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Aurea

NAME/ALIASES. Aurea Moretti AGE & BIRTH DATE. 27+ & February 18th, 1996 SPECIES. Aspect GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her or She/They AFFILIATIONS. Lupercal OCCUPATION. Queen and Alpha of Lupercal

History

Bitten wolf. Aurea was born the proud daughter of a proud family line, a familial coven of witches and lycans alike with a legacy pounding in their veins. Forged in Etruria, The Ivy coven had spread across the globe, survivalists that adapted with the ages; Aurea was a witch descended from those that Salem failed to burn. In her veins were the generations of lycans before her and the witches who’d pinned all their hopes on their future daughters. Even as a young girl, Aurea had a penchant for fixing things; she wanted to know how the world worked, and her competitive spirit made her want to be the best. A silver spoon had been placed in her mouth at birth, but even this wasn’t something she felt she earned, and all that legacy became sour when her mother’s mind fell to the will of vengeful spirits. Shepherded into the care of cousins, Aurea was raised under the roof of an auntie who was more matriarch than her mother and an older cousin who was more akin to a father than a brother. A vigil through the long night kept her from running straight and a safe place to come crashing down in case she ever burned out, but Aurea’s destiny was in the moon that she’d always called mother and the family that existed on the fringes. The Ivy Pack was bonded to the coven, a family line that had been bitten ages ago and remained in the proud familial pact. This was what called to her, and this is what Aurea walked towards willingly; the power that flowed through her was wild and untamed, so when Aurea took the bite, she knew that it was an unknowable step toward what fate had in store for her. The Moretti line was secure; her brothers were sovereign and marshal, but her path was still undetermined. She’d find herself reflected in different parts of the world, on the road with nothing but what she could carry on her back, a trailer hitched behind her until she landed in the city that decided the fates of so many. Aurea fought tooth and nail alongside the senate and her brothers to win back the world ripped away from them; when the Fates decided to give her a second chance, Aurea didn’t back down. Soldier. Heroine. Champion. Alpha. Queen of Lupercal, Aurea was not born into divinity; she was not some God’s chosen warrior or favoured victim; Aurea earned her power the hard way; through tears and violence—a pillar among The Ivy, and leader of the most significant pack the world has ever seen.

Connections

Lycaon: Creator of the lycan line, every lycan can trace their bitten heritage back to Lycaon. The First Alpha has allied himself with The Lupo and fought shoulder to shoulder with Aurea during the events of The End. 

Fenrir: A proto-lycan, the lythari has allied with The Lupo, Lupercal, and their new Queen; Aurea has been acknowledged by Sehanine, which makes the Alpha a point of interest to Fenrir.

Nettelia: Asked very nicely to act as an ambassador between the Pyramid and Lupercal, Nettelia agreed because she likes to see women succeed. Also, she knows Octavian is in Lupercal, so this is a way to keep an eye on him. 

Octavian: Allied with The Ivy and residing within Lupercal, Octavian stands behind Aurea, and while he’s dangerous, he’s also a valuable asset.

Abilities

Destined: In or out of wolf form, Aurea has unmatched strength, speed, reflexes, and senses. 

Lycanthropic Blessing: Aurea can turn any mortal creature into a lycan through prolonged physical contact, and with her howl, she can force a shapeshifter back into its original form.

Immortal: Aurea does not age, is highly resistant to magic, her skin is nearly impenetrable, and any mortal wounds will heal instantly. 

Pack: Can communicate telepathically with her pack and perceive the surroundings of her pack when they're shifted, using their sense and seeing through their eyes.

Weaknesses

Silver: Poisonous to her, the metal will burn her upon physical contact. While silver weapons are not able to kill Aurea, they are the only thing that can weaken her or cause her significant harm.

Blessing: Aurea must have prolonged physical contact to turn someone into a lycan, and this blessing must be accepted willingly.

Alpha: Any supernatural creature that looks at her will recognize her as an Alpha.

Lupercal: If the pack completely disbands, Aurea loses her abilities as an aspect and will return to a regular lycan.

THIS SKELETON IS CURRENTLY TAKEN.

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"This is going to hurt." - Valamir

As the Witching Hour dawned over the final round of the Alpha Tournament, the Full Moon and Sehanine’s gaze remained fixed upon the coliseum grounds. Drenched in the blood of lycans, witches, druids, aspects, archfiends, seraphim, and so much more - this anguish and the spirit of wild, untameable violence filled the atmosphere. It permeated the air and soaked into the delicate fabrics that wove the destinies of the people who’d attended Lupercal. The crowd roared and cheered for their chosen favourites because it was impossible not to; the nature of the fight was contagious as countless Gods, Devils, and everything in between took care to watch what was to come.

Valamir did not wrongfully underestimate the she-wolf; quite the opposite, the former druid had been a Visigoth, a Celt, and a Viking across different ages. A Keeper, a King, and an Alpha; he knew when fate was conspiring, and he moved to place himself in its favour. These lycans were weak abominations, and he’d proven as much; one by one, he had put down the very best that Lupercal had to offer: Anders from the Tana, a future Alpha who’d lost the grip on his Fate; Serkan from the Arno, a former Alpha who’d been beaten by his hand. Valamir had let himself go soft once; he did not intend to make the same mistake again. When he was through with Aurea, there would be no question who was best suited to be Alpha, and no one - not even a volatile or a draegloth would be strong enough to take his title from him again. Immortal, an aspect maybe even more potent than Lycaon or Fenrir; he’d entered this tournament to prove something to Eric and himself, and now, with his prize so close, Valamir intended to seize it with teeth and claws.

Aurea is just a girl. She’s a young woman who was a child not too long ago, one who wandered into the woods at her mother’s side and waited long enough to listen to the wolves howl. She was born with magic, and enough of a competitive spirit to make her formidable; her family name helped. Being a Moretti meant something to wolves and witches alike, but it wasn’t the fact that she was an Ivy that put her in the position where she was always trying to fix things. The mechanic knew that sometimes, you had to take apart something at its core to see what was wrong. Aurea was just a girl, a young woman who’d been a lycan for less than a decade, but Serkan was just a boy when he killed the former Arno alpha, and Alek had only been a lycan for eight months when he brought the two packs together. Aurea might not have been anybody’s daughter, but she had a mother in the moon; there were generations of wolves howling in her veins and ancestors who survived the flames of Salem to see her standing beneath Sehanine’s full moon. Aurea had started this for Virgil and The Ivy, but she was finishing this for herself.

The fight wasn’t over quickly; Valamir was more prominent and robust, so Aurea had to be faster and wiser. He’d proven already that once he got his hands on somebody, the fight was over shortly after, but The King was a mountain, and it was only a matter of time before he got a grip on her throat. Under the light of Sehanine’s Full moon, Valamir lifted his fellow lycan by her neck into the air as she beat against the sides of her face with claws and rage that did little but fuel his anger. Dawn was approaching, the moon was waning, and with a breath Aurea partially shifted from lycan to woman, taking advantage of her rearranging bones to heave herself through his clutch before reverting and tearing into his gut with claws and fangs.

Drenched in blood, Aurea stood over Valamir’s body as he barely clung to life. The crowd roared, the moon closed her eyes, and a new dawn had come under the light of day. Fenrir and Lycaon moved to declare the victor, show their support, and stand proudly at her side, three lupine aspects shoulder to shoulder.

The force was immediate; soaked in blood, Aurea felt the influx of strength from every Lupo pack member as she was tethered to them, and they were all drawn towards her. The lycans of the Lupo Pack were now stronger than ever before, more resistant to magic, with sharper senses, and with a distinct awareness of one another. The lycans were apex predators; the pack would descend when one of them was threatened. The she-wolf craned her neck and led the first of many howls.

Aurea, Queen of Lupercal.

Not one to leave her family, the lycans of The Ivy were brought into the fold of the Lupo, with Tripp at their head. Both packs lived side by side, with Aurea at the head of both. The Ivy would protect the boundaries of Lupercal and be an impartial third party when it came to matters within and without Lupercal.

Aurea’s first order of business was to acquaint herself with the council; she knew some of them and didn’t know others, but the council would remain. This was their city before it was hers; she would be their Alpha, but she had no intention of undermining what they’d helped build here. Her eye would be turned towards the volatiles, but while the pack as a whole didn’t have any negative feelings towards them, the safety and comfort of the Lupo were her priorities.

Securing the boundaries was necessary, so all those who volunteered would have paid positions guarding the wall; as relations with the druids and the elves had improved over the last year, Aurea reached out to Zahrya and Nettelia to ask them to act as ambassadors for their respective factions. Both agreed.

Going forward, all who wished to join the Lupo Pack would be allowed to join, the ceremony would take place the night before the Full moon cycle with a bonfire accompanied by the entirety of the Pack. For the four nights that followed, the Lupo would run together. Those who wished to leave were welcome to do so. However, they would need to meet with Aurea first, and then the entirety of the Pack would walk them out of Lupercal.

Newly turned lycans who would join the pack would be partnered with a lycan that was more experienced, but the Pack as a whole would be expected to be supportive. When new wolves run loose, Aurea would meet them and extend an invitation on a trial basis until they can control their shifting. From there, they are free to choose whether they wish to stay within the pack or not.

New businesses are welcome, but only to lycans or those with close relationships to those in the pack: spouses, friends, and partners. While Lupercal would retain its medieval vibes, a grocery store, a tailor, and some clothing stores were on the immediate horizon. Outsiders wishing to open a business within Lupercal would need to lobby for something akin to a license from the Council; they would decide if the individual was a good fit and would be safe to live and work within Lupercal.

In the weeks to come Aurea would work to strengthen the respect of the wolves from Rome, not just from the senate as a whole, but from the druids, the elves, the witches, and the halfbloodeds. The feud with the vampires is archaic and has gone on long enough; they live side by side, and it is time to put their grievances to rest. Druids and elves are of the forest like the lycans, and there’s no reason why they can’t be neighbors so long as they have mutual respect. Zahrya and Nettelia would join the Witch Emissaries of Lupercal to help advise and negotiate with the Lupo Council.

From spirits, demons, dark elves, and seraphim, there was a great deal to learn, and Aurea’s primary concern was that the more the Lupo did not know, the more in danger they were ultimately. She and the council would begin to build bridges between these factions to understand them. In the same breath, Aurea and the rest of the Lupo remained weary of The Eye, and rightfully so. But like the lycans, when push came to shove, The Eye was there, ready to fight at The End of the World to try and save it; Aurea believes there’s so much they can learn through safe, humane research.

Volatiles, draegloths, and deltas were welcome to remain in Lupercal as long as they were not threatened. This is the Lupo’s chance to shine. Those who wish to stay must first meet with the Council, and from there, they would decide if the individual would be granted citizenship in Lupercal. As Nashoba violently killed a delta, pissed on the coliseum grounds, then threatened everyone, he would not be permitted to step foot within Lupercal again. Aurea knew that magic and humanity were not black and white; while useful, be it blood magic or necromancy, her first order would always be to protect her people.

While Aurea held some respect for the higher power that had shone over her final battle, in her heart, she knew that she won by her merit, not by any divine favor. This title is something that she has earned; while it is her hope the pack will be in the good graces of the aspects and archfiends that circle Lupercal and Rome, the Queen and she-wolf have made it clear that as long as the pack is not fucked with, then these Gods and Devils who would try and threaten them won’t be ripped to shreds. Allied with Aurea and The Ivy, Octavian stands behind the she-wolf alongside Lycaon and Fenrir as sentinels of The Wall and the surrounding Fey Forest. Aurea also had a moat dug around Lupercal for the medieval vibes.

Where law and order were concerned, Aurea stood first on the lycans' side. When a crime was brought forward by Rome, she would rather get her people’s side of the story; a pack matter would always be a pack matter, and the Queen was not afraid to bare her teeth to prove this point. Lupercal had holding cells for a reason, community service if needed, and laws in place to protect both themselves and those around them.

Lupercal’s nature would be relatively peaceful. However, these are lycans, so the playful skirmishes and banter of wolves would persist from day to night, and that was precisely how Queen Aurea preferred it. Lycans are allowed to be lycans, wild and free in the forests but safe in the dens of their homes. The moat was dug around Lupercal, the woods were expanded, and Lupercal constructed cabins for deltas just passing through.

As the sun set after the tournament had concluded, the Lupo continued to rally into the night, howling and chanting their Queen’s name as they did. In the forest, the shadowy shapes of several attendees appeared around the draegloth that had desecrated the grounds of Lupercalia. Lilith and Pythia’s Abyssal prayer saw the Moon blotted out; for a few moments, the Forest and Rome were bathed in a dark light rather than the silver one. Hued in a halo of shadows, Nashoba sat on his knees at the center, joined in ritualistic chanting by the Asphodel, past and present: Yurena, Bastien, Markus, Avery, Lucretia, Levent, Efigenia, and Tepiltzin. They’d been drawn here under a compulsion, fully aware but incapable of controlling their limbs; it was only their magic and tongues Oztalun needed: repayment for the power over the dead He continuously blessed them with.

Lilith and Pythia ground the bloodstained sands from Lupercal’s fairgrounds together with the blood of Oztalun Himself, painted Abyssal sigils upon the body of the draegloth, and consecrated a dark pact. Remus, Octavian, Eric, Enfenim, and Arakhor looked on, protecting and shielding this sacred space from magical detection or purview.

The moon broke from the Abyssal spell, and silver light spilled across the Fey Forest again, but those who’d conducted this ritual were gone their separate ways again.

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Congratulations to Aurea, next Alpha of Lupercal! Well done Mayer <3

The members and allies of the Asphodel, past and current, are still under Oztalun's control; he's not as nice as Pythia.

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"The people who think you are weak have not yet noticed the wolf hiding in your eyes or the flames burning in your soul. Let them think you are weak and do what wolves and fire do best: surprise them when they least expect it." - Virgil Moretti

A rumble ripped through Lupercal, its origin unknown; it began quiet and then rose into a scream. A wailing cry that pierced louder than a banshee's screech reverberated around the walls and brought the citizens to their knees. From Archfiends to mortals, it was enough to draw blood, reminiscent of the time fold almost a year prior when the Asphodel assaulted Knossos - it ended, and the world was right again. Most, save for a few, were unaware of what might have caused this.

Warm beer was floating around again, along with the widely popular milk bone wine, and the games were back on as the sun set over Lupercal.

The much-anticipated semifinals of the Alpha Tournament began at dawn. The opening fight saw Serkan and Valamir face off, Alpha against Alpha; Serkan was clapped, folded, and sent on his merry way with a spring in his step.

Next, Aurea and the prophet of Sehanine, Davheira fought one another. While the lythari promised not to humiliate Aurea in front of everyone, Aurea confidently did not promise to return the favour. Magic and power flowed from the lythari, Sehanine’s chosen, who saw this Tournament as an extension of her ambition and had designs to remake Lupercal in her image - a city and temple to the elven goddess. Aurea beat him from his dire wolf form and back into his elven form, and then she continued hitting him until she felt that her point had been proven: don’t count her out.

The final round of the Alpha Tournament would take place immediately; the full moon wasn’t set to come until the 24th, but as the two lycans made their way into the arena that was consecrated with the blood of every competitor that had stood within for the last three days, the moon brightened overhead. The Quarter broadened as it was shown in full brilliance above, a phenomenon never before seen in the mortal realm.

Fenrir, Boranehn, Drizzt, and the battered, barely conscious Davheira would recognize the anomaly: Sehanine Moonbow had turned her eye upon the arena, and others as well had appeared within the crowd as a maiden, a mother, and a crone sat shoulder to shoulder sharing a patterned ball of yarn; the Fate of more than just Lupercal would be decided tonight.

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The full moon appeared as Aurea and Valamir stepped out into the ring.

The next final fight begins immediately, with the outcome posted in four hours. Sunday, February 25th at 3am.

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"I'll make you curse the first kiss your mother ever gave your father." - Nashoba

Dawn rose over the third and final day on Lupercalia. The stands had finally been completed, and while most of Lupercal was covered in litter, the party continued. Lycans, witches, vampires, druids, seraphim, and archfiends alike stumbled through the streets. Bumping into bizarre-looking monsters that had crawled across the veil with a smug look and vaguely Eurocentric features.

Competitors and spectators alike made their way to the stands to watch the beginning of the exciting climax that had been building over the last few days. All Fours had never sold so many bar nuts, The Waffle House's windows had been blown out, but that didn't make a difference, and anyone was giving their two cents on who they thought would win it all.

Folded and bodied, Valamir put Anders down as the unexpected former Alpha. The King made it clear to everyone that he intended to win this tournament and seize Lupercal's control. Anders had a lot of cake that had been going to waste, so he was just happy to feel included as he limped away from the battlegrounds. Serkan and Adamo would go toe to toe next; spectator John reminded everyone that phrasing was a thing and then watched as everyone’s favourite dad friend got beaten to a pulp by the former Alpha of the defunct Arno pack. It was a genuinely embarrassing sight, but this meant the next round would pit former Alpha against former Alpha. Serkan was quivering with anticipation, as was Xerxes. 

Nash strode out ahead of his match, looking confident, still caked in Jerry's blood. The draegloth shifted into his four-armed, monstrous form as the sky seemed to darken above; a cold chill ran through the air as death took notice of the brute before he made his proud proclamation. 

"Lycans have been pushed to the outskirts for as long as I've been one. You all talk about loyalty like it's something any of you have. You push these volatiles, these draegloths to the outskirts because you fear us. You fear everything that we are because you have chosen not to understand it. So you push us away just like everyone else pushed you away. Volatiles. Draegloths. It makes no difference what we are because we're not what you wanted. Fear is my weapon though. I'll show you all fear. And anyone else who is sick of this superiority masked as inferiority can join me. None of you are better than us. You just have been pushed so far down that you think that you are. We'll give you all a reason to fear us though. Volatiles. Draegloths. Lycans. You can join me if you deem yourself strong enough. If not? Well, you saw what happened to poor Jerry."

Many booed, but others took note; the restlessness that Nash spoke of was reminiscent of the disrespect that Alek had echoed one year prior, that Pythia had proclaimed the night of the Halloween massacre. To punctuate his disrespect, Nashoba opened his fly and desecrated the coliseum grounds before spitting on the dirt and stalking off. 

Aurea was declared the winner by default.

After Remus’s fight with Horus the day before, he was too injured to continue on with the Alpha Tournament.

Davheira was declared the winner by default.

The semifinals, as well as the final round of the Alpha Tournament, would take place after sundown and last until the wee hours of the night.

This coliseum-style tournament went much better. By day three, the lycans of Lupercal had finished the construction of the stands, so there were even places for everyone to sit. Much more organized, the Emissaries took control of the event from the council and had the creatures contained and orderly as the rosters were diligently lined up. 

Dumah and Hayliel competed first, pitted against three cyclops; after the one-eyed creature came down with a wicked scurvy, it was quickly killed. Hayliel insisted that he could help, but Dumah emphasized that he didn’t need to, and the pair advanced to the next round. Dante and Anders were set loose against a pack of captured dire wolves, but they were set up because no one wanted to see the doggos get hurt. They forfeited, and Dante got bit on his bony ass on their way out. 

Lucas and Damian went up against one Demogorgon, which was pretty small too. Kind of the runt of the Demogorgon litter, people were beginning to suspect that the odds were stacked in favor of the Lupo Pack, but that was lies and slander. Nicolas and Dionaeia went up against five ogres, a blatant example of how the odds were stacked against them, but the two made short work of the monsters before Dionaeia spat on their dead bodies

Wade and Cruz went up against a dracaenae and were bodied entirely. There were questions about where the Lupo got their hands on such a dangerous creature, but that was no one’s business but their own. Wade and Cruz, despite being darkfriends, didn’t want to expose themselves, so they fought with the relative tomfoolery that one would expect from a couple of unwashed pieces of sheet metal. Nobody took them seriously, but in their hearts, they knew they could have been way cooler about the whole thing if they had wanted to. 

Luna and Soren were pitted against a swarm of stymphalian; while they put up a good fight, the stymphalian were endless, and the two were swallowed whole by the broodmother before they had to be fished out with laxatives. Ariston and Cedric faired much better against a trio of hellhounds; the pair would advance to the finals. 

Aurea had the semifinals for the Alpha Tournament ahead of her, so after she and Tripp clapped the cheeks of the centaurs they went up against, they backed out of the finals to grab a couple of drinks instead. Morgana and Fenrir went up next; it didn’t matter what they went up against because their entrance into this competition was utterly unfair, and they wrecked the monsters they went up against. 

Serissa and Maddox didn’t last long as the dracaenae appeared again, but they gave it the ol’college try. Elias and Jonah went up against the creature next and also got their asses handed to them. Still, Elijah, with the surprise assists from Sinbyrn managed to beat the so-far undefeated dracaenae. Elijah didn’t do much, but the drow warrior needed a partner, so she dragged the first creature she saw into the ring with her. 

The finalists decided: Dumah & Hayliel, Lucas & Damian, Nicolas & Dionaeia, Ariston & Cedric, Morgana & Fenrir, and Elijah& Sinbyrn competed gladiator style in an all-out battle royale. 

Naturally, Morgana & Fenrir won. Anyone who thought they were beating that combo was fooling themselves. 

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Congratulations to Morgana & Fenrir; both characters won trips for two to go see Cirque Du Soleil.

At dusk Serkan and Valamir would fight to see who would compete in the final.

Shortly after, Aurea and Davheira would fight to see who would compete in the final.

The results will be posted at 11pm on Saturday, February 24th.

The final wrap-up will be posted at 3am on Sunday, February 25th.

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welcome to rome!

Taner Yavuz ( Phobos ) played by Cheryl

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welcome to rome!

Elvana ( Baba Yaga ) played by Beca

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"You are wrong. The Gods abandoned you a long time ago. There's no way you can win." - Fenrir

The Six were back. At least, that’s what some people thought. Aegnor caught a glimpse of Titania in her prime, cheering amidst the crowd as vines of shadow wrapped around a competitor and strung them upside down. Rhiannon heard Ezekiel’s voice whooping from the stands as her blade of mage’s bane cut through a witch’s spell. Hakan caught a glimpse of his progeny and Rowan asked his flavor of the week what they wanted to drink and heard Gabriel’s voice: “Liquid courage,” when Rowan turned towards it, he saw Gabriel's face, but once he blinked, the dhampir was gone.

Lucas was feeding some stray cats as he prayed to the Gods for good fortune in the fights to come. Muttering under his breath, Marisol asked if he was talking to himself again, but when he looked up he only caught a glimpse of her smile before the reaper was gone. Uriel was waiting for Logon to come back with something warm when Adatiel sat down beside him; she asked, “Who’s up next?” But when Uriel turned to look at his sister Death, no one was there but Logon approaching with mulled wine. Sat alone in the beer tent, Efigenia enjoyed a quiet glass of red alone; naturally, she’d conjured it from home because she would not be drinking the lycan swill or the milkbone-enriched variant from Old Frascati. Her glass, nearly empty, a hand moved and refilled it for her. Efigenia noted signature cufflinks and the suit that went along with them. She didn’t look, but when she mumbled her gratitude, she heard Kaan’s voice. “You’re welcome.” 

Echoes. Memories of the departed lingered about the event. The Six were gone but refused to be forgotten. Family, friends, and strangers alike caught glimpses of them over the days; they heard their voices, felt their hands at the back, or felt the warmth of their presence, but only for a moment.

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Everyone with connections to The Six (and those without) would have at least caught a glimpse of them at some point; we love pain.

Post on the 23rd will tie off the smaller events from Day 3

Post on the evening of the 24th will announce the finalists in the Alpha Gauntlet

Post on the morning of the 25th will announce the next Alpha of Lupercal.

See below the winners of the All-Fighter Tournament, The Singles Gauntlet, and the First Round of the Alpha Tournament.

Open Lycan Gauntlet

*Bragging rights and Free Drinks for 1 year at All Fours

Jovial, fun, and good-natured fun among lycans. The gauntlet opened exclusively to lycans, and saw them balance on wooden beams hammered into the ground. This was Alek's idea because he thought it'd be funny if someone fell and cracked their head; he also forgot that he'd signed up for the fight.

Napoleon tackled Carmine early on, and the two fell, making out when they hit the ground. Connor claimed to have better balance than Anders, but with one sharp shove, down he went. Regina and Flora seemed to be the only two people taking it seriously until Tripp threw a stick, and Regina lost her balance when she had to duck it. Lucas's shoes came untied, and Damian was still weak in the knees from the events surrounding Lupercalia. Lain was still recovering from the day before and ended up keeling over as soon as the gauntlet began.

One by one, they fell like dominoes until only Flora was left standing.

Alpha Gauntlet (Round 1)

Enriched by the emissaries' powers and the Lupo pack's joint ambitions, those competing for Alpha were compelled to put their all into it. Violent, brutal, and relentless, the person who would ultimately win the Alpha Tournament would be someone destined and deserving for the position chosen by the Fates themselves.

All eyes were on Lain to see if he would pull something out like he had in the preliminary round, instead he got the shit kicked out of him by Serkan. As slicked up as Kayce was in olive oil, he was no match for Adamo who seemed suspiciously good at wrangling greased-up men. The unexpected arrival of Anders from the Tana Pack made him an instant crowd favourite, while some people didn't understand what they saw in those vacant eyes it wasn't his face that they were looking at. After beating Flora he quickly lost the crowd's favour.

Eric was ready to give Alpha the old college try but was dragged up and down the ring before they were tossed into the stands. Davhy had something to prove, Sehanine's chosen lythari, first blessed in an age; he dedicated the fight to Moonbow and while the crowd grumbled and rolled their eyes they looked on with some amazement as the lythari transformed and then beat the shit out of The Noble.

Remus wasn't a lycan unless he wanted to be, people didn't really know what would happen if he won Alpha but it didn't seem fair. He transformed into a dragon, tossed Nidhogg a wink, and then flung The Rancor comically far. Max thought that he'd have it easy fighting Aurea, but he was wrong, and the fight was over before he even had a chance to shift - his arm broken as a clear reminder. Jerry (an omega who'd been kicked out of his pack for being weird) fought Nash and it didn't really go well; the draegloth transformed, tore the lycan in two with his four arms, ate his heart, and then pissed on the body in front of everyone. Nash whistled as he did before he shook a leg and walked off. Smell ya later.

All Fighter Gauntlet

*winner receives bragging rights and free waffles for 1 year at the Waffle House

Once again, Remus strode into the arena, ready to lay waste to yet another competition. The fighters that had stepped forward were all some of the strongest and the best of the best. The fairgrounds could not contain the altercation that spilled forward as any laws that might have bound the fighters outside of Lupercalia held no bearing now. Lycans battled against dragons and fought against archfiends, demigods, aspects, fallen aasimar, and drow alike. Sorcerers were embedded and enriched with magic, fortified by changelings, and outside forces. There were no restrictions; the last person still standing would be declared the victor.

Remus was a seasoned veteran of one of the most significant wars the mortal realm had ever seen, an heir of Mars reborn through Abyssal magic. Horus, the son of Lathander the Morninglord, the greatest warrior of the Seldarine, and a force that had not been seen for thousands of years. In the end, they were the only two left standing; Remus prepared himself to copy the other's power to add Horus's ability to the aspect's long list of abilities he had gathered today. Fenrir. Sathanas. Morgana. Nidhogg. Abaddon. The list went on and on.

Horus's wings spread wide as authority manifested over the God, and Remus burned. Scorched through by divine fire and incapacitated as the crowd roared Horus's name.

Gladiator Tournament (Singles)

*All inclusive spa package for one at the local bathhouse, complete with a happy ending

Disaster. Absolute disaster. The tournament was meant to be contained exclusively to the fairgrounds, however, things quickly got out of hand. Akephaloi, aeternae, demogorgons, eidolons, hellhounds, kelpies, golems, stymphalian, and wyverns ran wild went they broke out of their enclosures. As it turned out, the lycans of Lupercalia knew absolutely nothing about the storage and care of supernatural creatures.

Fair was fair though, so only those competing in the singles tournament were allowed to hunt down the creatures and either slay them or incapacitate them. New rules were hastily rewritten so the person with the most kills or captures would win.

For an hour, chaos ran wild as the hunters went to work; in the end, there was a tie between Nidhogg, Sathanas, and Octavian; a three-way fight was held, and with his flames, the archdruid stood as the victor.

#senatus.event #senatus.ii.i #senatus.lupercalia2024

[senatushq]

I remember a friend telling me to join this place months ago but not that I got time I don't see any advertisements and such for it but see the new characters posted. Are you guys still open and active or a closed/invite only type of place now?

Hello, definitely more closed/invite only; you're welcome to message us off anon.

#answered

[senatushq]

"LETS GET READY TO RUMBBLLLLEEEEE" - Lycaon

Held over three days, Lupercal’s doors were open as Lupercalia began. A path was laid through the fey forest so anyone who wished to attend could find their way through the enchanted woods. The council and its emissaries were putting everything they had into making Wolfchella something that would show off the independence and strength of Lupercal. A spell of oblivion had been placed over the town, any humans that looked at the walls wouldn’t remember anything supernatural that occurred within. They’d remember iconic bands like SlipKnot, My Chemical Romance, Twenty-One Knots, The Howling Pumpkins, Wolfgarden, RadioKnot, Lycan in Chains, Jane’s Dog, The PupSpring, Yeastie Boys, Knot Mouth, Counting Crows, Rage Against the Suppressants, 3 Knots Down, Stevie Knots, Knot Doubt, Nine Inch Claws, Pearl Jam, Red Knotsuit Apparatus, AB/O, Linkin Knot, and Weezer. Two new bands also premiered, “Dawg in You” with Anders, Connor, and Dante and “Huntress” featuring Harlow, Paloma, and Milena.

The food stalls served such delicacies as hamburgers, hotdogs, and cheese fries. Anybody looking for more decadent cuisine could swing by the Waffle House where they served waffles at a marked up price. Everyone’s favourite lycan dive-bar, All Fours, offered free beer nuts to anyone who bought the drinks they were best known for, warm beer. Old Frascati was handing out wine curated to lycans, six times as strong as regular wine with notes of milkbones.

Humans would remember the skirmishes, the gauntlets, the fun, the games, and the prizes; they would not remember anything mystical. Anyone seeing the supernatural for the first time would consider it completely normal, and then promptly forget about anything strange. Upon entering people would register for events: Capture the Flag, the Contest of Strength, the All-Fighter Gauntlet, the Lycan Gauntlet, the Coliseum (Singles), the Coliseum (Doubles), and the much anticipated Alpha Gauntlet. By the afternoon, the rosters had been posted and the competitions were set in stone.

Day One of Lupercalia saw the opening contest, Capture the Flag, a friendly skirmish between two teams, followed swiftly by the contest of strength. To close off the evening, the Opening Rumble of the Alpha Gauntlet would take place, securing the roster for the first rounds of fighters. Day Two of Lupercalia would immediately kick off with the Open-Lycan Gauntlet, followed immediately by the first round of the Alpha Gauntlet. The singles tournament would be held in the early evening, and to close out the night, the All-Fighter Gauntlet would be held. Day Three of Lupercalia would open with the second round of the Alpha Gauntlet, where the finalists would be decided. The afternoon would have the Doubles Tournament and after sunset, the semifinals of the Alpha Gauntlet would be held. Immediately following the final round would commence.

See below for the list of prizes, ooc info, and who won Capture the Flag, the Strength Contest, and who will be entered into the first round of the Alpha Tournament.

ooc info:

Capture the Flag: Buy one Get one Gelato, coupon is only valid until February 18th.

Strength Competition: Gold-Plated Dumbells

Open-Lycan Gauntlet: Free Drinks for One Year at All Fours

Singles Tournament: All-inclusive spa package for one at the local bathhouse, complete with a happy ending.

Doubles Tournament: Trip for two to see Cirque Du Soleil

Alpha Gauntlet: Alpha Status

Post on the 19th saying who won the things from Day 2.

Post on the 23rd saying who won the things from Day 3.

Post on the evening 24th saying who are the finalists in the Alpha Gauntlet.

Post on the morning of the 25th saying who will be the next Alpha of Lupercal.

“Fuck Alphas” won 🙂

While it seemed obvious that the demigod with the “Super Strength” ability would win, Remus confidently walked up, copied the demigod’s power on top of his own, and then won the gold-plated dumbbells. It seemed obvious that Remus intended to win every single competition just to flex on Lupercalia.

Released into the fairgrounds in an all-out brawl, over fifty lycans battled it out, those left standing after an hour would make up the first round of the Alpha Gauntlet. While most assumed Lain would be beaten into a pulp, he fought like he was possessed, foaming at the mouth, rabid, and holding an insane amount of strength, when the final bell went off and he shifted back he immediately collapsed. The Doctor would later discover that while he was under the influence of an unknown substance, there were no rules against performance enhancers.

#senatus.plot #senatus.ii.i #senatus.lupercalia2024

[senatushq]

welcome to rome!

Reid ( Original Character ) played by Shane

#senatus.accepted

[senatushq]

"Seems to me, the last person standing gets final say on who is right or wrong." - Corellon Larethian, God King of the Seldarine

Anyone with intuition could feel it, demons were the most sensitive to the shift, spirits especially. The Inferno was gone and the gods, demigods, and various aspects who relied on the comforts of Elysia, Elysium, and the other afterlives no longer could. The Archfiends had chased many from their divine homes, and the Inferno had dissolved entirely; the Otherworld was flooded with demonic forces. Where The City of New Dis once stood was a crater, a hole punched through the foundation of the Otherworld, through the Underdark, and into the outer rings of the Abyss below. 

The Court of Drow came upon it first, they’d been charged with securing the boundaries of the Otherworld from creatures like the amphisbaena or Koh; entities along with countless other Fiends previously kept at bay by Titania’s protection. Where once the might of the fey shielded the mortal realm, now it fell to the workings of sorcerers and priestesses; Lloth’s will. Fiends that crawled from the Lake of Dis below were hunted, captured, or dispersed by the forces led by Somniar, Felandaris, Amadeus, Nyloth, Severon, Faerinaal, and Nidhogg. Sorcerers through their training contended with the magic of the Abyss, demonology was a focal point for their arcane training, and shielding the hidden ways into the mortal realm as well as the Court itself was a simple enough measure. 

What remained was the truth that entities like Archfiends would continue to crawl from the Abyss, or send their emissaries in their place. While it would be difficult for these forces to step into the mortal realm physically; the Greater Demons and Original Vampires had proven that it was still possible through possession. Another truth was that they were not alone, the Draconic God Oztalun was revived, risen in new Abyssal glory. Druids could feel his return and would feel their sense of indebted loyalty towards the deity once more. 

From the distant places of the Otherworld, Titania’s erasure eliminated the last of her longstanding protection, the eyes of many turned their gazes towards the mortal realm. From long-forgotten places they had already begun to stir: Oberon and his lorendrow who sought a home free of plague, and the Dark Seldarine who’d been silent for ages had begun to whisper once again. Eilistraee had already made herself known, Vhaeraun had forged an aasimar into a scourge, and as Lloth wove from the Demonweb Pitts, her generals gathered again. The dark elves could feel this just as surely as the high elves could feel their old patrons walking among them once more; Sehanine’s lythari had brought their faith to the mortal shores. Sune’s love shone upon the sun elves, through the miasma of decay the face of a trickster snickered from beyond the veil, and whispers of a dark but proud cold bellowed from the mountains of the lunar elves.

As the senate met in preparation for the upcoming Lupercalia, rats scurried about the Forum, in the center of the hall they formed together, their exposed brains indicative of their drow nature as the cranium abominations that were under Somniar’s control. He told the members of the senate: the senators, marshals, ambassadors, and emissaries alike that Oztalun had risen, and that he was behind the Abyss opening; the spellplague that had destroyed the elven empire and the proto-drow could very well be at their door within a year. From Felandaris he relayed that members of the Asphodel, past or current, would remain bound to Oztalun’s will. From Nyloth the Inquisitor informed the senate that the Seldarine would seek to make patrons of not only the elves, but the rest of the realm as well, and that only creatures of the Abyss were immune to the effects of the spellplague. She had seen firsthand how it devastated the elven empire.

The emissaries of the elven court observed that Farenduil had been infected by the spellplague, but by purging his magic, he was cleansed of it as well. Eren proposed that it was clear that the Abyss did not have power over people without magic; those who’d had it destroyed within themselves by Seraphim, and those who’d been purged of it by Nettelia were no longer beholden to the call of the necronomicon. Still, a truth remained that perhaps there were other ways to separate from it, or to somehow cure the spellplague. Yurena was quick to point out that it had been made clear that those who wished to leave the Asphodel could sacrifice the person they love most, but beyond that, she knew of no other way. 

The business of the Otherworld set aside, another matter needed to be contended with. As Octavian had been ostracized from the city, and the known members of the Asphodel had been captured, stripped of their magic, and imprisoned, others needed to answer for their war crimes as well. Eve had confided in Lilith the weakness of an original vampire long ago; naturally, Lilith then gratefully passed the information along to the various disciples of Pluto who had been betrayed; the problem they were encountering was that killing an original vampire had far-reaching implications that they did not yet understand.

A deal was struck, and with Otherworldly stakes gathered and blessed by Trivia, Senator Xerxes, his marshals, and others with an axe to grind impaled the vampire and petrified him. Given to Trivia to conceal so that none from his line would ever seek to release him as a gesture of goodwill Lilith very kindly offered to take the original vampire’s body off of her hands; bound by Trivia through an unbreakable oath, Lilith would not allow the creature to be killed or resurrected. High Priestess of the Abyss, she buried him deep within the pit in a sanctum that she had claimed as her own, and it was there that Pluto would remain trapped for eternity. She dribbled blood into his mouth so he’d forget himself entirely, he'd remember only an existence of pain, petrification, and the frequent nightmares where the High Priestess of the Abyss would visit him. 

ooc info:

Pluto is closed and will not be made playable.

Helen is also closed and will not be made playable.

Lupercalia will begin February 16th at 11am.

There will be 3 drops to the event, February 16th, 19th, and 23rd.

Again, this is a mini event so the drops are just "it starts," "these people won tickets to cirque," and then "this is your new alpha."

Any senate-connected character will now know the inferno is gone, Oztalun is back, and he's somehow connected to the Asphodel.

Nearly all members of the Asphodel, past or current, are still enthralled to Oztalun.

#senatus.ii.i #senatus.plot

[senatushq]

welcome to rome!

Salacia ( Amphitrite ) played by Dany

#senatus.accepted

[senatushq]

NAME. Violet Sinclair AGE & BIRTH DATE. 34 & November 20th, 1989 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/her. SPECIES. Human ( Darkfriend ) OCCUPATION. Bartender at Killjoys FACE CLAIM. Phoebe Tonkin

biography

( tw Child death, blood, loss, satanic rituals, dismemberment) Violet came into this world in the usual way, she had parents who loved her and an older brother who guided her, looked after her and fought for her. She came home a happy bundle of joy to the golden retriever who waited for her, they were an ordinary family who took up residence in the two story house on the corner of the block. She played outside as she grew up and she feared for nothing, the world was open to her and all that mattered was the love was there. It had existed before she had lost it all. She remembers her mother screams, her cries as she found her son's broken body at the forest line behind her house. She was seven and she didn't fully understand, she just knew she would never hear her brother's laughter again or feel his hand on her shoulder. It was an animal attack they claimed, only Violet remembers the wolves who had howled only days before her brothers body had been discovered and she wouldn't forget.

Her parents would go next in a terrible chain of events, they were meant to live an ordinary life full of love but destiny had other plans before she would reach adulthood. Rome had become a dangerous creature full of monsters and the Sinclairs paid with their lives. Her mother would attend grief counselling sessions in the city while her father worked late night shifts to keep the roof over their heads and she made the mistake of passing by the vampiric nightclub on her route home when a thirsty vampire stepped out, her body wouldn't be discovered as it been made rid of, covered up by those with a seat on the Senate. It didn't matter how her family proclaimed that her mother would have never left her last living child and her family behind, the missing person's report was sealed without conclusive evidence.

Her father became lost in his grief but he tried to weather the storm, he tried to be the last light that Violet had in a sea of darkness but he tried to find answer for his son and wife that he lost and when he was found, he had knocked on the wrong doors and his head was found in a witches circle with rituals of blood magic and satanic worship left behind.

Violet was alone, a fire burned within her and all she knew was the pain of grief when a family of hunters would take her in. They had treated her with care and caution, they didn't place a blade within her hands or push her towards training, she had a burden to bear that was too heavy for such a young age. Eventually, she approached them to learn the ways of a hunter. She wasn't raised to fight but an anger had never quieted within her for her family that had been taken and she wanted justice, she wanted to protect those that she could and she wanted to put the pain to use.

She had free access to their journals and weaponry and they taught her what they could, every step in her training was by her own choice and pursuit. Violet learned how to kill and how to destroy supernaturals, ones that her hunter adopted family helped her to understand what had happened to her biological family, a mystery that had been shrouded in shadow.

Violet came home with scars, with open wounds and one night she almost didn't come home at all. A blade through her chest and she lay there dying when she heard the voice, a static voice that seemed to come from within her blood that poured from her wound -- it offered her a gift, an ability to live through any harm that might befall her as long as long as she kept to her violent ways and with a sinister smile, she took the bond and joined the Brotherhood. Serpentine skin grew on the back of her neck and she had become a darkfriend.

personality

+ Resilient, compassionate, motivated - Impulsive, violent, impatient

played by amy. est. she/her.

#the breaker #takenc #takenf #takenhuman #takendarkfriend

[senatushq]

NAME. Pandora AGE & BIRTH DATE. Prehistoric & Unknown GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/her. SPECIES. Aspect OCCUPATION. Worker at Woven & Volunteer at Porus FACE CLAIM. Zorzo Natharuetai Akkharakitwattanakul

biography

Pandora’s existence begins amidst the flames of the Abyss. 

Born from Vulcan’s forge, she is a prototype for mankind but not one of them.

Never one of them. 

The blueprint to Lilith, Eve, and every woman that came after, and yet she cannot be counted amidst their numbers. 

She was never expected to be anything else than the first masterpiece, the first creation that leads to a thousand future vessels for the gods, meant to be set on the shelf and be left alone forever more. Not a true mortal, not a true daughter of the Gods, yet all gifted nonetheless. A lifelong companion in the shape of an avariel that understood animals better than people, a beauty to compare to the gods and a jar of wonders that she was asked— no tasked— to never open. 

Created, not born, Pandora was an unnatural distillation of the cosmos and as such held a great curiosity by what was natural, what was meant in a way that she was not. Not a denizen of the light, nor one who walks the dark, she found forever at the borders between both, never quite belonging to either, neither quite fitting in. Curious by creation and akin to her godly creator, her intelligence shone in a way no other talents except those gifted by the gods did. 

Not a warrior, but a lifelong learner, not a dancer but a patient weaver. 

Entirely unlike the Gods, but far too precious to be discarded for her very existence held the key to the creation of humanity. 

Pandora came into being under Vulcan’s careful hands and dedication. Outside of Vulcan’s forges as the sanguine elf elevated to god worked on his creation, outside of Elysia as disinterested gods mulled around and prepared for a new realm and the new vessels that would come with it, seraphim fought against the Great Old Ones residing on the realm Ulthar had chosen to conquer. Pandora was not made for that realm, no, the pleasure would fall to her successors, to the complete masterpieces given free will by Prometheus’ rebellion. 

Pandora was not made for the mortal realm. 

She wasn’t made for anywhere, never meant to go anywhere but the forge she was created in. And yet, she was given a privilege like no other: she was allowed to watch what would never be hers. 

She was far too young to understand the seeds of bitterness and resentment planted upon her chest as she watched Laurelin and Telperion grow. Too young and ignorant to understand the mockery hidden behind the gifts given to her by the gods.

Pandora was too young to understand that one should never trust the gift of the gods. 

Until she did, far too late for it to matter. 

Created and thrown into Eden without any experience to hold to her name and with nothing but what she was taught to guide her, Pandora took to this new world with a sense of childish wonder as she went off to explore, arms always wrapped around her jar as if it was her lifeline. 

She doesn’t know how true that is. 

Through it all, her only constant was the jar she felt an enduring attachment to, the jar gifted to her by Vulcan — the man that she would grow to see as a distant father as she discovered the meaning to the word —, the jar that picked and prodded at her ever curious nature as she fought the urge to do as she was asked and not open it. 

In the end, she lasted longer than she thought she would, keeping the jar closed even as Eden’s destiny fell upon it and she stood at the edges, waiting, watching. 

Pandora stayed as Eden fell, as humanity died under the rebellion, all too curious to see the progress, all too curious and wanting to understand why would anyone do such a thing as the fallen did. She didn’t understand then, what it meant to hold fury against the gods in her heart, didn’t understand what it meant to be tricked and set aside by those that stood above.

With time, she would learn. 

With time, she would see the unfairness of the gods and their games. 

Pandora is just barely an adult, not yet grown unto herself, when Eden falls. She watches it fall, watches it burn, eyes curious and bright and yet pained at the misery she can see as the garden falls. Pandora is barely beyond a child, when she realizes she is one of the last Elysian left on the mortal realm.

She is alone. 

Alone with her jar. 

The jar she had wanted to open for so very long. 

Curiosity wins, and the lid comes off. 

Pandora opens her pithos.

 Pandora opens the jar she was told to never open. 

Pandora opens the box that contains all of humanity’s evils within.

The world is never the same. 

Not when in this universe, in this life, there is no hope left behind. 

Pandora opens her pithos, and with it, she loses the last vestiges of the innocence of her youth. 

Open and quickly sealed once more, that means nothing in the face of famine, plagues, curses and disease. These curses upon the universe had existed before she did, but it was by her hand she had returned them to Earth, by hers alone. 

It’s a burden she never forgets, not even as she takes her pithos and flees back to her father’s forge. 

A forge that she finds empty, the flames gone and the man she had seen as a father gone. 

She has no one to turn to with Prometheus bound and punished, Vulcan packed and gone. 

Pandora is left alone, given just enough to keep her complacent, given just enough to ensure their precious blueprint does not leave. 

But a house is not a home, when there is only one person to haunt its halls. 

Elysia is awfully lonely, when you don’t belong amidst the gods nor their chosen lovers. 

Elysia is awfully lonely, when you inherited your father’s  creator’s curiosity, but none of his skills on creation.

Elysia is awfully lonely, when your only place is on the shelf; like a forgotten porcelain doll left alone to gather dust. 

personality

+ Curious. Imaginative. Intelligent. – Insecure. Cynical. Resentful. 

played by ori. est. She/her.

#takenc #takenf #takenaspect #pandora

[senatushq]

NAME. Elias Van Kirk AGE & BIRTH DATE. 21 & July 9th, 2002 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/HimSPECIES. Eladrin OCCUPATION. Busser at Killjoys FACE CLAIM. Tyler Gray Lawrence

biography

Elias was different from other kids in ways he could observe but never understand. He was simply better than them. That was the explanation his mother gave when he questioned why none of the other kids could play as he could, or why he had to “hold back”. She told Elias that he was special, different, or simply better without much explanation until he grew too old for vague non-answers. When she finally began to open up about where he came from, Elias fell in love with the fantasy of his father and never looked back. Every night he’d need a new story about how amazing and powerful the faerie his mother fell for was. There was no way for him to discern between truth and fabrication, and to satisfy her over-eager child she definitely embellished some facts, but regardless those stories helped to craft his worldview. Elias no longer rejected his power but embraced it. He was a miracle child, powerful and strong, beautiful and glimmering like the parent who wasn’t there to challenge the pedestal Elias’ mind had placed him on. He was superior and it wasn’t him that needed to hide from the world but the world that needed to embrace him. 

  However, a faiman child unable to let go of the fantasy world he lived in to step into the real one was not something to be praised. It was his notions of grandeur that brought ruin to his and his mother’s lives, but the damage was already done. Once she taught Elias to love his power it became impossible to teach him to dull his shine for anyone. Sure he understood the necessity for discretion and when they moved he knew how to blend in, but without fail, Elias would find a chance where he felt he was justified in using his powers openly. Whether it be stopping a neighborhood bully or showing off to a new friend, he could never keep a lid on his halfblood status. And every time he exposed himself, his mother made them pack up and move. Attention would lead to danger, for there was no guarantee that he’d be strong enough to protect himself from any who’d want to cause him harm. There was no faerie there to protect them, so staying on the move was the best way to ensure Elias wasn’t hunted. This was always difficult for him to grasp, and eventually, he realized what the issue was. Elias wasn’t human, so pretending he was to live amongst them would never fulfill him. He may have been young, but he had no choice but to set out on his own. Elias needed to live among his own kind so he’d never have to hide his true power again. 

  The day he left his home and mother behind was supposed to be the start of his self-actualization journey. In many ways his journey was just that, but not in the ways he imagined. From major city to major city, he embarked on his “faerie hunt” to hopefully learn more about his heritage and where he came from. What he found were horrible truths and hard lessons, but none of the answers he sought. But he learned, Elias learned fast because he had no choice but to. Witches were deceitful and constantly taking advantage of his wanderlust to trap him. Vampires were vicious and cruel, treating him like a slab of meat for their benefit. Hunters were the worst, and he encountered a couple who chased him across state and country lines as if he didn’t have enough to worry about without a pursuer. He fought them all off, because he was stronger and got stronger with each near-death encounter, but his experiences turned him into something he never wanted to be: a survivor. Elias realized that the entire realm was out to get a faiman like him, and he was only able to keep his head due to sheer force and lots of luck. When he did find another faiman, they were able to give him tips but no answers because they knew little more than he did, if anything at all. Elias knew he’d die ignorant and alone if something didn’t change, so he decided to shift his perspective. If he couldn’t get what he needed through traveling, then he’d make a pilgrimage to the place that was overflowing with magic. Rome was going to be his salvation. 

  What he found was absolutely soul-crushing. Upon the time of his arrival, halfbloods were seen as commodities by almost all the other species. Additionally, the very eladrin he believed would embrace him for his strength rejected him for his mortal weakness. Rome was able to finally teach Elias the true plight of faimen in the realm, and he rejected it all. He was better than that, better than them all. He’d been told since he was young. So instead of lamenting, he put himself to work so he could cement his greatness and finally get his due in the place that seemed to be the height of supernatural life. Working at Killjoys was dangerous work indeed, but it was also the best place for him to network. All manner of mortal and immortals frequented the bar and some of them were willing to pay under the table for various odd jobs. Nothing was off limits for Elias, so long as it sounded like something his abilities would make easy. He took risks and did many things he wasn’t proud of, but eventually Elias started to garner a reputation in the city as a capable, powerful mercenary of sorts who seemed to be able to get anything done. His work kept him busy, too busy to care about the rise of the halfbloods on the Senate. Why would he care about them? He didn’t need their help to gain some respect in Rome. Mutat Domun became a representation of weakness that Elias wanted no part of. He was above them and whatever they were doing on the Senate, however his opinions changed when his body did. He became something more than a halfblood, something he couldn’t fully understand on his own. He knew he needed to be with his kind if he were to step into his new eladrin status. Elias answered the call and joined the others in the Fey Forest, finally accepting the authority of the eladrin representatives on the Senate. 

personality

+ Proactive, Idealistic, Courageous - Arrogant, Snarky, Selfish

played by zen. est. He/him.

#takenc #takenm #takeneladrin #the magician

[senatushq]

NAME. Alder Gallois AGE & BIRTH DATE. 24 & February 2nd, 1999 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him. SPECIES. Witch COVEN. Unaffiliated OCCUPATION. Emissary FACE CLAIM. Drake Roger

biography

( tw death ) Alder had always been observant. He had no choice but to be. Overshadowed by other young witches in his coven, Alder was quickly cast aside as ordinary to make room for the stars to shine. Except, he had to wonder if that was actually the truth. Wasn’t he special too? Being invisible to his coven gave Alder plenty of time to watch learn and practice his craft. He wanted to show everyone how amazing he was to work so hard despite their nonexistent expectations. That’s why he made up the game to play with his coven’s young favorite. It was a battle of the mind, a series of illusory tricks meant to best one's opponent. On the surface, Alder lost which was within expectation, but his target didn’t notice the sigil branded into their subconscious. They walked away victorious, all the while hexed with nightmares that weakened their mental state. They lost sleep, gained paranoia, and remained completely oblivious to Alder’s constant siphoning of their reserves when he cast. As Alder rose in skill, his rival declined in faculty until they’d been plundered for all they could offer. Alder was praised as a latent prodigy while some kid who thought they were better got consecrated into the earth. In the end, Alder actually won. 

  After his first, he couldn’t stop. The youngest, most vulnerable members of his coven were untapped wells of wasted potential. The way he saw it, their power would’ve been put to better use in his hands. Receiving his mark wasn’t good enough. He needed more than the magic a normal coven connection to provide. More than that, Alder felt he was entitled to that much and more. Children were untrained which made slipping his siphoning sigil into their minds easy. Plus, with how powerful he’d become from his covert channeling of young witches, no one would lose that much sleep over a few sick kids. He was the future of the coven after all. Alder’s insatiable greed led those he infected to madness, catatonia, or worse and he didn’t care. Unfortunately, he wasn’t a prodigy and got sloppy. He started taking too much, more than he actually needed, and it was becoming obvious. Alder in his arrogance challenged his coven’s Soverign for their crown, believing he had all he needed to be the top witch. Unfortunately, he was bested, severed from his many links, excommunicated from the coven, and slated to be executed. With only his own magic to call upon, he barely managed to escape with his life, forced to flee like a bug. 

  He hated his coven and all covens after that. Alder felt his way was the only way and committed himself to his quest for higher power. It was hard, and he had to stare down his own limitations every day, but over time he managed to find enough trinkets and relics with magic to place his sigil on. Alder eventually began to feel like his old self, but it wasn’t until he learned the location of a lycan bar that his life turned around. He went in with the intention of forcing himself onto whatever beast seemed the drunkest. After all, channeling a creature with supernatural strengths would surely give him all sorts of new power. However, an opportunity arose for him to stop a fight and do a few tricks for the small-town pack and they felt they could make use of him. Alder began living in forest dirt with them instead of on the street like he had been, being useful to them in whatever ways he could for the smallest chance to mark them. It beat toughing it on his own, but it still wasn’t enough. His time with lycans is how he heard about the growing pack in Rome, and their lack of alpha. From old packs to the new Lupo to something even greater, Alder had been privy to all the rumors which is what carried him to Rome. He came with lycans eager to join with only one goal: make nice with the new alpha and channel his great power forever. Alder didn’t plan to become a representative, but the opportunity was too good to pass up so he took it. On the surface he appears dedicated to the pack, studying to improve for their betterment. However, his actions are entirely self-serving. A pack of lycans and their unstoppable alpha would make excellent power cells to pump, but he will not stop there. Whether it comes from a coven or a creature, Alder will continue to want more. He thinks he’s above the concept of a coven. So long as he has plenty of pions to channel, he will continue to cultivate his own version of ultimate power. 

personality

+ Studious, Quirky, Daring  –Impatient, Sadistic, Unscrupulous 

played by zen. est. He/him.

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NAME. Vitoria Reis AGE & BIRTH DATE. 30 & October 31st, 1993 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her. SPECIES. Witch COVEN. Narcissus OCCUPATION. Narcissus Archivist & Museum Collections Manager FACE CLAIM. Camila Mendes

biography

Vitória is her mother’s daughter.

Born to the rumored crone of Narcissus, to the woman that hid away in the coven house to avoid overexerting herself lest her disguise fall apart, there is only one legacy she could ever inherit: that of hunger for something just beyond reach. Her mother sought immortality, sought to prove herself better than those that came before, but her daughter’s interest deviated from the Advocate’s best laid plans. 

Where her mother found her home in the school of Destruction magic, Vee found her calling in the delicate art of Illusion.

Where her mother took to blood magic like an eager adept as soon as she could, Vee’s clumsy child fingers slipped from the knife and she looked away every time the blade fell upon her skin. 

Vee is her mother’s daughter, but not in the ways of magic. 

Not in the ways that matter.

Where her mother sought power and dominion to replace the loss of control of a loss coven, Vee sought knowledge, the desire to distill the very essence of magic that danced at her fingertips far too powerful for her to care about power. 

Where her mother was hungry to prove she was more than her parents' mistakes, Vee hungered for the secrets lost to time, for the rituals forgotten or forbidden because she could not be understood. 

Where her mother feared failure and warned her against it by means of retelling her life, Vee learned an entirely different lesson: that mediocrity leads to abandonment, that imperfection leads to the all-consuming loneliness that had haunted her from the moment she had been born. 

Vee is her mother’s daughter, she inherited her keen mind, her overwhelming intellect. 

She did not inherit her hunger, that she got all on her own. A nasty viscous growling entity sitting at the pit of her chest as she struggles with the destruction magic her mother specializes in, a tepid angry thing speaking on the Pythia’s voice as her knife sinks into her skin and she grimaces at the pain that follows the rush of power. 

She will do it, because she must. She will use all the tools in her arsenal, because she fears her mother’s disapproval, the retraction of her conditional love. 

Vee is her mother’s daughter. 

She grew up learning magic at her feet, learned to walk to follow her footsteps lest she is left behind. Always rushing to follow her mother’s footsteps, too afraid to be left behind and thrown aside to take the time to look around, to find another path. Always rushing to practice at the schools her mother specializes in, even when her masteries lie somewhere else entirely. 

Vee is her mother’s daughter, looking at her like she is holding up the sky. 

She has crafted herself to be her reflection, carving away at her softness and ignoring the weeping wounds left behind as she hurries to fit the hurriedly constructed mold that she hopes will keep her within her mother’s grace. 

Vitória is her mother’s daughter, she loves her in the way a child loves their world. 

She doesn’t know if she trusts her the same way. 

personality

+ Ambitious. Analytical. Disciplined. – Selfish. Materialistic. Catty.

played by ori. est. she/her.

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