Of Blood and Roses

[CrownTheEmpire]

Of Blood and Roses...


Werewolves have been in our literature for centuries, many being pictured as large beasts or regular wolves. Well, Lycans are not werewolves, but very similar.

Lycan Legends

Lycans are wolves born with the power to shift into a human in their first year. They are normally taken as a pup by another Lycan, wolves call him the Thief. One way to see if a wolf is a Lycan is by their pelt, size and eyes. Their pelts are normally a more popping color, nothing neutral or drab. Their eyes are the same, the color normally different from the yellow of regular wolves, they are also larger in size.

Lycans learn to stay human, shifting whenever and wherever they please. The do not shift by the light of a full moon, but can if overcome by a strong emotion. They do not go into a blacktop blur of a frenzy when shifting either, but think clearly and can control their actions.

Weaknesses

Common weaknesses is pure silver. It has to be 100% silver to hurt them and the only way to kill a Lycan with silver if stuck in the heart or brain of the Lycan.

Not many other weaknesses are known....

Enemies

Vampires [No sparkles]
Humans
Daemons

Rules

Keep adult content [A.K.A Making babies] out of this rp

Swearing is okay, but isn't needed often

Characters are not invincible or untouchable, got it?

Your character is the four species talked about, the majority are supposed to be Lycans though.

Have fun.


Skeleton

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[CrownTheEmpire]

Name|
Oliver Quinn

Age|
23

Gender|
Male

Species|
Lycan

Apperance|
Oliver is many things, one being that he is quite attractive. The young male has black hair that gives off a raven like effect. In certain light his hair can ‘change’ colors like that of blue, purple and green. His hair stands out quite well compared to his fair skin. His build is lithe and he stands tall at about 6’5”. Many seem to love to color of Oliver’s eyes. They are a bright, clear blue that makes him seem more mature, more threatening, more everything. His attire seems to be many things, depending on his mood.
One thing about him that is uncommon is his canines, teeth. In human form, they look quite sharper than the average human. Oliver has the appearance of a rather intelligent man. He also has a shrewd self-assurance that seems to radiate from him. When Oliver smiles, it is more of a knowing-half smile; as if he knows what you mean, as if he knows everything. He always carries a black leather satchel.
Wolf Form
Now, Oliver doesn’t look like what someone would see a Werewolf as. At shouldered height, he is about three feet standing straight. His coat is a raven like black, similar to his hair, almost always giving a shimmering, slick gleam, like he had just gone swimming. His eyes also stay the same color blue. In his canine form, Oliver has a few different things about him, one being a piercing in his right ear. For some odd reason, it doesn’t show itself in his human form. It’s no more than a silver ring, although, it isn't real silver. He has a black mane that rests on his neck. Oliver’s canines seem to protrude out of his jaw slightly. Really, he looks like a massive black wolf.

Personality|
Oliver is rather intelligent, understanding much. In fact, he went to medical school for quite a while. He is rather mischievous and has a sarcastic tongue. Oliver has the air of a rather shrewd male; nobody knows what he will do. He can be deceiving and is rather quick on his tongue. He can be a rather believable liar.

History|

History, what history? To have a history, you have to remember your past.

Other|
Nupe

[Leon Redfield]

Name| Alex Everheart

Age| 18

Gender| Male

Species| Demon

Appearance| Alex, being a demon, has snow white hair and ruby eyes that, if in the right lighting, glow. He always has a gold ring with a rectangular ruby on top and a heart with a infinity sign in it on both sides of the ring. Alex is also quite thin so he keeps his ring on his right thumb, and he wears causal clothing when he's walking around but when he's in a meeting he wears a midnight black business outfit with a red tie.

Personality| If you thought the arctic was cold then you haven't seen him on his bad days, but other then that he's clam and collected getting right to the point and not one to wait.

History| Alex's parents both died in a "accident" with a priest, and since then he became the youngest head of the Everheart family and CEO of Everbeat, the music corporation that his family owns, and it has grown exponentially over the years.

Other| Alex has a great ear for music and has enjoyed it even as a small devil earning him the nickname with other demons, Satin's musician.

[AiraValkov]

Name| Elizabeth Ivankov

Age| 20

Gender|Female

Species|lycan

Appearance| Elizabeth had long golden blonde hair that has a slight wave to it. She has Dark gray eyes that seem out of place agenst her fair pale skin. Most say there is something hidden behind her eyes though it is to hard to place. She is 5'-5" and has a slim yet athletic build. She wears flat boots and
dark jeans. She had soft delicate features and a stunning smile when happy.

Wolf Form|
Elizabeth, in wolf form, has a shimmering light gray coat almost the complete opposite shade as her eyes. She is a smaller lycan then most but she makes up for it with her incredible speed.

Personality| Elizabeth is a vary guarded person. She likes to keep to herself. She isn't one to be rude. She is kind to thoughts who are kind to her but does not tolerate rudeness or disrespect. Her temper is a little short ended which could get her into trouble. She is a fierce friend and is vary loyal.

History| Elizabeth's past is a blur of memories. She can't fully remember everything but events in her present day seem to always trigger memories. more to come...

Other|

[CrownTheEmpire]

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[AiraValkov]

It was a cool night when Elizabeth stepped off the train. She could see her breath as she pulled her bag over her shoulder. She looked around and saw no around. She was tired. the long train ride wore on her more then she thought it would. she felt restless and itchy. She needed a good run out. Her skin felt two tight. It had been to long since she had last shifted and it was taking a toll on her. She grabbed a taxi and asked to be taken to the nearest bed and breakfast. The cab driver took her into town to a big old Victorian home. "Sundawn Inn" The sign read. She was glad that the owner was still awake and apologized for such a late and sudden request to stay. She she got into her room and settled down until the owners went to bed. She slipped out the second story window and jumped down. She landed on all fours with a soft thud. She stood up quickly and looked around to make sure she hadn't been seen, whipped herself off and headed for the nearest forest.

[Leon Redfield]

Alex was board, he was stuck in a meeting with a representative of "Sundawn Inn" that has been going on for too long and he hasn't gotten to the point, yet which really pissed him off, "Please, get to the point I'm a very busy man, and have some time to myself after this so get to the point." he cut the representative off of his mindless babbling, "O-oh of cores my apologies. Well what I'm trying to say is we need a little more money to grow our business."
"What happened to the money I gave you last time? Where has that gone?" His voice dripping with annoyance, "I'll get the money anyway hold on." Alex got up and left the room but stopped in front of a guard, "Kill him he's oout lived his usefulness." he whisperer, the guard nodded as Alex left the room only to hear gunshots fallow. He defiantly needed a walk tonight.

[AiraValkov]

Elizabeth walked down the street following her nose. With every turn she got more and more restless. She could smell the fresh, lush green space but she couldn't find it. It was driving her mad. She turned another corner and breathed a sigh. Across the street was a large iron gate with a wood sign that read "Pine-Ash Wood" She crossed quickly and ran into the thickest part of the wood she could find. The thicker she got the darker it got. She blinked a few times and the night came alive. She breathed in deeply. She shifted in mid-stride and took off running. The earth under her paws felt cool and soft. And the wind down her back and threw her fur felt amazing. She fought the urge to howl in pleasure She ran in a small area until she stopped to see a dear. It stood frozen watching her as she did it. The urge begin deep within her. She fought back agenst it. Her eyes started to turn red. She knew then she was in trouble. She turned and ran from the large buck. The second she could bring herself to stop she shifted back. She fell into the soft lush moss and breathed in deeply. Her fangs still prominent in her mouth. With every calming breath they began to shrink into her mouth. When she knew she had complete control again she opened her eyes. She smiled up at the starry night. I was in Control...

[Ἐνυώ]

Name|Enyo or Ἐνυώ in Greek.

Age|Looks around 23, immortal

Gender|Female

Species|Greek Goddess of War

Appearance| She has soft features. Her eyes are large and Grey, giving her a innocent look that is all but unknown to her personality. Her ink black hair is breast length. Always is wearing something black and red.

Personality|Quick to temper and violence. Sarcastic, mouthy, and dark. Flirtatious, seductive and alluring to men and women. She loves to play with peoples minds.

About| ENYO is the goddess of war. She was the female counterpart and close companion of the god Ares Enyalios.
Enyo was closely identified with Eris, the goddess of strife. Indeed Homer does not appear to distinguish between the two goddesses. She was also connected with the Anatolian goddess Ma and the Roman Bellona. The goddess of war, who delights in bloodshed and the destruction of towns, and accompanies Mars in battles. (Hom. Il. v. 333, 592; Eustath. p. 140.) At Thebes and Orchomenos, a festival called Homolôïa was celebrated in honor of Zeus, Demeter, Athena and Enyo, and Zeus was said to have received the surname of Homoloïus from Homoloïs, a priestess of Enyo. (Suid. s. v.; comp. Müller, Orchom. p. 229, 2nd edit.) A statue of Enyo, made by the sons of Praxiteles, stood in the temple of Ares at Athens. (Paus. i. 8. § 5.) Among the Graeae in Hesiod (Theog. 273) there is one called Enyo.

Other| Her husband Ares -God of War- is always with her.

[Ἐνυώ]

Enyo walked the halls of the Sundown Inn. Gunshots fired off in the background and made a shiver of delight course through her body. She loved that sound. Flicking her dark hair behind her she moved with the grace of a dancers body to the entrance of the Inn. Ares was at the bar and need to talk to her about their sister, Eileithyia. Currently she's made several women have miscarriages; which truthfully didn't perk Enyo's interest but Zeus found it disturbing. She was annoyed that Zeus refused to talk to his daughter about babies, as if it would murder his pride.

Shaking her head she pushed through the doors, letting the night wash over her and the smell of the crisp air fill her nostrils. The night was perfect and several bars and restaurants held their doors open, slipping soft light and music out onto the cobble walk ways. Ares sat in a booth that bathed itself in the dark corner of the bar.

His dark hair fell over his unnatural blue eyes that framed his perfect Greek chiseled face. He wore a tight black fitted T and dark washed rip jeans. He looked perfect, the body of a model. Which was his earthly profession. Enyo slunk into the booth next to him and let his arms wrap around her.

[Leon Redfield]

Alex walked into the bar and let the smell of alcohol wash over him he felt better now that he had time to himself he scanned the room until a couple in a booth caught his red eye and a mischievous smile played on his lips as he slid his pack of cards out and walked towards them, "Could I interest ether of you in a game of cards?" he asked as he sat down, maybe siting without asking was not good for his demonic health but hay he was a gambler, plus he had a way to say yes, "It's simple, if you guys win or one of you then I'll leave, but if I win then both of you have to buy me a drink." his red eye glowed at the thought of alcohol, he maybe 18 but he was a rich, demonic, gambling 18 year old who loved to drink.

[AiraValkov]

Elizabeth felt all wounded up. She couldn't sleep with the adrenaline rush she was feeling. She needed something to take the edge off. Elizabeth walked out from the woods and looked down each street. one looked quite and sleepy but the other looked like it had most of the restaurants and bars. She smiled. maybe she could get a game of pool out of tonight. She walked until she found a decent looking bar. when she walked in the lights were turned low. She was disappointed to see they had no pool table. She walked to the bar and found a few empty stools near the end.

"And what brings a pretty little baby doll like you into my bar?" the bartender asked with a vary white smile.

"Hey, can i get a Rum and coke?" She asked batting her eyes a little.

"Anything for you baby doll" He said making the drink and putting a swirl of orange in as well. She paid and a good tip and with a wink the bartender moved on to his drunken regulars.

Elizabeth took a swing and was glad she tipped well. the drink was strong. She took a long drink then sighed. Where would she go after this? She couldn't go back. but where was she going? All these questions swirled in her mind as she read over the drink menu.