Destral Family Members Wanted

[Natolie Destral]

Natolie Destral (myself) is recruiting members for her Family / Ship Crew.

If you would like to be apart of it, please contact me via e-mail ([e-mail]) or reply to this message with your inquiry.

Please keep in mind that this will be an extensive RP, but free style all the same.

Thank You,
Alisha

[Tria]

Mary Salvatore
Age: 16
Psychic

Abilities: Communication with animals, weather control, telepathy, telekenisis, healing. Mind shredder(Mental attacks, nasty nuts)

Drawbacks: Healing, weather control are -exhausting-. . Telepathy -must- be line of sight unless a previous connection has been established. Telekenesis is line of sight, although inertia can send an object past a corner or behind something. Mind shredder can -only- be used to protect herself or another and she must be in terror. However, mindshredder can allow her to learn skills from others.

[maezyness]

Name: Tessa LaFluer
Age: 23 when she stopped growing older. about 700 since then.
Not nessicarily a vampire yet not quite human.
Height: 5'4
Family Affiliation: Not all may know, but, Tessa is actually the Grandmother to the begining of the Destral line. Only key family members have been made aware of her connection, and only a few are aware of her vampiric/daemonic nature. Her son was old enough to have impregnated a woman who bore him a son, though with Tessa's heritage and the contriversy surrounding her family (For her husband was dead then her disappearance and sons death) the boys mother decided to give him the last name of her family. Destral....

Little bit of background, to be changed should the need arise:

*siting behind her desk the Countess pens her letter. Days and nights nights and days, its all the same to her. She writes furiously, pen moving over the paper with a supernatural speed. When she’s tired, she crawls into her box and sleeps, when she’s not, the shades open and she writes. Writes and writes and writes. What she writes, she lets no one see, her elaborate old world script hard to read over ones shoulder should she let you get so close. Sitting back, she closes her eyes, a soft sigh passing through her lips, pen dropping to the desk, ink stained fingers moving to lay in her lap. All she has left is in this room. Her box. Her body, her......soul. Reclaimed...recaptured. She wouldnt need her box had her body not been ravaged....so so long ago. And her soul. Recently won from the demon holding it. Ahh, so cold and lifeless as it was, it was still hers. Atrophied from lack of use, limp it hangs in her mental closet, useless as of now, but stil once again her own. Satisfaction? Hardly. She cared not for the whispy air of a thing, but had been informed by the witch that to reclaim it would to be to reclaim all that she had lost.....oh how clever the little witch was in her double meaning. Where the Countess had thought it to mean her goods, her land, her.....servents, the little witch had ment her soul and all that had made her human. Little pregnant dog. She'd tasted good. For many many days. It was interesting how good a witch tasted these days....

So she sits, writing now for over a week. Since she'd reclaimed that soul and taught the witch a lesson in meaninigs.....since she'd gotten the grey, shapless thing that she no longer wants nor needs, but holds onto regardless. She only leaves to retreive more candles or sustinance, taking the papers with her, hiding them in her dress. Yes, she still wears the old dress of days past, tight corsett, flowing skirts, hair pilled high on her head, trailing downwards over her cheeks and back. Sighing, she opens those breifly glowing red eyes, turning her head to stare out into the night. Continue or stop? She was at the point in her story where it was...difficult to continue. Her change. The story of her unlife. All of it was almost too much to relive....and she hadnt dewlled on it in eons. So why now? She couldnt say, but perhaps the nearness of that soul made her somehow need.....redemption.*

*she stands, walking to the other window in the room. Lucky. She was lucky to have gotten a room with two windows. Such was scarce these days. Rubbing the back of her neck with a delicate, pale hand, she leans into the windowframe, staring out into the city below. So much had changed....lips curling into a soft smile, rememberance crossing her face....

It had been about 1278 when she had been changed....a woman of 23...new to her marraige to her husband, the Count. Such a handsome man. Jet black hair such as her own, and the brightest blue eyes ever seen on a man. Many said he had been touched by the devil to have such eyes. But, little did they know that not but 25 years later, his bride would be the one to bring hell to their peacefull land.

Married and bred, bearing one son to take the lands when they died. Christophe by name. the little boy looked little like either parent, having hair the color of fire and eyes the color of oak leaves. They'd been happy though the talk was that she'd had an afair. To her knowledge, no other man had touched her body other then her husband....but that was if you discounted her dreams...

Such vibrant, lust filled dreams that in the morning she'd blush from them, appaled that she'd act that way even when asleep. But night after night they persisted...till one eve she awoke in the gardens.

Lowering her head she turns from the window. Perhaps such memories are best left alone. Perhaps its best to just stop now....let everyone beleive her crazy. Burn her for being a.....no. They didnt do that anymore. And medication wouldnt work on her. No. The only thing to do was to take care of it herself. Something to stop these thoughts. Hands clasped to her chest, she lets out a keening wail, red tears slipping down her pale ivory cheeks, the memories she tries to hold back too painfull to relive*

*Her delicate body collapses into a heap, too torn by her pain to remain standing. As if by a switch her cries and wails are cut off, sniffing softly as she blinks into the darkness of the room. Her pain? How long had it been since she'd felt such an ache in her chest...such a longing in her mind? Before she'd been changed. Before the man had come and taken her soul. Before her child had died. Lucky for her. Most mothers would have been torn by greif at the death of their only child....she though had been the one to bring it, sending his soul to his father, along with her own. But now, just that though was enough to make her dissolve into tears.

It was that d**nable soul! The one she'd gotten back. No! She needed to get rid of it, send it back, something! Grabbing at the curtains of the window over her, she hugs them to her body, sobbing into their thick folds as her body hunches over, rocking on her knees as if to shake away her greif.

Finally, after what had to be hours she calms, raising red stained eyes to the window, looking up at the moon above, realizing that its only a few days to the full moon. By the next....by the next full moon he'd said. If she didnt complete her task, then all would be lost. It was a gamble, but she hoped that by getting everything down on paper would somehow release them all. If only it was all as simple as that.

Taking a deep, uneeded breath, she slowly stands, wiping off her skirts, using the curtains to wipe the dampness off her cheeks. Strength. Thats what she needed. Strength and....eyes flash....food. Lifting her head she looks out the window, eyes moving around the streets below. It'd been decades since she'd wandered among them....her choice of dress making her a bit of an oddity...but perhaps....No. She’d stay here and write a bit more. Later. Later she could go out and start the search. There was always time to finish the search for the one who had done this too her family. Perhaps, out there she would find someone that could help her in her cause. For, having her soul was one thing. But, it was another to impliment it and actualy let it moor itself so she could turn to ash and die. Yes. There was much more she had left here to do, and all the time in the world to do it should she so wish...

[shadowstryker]

Name: Lyna Millys
Age: 17
Race: Human

Abilities: Elemental control, empathy, minor telekenesis

Background: Lyna Millys seems as if she is your typical teenage girl but once you get to know her that thought goes right out the window. Born with the uncanny ability to control all four of the elements, Lyna was branded a freak by those within her village. They taunted and ridiculed her because she was different from them and because of that she became withdrawn and tended to stay out of societies eyes.

She grew up more or less alone since even her own family turned their backs on her. She had no home and therefore learned the hard way how rough life can be. But she was determined not to let life get her down and so she trained herself on how to use the powers she was born with. As she entered her teen years she discovered that she also had the ability to feel the emotions within those around her which she learned helped her to avoid those who would seek to harm her. She also learned that she could move things with her mind, but only if she focused hard enough.

She continued with her self training and one day came across a ship that she had never seen before docked at a nearby pier. Feeling that this ship could be her salvation she quickly made her way to find the captain in hopes that she will be able to find a home after 17 years*

[Natolie Destral]

don't forget, controlling the elements takes out mana, so she needs to have limitations as well.

[tigerkytti]

Quote:

Zukai
Ninja Maid
~Yes You Heard Right, Ninja Maid...Not Ninja Maiden!`
~I Can Clean House AND Kick Your Ass!~
~Hyaaaaaaaa!~

Theme: None

Name: Zukai Etsu Dai

Nickname(s)/Alias(es): None

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Birthdate: February 16 (1987)((Since a few people have been confused by her birth date, to clarify it's used in the modern sense to help keep track of her actual age, hence why it's in brackets...lol))

Birthplace: Kyoto, Japan

Race: Human

Nationality: Japanese

Current Residence: Chateau de Destral

Eye Color: Reddish-brown

Hair Color: Black

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 105 lbs

Distinguishing Markings(Tattoos, Piercings, etc): None

Morality: Chaotic Good

Disability: Has a vivid imagination which leads her to do some foolish things, and destroy things when she believes it may hold some threat, when usually they are quite harmless everyday items. A bit on the paranoid side.

Allergies: Peanuts

Blood Type: AB-

Sexuality: BiSexual

Family: None

Class(es)/Occupation(s): Ninja, Maid

Abilities:
All typical abilities of a Ninja, knowing how to walk in silence, blend with shadows, etc.

Weapons:
Giant Kunai Knife, Shuriken, Grappling Hook, Daggers, Kunai, etc.

Other Important Items/Equipment: None

Biography:

Zukai doesn't remember her birth family at all, all of them dying shortly after her birth. She didn't even know how they died or anything like that, all she knew was that she didn't have a family either than the clan of Ninja's that she had been taken in by. From the time they took her, they started training her in the way of Ninja. However, they also taught her how to do housework, basically because she soon became apparent as a poor Ninja, having too vivid of an imagination and a short attention span to learn everything as quickly as the rest of the clan. But her caretakers did not want to hurt the young girl's feelings so never actually told her that they were teaching her cleaning skills because of her poor abilities, and so she grew up believing she had special training as both a maid and ninja, and her clothing would reflect that as she got older.

She would always be making mistakes, imagining that there was threats that weren't there and she'd destroy things constantly. Paintings would end up with no eyes because she constantly thought she was being watched, and many other items would be smashed, or such when she thought someone was hiding behind it, or that it had a sinister intent.

Eventually her Clan became too fed up with the overly imaginative Ninja, considering her to be worthless for her skills weren't great enough, and her cleaning skills were paled in comparison to the amount of things that she destroyed. So, the Elders of the Clan would one day summon her to them with a plan concocted to get rid of her. They told her that they had a Super Secret Mission for her, and that they couldn't tell her the exact details because of how Super Secret it was. All they could tell her was that they wanted her to go to a ship, infiltrate said ship and observe the Captain in their home and everything. The description they gave her was of a generic ship, non descript in details, and didn't give her a specific idea of who or what gender the Captain would be.

However she was just so glad to be so honored that she didn't question it, or even think to ask how she was to know when they wanted her back, or what exactly she was looking for. Entirely excited about it, she had headed out immediately with all of her belongings, and in her ignorance, the ship of Natolie Destral, would be the first one she came across, and thus planned to get aboard her ship...


I also have this character displayed on the general rp board that I have and all are welcome to view it and use it for any and all rp sources and/or needs.

z15.invisionfree.com/WhisperingDreams/index.php?showtopic=83

[Drakol]

((Temporary Character Post - I'll update it when I can but I want to be Mysterious Muhahaha))

The following is a system built character ^^ This is so I can regulate his abilities. based on WoD rulings and Experience via his age.

Name : Lucian Dewayne Chevalier
Age : 21 by appearance
Gender : Male
Concept : Professional Host / "The Face", etc.

Known Abilities : Cryokinesis, Hidden Longevity
Unknown Weaknesses : Insomnia, Cataplexy, Addiction to Coffee. (Others)

Other Traits : Very good Talker, Looks of an Angel

Background : (Still writing this actually -_-'' )

(( Anything you want to ask ^^ Please do. I'll answer questions as they come ))

[jadequinn]

Character Idea for approval/okay:



Name: Lady Kiari "Karen" Otsuka
Age: 25
Place of Birth: Kyoto, Japan

Background (the abriged version, more to show via RP I'm sure):

Kiari was born the first child, of three to the Otsuka Clan, a very prestious family that had long served the royal of family of Japan. Being the first girl of the line to be born in many generations, she was seen as a good omen who would bring the Otsuka Clan even more fame and wealth. Starting at an early age Kiari was trained as a traditional Lady in service to the Royal family. When she was 5 years of age she joined the Royal Dancers, performing for the Royal Family at formal events and functions.

Still while she enjoyed the dancing, Kiari had other ambotions. The world outside of Japan was advancing with new technologies and wonders, and it all exicted Kiari as she read about it in the foriegn newspapers, dignarties from other countries would bring for her. Anxious to know more, Kiari convinced her parents to let her learn the English and French languages so that she may serve as a companion of sorts to the visiting ambassdors of those countries.

One such ambasador took a liking to Kiari, calling her Karen as a pet name. It stuck and even as she pronoucned it "Cal-ren", his fondness only grew for her. When it was announced that one of the Emperor's cousins was to make a bid for her hand at marriage, Kiari fled with her ambasador friend on a ship for Europe. It wasn't that marrying would have been so bad, but it woudl have forced her to live a traditional life, and Kiari wanted more, she wanted to see the world and be part of it.

Unfortanly when the two arivied in Europe it seemed nothing but tradedy befell them. Kiari's friend was stricken with an illness during the ship ride over, subcomming to it just as they pulled into port. Alone and not sure what to do, Kiari wandered the streets, hoping for some sign of where to go and what to do. Her misfortune grew when a local vagrant robbed her of the little money she had.

Now alone and without money she ponders her choices, her feet unknowingly leading her towards Le' Chateu de Destral.


Lady Karen has no special powers, other then she learns quickly. She speaks Japense, English, and Frech fluently and is a very skilled traditional Japense Dancer. She is also skilled at Tea Ceremony and Flower arrangment. Here in Europe her name carries no weight but she is a Lady to the Court of Japan, even if she's fled it for now. Her family, will most likely, come looking for her eventually.