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| Bio: | This journal is a roll playing game journal with posts for the characters in the game. It is not to be confused with a real person, persons, or events, though the poster posting it owns the writing lock, stock, and barrel that she's posted, unless it states otherwise. Although this profile set is mostly couched primarily in scientific terms where applicable, those under 18 really should not be reading it. Hell, they're not allowed to come play, anyway. The following characters are for the game ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} al_kufan:Haifa: Honored First Wife of Sharif Ibn Abbas. Haifa is part of the Sun King clan of werelions. They are an old tribe dating back to ancient Egypt, where they battled their rivals the Anubi (weredogs), favored of the pharaohs at the time. Haifa is the daughter of the head of her pride, and he arranged the marriage between her and Sharif to consolidate their pride's power in the area. As part of the alliance, many werelions work in the city as the guards. Haifa wasn't too thrilled by the idea of marring her husband, especially since he doesn't seem too interested in her or women in general, unless it is for entertainment. What she does enjoy is the freedom and power that her position affords. She is known for her love of the great games of the arena and it's most popular gladiators. Haifa is beautiful, cruel an irresistible mistress. She is all about indulging her desires whenever the mood strikes her. She is very protective of her power, and views Bianca and Lucius both, at the least, as rivals for it. Bad things have a habit of happening to Haifa's rivals. At the moment, however, her attention elsewhere, she works for an uneasy accord, and though just as she can be terrible to her rivals, she can be surprisingly good to those who might ally with her. As Submitted for Approval, HAIFA Yasmine, A Gladiator of Rising Fame: Yasmine, risingly famous gladiator, and Person of interest to Lucius. (I must discuss the relationship further with DWG) Yasmine is one tough cookie. Tall, fair, and handsome, if not precisely beautiful, she's been working her way up in the games. She's not a slave. She chooses this life, possibly over the protest of Lucius (We need to decide if he's her husband, lover, or sometime lover, or if he's just VERY interested in her, and she playing hard to get...) A former US marine, who'd been stationed in the Gulf, she hated the inequality of the role she had to play simply for being a female. Her exploits soon enough gained another form of attention, along with an invitation to a place called Al_Kufan, and although she started out a guest, it was not an entirely willing one. Her disappearance from a short leave was deemed suspicious enough that she was not assumed to be AWOL. The assumption wasn't too far of. In some ways, she's now found a home. She has a distinct moral code, but frankly, lives for battle. Some day, she may retire to become a guard, but first, she wants to prove she's the best that a human can be. As submitted for Approval, Yasmine. 'Aisha', Pleasure Slave. Out in the big, wide world, Aisha was not Aisha, but Wilhelmina Tyrel, of the Tyrel corporate fortune. Disgusted with her family's sense of entitlement, and hard edged right winged practices, as well as her father's attempts to control who she saw, who she would marry, and what she did through purse strings, and other means, she turned her back on the lot of them the moment she turned of age, going out on her own, to accomplish something ON HER OWN. Changing her name legally to Willy, she worked long hard hours at thankless jobs, eschewing old contacts, she made new ones. She put herself through school with a double major and on full scholarship for art and art history, achieving her under grad degree in two and a half years. Fiery and persuasive, as well as beautiful and well spoken, she encouraged investors in the small northeastern city in which she'd settled to finance her dream, an artist's cooperative, beginning efforts to do so practically from the day she left home. She managed to purchase a small group of buildings around a central court, opened a gallery, a set of classrooms, display areas, and a dozen B&B styled rooms for weekend and week-long guests to come and speak on art, show their art, sell their art teach their art, or learn about art. The courtyard became a small but colorful fair of little booths and tables on the weekends. She gainfully employed half a dozen regulars. She began to travel, continuing her own education, meeting and inviting other artists to come and help support the endeavor. It became profitable, a true attraction, and a benefit to the community, and the investors were pleased. Deep down, she certainly had the family sense for business, but not their soulless ways. She also met the woman that she loved. Things were going wonderfully. Then, her father made contact for the first time in four years. Now 22, Willy had not spoken to any member of her family since the day she'd left. Her father, however, was dying. Her mother had died when she was very young, and she'd always blamed her father for it. She knew that her mother had started out very much like her, but it had all been stripped away, and one day, she'd walked out to the lake, and put a bullet in her own chest. He wanted her to come. He'd give her the entire fortune, if she'd just come. Of course, she'd have to head up that corporate empire... Willy knew that such huge sums of money could bring art, and many other beautiful things to so many, but the price was too steep. She feared that she would lose herself, become like her father. But she would come and see him. She'd tell him no, but she could not find it in her heart not to at least go and see him before he died. Before that could happen, her brother showed up on her doorstep. Jeffrey was a spoiled brat, as she saw it, and as their father apparently did. A ne'er do well trust fund baby who had no idea of the worth of others, nor appreciation for what he had, and he was weak. Weak, but mean. He'd barely scraped by through school, had been kicked out of a dozen private boarding institutions growing up. He thought the fortune should go to him, as the only male heir, and only other child. Willy could care less if it did. But he could never BELIEVE this, and the thought of her going to see father terrified him. His money had bought him visits to al_kufan before. He decided that his sister could use a...permanent visit. With the help of a few paid thugs, he dragged her off into the night, intending to sell her as a pleasure slave, and perhaps gamble the purse, in the secret city...Of course, how Willy saw this, and the truth, both about her father and her brother, might not be as simple, and might be far more terrifying. As Submitted for Approval, 'Aisha' Morgan Sinclaire, a myserious guest come to Al Kufan, with her lover, Sebastian, the vampire. played by ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dwg.I will ask that those not already familiar not read this. There are some surprises and plot hooks alluded to that could make things far less exciting were you to do so. Morgan Sinclaire Name: Morgan Sinclaire Age: 29 (Looks about 21) Race: APPEARS human. Actually, is not. (See below) Height & Weight: 5'7", currently 115, should be 140. Physical Description: She is lovely, and ethereal, and fragile, and too thin. A delicate, and willowy beauty, who was once far more healthily muscular, she still maintains a wiry strength, though she appears a bit tired, and as if she'd recently lost just a bit too much weight. Her features are angelically lovely, skin pale and porcelaine fine, with the slightest hint of blue veins beneath the surface. She is a freckle-free red head, though of an odd, dark shade, that makes her seem all the more pale. The hair is long, and thick, to her knees and gleaming. She often braids it, or wears it in a single, shining pony tail. Her dress tends toward the non-descript and functional, and she is known to disguise herself, hiding the hair within her clothing, and beneath a cap, attempting to pass as a boy from a distance. She favours black or army surplus, and tends to wear doc martens whenever possible. When necessary, she cleans up spectacularly. Her eye color varies significantly, and is also significant. It is safest when it is palest lime green..when it goes to amber, less so, and to black, often not at all. Morgan likes sunglasses, possibly for this reason. Morgan ALWAYS wears a pair of leather bracers on her wrists. These might conceal more than the manacle, bite, and suicide scars there that are the only marks on her body. Morgan tends to initially come across as possible meat. Personality Traits: Morgan is not entirely sane. She is wracked by nightmares, and flashbacks. Haunted is an apt description. Sometimes, however, she is nearly childlike, playful, in an odd, slightly mad way, prankish. Some of her pranks can be lethal, others just terribly imaginitive. Many involve a computer. She does not seek out anyone to harm. The pranks are reserved for those who would interfere with her. She is quite brilliant, perhaps unbelievably so, but damaged. She normally keeps to herself, though she is not bad with others, she flees immediately, and with rather great fear from any sort of intimacy, save of very recently with Sebastian, who has become her constant companion and true love. Morgan cannot stand to see anyone abused. She will step in where she sees it, but aside from that, unless someone bothers her, she will not bother anyone. She loves to cook, and to do crafts ala Martha Stewart...and she is terribly, terribly dangerous. Brief History: Morgan has lived a hellish life. She's been on the run from something for most of it. She was orphaned. She spent her childhood bouncing around foster homes, until, as a pre-teen, falsely accused of misuse of her powers, she fell into the hands of a government think tank, and became a lab rat. They used her to read the minds of serial offenders, the worst of the worst, and to try to fix them. She also read their surviving victims. She bears major scars from this, mostly on the inside. At fifteen she was rescued, and a court battle ensued. She won. She is quite comfortably wealthy...quite. She uses what of her money she does use (She also has a habit of hacking one Rowan of London...)to set up little safe spots, and lockers, and such, all over hell and creation, so that if she must run like hell, she's never entirely unequipped. Government agencies tend to shy from her, and US federal agencies tend to shoo away local law enforcement now when she comes up. This is due to certain factors in the suit having to do with fear of government reprisal...or the appearance thereof. Morgan became an emancipated adult at fifteen, and promptly left the US, to train her powers in the orient. She also learned martial arts. Returning in her later teens, she continued her studies, even as she worked as a bodyguard and limo driver and subsequently in shadier dealings of a paramilitary nature, then for just a few months, very happily went legit, co-owning a restaurant in NYC, one of the few happy times of her life, before her truest 'talent' was discovered. Morgan learns very, very quickly. She spent the next seven years with the European vampire council. Among other things, Morgan is a telempath of near unbelievable power, and can use it to project the taste of food. Food is a personal obsession of hers. This makes her a very hot property for vampires, and weight watchers meetings. She can give all the effective sensation of one having eaten like a herd of ravening beasts without them ever having to take a bite. Her other talents were darker, and were expressed on behalf of her council masters, the one she saw most as her father figure having finally cut her loose, deciding she'd gone a bit too far over the edge, and making of her a bit of a contest...the one that could take and bind her would have a seat on that very council. This caused her to have to flee her worst nightmare, a more powerful telempath, one with fangs. She fled immediately, and kept going, meeting Sebastian along the way, and staying with him. Her resources bring them to Al Kufan, to hide. Strengths & Weaknesses: Morgan is a highly trained martial artist, and driver who has worked as a professional killer. She excells with all things technical and technilogical, especially the computer. She is a psychic vampire (Manipulates and feeds on psychic energies)and incredibly powerful telempath/technopath (Read mode pretty much constant, over long distances, can alter the perceptions and memories of others, even permanently, share her own perceptions, those of others, though this generally only equates with taste, and pain, should she wish otherwise, it could pretty much be anything she'd ever experienced or read in another mind... )generally trash a mind at will (Mortal or lesser vamp, shielded master vamps, and older vamps become more problematic. True terrors can be a problem....though she always has a shot..she is truly powerful with the telepathy...though the worst she will usually do is cause a distraction with it...ie, make a vampire think something ELSE happened, and get away.), she can do interesting things to electronics and energy fields...), and is a mediocre psychokinetic. In an emergency, she can push a truck out of a ditch, or hold down a couple of vampires...much more would exhaust her utterly. Her weaknesses compensate all too well. Morgan does not like to kill, and will half kill herself to avoid it. She likes to either be left be, or have clear orders from someone. An exception to this is when she sees someone or something truly weak being bullied. She's not truly cruel, but she knows how to give the impression of being so. She's a weapon, but tends to need a hand to wield her. She bordered rather constantly on complete mental and physical breakdown, while running, until Sebastian came along. For all her hand to hand skills, she has less stamina at the moment than she could, needing rest and good food, though she can still push and manage. She's not that far down. She is actively hunted. NOT to be killed, but for reasons worse for her than death. She needs to consume vast quantities of food and psychic energy to sustain herself, and ran at deficit a bit too long this time, though she has been recovering, and a couple of weeks of good solid care should see her at full again. When not fed well, her body consumes itself to power her mind. She has very weak precog, and necromancy. These are NEVER used as advantages, but only things that make her miserable if she DOES actually lose control (Something that she can occasionally do rather spectacularly). She doesn't lose control of the telepathy (Though if weak enough, she will simply be reduced to uncontrollably reading everything around her, which in and of itself can be a bit maddening, were she not so used to it.), but these (Necromancy and precog), she's never controlled to begin with. They simply eat energy when she is too low to spare it, and cause uncomfortable effects. Morgan also uses some limited witchcraft, but this is generally only as defenses on her current lair, or as an add-on to weaponry in the form of emergency weak holy water. She MUST find prets, in particular, weres, on which to feed. Vampires will also do, though if she's too far depleted, they can cause her hypothermia...it's cold, dead energy as she currently processes it. The least harmful form of them in this respect tend to be the ones she shies from most, the lovers of their kind, though with Bast, she's found a real soul mate. When stron enough, she can feed from a distance. Just being AROUND alot of prets can help. When weaker, or to be quick, specific, and potentially leathal, she requires mouth to mouth contact. For all her previous terrors of sex, and current fears of it with anyone but Bast, she's a VERY good kisser. Being too depleted weakens her, and can concievably kill her. Weapons: Morgan tends to be a bit of a walking arsenal, both mundane, and not so. Again, mostly, she now uses these things in self defense. Included in her goodies will be lock picks, physical and electronic, and possibly a set of tools for inflicting pain. She doesn't like to do this, not being herself a sadist, however, so her carrying of these is not automatic. Perhaps Morgan's greatest weakness tends to be what persues her. That will be up for grabs for someone else, or for another of my characters. WEG. As Submitted for Approval, Morgan Sinclaire My PERSONAL NPC list: I am naming them, and they will all appear for the moment under my main Little_Scary Modly Icon. They will ultimately have PBs shown beside their descriptions HERE. Should they become regularly played, I will upgrade them to have PBS of their own. When playing these characters, though NPC, they are not to be moved, spoken for, thought for, used, etc., by others without express permission. Mira , city guard captain, night watch. Mira is one tough old bitch, and has the scars to prove it. (one bisects her right eyebrow, and trails down her cheek) She's a big, raw boned woman in her later thirties, dark hair going gray, highly skilled with sword, dagger, martial arts of various forms, and street brawling, crowd control, and the like. She's also got her fingers on the pulse of just about anything that might be going on in what would be considered the underworld of al_kufan, and the self-same fingers in any number of pies and puddings. Just as she'll pay her sources and snitches for information, she will herself take bribes in the finest old tradition. But it's got to be worth it for what she'll do or say...she may be a somewhat crooked old whore, as she likes to put it, but she sure as hell ain't a cheap one. Mira is self serving, but not evil. She does have especial sympathy for anything female, especially if it's soft, attractive, and vulnerable seeming, or at least damned good looking. She's a hell of alot harder on most things male, though again, she'll go softer on the more vulnerable and especially vulnerable and effeminate. She's also got a big soft spot for the street kids, and takes a very dim view of those that abuse them. Somewhere deep inside, and way back in the beginning, she truly did want to serve the common good. In some ways, she actually does, though her hands are pretty damned filthy. Mira herself grew up a child of the streets, old before her time, and at one time swore to bring justice to the downtrodden. She's far more jaded now. If not for a few too many early beatings, she may have once been far more attractive, but that's a thing pretty much past. She manages at best to be dignified, in a tough sort of way. Argent, a member of an elder race as yet to be described, villain? Or something else? Argent is a very powerful and somewhat reclusive 'guest'. He's got reasonably vast holdings on the edge of The Secret City, and tends to have a good many visitors with an odd physical similarity to his own. His holdings are said to include dark caverns, and his activities rumored very quietly to have something to do with some form of cult. Lately, even less of him has been seen than is usual, save for in the company of those just a bit too familiar, and that could bode just about anything. He's also been buying up female slaves even more than usual...and there are rumors of everythig from an upcoming pleasure house to human sacrifice associated with that. He himself is about six foot one, of nicely muscular build, exceptionally finely chiseled of feature, and handsome, and looks to be in his mid twenties, and has a peculiarly deep shade of reddish hair that is almost black in some light. He has not been seen without sunglasses since the invention of same. No one knows for certain what he is, but most believe that it probably started out human. Gart, slave trader. Gart is a recruiter, and a wicked son of a bitch. He's one of the biggest slave traders in al_kufan, and as such, is a very wealthy man...or whatever he is. Most say that it's an elder vampire of some sort, though it's hard to be sure. He's been around a long time, and isn't saying himself.Gart tends to be accompanied by two females everywhere he goes: He calls them Miss Silver, and Miss Gold. They are Tall, exquisite creatures with beauty rather beyond mortal. The prime difference in appearance is coloring: One has golden eyes and mid-thigh length true golden hair, ending in thick curls, the other identically silvery hair..true silver, with eyes that are almost metalic and the same shade. Both are over six foot. He leashes them, on and off, one with a gold leash, the other platinum, to match. Both leashes appear fragile. In point of fact, both leashes ARE quite fragile. The women are not pets, though he allows people to think that they are. They are actually dark court fey, and his body guards. For those in the know, Gart's dealings do not extend to Al Kufan alone. He's got fingers in many pies, and there are many who owe him favours. This, and a steep pay check to the Misses, would be included in such. Jeffrey Tyrel, royal spoiled BASTARD, brother of 'Aisha'. Six foot, snobbish yet handsome in that rich blonde WASP sort of a way, slightly tanned, and in good shape from various sports, though known as a partier of epic proportion in that jet set, fast track sort of way. Age 26. Jeffrey was a spoiled brat. A ne'er do well trust fund baby who had no idea of the worth of others, nor appreciation for what he had, and he was weak. Weak, but mean. Or so it appeared. The mean was true enough, though just HOW mean, well, that may not have been immediately apparent. He'd barely scraped by through school having been kicked out of a dozen private boarding institutions growing up. If he would just APPLY himself was one common theme often heard as he grew up. As well, if he would just stop doing such terribly, terribly, destructive things. It seemed as if he WANTED to get thrown out of school. Actually, he did. Jeffrey is actually stunningly intelligent, brilliant, truly. In the same way that his sister is a genius with things artistic, and the building of a foundation, Jeffrey has talents all his own. He's also had access for years, all unknown, or so it would seem, to his father's libraries. Secret libraries. Magical libraries, full of things far more interesting than those taught in his various boarding schools. Libraries terribly difficult to reach when one's away at the latest military academy. Jeffrey's true love and obsession, beyond being one twisted, sadistic shite, of course, is magic. Sorcery. Wizardry. The control of things that humans should not even KNOW about, let alone command. THIS is what Jeffrey has lived for since boyhood. Of course, He thought the fortune should go to him, as the only male heir, and only other child, the only truly DESERVING child. Willy could care less if it did. But he could never BELIEVE this, and the thought of her going to see father terrified him. His money had bought him visits to al_kufan before. He decided that his sister Willy could use a...permanent visit. With the help of a few paid thugs, he dragged her off into the night, intending to sell her as a pleasure slave, and perhaps gamble the purse, or, more likely, use it to finance his very own new business ventures, in the secret city.Sure he'd inherit the works, beyond the very generous trust fund he already had, and sure that his connections would protect him from any possibility of being questioned in the disappearance, the only thing the rotten little shite may have misjudged was just how much he could get away with where all of that would mean nothing, and where the magic he might find could be beyond even his ability to deal... Chantale, The Up and Coming Gladiator Chantale aka 'Chain', fresh meat in the gladiatorial pits, but damned talented. Chantale is quite pretty, and of quite good size. She's just over six foot, and solidly muscled, though with enough padding to still make it look damned feminine. A weretiger of no small skill, her ethnic background is part India, part British, a blend of princess and oversized professor-adventurer from the 1800s. The size came from daddy, her looks are purely those of her mother, otherwise. At one time, a member of a triumvirate, she's now solo, and looking for another way in which to prevent further aging. She's also looking to win the next big bout. Heather, the Vampire Hunter Heather is a diminutive, lovely blonde in her early to mid twenties. She used to be a stripper, but a run in with vampires changed all that. Rescued by Croft, the heap bad vampire hunter, before he himself got turned, Heather went on what she saw as an outright holy mission...slay the preternatural monsters. Of course, this led to making a heap of heap big enemies. Thus would she be finding herself on the auction block as a slave at the gathering hosted by one Jeffrey Tyrel...The only question being, did she come WILLINGLY to better hunt? Lauren Green, ProtoCop, Psychic, Witch: Age 22, Brown Hair, long, Brown eyes, big, with exceptionally acute vision, tallish, 5'10", build large, strong, and with one hell of a rack. Hips, definitely, stomach surprisingly flat, looks like she might be on the fat side, but really isn't. It's primarily solid as brick, with just enough soft to give the illusion. Strong as a damned ox. Lauren is a nice girl from the suburbs, with a few twists, recently out of college, and looking toward twenty to twenty five in law enforcement, and the ensuing pension. She's sensitive as all hell, touch clairvoyant, and sees dead people. She's also got a touch of empathy, but doesn't generally tend to project, just gets very intense feelings from others. She's great for finding people, and things, and can read tarot with often shocking accuracy. She's also particularly good at shieldin, and does, because otherwise she'd be overloaded by the things she'd see. Naturally, she's always been fascinated by things considered occult, and has gotten herself a reasonable understanding of basic witchcraft over her short lifespan. She's a heavy reader, and exceptionally highly intelligent. Deep down, she's a bit of a nerd, but her fashion sense mostly hides this. Very honest and law abiding, but has a bit of a mouth, though this can be hidden by the form her sarcasm takes, which can tend to make her actually come across as naive and somewhat unasuming in some circumstances. More often, She comes off as tough, and very New York, and will do things on her own, and that most girls might find 'embarassing', without hesitation. She's definitely not afraid to go out at night, and does not look the part of a victim at ALL. Deep down, she's quite sensitive. She has a wickedly caustic and dark sense of humor, though, and is far more jaded and cynical than she should be, most things considered. Tends toward rotten luck. Background and Quirks: Good family, though lost father early. Considers herself the black sheep, because her step sister is the pretty and popular one, who went for a MRS degree and fell into a lucrative major, in spite of partying nonstop, not that Lauren's socially inept, or didn't study very hard, nor bad looking, for that matter. She just worked twice as hard to get half as far. Does not get along with her stepfather, who is terribly hard on her, and she can be very hard on herself, too. She's quite a bit of a feminist, and on the one hand, rather looks down at her Stepsibling, even as she tends to be told she should be far more like her, and at times, believes it. She may be sensitive, and have a real thing for the defense of the underdog, and a genuine detestation for bullies, but she's also not in most ways classically feminine. She's more a grown up tom boy, who never has, and never will want kids. (Will protect one unto death, but actually rather detests the little buggers, and in particular, dislikes babies. While most girls squee over the damn things, she'll do all she can to avoid touching one.) Lauren also tends to be a bit on the fastidious side. She bathes with tremendous regularity, and won't go to bed, or even sit on whatever she's sleeping in without at least a quick shower. If hiking and camping, she makes an exception, though she will never pass up a chance to get clean. She tends to keep her apartments and car in pristine, even glowing condition, and has been known to color code her clothing right down to the socks in her drawers. She likes things that smell good, and will generally waft about a scent of vanilla, or something similar, herself, as will anywhere she's staying, and the car. She is currently driving cross country for a job interviews and testing with a series of smaller police departments, while waiting to hear back from a larger one back in Florida. She's aced any tests she's taken so far with near perfect scoring, and is fully capable of passing all but possible the actual weight requirement on a physical exam unless it is pro-rated for muscle. She has exceptional vision. Although she's never so much as handled a gun, Lauren is very, very good with sharp, pointy objects, especially swords, and with archery and throwing knives. She's got basic self defense/dirty street fighting down pretty damned well, considering an overall lack of truly great training, and has a few decent magical defenses, too. She's an avid hiker and camper, and has good knowledge of basic survival for a civilian, and likes to play the sort of non-team sports the boys do, whether around a table, or out in the woods and fields. Her major relinquisment to femininity involves a history of having taken gymnastics, assorted dance, and most particularly belly dancing, and having figure skated. She usually dresses tough, or with her own sense of style when going where she doesn't feel that's necessary, most often in black, with interesting jewelry and she occasionally cleans up amazingly well, historically more for shock value than anything else. Lauren is an avid reader. She puts away somewhere around five books a week on top of any assigned school work, or professional reading she might do. She's been that way since before she hit puberty, and back at 'home', she's got a huge collection of books. About all she carries with her currently is a large duffel full of her favored clothing, a smaller duffel with her favored game materials, and her 'bag', which is actually a largish backpack that contains everything a girl could need to survive for a couple of days under widely varying circumstance. Snake, le FREAK: Snake appears to be about 20, although he's actually a creature considerably older. His looks are wholly androgynous, and at the same time, quite lovely, with pale, perfect skin, black hair, and slightly too large pale gray eyes..or, well..eye. There's a patch over the other one. Snake is a freak of nature, or perhaps just the last of his kind. Either way, he's hermaphroditic, with small, perfect breasts, and full sets of both sorts of equipment. Plus an add on...a retractable second penis, that seems to have a mind completely of its own...or, well, perhaps is fully under his control. He doesn't kiss and tell right away. Snake has found himself (If he identifies himself by gender at all, it tends to be masculine) in the unfortunate position of coming up on the auction block. What actual powers he might have, he's not telling...so far. | |||||||
| Interests: | 53: blood, books, centurions, computers, conflict, cthulu, death, decay, fairies, fear, fey, fighting, games, ghosts, ghouls, gladiators, goblins, horror, hp lovecraft, hp_lovecraft, kim harrison, knives, laurel k hamilton, lycanthropes, occult, pain, power, reading, robert r mccammon, role play, role playing, role playing games, roll play, roll playing, roll playing games, rome, rpg, rpgs, seelie, sensuality, sharif ibn abbas, sidhe, snark, swords, telepathy, the occult, the secret city, torment, unseelie, vampires, weapons, werewolves, writing | |||||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||||
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| Friend of: | 13: auntie_maim, bloody_legion, colleenrunciman, confederatefuck, dwg, hannekemccrimmo, i_luv_tacos, killsvampsdeadr, lusus_natur4e, mercy, omgz_so_evil, saadiira, sharifibnabbas | |||||||
| Member of: | 3: al_kufan, muse_abuse, the_secret_city | |||||||
| Account type: | Basic Account | |||||||
