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NPC's / Brutus Rothchilde
« on: October 03, 2012, 10:32:45 pm »
Name: Brutus Rothchilde
Age: 26
Gender: Male

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Bio: A man from Elyana's past in particular, he's a known individual to the small pack of shifters on the island. Some are more aquainted than others. The rage given him by Luna seethes in his heart, and he wears it like a terrifying and intimidating cloak.

His temper is never very well controlled and animals and most spirits are very aware of this. They tend to shy from him, as do most things not supernatural. His motives remain obscured to all but one. He's dangerous, cunning, magnetic, charismatic, and obsessive. He has a single goal. Securing the mate he nearly had, but lost.
 
ability: shape shifting into a wolf, heightened senses, strength, resilency, the ability to cover his scent, to hide from the eyes

Likes: Unknown

Dislikes: Unknown

Classes: N/A

Equipment: A bracelet of spiritual value that has various abilities within. Money. Contacts.

Stats: total 1500
strength- 300
speed- 150
intelligence- 175
energy to use ability-250
stamina-250
martial arts skills-175
equipment skills-200

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Housing Area / We Cannot Be Forsaken [private and closed, 8/9]
« on: August 09, 2012, 12:28:20 am »
Days passed, blurring into one another. She spent so much of her time studying her targets, absorbing them, their mannerisms, their personalities, their very thoughts and intentions, that she occasionally felt as if she were going insane.

Becoming another person, taking on their being. It was a bit like taking on a new personality, like another being existing inside of you. Little things wore off on her. Vague accents or gestures that weren't hers. It's obvious Sienna is pushing herself. Possibly beyond her own limits, mentally at the very least.

Nera had come home to find her muttering, and strangely, chopping up vegetables. She's her redheaded self, eyes alternately stormy silver and molten gold and entirely focused elsewhere. She seems distracted through dinner, and he can't get a heads or tails of any of it. She mutters in a smattering of languages, one of them clearly a celestial tongue.

She climbed into a bath. All seems quiet for a half an hour as she soaked. The smell of the bubble bath seeped from the bathroom, strawberries and vanilla. And then a scream shattered the peaceful silence.

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