Anything Goes RP discussion

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I'll post the idea again so that you can see the different clans

After the "The Plague of 2015" that turned half of the country into bloodthirsty monsters, the government crashed, and a new country power took their place, The Camarilla , ruled by a new prince named LaCroix. The Camarilla is made up of these Monsters. LaCroix passed new laws for these newborn Monsters to follow, one being hiding their identity from the Humans. Some of these Monsters don't like the idea of being ruled by The Camarilla, so they formed their own group, The Anarchs , a rebel group against The Camarilla. For thirty years, The Camarilla and The Anarchs have been at each others necks. Then one day, a fledgling was born, a newly created Monster. LaCroix kills the fledgling's Sire and tries to dispose of this new Monster, but the leader of The Anarchs intervenes. The fledgling is then forced to learn the ways of this new life, er, death.

Available Characters:
- The fledgling
- The Anarch leader
- Random Moster from any clan

Available clans of the Monsters:
- Brujah(known for their strength and intimidation; most of The Anarchs are made up of them)
- Gangrel(Like the Brujah, but with a bad temper; loners, can shape-shift into animals)
- Malkavian(Clinically insane, suffers from mental illnesses; oddly seductive)
- Nosferatu(hideously deformed, forced to live in the sewers away from Humans; The Camarilla's pets. They are very good at retrieving lost items)
- Toreador(the artistic ones, they see the beauty in all art; very high seduction and persuasion skills)
- Tremere(Mages. The only Monsters with the power to use magic; tend to be back-stabbers, high intimidation skill)
- Ventrue(the wealthy aristocratic Monsters, most of The Camarilla are made up of them; desires power more than anything; high persuasion skill)

Sebastion LaCroix: http://blog.trashness.com/wp-content/...
Nines Rodriguez: http://protista.org/wp-content/upload...

Yes

Most likely a Toreador

Is yours going to be a boy or a girl?

I don't mind

I'm making mine a male, and we can if you want

Name: Alastair Marcus Grout

Age: 22

Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Clan: Toreador

Appearance:
Skin Tone: Ivory
Body Type: Slim and Muscular
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 148 lbs.

History Before Death: Alastair was born in a struggling family of six. He had two twin sisters and an older brother. He, his brother, and their father each worked to help support the family. After Alastair graduated high school, he took an interest in photography. He took pictures of what he thought was beautiful. After his Embrace(his transformation into a vampire), his love for art grew even more.

Skills: - Seduction
- Persuasion
- Fire arms

Weaknesses: Art itself. If he sees anything beautiful or artistic, it's nearly impossible for him to take his eyes off it, let alone destroy it.

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Other: He loves to paint in his spare time.

Awesome! Want to start us off, or shall I?

Alastair sat silently as he watched a group of men enter the theater. The all were from the Ventrue clan, and they were part of The Camarilla. He sighed silently, watching LaCroix follow behind them. "Good evening Alastair. You're looking fit," said LaCroix as he walked by. Alastair rolled his eyes.

Alastair's eyes followed Amelia as she walked by him. The Camarilla and LaCroix lead the two up to the stage. LaCroix turned and faced all the other vampires in the audience. "Good evening. I have called forth this meeting tonight to address an offense on Kindred laws." Alastair sat up slightly, listening carefully. An offense? Nobody has made an offense on the laws before..

LaCroix waited for the dull whispers to silence before continuing. "For many years, Kindred have come to me asking for permission to perform an Embrace on their chosen Childe. I have accepted and rejected permission." He waved his hand in front of Amelia and her Sire. "Now for this Kindred, permission wasn't refused at all. In fact, my permission was NEVER asked for." Alastair looked from Amelia to her Sire, a worried expression on his face. Oh no..

LaCroix waved his hands and two of the Ventrue came over and held down Amelia's Sire. He gestured again, and his Sheriff came over holding a large scythe in his hands. "Everyone knows that the penalty for this offense is death," LaCroix said. Alastair watched, his eyes large with worry. LaCroix turned around, facing Corvinus. "Forgive me," he said quietly. LaCroix turned back around and said, "Let the penalty commence." The Sheriff raised his scythe over his head and brought it down on Corvinus, completely chopping his head off. Alastair stared in horror.

LaCroix watched as she burned his body. "Ah, a Tremere. What a pity.. they are very rare these days." LaCroix waved his hand again and the two Ventrues hoisted Amelia up on her feet, holding her still. "Now, many childe who are left Sireless are forced to walk this world alone, never knowing their place. For that, I have decided to-" LaCroix was cut-off by a booming voice in the crowd. "This is bullshit LaCroix!" Alastair turned his head and was shocked to see who it was. Nines Rodriguez, the leader of The Anarchs. Nines stood there in the crowd, glaring intently at LaCroix. LaCroix scanned the crowd calmly and said, "If Mr. Rodriguez would let me finish.. I have decided to let this Kindred live." Alastair let out a quiet sigh of relief. Thank you Nines..

(( I'm putting pictures of Nines and Lacroix in the plot above))

LaCroix ignored Amelia completely and continued on. "Now, don't think of me as completely heartless, everyone. Good evening.." LaCroix, followed by The Camarilla left the stage and exited the theater. One by one, the vampires all left as well, except for Alastair. He stood up and slowly approached the stage. "I'm afraid you can't get another Sire. A Sire is only a Sire if their blood runs in your veins."

Alastair walked closer to her quietly. "Wait a minute, you shouldn't just leave without a "Sire".." Alastair stood there smiling at her. "I can teach you how to live in this society. I can tell you how to recognize different clans."

Alastair walked closer, standing a couple feet away from her. "Someone has to teach you how to survive. I was left Sireless too, and I had the hardest time learning the ways of this society. I don't want you to go through the same thing."

Alastair shook her hand gently, smiling kindly to her. "I'm Alastair, Alastair Grout." He slowly let go of her hand. "Now, shall we leave this place? Do you have a place of your own?"

"I do. I was going to offer to let you stay there until we find a Haven for you." He lead her out of the theater and into the noisy street of Downtown Los Angeles. He approached a car that was sitting a few feet away and opened the passenger door for her.

Alastair silently joined her in the driver's seat and started the car. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove straight down the road, away from Downtown LA. "So tell me, what is it that you know about our society?"

Alastair shook his head keeping his eyes on the road. "It doesn't really work like that. It all depends on the Sire. Whatever clan your Sire is, that's what you'll become. My Sire was a Toreador. After my Embrace, I became a Toreador as well."

They soon were out of Downtown LA and on the highway towards Santa Monica. "My Sire was killed by a vampire terrorist group known as the Sabbat. The Sabbat are bloodthirsty and they love to make trouble for LaCroix. The don't even care if they violate the laws."

Alastair took one hand off the wheel and placed it on her shoulder, rubbing it gently. "I didn't know my Sire very well at all. He died three hours after my Embrace."

He smiled softly, pulling onto a quiet street lined up with apartments and shops. He parked against the sidewalk and got out of the car. He made his way over to the passenger side and opened the door for her. "I live in this apartment right here." In front of them was a rather elegant looking building.

"You can stay for as long as you want, but The Camarilla will most likely find a Haven for you. It may take awhile though." Alastair lead Amelia inside the building and into an elevator. He pushed the button for the third floor and the doors closed. The elevator moved.

Alastair smiled as Amelia kissed his cheek. Oddly friendly.. "We are the artistic ones. The painters, musicians, sculptors. Whenever we see a thing of beauty, we cannot resist it, let alone harm it. It's most likely the greatest weakness of a Toreador."

He turned his head looking at her. "I have absolutely no intention of harming you. And I promise that I won't." The elevator stopped and opened. He stepped out of the elevator and lead her down the hallway to room 3F. He opened the door, allowing her to enter first.

He smiled and hung up his jacket on a coat rack. "You can take off your corset if it's making you uncomfortable. I have spare clothes in the guest bedroom."

He shook his head. "No, I don't mind. Make yourself at home." He smiled slightly and sat down on the couch. He picked up a book off the coffee table next to him and started to read.

He looked up from his book and pointed to the room next to the bathroom. "It's that one there. There's clothes in the dresser by the bed."

He grabbed his bookmark and set it in the book. Setting down the book, he turned to face her. "Well, I suppose I should tell you a bit about the other clans. First of all, what do you know about your own clan?"

"Well I will tell you one thing about the Tremere. No one, not even The Camarilla, knows how they obtained their magic. Only the Tremere council knows, but they aren't saying anything. Plus, all meetings held at the Tremere Chantry are strictly for the Tremere." He leaned back slightly. "That's all anyone really knows about your clan."

"Well, I suggest keeping your distance from anyone from the Ventrue clan. The Ventrue are all snobby aristocratic bastards, and they only desire power. The Camarilla and LaCroix are all Ventrue blood." He stood up and walked towards the fireplace, switching it on.

"I can fight a little bit, but I mostly use fire arms in combat." He reached under his couch and pulled out a shotgun. It wasn't loaded however. "Another thing, don't ever let yourself get shot in the head by a shot gun. It won't kill you, but it will hurt a lot. Also, don't go anywhere near fire. Most importantly, don't catch yourself outside at sunrise, otherwise it's all over."

Alastair pushed his gun back under the couch and stood up straight. "Well, you can take your violence out on me if you want. It won't hurt me."

He nodded and stood still, waiting for her to punch him. "You can punch as hard as you want."

Alastair calmly let her punch him as much as she wanted. He slowly placed his hands on her shoulders and brought her closer. He kept an arm around her and softly stroked her hair. "Everything will be fine Amelia.."

He shook his head, smiling at her. "It was fine, honestly. I understand that you're going through a lot right now, but it will all be fine."

He looked down at her. "There isn't really a more gentle natured clan, but some vampires have more humanity left in them than others."

He nodded and leaned against the wall. "We can, but high vampire society, like the Ventrue, turn their nose on that kind of thing. I don't understand why they would. My best friend who is from the Gangrel clan had a child with his Brujah wife a couple weeks."

He nodded and stood up straight. "I should probably do the same. The windows are covered up, so you don't have to worry."

Alastair woke up, getting out of bed. He put on a pair of black jeans and a dark blue shirt. He slipped on his shoes and went to go wake up Amelia. He peeked into her room, seeing she wasn't there. He frowned and walked out of the apartment. He got to the bottom floor and started looking for her outside.

Alastair quickly looked around, not seeing a human in sight. He turned to her and walked towards her. "It is beautiful, but you have to be careful. You can't let a human see you do this, otherwise it's a violation of the laws."

"They don't know we exist, and it has to stay that way. Exposing ourselves to humans can have negative effects.." He looked down at his hands and started thinking about a rose.

He smiled softly as the rose grew in his hands. He held it up close, examining it closely. "That is true.." he said softly.

He looked up at her smiling. "You are very welcome.." He picked out the thorns in the stem of the rose and gently slipped it into Amelia's hair.

((Lol hi))

He felt a warmth in his non-beating heart and it filled him with ease. He noticed that people were starting to walk down the street. "I suppose I should tell you more about the other clans."

He sat on the bench she pointed at making room for her. "Well, I'll start with the Brujah clan. They're the strongest vampires, and they're the most rebellious. That man who saved your life at the meeting? That's Nines Rodriguez. He's the leader of The Anarchs, and he is of Brujah blood. Most of The Anarchs are."

He smiled lightly and though of the next clan. "There is the Gangrel clan. They are a lot like the Brujah, but with a bad temper. They mostly keep to themselves to prevent from unleashing their temper. They can also shape-shift into animals."