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Akshasha

"It USED to be about the money"

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Sepokku

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This pouch can contain a small number of other things, and is useful for holding things while traveling (among other things).
The region this prized select comes from is known for it's soil which is rich with organics. The blood cured into this specific wine has been given completely willingly by the operators of the winery.
A dark, hoppy lager that hails from the Collenham Mountains. Rumor has it the beer is brewed in vats of dragon scale by blue flame, stirred for centuries by one everlasting man, but none have confirmed or denied this.

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Lavinia Akshasha

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Physical Description: As a drow, Lavinia's skin was ash gray, and her hair an unusual dark black color that had never been seen before in House Akshasha. One of her eyes had been white, the other red; a sign of the pact her family once made. However when she was sired as a vampire, due to the vitae now flowing through her veins, her eyes took on the bright yellow light of the beast within. When she takes pains to hide her eyes, such as through magic she usually makes them a non-assuming brown and rarely takes the eyes House Akshasha gave her. She is average height for a dark elf, measuring just over 70 inches, though still tall for a human female. She's rarely seen without her armor and fur cloak, and usually is carrying her beloved great sword. Her ears taper off and are slightly longer then the average elf before coming to a sharp point. Preferring glamour to actual make-up, and as such her only cosmetic accessory is a red hand-print over the lower half of her face.

Personality: After living for so long, and doing so much, Lavinia has grown quite removed from most human emotions. She still experiences rage, lust, envy, and certainly losing her beloved sword would necessitate loss, though perhaps not in the traditional sense of loss. Her superiority complex is abundantly evident, and bordering on an actual God complex. However she is also a terribly good liar, and knows when to turn on the charm when necessary, though it often behooves her to do so for gnats she could swat away with a thought.

Equipment & Abilities: Her sword; It lasted her centuries, though it had lacked a proper name when she commissioned it, the slayer of her enemies had since been lovingly named Back-Breaker. The sword was crafted by Dark Elf sorcerers and the demons they contracted to help them do so; it never lost it's edge, was impossibly heavy, and gilded with runes. The runes need to be charged, usually with the kinetic energy created through slaying, though sometimes directly from Akshasha herself. The runes can be commanded to release all the stored force, from any part of the sword to varying effects. The drow made the rest of her gear herself; the armor being heavily enchanted to ward off fire, and able to contain magical power like a battery. Her earrings, circlet, and rings also serve as magical batteries through virtue of enchantment.

Remnants of the pact House Akshasha made years ago, powerful magic still swirls in her veins, however it took the unholy Vitae of her sire to activate it. Lavinia has since had millennia to master it and has grown into quite the powerful practitioner. Though she still much prefers simply cleaving through people using her vampire strength and speed, when she can't be bothered she'll breathe life into the elements and watch them kill for her.

Historical Background: She had never seen sunlight before leaving her House, but she found that she missed that fact. Traveling to the surface world proved uneventful, and once she was in the open she vowed never to return home. Too much was to be done above ground in her short life, and Lavinia set out to make a name for her that wouldn't be overshadowed by the name Akshasha. However it wasn't long before she was targeted and swept up by a vampire named Swan. The two worked together as undead bandits for a little over a century before he up and disappeared on her. Lavinia searched the world and killed many looking for Swan but never found him.

So begins...

Akshasha's Story

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat
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"Well, greetings Miss LeBeau," Christopher said. "Now, I'd just like to-"
He was cut off midsentence as the woman tending his wounds began shouting at him. He stepped back, putting a hand to the hilt of his taser. "I must ask you to not do that, ma'am," he said carefully. "Assaulting a police officer is against the law, and it could land you in prison."
He then turned to a girl with patina eyes who chewed out the woman and then turned to him and spilled the beans. Then she gave out a large groan and dropped to her knees.
He started. "Are you alright, ma'am?" he asked, kneeling down.
While that stuff was going on, John slid over to Akshasha and Gabby. "Hey guys," he said, with a casual nod. He turned to Gabrielle. "How ya doing there, Miss Gabrielle?"

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat
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  1. Jeez, nobody in the MV really seems to like the cops so much... :T

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Her head was pounding and she wanted everyone to just shut the hell up. Groaning, Gabrielle placed her head down on the table and closed her eyes for a moment, letting the others get whatever they wanted out despite how badly she wished they would just hush up and go back to drinking or whatever they were doing before the fighting started. Eyes slid open at Akshasha’s words and she knew she needed to say what she had been told, but couldn’t find the words lost in her muddled brain. Hell, she was so out of it, she hadn't even realized that the Vampire was different than last time she saw her.

“Damn it…” She just muttered as the Vampire came over to start healing her wounds before hissing at Richardson. The last thing she needed was more fighting, especially with cops being involved. She fought to formulate the words needed to calm the situation down, but the only thing she could think of at that moment was how she really wanted a steak and mountain dew. That definitely wouldn’t help the situation, but it sure did sound tasty. As she was trying to push beyond the food dancing around in her mind, Becca spoke up and basically explained what had happened. Thankful for that, she just nodded in agreement and gave a simple thumbs up before groaning when Becca told Akshasha off. Her head was pounding hardcore and she just leaned over a nearby trashcan, throwing up all over again.

“Just stop…. stop… stop… STOP!” Gabby shouted and forced herself to sit up, glaring at nothing in particular as she peered around at Becca, Akshasha and then Christopher. “You cops have no jurisdiction in this bar, so I suggest you not threaten any of my patrons again. Akshasha, don’t hurt the damn police… they did help out. Becca, get better. Now, ask your questions or get a drink and stop arguing…” She dropped her head back down again, groaning as she fought to keep from upchucking anymore.

“I’ve been better, John… I’ve been better.” Her words were muttered at the bouncer as her mind tried to figure out how he had moved to her without her realizing it.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat
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Christopher frowned, but he pulled over a chair, pulled out a notebook and pencil, and sat down, looking Gabrielle in the eye. "My first question is who those vampires were, what faction they belonged to, and why they attacked this place. You can take your time, as I understand you are tired from a lot of combat."
The other cops sort of lounged around. More than a few eyed Akshasha warily, but did nothing. John sat by Gabrielle the whole time. He felt kind of guilty about letting her get hurt, and Akshasha kept giving him and the cop the evil eye. So he did what he could to comfort her by sitting there and making sure she didn't throw up her entire stomach.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat
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Becca nodded at Christopher as she steadied herself then to Gabby. The damaged arm hung at her side torqued slightly with hard flotsam under her wrist of bones carried into place. Cartilage sealing shut once more as she winced. The bruises developing on her face painted away in small rows to pale skin again.

"Thanks but I'll be okay, Officer, life already went off the deep end weeks ago. I got all my tears out after heart two started to die. Third time's the charm.", Said the coder with eyes looking him over.

Hood pulled back it revealed hovering black strands quilted between strands of her own brown hair. The back of the neck exposed black sandy rivers knotting on and under the skin some intricate black Icovellavna serving as armor. There were a number of bruises in her skin as well but those stains in the pattern faded slowly away.

"Your organs have healed I can disbond myself soon," said a pair of faint yellow glows within her hair though not quite monotone was quite close.

"Water please," she said to the bartender then squinting patina-eyes as far as she could to one corner, "Is my everything going to hurt, Ducky?"

"Yes." Replied the Ductu flatly.

Becca rolled her eyes taking a drink of water, "Then you stay the heck in there."

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat
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#, as written by Sepokku
"Arrest me?" The Drow scoffed incredulously, it had been centuries since she'd even considered traditional imprisonment. Being transported to a densely populated facility of inmates did have an appealing ring to it. Especially considering she was absolutely famished.

"My first question is who those vampires were, what faction they belonged to, and why they attacked this place."

The attack on the Bar had slowed them down enough, if they dallied for much longer they'd be back at square one. Not to mention the Scourge was quickly running out of free-time. In a calm whisper, the Drow turned back to Gabrielle, "In my line of work there is a thing called 'The Masquerade.' It's a fancy word we use to describe the charade we keep up to hide from the public eye, and downplay the existence of my organization. I'll get... punished, should we violate The Masquerade."

Akshasha snorted with indignation. "Are you serious? You're Terran PD and you don't know who the Sabbat are? No wonder they keep getting bolder. They're a terrorist organization. They attacked cause they're terrorists!" Rolling her eyes, she produced a bottle of Blud, uncorking it with her mouth and spitting the cork into the trash. The fire in her eyes died down a bit as she drank the elixir, Vitae returning and her hunger diminishing. It would have to do as a stop-gap for now.

"Here's the thing Lieutenant, Ms. LeBeau and I are kind of on a tight schedule. Every second we waste getting interrogated by the bureaucracy, our trail gets colder and colder. That being said, information about what transpired here is on a need-to-know basis. Tell your superiors it was a tiff between the Sabbat and the Powers that Be, they'll tell you what you NEED to know." Perhaps she was being a bit haughty, but it was the truth.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: Walter Joseph Kovacs
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The Lieutenant frowned, but nodded. "Very well, I shall ask them. I'm surprised I haven't heard of this 'Sabbat' as you call it-"
A female police officer rushed into the room. "Lieutenant Richardson," she said quickly. "There's been another murder on the Main Street. Same cause of death, some sort of giant blade or cleaver."
"Damn!" Christopher swore, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I completely forgot about the murderer on the loose in this place. We'll have to track him down, soon after I-"
"Uhm, actually sir, someone's already done that," the woman said. "He's-"
"Nah, nah, dame, I can introduce myself. Save your breath," came a raspy voice from the front door. Christopher turned to see a man wearing some sort of strange mask that shifted it's facial patterns, a trenchcoat and a bowler hat. He approached the police officer. "My name is Rorschach. Freelance detective and private eye. I've got all sorts of dirt on this guy. I can tell you on the way out."
Christopher nodded his head thoughtfully. "Yes, that will help plenty, Mr. Rorschach. Very well." He turned to Gabrielle and the others. "If I need any more evidence after the briefing on the Sabbat, I'd like to be able to contact you, Miss... Akshasha, was it? You seem to be very knowledgeable in the area. Farewell." And with that, he, the police officers and the private eye all departed the bar.
All was still in Gambit's Bar for one long minute. Then John shifted around in his seat. "Well, what do we do now? Are we gonna try to hunt down the rest of those vampires out there?"

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: Walter Joseph Kovacs
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When she told Christopher to ask his questions, she didn’t realize that he would be asking her things that she had no idea about. Staring blankly towards him at his questions, she slowly rubbed her nose, her head still resting against the cool surface of the table. While the bartender was getting Becca some water, he brought a glass over to Gabrielle before moving back to his position behind the bar. She simply poked at it, scooting it towards the edge like cat. He cleared his throat and sort of grunted just as she shoved it over the edge and watched it crash to the ground. Her attention returned towards the cop as the ‘tender came to clean up the mess and she blinked, having absolutely no idea what the question was that he had asked moments before.

“Umm…” Gabby just shrugged a bit and grabbed the trashcan, throwing up yet again. Thankfully or perhaps not thankfully, Akshasha piped up and after whispering something directly to the mutant about fancy dances or something like that, the Drow went back to berating the officer about the Sabbat. Nothing made sense to the teenager and words were making her head hurt worse than it had been previously.

“Hurg… so much noise.” Grumbling, Gabrielle closed her eyes as another officer rushed in concerning another murder. Yeah… this place was just so great. Snorting, she upchucked again, her flesh growing pale in the process. While her injuries were being healed by Akshasha, she had lost a lot of blood and had also utilized a plethora of energy that had never been used by her before, at least not for a very long time. She was exhausted and didn’t even want to think about moving, but did want to find her stupid sister. Life was dumb sometimes.

“Bai.” Gabby waved when the police all left, leaving them alone at last. Her eyes slid open just a little at John’s question and she snorted with a slight eye roll. “Dumb Sabbat said… something like even if they all fall, the Sabbat will keep coming for me… and called me a Camarilla sympathizer. He droned on a lot… barely paid attention, but I think he also said that my business is as good as ruined, as if someone hadn’t tried that shit already. Something about the Sabbat and Camarilla will bother me and that a declaration of war has been … declared. Something like that…” Gabby groaned, struggling to sit up as the bartender brought over another glass of water, which she took and started to drink slowly.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: Walter Joseph Kovacs
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Becca turned to Gabby though still breathing fairly hard herself, "We're in pretty bad shape. You gonna be okay?"

The yellow eyes had moved to the top of her hair as Ductu looked at Gabrielle from over Becca's head. While not unfeeling the eyes seemed partly unmoved at wasn't Becca. Concerned for Gabrielle only as Becca was in better shape now. Becca reached out gingerly to Gabby's forearm to comfort though Myrkul's open wellspring pulsed just behind her pale skin.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Prince Lacroix Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr.
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The police began to leave, investigating a murderer and the vigilante who had apprehended him. Faithy and Akshasha seemed happy to see them go. Akshasha did NOT, however seem happy to see the figure in a three piece suit who walked in as they left. "Ah, I see the our source is as reliable as ever." The figure said as he walked in, a man with sharp features and eyes that seemed to bore into you.

Akshasha's hackles began to raise, a visit from the Prince was never good news. Especially considering there had just been a massive Sabbat raid. The man made his way over to Akshasha, ignoring most of the people in the room entirely. "Ah, Akshasha my dear, word of your deeds travels fast. Remind me to give you a pay-raise in the near future. Glad to see you dealt with the situation accordingly." The man gestured slightly to the still-impaled three Sabbat thrown in a heap in the corner.

"Sure... What brings you out here Lacroix?" The Drow eyed her Prince warily, looking for any tell that might hint at what he was thinking. The man's face was as passive as if carved out of stone, betraying nothing. Lacroix glanced to Gabrielle.

"Ah, Ms. LeBeau, I've been meaning to come pay my respects to you and your family. My condolences for what happened to your sister. It's so hard to see bad things happen to good people. Tis why we should take cares with whom we associate." The Prince inclined his head slightly towards Akshasha, implying something dark. "However I did not take a step away from my busy schedule for pleasantries. Akshasha, dear, there is a pressing matter that requires your attention." Without waiting for an answer or addressing questions, he turned to leave.

"Tch..." Akshasha grit her teeth, annoyed, but unwilling to draw the ire of the entire Camarilla. "I'll be back tomorrow night Gabby." Retrieving her Rebar Kebob of Vampires, the Drow quickly hurried after the enigmatic 'Prince,' leaving the bar, and soon after the building.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Prince Lacroix Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr.
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As soon as John heard this guy (Akshasha called him "Lacroix") say "condolences for what happened to your sister", he grew cold. Renee. She was the nice woman who'd hired him. The sister of Gabby.
"Renee? What happened to her?!" John cried, but the man ignored him. Then, Akshasha got up and left with Lacroix. "Wait, where are you going?!" But she was already gone.
John just sat there, confused and worried.

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Gabby shifted her head a little towards Becca, though she was careful to keep from going too quickly with her motions. The notion of throwing up again definitely wasn’t something she was keen on, but thankfully her bile remained where it belonged, her stomach. Forcing a smile on her face, though it was half-assed at best, the mutant shrugged a little. “Yeah, we’re both a little beat up. I’ll be alright, I think.” Would she truly be alright? Hell, she didn’t know, but at least she wasn’t dead. That in itself was a huge plus in her eyes. “You going to make it?” She questioned softly, finding a comrade in Becca.

Her gaze turned then towards the hoity-toity three-piece suit wearing monkey as he sauntered through the door. Granted, he wasn’t truly a monkey, but at that point, it was far more amusing to Gabby to think of him that way, especially with how slimy he seemed to her. When it was clear that he knew Akshasha, the teen wondered if this was the elusive Prince she had talked about earlier. Still sipping on the water and only half-listening to the conversation between the Prince formerly known as or rather, still known as Lacroix, Gabrielle focused on how cool the water was and how it tickled down her throat. So focused on anything else but the conversation, it took her a few minutes to realize he had been talking to her.

“Huh? What?” Gabby muttered, forcing her mind to run through what he had said to her. “Yeah, it’s a hard life being related to Renee, so your condolences are welcome.” Shrugging off what he might have meant, especially since her sister had just been in the bar earlier and hired John, she doubted anyone could have taken out her sister this quickly. Frowning when he made it clear he was taking Akshasha away from her, the mutant started to say something, but just nodded at the Drow. “Alright, see you tomorrow evening if I’m not dead.” Waving a hand, she exhaled deeply and glanced over as John reacted quite differently than she had about the comments about her sister.

“John, there’s no way Renee is dead. She’s probably fine, just being a butthole and hiding out somewhere.” Gabby reached over, patting his arm.

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John let out his breath in a whoosh. "I'm still worried though. I'm not really sure what's going on anymore, but I just want to help."
He then looked around the room. The tables were overturned and broken, as were many chairs, bottles and other things. The place was deserted except for him, Gabby and Becca.
"Speaking of helping, we'd better get this place back into shape before any more customers come by," John said. He looked around confused before saying, "Do you know where the brooms are?"