded along with her mother for him to reconsider. But both of their pleadings fell on deaf ears.

In a rush of anger, Cait's father shoved his only daughter harshly away from him as if she were an unwanted piece of trash. He forcefully grabbed up his, in his mind, former wife and bodily hauled her towards the door and shoved her out into the night. As she tried to get back in, he slammed the door in her face and barred her out. Now the sound of a mother desperate to get back in sounded out in the dirty slum. A mother beegingif not get back in but to at least have her daughter.

Within the broken home, Cait was fighting to get to the door. To get her her mother. Only to be tightly and cruelly held back by her father.

Hours passed by and the door remained shut. Night became day. The now hard hearted father locked the young child away before moving to leave for work. His abandoned wife still huddled outside. Again, he barred his former wife from entering in to retrieve her daughter. This time, he gave her a warning. That should she not disappear from his sight for the rest of her days, that every day he saw her from then on would mean one mark carved into her daughter's skin.

At first the woman refused to believe a man would do such a thing to a child. However, she saw the evil glint in his eyes and eventually saw he spoke the truth. She begged him to agree that as long as she stayed away that her daughter would never be harmed. Yet, the only promise he would make was the one he had just spoken.

Dejectedly, this woman. This prostitute, turned wife, was now back in her former place. And yet this time, her heart and will was gone from her. Without another word, she turned and left neverto return to the place she once called home.

That night when the man returned home from work. He was all ready very drunk having drowned his anger with cheap booze. He stumbled inside and fell into his usual chair while he stared blankly off into the distance. Slowly, the last piece of his anger brought forth the only other grief left to him. The fake daugther. He knew in that moment, if he wanted to forget that horrible betrayal that he needed to get rid of every last reminder.

The next day, he finally released his daughter from the room he had locked her into. However, this hadn't been his first move on this fateful day. He'd gone out early to search out a suitable way in which to dispose of his unwanted guest. And he'd found it. A grimy man who took charge of a group of prostitutes for those men who wanted a....younger treat. To this man, he'd sold his unwanted guest into a life of prostitution...just like her mother.

Cait cried and begged and pleaded. She promised to disappear. She promised to remove all trace of herself from everywhere he went. But he would have none of it. He wanted to be vindicated from those he had felt had wronged him.

So the grimy man called in two of his burly associates to drag out the screaming, crying, and squirming body of the girl he once thought of as his daughter.

Now, Cait had been knocked into another life. One of hunger. Of beatings. Of misery. Each day they worked to break her spirit into something that could be moulded into someone they could control. Each day, she refused them. Despite this, they stll put her to work. Giving her the roughest of clients that wouldn't mind a woman that fought them.

Such was the pattern of her life till she was 18.

Then, came the day she'd hoped and dreamed for. The day she'd prepared for. Her day to strike back with the remainder of her will that they'd never been able to take from her.

During a time that she had been left alone for just a moment, she had found an old gear among the garbage. It had snapped in half and thus been thrown away. This she had hidden away for a time whens he would make her move. And years later, the time had finally come.

Her grimy owner had let his guard down around her as she had fought to escape. Only fought to not be used. When he had her brought before him to his own room, she had stuffed the scrap of gear down the front of her corset where no one would be looking.

He slowly started to walk around her as he always did when berating her during a time when he tried with his thugs to beat her down. This time, however, she readied herself. Her eyes flicked to a door that was behind his desk. A door that led outside. To her freedom. This was the moment.

As he moved behind her, she feigned fear and drew her hands up as if to guard herself. Yet, the pulled the gear out and slipped her small fingers between the gaps leaving the teeth of the gear to rise and fall over the tops of her fingers....very much like a set of brass knuckles.

When he moved around beside her, she made her own move. This time she lashed out with her makeshift weapon and struck him across his face. Instantly blood sprayed out of the gash caused by the metal hitting his face. A cry of pain issued from his mouth and she knew she had to move. And fast.

Cait bolted for the exit and burst out into the street. Despite her clothing that threatened to tangle around her legs, she ran full out gripping her weapon in fear she'd have to use it again. She dodged through alley after alley, street after street. Eventually, she ducked into an old shed and held the door shut behind her.

For the next few stressful hours, she waitied there with baited breath for the footfalls of anyone following her. Eventually, night fell. She now held a slight glimmer of hope that she had finally gotten a step closer to her freedom. Her only hope now was either the man had died and couldn't send anyone after her or that she had to hid in such a way that he would give up the hunt.

Knowing that a man like that wouldn't give up a money maker so easily, she opted for the later and kept herself to the deepest shadows and away from prying eyes. She scavenged food and clothing from the trash. Snuck small cups of water away from inattentive eyes.
For nearly a year, she lived like a rat that hid in the walls. Fearful of a enemy pouncing down and ending it's existance.

But finally, with her confidence in her freedom fully regained and her strength renewed, she worked her way out of the shadows and back into the light. Here, she found herself having to reach into means she found despicable but necessary if she were to ever stay alive and have a life of her own. She begged for coins on street corners. She plyed a different sad story to various people about her stolen goods and a desperate need for money for medicine for a grandmother who didn't exist. She even picked a pocket a time or two but only when she was the most desperate for food.

Over time she scrimped and saved and managed to reaquire clothing of her own choice rather than scraps scavanged from the garbage. Soon, she was a far sight different from the pathetic figure that was once afraid of her own shadow. She had grown into a woman many would think cute and sweet in apperance. One who offered smiles to everyone she passed by. A person seen daily peddling off little wind up toys for children made out of scrapped gears.

Cait knew that now she would no longer allow herself to be a victim of circumstance. Not only would she find a way to survive. She would find a way to thrive.

Sóley Ægileif

Active?: Yes

Name: Sóley (Soh-lay) Ægileif

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Appears: 22

Race: Mage of Virtual Adepts (Mercurial Elite)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Current Job: Partner/Tech Guru/Roadie/Promoter/Website Designer for DJ Stardust whom is her sister Amaia

Nationality: Icelandic

Languages: Icelanidic & English

Fave Color(s): Orange & Pink

Drink(s) of Choice: Non-Alcoholic - Red Bull ; Alcoholic - Zombie

Kink(s): *grins* Wouldn't YOU like to know? Ask her yourself.

Secret Side: Formally (and still sometimes) a hacker known as Anomaly. Used to break in and mess around with many sites for her own amusement and to shake things up.

Her Creations:

Her Music Playlist: Sol's Soul

RP Hooks: Her tech tattoos. Usually carrying a bag with a laptop in it. Always wearing her Apple watch. Might be seen in photos with her sister Amaia (online) when she was DJing at a venue. Ever been over to Iceland or Europe? Did you go clubbing there? Might have seen her or her sister there.

Her story:
Sóley and Amaia were two sisters but they didn't know it just yet. They were born separately to two different mothers in two separate countries on January 7th, 1994 only a few minutes a part. Sóley's mother worked for a technology company in Iceland while her husband played the piano in the Icelandic Symphony Orchestra. She had a long hours at work so it didn't bother her when her husband arrived home late after having a fling with another woman unbeknownst to her. In that same night both girls were conceived.

Tragically, months later when it was time for Sóley to be born, it all went wrong. The same day the child was born her mother left the world behind leaving Sóley solely in her father's care. It was the beginning of the many changes that were about to happen in their lives. With one father unknowingly fathering another daughter across the globe in Korea.

As Sóley grew up she thought nothing of her sister showing up for visits with her and having fun together interspersed with times apart. At the age of 4, however, the visits suddenly stopped all together. The young girl had no idea why her sister suddenly wasn't around anymore. Her father managed to distract her for a time with her love of computers which she had completely inherited from her mother. Despite not knowing, she was gifted with the same abilities her mother had who had been a mage from the Virtual Adepts. Due to her father's money, she was gifted elaborate computers and technology that she could use and even mold to her heart's content.

Sometime after she turned 5, though, young Amaia finally made her reappearance. Sóley had stayed behind in Iceland with her own grandparents, while her father had traveled to Korea to find and claim his other daughter. With the girl's back together and happy, everything seemed like life would finally settle down for this makeshift family.

In the years that followed, Amaia seemed to truly find her niche in her new family. This new father and daughter were never far apart from one another. Music was the glue that held them close together. He fully encouraged her continued progress with her DJing and dancing wild life.

Sóley, on the other hand was to some extent ignored by her father. She withdrew into her world of computers and technology. Sometimes she wouldn't even go to bed at night while getting caught up in the deep dives into the infinite internet. The separation grew to such an extent that Sóley became the resident black sheep within her own family. She spent very little time in the presence of her sister or her father preferring the company of the unknowns on the internet. This was when she started falling into the world of hackers and found herself a new family of people who welcomed her quirks with open arms. Online she became the faceless person of Anomaly. She got so used to being associated with that name that at times she didn't respond to her birth name being called till someone yelled to get her attention.

So while Amaia and their dad smoked pot together before, after, and sometimes during shows, Sol stayed at home pounding energy drinks and hacking her way through the internet.

It wasn't until many years later when the young ladies had gone off in their separate directions that they got a second chance at having a relationship. At the time Sol was in London for an underground "convention" of sorts for hackers and techies that she got an urgent call from Amaia. Her sister had been attacked and was rightfully freaked out. Instead of questioning why she was called and not their father, she dropped everything and rushed to her sister's side.

When it was clear to Sol that Amaia wanted another chance at a relationship, she questioned how she'd fit into her musical world. It was then when Amaia spoke of Sol's abilities with technology and needing someone like that working with her. Seeing an opportunity to finally get her sister back, Sol took on the new role for the sake of her sister and even took on some self defense classes in the thought of Amaia's attack. At last they found their groove together. Amaia was the performer but it was Sol who pulled together all the technology to make her sister's performances run without a hitch. She even revamped her website to bring more attention onto her sister's talents. It was this very attention that got Amaia a gig in New Orleans.

Beatris (Tris) Wells

Active?: No

✦ Character Name:
ANSWER → Goes by Tris (her birth name was Beatrice Wells)

✦ Date of Birth:
ANSWER → January 9th, 1895

✦ Apparent Age:
ANSWER → 26

✦ Gender:
ANSWER → Female

✦ Sexuality:
ANSWER → Heterosexual

✦ Species:
ANSWER → Shapeshifter - Were-lion

✦ Rank:
ANSWER → Beta

✦ Desired Title:
ANSWER → Professional Dom at Purgatory

✦ Occupation:
ANSWER → Hair Stylist
      ::However she did attend a specialized college and gained an Associate of Applied Science Degree (Massage Therapy/Chiropractic) from UCHA (Universal College of Healing Arts in Omaha, Nebraska::

✦ Personal Scent :  Salon grade hair dye, Alien Perfume - The dramatic flourish of Indian jasmine with its intensely warm heart. Unsettling, hypnotic, and transporting. The plush of white amber, the austerity of woods, and the tingling citrus, and the smell of fresh cut grass.

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✦ Powers / Abilities:
1. All General Abilities
2. Beta Ability - Taming the Beast
3. Beta Ability - Aura of Power

✦ Weaknesses:
1. Pedophobia - specifically a fear of dolls that talk/porcelain dolls
2. Allergic to Rosemary - if ingested, within a matter of 5 minutes can go into anaphylaxis and must be dosed with epinephrine (adrenaline) which she carries on her person for emergencies to which afterwards she needs to be seen my a medical professional or hospital. This also extends to interactions with others. Should there be a presence of rosemary on a person's lips or in their mouth and she were to kiss them, she would also have a reaction.
3. Has to carry with her a short-acting asthma medication (known as “rescue” inhalers) to help relieve breathing problems once epinephrine has been given to help soothe her throat otherwise she would have to wait for her lycanthropy to heal the damage which prevents her from speaking with anything but a hoarse voice.

✦ Personality:

ANSWER → Known for Her ability to improvise and focus completely on the present, Tris is great at finding exciting new things to explore and experience. Her creativity and down-to-earth attitude are invaluable in many areas, including her own personal growth.
                Yet Tris can be easily tripped up in situations where her focus on practical matters is more of a liability than an asset. Whether it is finding (or keeping) a partner, reaching dazzling heights on the career ladder, or learning to plan ahead, she needs to put in a conscious effort to develop their weaker traits and additional skills.


✦ Character History:

ANSWER →
    Beatrice had been a very typical girl. She went to school, had lots of friends, even had a boyfriend or two. Her parents were kindly people and typically accepted the flaws of those around them. When she got older, she preferred to be called Tris rather than Beatrice.
    Although, Tris had a wild side. While during the morning hours, she was a well liked and demure young woman. At night, she would go to parties at friend's houses, drink, and even experimented with drugs.
    Eventually, her parents discovered her secret wild side, just after she turned 16. and decided it was time to have a talk with her. It was during this talk that Beatrice found out why her parents were so accepting her her devil-may-care attitude. They were both were-lions. It was a side of her parents she never knew about.
    This is where her life changed forever. They gave her a choice, Tris could either remain a human with a chance to join them later should she desire it. Or she could be "infected" and join them. Her parents insisted that she take a couple of weeks to think it over and ask any questions she wanted the answers to.
    Tris took this question seriously. While it would be nice to share in her parents secret life, she knew that once she made this choice that she couldn't go back. Plus, she knew now that lion society was very aggressive and she'd have to cope with everything that came with it.
    After the grace period, her parents talked with her again to ask for her decision. Tris took them up on their offer. So, they set out plans to do it as safely as possible.
    It took some time for the planets to align in the manner needed for Tris to "catch" their strain of lycanthropy. But after a matter of weeks, she tested positive for the lion lycanthropy. After that moment, Tris' parents worked with her everyday to prepare her for her first experience with a full moon.
    This went on for a full year as they mentored her until she could think as herself during a full moon. Once she was ready, the next full moon, she was introduced to the pride and she began her entrance into the life of a pride member.
    Eventually, though, she found herself thinking about life outside of the life she knew. While she had made many friends, she still had the wild side that longed for adventure. One day she expressed this to her parents. While they understood, they knew it wasn't going to be easy to manage.
    They met with the Rex of the pride and talked about her desire and the possibility of her moving to a place with newly forming pride to add to their numbers and give her a deeper sense of belonging.
    With much hemming and hawing, the Rex finally approved of the move and located a place off the coast of Connecticut called Pleasure Island that still had a lack of a strong lycanthrope presence to be the best place for Tris.
    Her excitement awoke as the calls were made for her access to the island as well as the journey she would have to make. As she looked out the window of the helicopter as she flew over the water heading for Pleasure Island, a grin crossed her face thinking about what excitement was waiting for her.

Narcissus Silvercloud (Pleasure Island)

Status: Not Currently Active

✦ Character Name:
ANSWER → Narcissus Silvercloud

✦ Date of Birth (month/day/year):
ANSWER → 01/09/1688; Actual Age: 328

✦ Apparent Age: (Some species look much younger than their actual age, some humans may even appear a few years older or younger than they are.)
ANSWER → 36

✦ Gender: (Male, Female, Other)
ANSWER → Male

✦ Sexuality: (Heterosexual, homosexual, heteroflexible, bisexual, pansexual, etc.; please do not use words like "gay" or "straight" here.)
ANSWER → heteroflexible

✦ Species: (Human/power or normal, Mermaid, Shapeshifter/type, Vampire/bloodline, Fae/court.)
ANSWER → Merman

✦ Rank: (For Vampires: n/a or Master, for Shapeshifters: n/a, beta, or alpha. Other species do not have ranks.)
ANSWER → N/A

✦ Desired Title: (Do you want to become Temoin, Ulfric, lupa, Kadra, Detective, RPIT Sergeant, etc.; if so, please list that here.)
ANSWER → None

✦ Occupation: (Your character does NOT have to have a current job, but they should have some kind of occupation. Student, dentist, mail carrier, cashier, physician, exotic dancer, etc.)
ANSWER → Professor

✦ Personal Scent : His skin bears the scent of the sky before a storm with the soft aquatic and lemony undertone of a water lily, but spiked with the resin scent of a bog myrtle.

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✦ Powers / Abilities: (Note: To begin roleplaying in Pleasure Island with a character who has more than two powers or abilities will require Administrator approval and a very detailed history!)
1. Water shaping
2. Multilingual: English, Irish (Gaelic), French, Scottish (Gaelic)

✦ Weaknesses: (Everyone has weaknesses! These can be things that weaken any power or ability you have, OR something that physically can physically harm your character (not personality flaws). Note: We will NOT approve any PTSD type weaknesses for any vampire or shapeshifter.)
1. His ability to do water shaping is moderately weak. He can form small quantities of water but he can't maintain it for much longer than a minute.
2. Being that he is rarely observant, it can lead him into some very interesting or dangerous situations. This sometimes can make him look aloof and in the worst occasions, he might not notice danger till it's right on top of him.

✦ Personality: (Use this section to tell us about your character! Are they inherently good? Evil? How do they act with family, friends, crowds, strangers? Are they stubborn or over-opinionated? One paragraph is acceptable.)

ANSWER → Courteous: Usually
Risk-Taking: Occasionally
Ambitious: Sometimes
Curious: Never
Self-Controlled: Typically
Nurturing: Occasionally
Trusting: Typically
Honest: Often
Loyal: Often
Affectionate: Sometimes
Romantic: Typically
Flirty: Typically
Sympathetic: Generally
Altruistic: Typically
Optimistic: Often
Observant: Rarely
Logical: Often
Social: Somewhat shy
Emotions: Usually stable


✦ Character History: (Tell us about your character's past. Why they are who they are, and how they became what they are, etc. You don't have to detail birth to present day, but we do want you to hit the important highlights of their lives! At least two paragraphs.)

ANSWER →         In the year 1688, Narcissus Silvercloud was a young Mer of living on his own land in Adare, Ireland. He had been born a mer like his parents before him. Being a young merperson, he was prone to such things that young people were at times no matter the race. Narcissus' parents despaired at reigning in his random bouts of risk taking and merely supported him...while having him followed.
    Despite his ambitious risk-taking, it wasn't out of curiosity. It was because he tended to flirt with various girls simply for the fun of it. Not out of any future with the girl. Since his parents were wealthy and well liked in the community, he had the finances to do pretty much anything he liked.
    However, this was the year that began to Jacobite uprisings. His parents knew this would be nearly irresistible to him. So, they made him a deal. He could travel about following the path of the war if he did two things. One, he was to keep his distance from the actual battles and two, he was to take one of his uncles with him to keep an eye on him.
    Begrudgingly, he agreed and set off with his uncle to watch history being made as it unfolded. As the war wound on, it moved into Scotland. Narcissus' uncle sent word back as to where they were going and they continued onward. One evening, they went to seek accommodations. They were accepted in by the MacDonalds of Glencoe who were also housing some Jacobite soldiers on their way to pledge loyalty to the crown.
    Yet, this was to be no peaceful rest. During the night on February 12th 1692, Captain Drummond, whom had arrived earlier that same day, took up arms and with his own men began to slaughter the family and Jacobites that had been there that they could find. This act came to be known as the Massacre of Glencoe.
    Narcissus and his uncle escaped from the home they had been sleeping in and escaped helping some of the men, women, and children along the way. Having seen such slaughtering up close and personal, he learned a great deal that tempered some of his personality.
    Over the passing years, he largely stayed with his parents which prompted him to be a bit more cautious about getting in the middle of risky issues. But he took to more subtle risk taking. He attended school occasionally and eventually worked with his parents to become a teacher when the existence of merpeople were more widely accepted. He taught a variety of subjects as he was versed in nearly everything save for some things he considered unimportant.
    Yet, his streak of risk-taking was lit anew when word of an old island was renovated by a vampire and opened it to new residents. As he was now 328 years old, he was allowed to roam much more freely save for certain occasions. With a new challenge in front of him, he sold his home, and headed for Pleasure Island.

Lani Cerise (Pleasure Island)

Status: Currently Active

✦ Character Name:
ANSWER → Lani Cerise

✦ Date of Birth (month/day/year):
ANSWER → 02/09/1989 Age: 27

✦ Apparent Age: (Some species look much younger than their actual age, some humans may even appear a few years older or younger than they are.)
ANSWER → N/A

✦ Gender: (Male, Female, Other)
ANSWER → Male

✦ Sexuality: (Heterosexual, homosexual, heteroflexible, bisexual, pansexual, etc.; please do not use words like "gay" or "straight" here.)
ANSWER → Heteroflexible

✦ Species: (Human/power or normal, Mermaid, Shapeshifter/type, Vampire/bloodline, Fae/court.)
ANSWER → Human/Telekinesis

✦ Rank: (For Vampires: n/a or Master, for Shapeshifters: n/a, beta, or alpha. Other species do not have ranks.)
ANSWER → N/A

✦ Desired Title: (Do you want to become Temoin, Ulfric, lupa, Kadra, Detective, RPIT Sergeant, etc.; if so, please list that here.)
ANSWER → N/A

✦ Occupation: (Your character does NOT have to have a current job, but they should have some kind of occupation. Student, dentist, mail carrier, cashier, physician, exotic dancer, etc.)
ANSWER → Works at comic book/gaming store

✦ Scent: (soap, perfume, shampoo, cologne, scent of your beast, etc.)
ANSWER → Peppermint Altoids, Books, & Cool Ranch Doritos

✦ Powers / Abilities: (Note: To begin roleplaying in Pleasure Island with a character who has more than two powers or abilities will require Administrator approval and a very detailed history!)
1. Has Telekinesis
2. Very tech savy


✦ Weaknesses: (Everyone has weaknesses! These can be things that weaken any power or ability you have, OR something that physically can physically harm your character (not personality flaws). Note: We will NOT approve any PTSD type weaknesses for any vampire or shapeshifter.)
1. He has bad eye sight so he has to wear glasses 24/7. This means that should he not have his glasses on or they are broken/stolen/knocked off him, that if he were to use his telekinesis it would inevitably not hit what he was aiming at nor could he control where that item/person would be moved to.
2.  Diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome (autism): sensitive to bright lights, doesn't like scratchy textures in clothes, avoids certain foods because of the texture, has a hard time understanding sarcasm and body language and sometimes says things that could upset someone without knowing it.
3. With his telekinesis, he can only lift up to a 5lb book with his mind. but after that he would be really tired and have to go rest up for an hour or two.

✦ Personality:

ANSWER →  INFJ-T: Introverted/Intuitive/Feeling/Judging/Turbulent
His imagination and empathy make him someone who not only cherishes their integrity and deeply held principles but, unlike many other idealistic types, is also capable of turning those ideals into plans, and executing them. He are likely to be easily tripped up in areas where idealism and determination are more of a liability than an asset. Whether it is navigating interpersonal conflicts, confronting unpleasant facts, pursuing self-realization, or finding a career path that aligns well with his intricate inner core, he may face numerous challenges that at times can even make him question who he really is.

✦ Character History: (Tell us about your character's past. Why they are who they are, and how they became what they are, etc. You don't have to detail birth to present day, but we do want you to hit the important highlights of their lives! At least two paragraphs.)

ANSWER →
    Lani had a rather typical life all things considered. He was the typical geek. He traveled to different states for anime and comic book conventions and he even dressed for every occasion with costumes he made himself. His flikr pages were filled with photos he took with various stars from Leonard Nimoy to Hayao Miyazaki and even David Tennant.
    However, he was far from typical. Since he was young, he had the ability to move things with his mind. His parents did their best to hide it from the neighbors. But Lani didn't care and even spent his time using it to amuse his younger brother Jimmy.
    Once he was 18 though, he'd had enough of his parents embarrassment and he moved out. He took odd jobs as he traveled around. Lani took every geek job he could find. He worked at conventions, comic book stores, game stores, book stores, etc. Even with all his traveling, he did his best to keep in contact with his younger brother.
    But when his brother moved out, he lost touch with him for many years. It was the year he was working for a comic-con as a judge for the costume contest when his parents contacted him for the first time since he left home. They were apparently more concerned about Jimmy since he left home to move to Pleasure Island.
    Despite his distaste for his parents, he did truly care for his brother. Once his job was up for that year, he packed up his belongings, sold his apartment, and headed to see what had become of his brother at Pleasure Island.

Nicole Robbins (Pleasure Island)

Status: Currently Active

✧ Character Name: Nicole Fisher


✧ Date of Birth & Actual Age: February 23, 1878; 136


✧ Apparent Age (if different from Actual Age): 21


✧ Gender: Female


✧ Sexuality: Heterosexual


✧ Species: Vampire; Earthmover line


✧ Rank: Master vampire


✧ Occupation: Self employed (uses the stock market to make money and has a broker to help her for daytime exchanges) but looking for something to keep her busy


✧ Personal Scent: Faint hint of cigarette smoke, the delicate smell of wild flowers, and a underlying scent of pine


✧ Powers / Abilities: (Note: To begin roleplaying in Pleasure Island with a character who has more than two powers or abilities will require Administrator approval and a very detailed history!)
Basic powers: (BA)
Bloodline powers: (BL)
General Abilities: (GA)
Master Powers: (MP)
1. Levitation - Moderate. Can go about 100 ft about a yard off the ground. 150 ft if she remains closer to the ground.(GA)
2. Very talented with throwing knives due to her history with violence. (GA)
3. Can speak Cherokee - as taught by her mother. (GA)
4. Eidetic Memory - recall everyday details, events that happened as a vivid afterimage the lingers in the mind for a few minutes (20-30 max) etc. for any day of her life (within seconds) with no ill effects. (GA)
5. Call Animals - Wolves (MP)
6. Empathic Voice Manipulation = Her voice portrays sadness/despair. (MP)


✧ Weaknesses: Everyone has weaknesses. Please include at least one weakness for each power or ability.
1. Her levitation isn't strong. She can only hover for a short amount of time at a short distance off the ground. She cannot levitate another person.
2. While she is very good at using throwing knives, unless she can get the drop on a person she is trying to harm, her hand to hand abilities are severely lacking.
3. Has Bathophobia. A fear of depths or deep things, (for swimmers who dislike swimming over deep water).
4. With her Eidetic Memory,  with trying to recall a specific event or memory within the allotted time frame sorting through the memories can cause extreme headaches.
5. Philophobia - Because she lost her family so suddenly, became the captive of her new vampire family/the target of Jared's lust, and being forced to kill the first man she ever tried to love, she has a severe phobia of any type of relationships to the extent she will avoid any anything closely resembling that save for the necessity of her being sired into a new vampire group and the responsibilities therein.


✧ Personality:

Very quiet and reserved but is always observant and could easily repeat anything she is told word for word. It is habit for her to be very suspicious but unfailingly polite to everyone around her. It's only when she truly allows herself to get close to anyone that her true personality appears. That being someone who will fight for those she calls her friends, will listen to any and all problems those friends have and do whatever she can to help them, and someone who is truly kind and generous.



✧ Character History:
I was born as Nicole Fisher on July 23, 1877 to Helen and Samuel Fisher.

We lived on a small farm in the northern part of what is now called Texas. At the time, however, it was the site of the Cherokee Indian reservation. We lived there because of the little peace it offered us at the time. You see, my mother was a Cherokee Indian. My father was a military man. He was able to curry enough favor so that we might move onto the reservation to be close to my mother’s tribe.

Despite the tribulations around me between the newly defeated Southern states faced up against having to treat their slaves like neighbors and Indians, like my mother, marrying and converting to the Christian ways, I spent my days learning about both sides of my heritage.

From my father, I was taught how to be a gentle lady with fancy dresses, how to carry myself amongst my peers, courtship, and the English language. While from my mother, I was taught how to weave baskets, skin animals, Cherokee dances, and the Cherokee language.

Even as the Cherokee people accepted me as if I was one of their own children that survived the long journey on the Trail of Tears, the White English men and women treated my family and I with a sort of polite scorn. There were too many times that we'd wake early in the morning to find that all of the crops we had worked so hard to raise had either been stolen or burnt. If it were not for the Cherokee we would have starved.

Things changed when the Spanish American War in 1898 called my father from our side. My mother and I could not maintain the farm all on our own and her pride wouldn't allow us to burden her people as it would have caused more strife.

I managed to gain a position in one of the plantation homes that had survived the Civil War as a nanny to the family's two children. This more served, in their childhood days, as a means to keep me as far from the public eye as possible so people might not know they had employed a person of mixed heritage.

My employers used the lack of my father's presence to keep me locked away from my mother and the Cherokee people. For months, I was not allowed to visit my own mother but only to send letters and the money so she might support herself.

However, this was not to be the least of my worries I would find. Just after I turned 21, a solider from my fathers regiment showed up at the home of my employers to inform me that my father had been killed in battle. Word had been sent to my mother, however, upon hearing of my father's death and no communications from myself she had taken her own life.

The brunt of the information would have driven me to do the same as my mother had I not been under constant watch from my employers who called themselves Christians yet had destroyed my letters and kept the money I was sending.

In this time of my turmoil came a final blow.

One night, I watched in fear from my servant room under the large staircase as three people broke into the home and began to ransack it and kill everyone inside. I hid in the small space listening to the screams of the wife and children as they were murdered and waited for my turn to join them. During this time, I had what seemed like an eternity to think and remember the faces of those who had broken in. It was then it occurred to me that I had seen them before. They had been guests in this house before.

Eventually, I was discovered by the first male I saw before I could think on the implications I was only beginning to think on. However, upon the male's discovery of myself in my hiding place, instead of killing me, he took me with him despite the protests of the other man and woman he had brought with him that set the house ablaze. (Although later I learned some of the servants had come from their quarters and the others had controlled them forcing them to set the house ablaze before killing them.)

The next days were a blur and I only remember snatches save for the day they awoke me at night and told me that Jared was my master now for now I was a vampire.

It took me many months to accept my new fate and the life I would have to live. In the following years, I was tested by Jared as to my skills. When it became apparent that my previously dark skin tone was only moderately affected leaving me looking not as otherworldly as them (despite my inability to not flash my fangs and such which they simply drilled into me to just not smile) and I had useful skills over people like my height that allowed me to go unnoticed rather than stand out, my ability to remember things, and other perceptions of me as weak as well as fighting abilities, they slowly honed my vampire abilities in me to work for them. I became their money collector from those they would blackmail. When people tried to get around Jared or to get rid of us, I became their weapon to sneak in the dark to "remove" the problem.

This cycle continued through many decades and slowly he established his "business". By this time, my "useful" powers were encouraged while my "worthless" ones were suppressed. I think he knew he had to keep tight reigns on me so I would not have the means to easily escape or to reveal them. While they learned to mess with people with short bursts from their earthquake powers, Jared told me that it was not for me to know. Yet, it became more important for me to be the bait as only a woman could to aid him in his nefarious ends. However, with a new era rising up, I could not bear another year with Jared and this cruelty.

Having amassed funds for my escape; which came from those tips customers gave me when I performed at his speak-easy, money I simply stole from the purses and pockets of the passerby, or even from the pockets of those I was sent to kill. I took to those abilities they had trained in me and used it against them to make my escape.

Eventually, I took refuge with a new Master for a short time while I recovered from my precipitous flight. Then, he gave me a choice to wander on my own and find a place I might truly have a fresh start. It was during this time that my master Jared sent his minions after me. When they failed to bring me back, he came himself.

It was late in the evening and I was with a close friend of the vampires, who was a federal marshal, when he attacked. Luckily, the friend I was with was also a cop who had helped me ever since Jared's obsession over my return had grown larger than I alone could handle. Since she had been given substantial proof of his insanity, she had all ready gotten a warrant of execution for him but they were having trouble finding him.

His attack came suddenly as he first went after her shoving her back, thankfully not harming her, before turning to me. I had frozen on the spot. Then, I heard the loud shots from the officers gun. Jared jerked as the shots hit him in his back. Slowly, he turned towards her with his fangs bared and ready to strike. He made to charge at her and in that moment I  knew what I had to do.

I jumped at him and pulled him back from her throwing him to the ground from behind him. Now I knew if he had been remotely ready for me, it would not have worked. I crawled back away from him as she moved to stand over him and shot him in the forehead with her last silver bullet.

He was down I knew, but he wasn't really out. Wordlessly, she held out her silver dagger to me and waited. I wouldn't have been able without her support to finally end his life and use that blade to cut his heart from his chest. She took care of the removal of his body and all the evidence allowing me to leave the scene and think on what I had done.

Once I had recovered from my actions, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders knowing I was finally free to make my own decisions. Eventually, my new master was informed of what had taken place. He allowed me to stay in order to best determine what I would like to do now.

One evening, he called me to him to speak with him. He heard of a new place being run by a vampire that might be just the place I needed. He suggested Pleasure Island, Ct that might offer me a level of invisibility in which to make the new start. With his blessing, I took my scarce belongings, changed my last name to Robbins on all my new documentation, and turned my sights to what I could find on this new isle.

Vendea "Kathreina" Binoche

Status: Inactive

Known Name: Katherina Binoche

True Name: Vendea Binoche

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Character’s age: 100

Race: Half-Elf

Scents: Forest Pine, Spanish Moss, & Balsam Fir

Skills and strengths:
Knows multiple languages in order to communicate with whomever she might encounter; able to use a bow/arrow, knives, and dual wield swords when she must; deeply loyal;

Weaknesses:
Tends to be a bit stand offish while she observes a person because of her loner past; in her mind it's up to her as to whom the good guys and bad guys are but once she has made up her mind then it is hard to make her believe otherwise; tends to get caught up in the past on occasion;

Vendea Binoche was born in a small village by her human mother who died soon after the difficult birth leaving the child rearing to be left up to her Elven father.
Her father raised her the best way he knew how. Having been a wanderer the majority of his years, he trained her as she grew with those same skills. As such, she knew from a very young age about hunting, tracking, and the various languages one might encounter.
As she grew older, her father then related the tale about his own heritage as well as that of her mother's whom he had deeply loved. He encouraged Vendea to wander about as she pleased and to make her own discoveries.
Explore she did as she made frequent trips back to the place of her birth and more places beyond but never failed to eventually return home with some story or other to tell to her father.
One day, her father was called off to aid in a battle in a distant land. He left her in the care of the elves that had taken him in as one of their own and as such it had become Vendea and his home.
Vendea waited for months with no word or return of her father. Yet, one fatefull evening, a messenger arrived to report to the elves of those of their own that had perished in the battle and Vendea's father was among that list of names.
She mourned the loss of this her only other family member, to her knowledge, and then dedicated herself to the skills that her father had tried to instill in her all of his life.
By the time she had truly come of age as one of her species could, she had greatly added to her skills and yet had also distanced herself from others.
She found her only solace on the road traveling from place to place. Her source of money came from being hired for various tasks. From simply delivering a package over a long distance to hunting down and killing evil men whom had done some grievous wrong.
In this period of her life, she hid her true name of Vendea behind her and took on the name of her mother Katherina. As her elven ears were smaller, she could easily hide them under a hood or her own hair so as to not only seem more approachable to common folk but also to have those who would do her harm to underestimate her abilities.
Her travels carried her far and wide and would lead her to eventually hear of the upheavals in Estara. Knowing that such a realm would need those with a keen eye and the ability to aid if such a need should arise, she made ready what she would need for the journey. With her goal in mind, she made her way to this realm of Estara to see what she could discover.

Faction interest (You may only chose one):
[ x] Oathsworn (Rangers/Elves)