[Bios] Obituaries

Deceased Characters

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Yvette Milton
ᴀʟɪᴀs:
ᴀɢᴇ: 23 | 8 month old vampire
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:  Female
ʀᴀᴄᴇ:  Vampire
ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇss: New Orleans Kiss
ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ: Quinzy
ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ: Discovered by Magdalene and promised
the world, Yvette became the child of Magdalene and her
protege. However, it wasn't long before Mags became so
jealous of Yvette's talent that she began to stunt her growth
as a vampire. This was unintentionally circumvented by
Damien when he called her into his room and subsequently
taught the girl to feed on her own. But rumors spread of
Yvette's night with Damien and sent Magdalene into a rage
that resulted in Yvette's untimely death.

deaтн: Murdered by Magdalene in a jealous rage.
After spending a night with Damien.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Raul Masterson
ᴀʟɪᴀs: The Beautiful Slave
ᴀɢᴇ: 26
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ʀᴀᴄᴇ: Human | Human Servant
ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇss: Belonged to Magdalene
ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ: NPC
ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ:

deaтн:  December 21st 2017 @ 2300
Murdered by Magdalene for mourning Yvette.

One hand gripped his hair like a vice, pulling his head back at a painful angle.
Raul whimpered, tears of pain riveting down his cheeks, and only served to feed
her rage. Her fingers pried open his mouth, and kept prying, kept pulling far
beyond what a mouth should be able to open. He couldn't cry out. He couldn't
scream. Sounds had failed, leaving him panting heavily and gurgling as his
tongue probed furiously at her fingers.

SNAP.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Delphine Imogen Trudeau
ᴀʟɪᴀs: Deli Meat
ᴀɢᴇ: Sixteen
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
ʀᴀᴄᴇ: Human | Voodoo Priestess
ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇss: None
ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ: NPC | Raven
ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ: Delphine came from a line of voodoo
priestesses dating back to Tituba from Salem and further.
While her family liked to segregate themselves from other
styles of witches, Delphine became fast friends with the
cradle witch, Aidan.

deaтн: After attempting to help him in a ritual
neither of them should have been attempting, Delphine met
a grueling death.

"Aidan..." Her voice was still weak, barely carrying above
the din. Delphine moved out from behind the tall industrial
desk and into the center aisle. Aidan would have been two
desks back on the other side but her eyes, though they
searched wildly could not find him. "Aidan..." Her hand
reached up, locking the chain of her amethyst amulet in her
hand and ripping it over her head. "Aidan... I don't feel so
great..." The world of metallic colors was vibrating, shaking
like an earthquake about to shatter the grounds. For a brief
moment, even the magic blind eyes of mere humans could
see Delphine coming undone, shaking like a string plucked
under water before the sound of bones crushing, and flesh
squelching as it stretched past its intended mark before the
girl combusted. Muscle, fragments of bone and blood and
body, painted the walls and windows. Her head rolled down
the aisle and the hand clasping the amulet clattered along
one of the tables, shoving a beaker to the ground.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Killian Corvin
ᴀʟɪᴀs: Killer | Lucky
ᴀɢᴇ: 27
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ʀᴀᴄᴇ:  Were-Wolf
ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇss: Thronos Rokke Pack
ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ: NPC
ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ: For longer than he could remember Killian
was everything to younger sister, Kiley. He was her mother,
her father, and her big brother. Somewhere along the line
wanting protect her turned into wanting to possess her and
things got really dark really fast. When he finally decided to
choose pack, he chose the wrong pack for the all the wrong
reasons.

deaтн:  December 26th 2017 | Decapitation

Kiley wrapped her long, half-human fingers around the top
and bottom of his jaw. As her legs extended, pushing his shoulders
further down and her arms yanked upward, the sickening wet rip of
skin and fur parting echoed in her ears. Soon her brother stopped
screaming and all that could be heard was the crunch and pop of
bones coming apart—blood spewing in an anime arc. Killian’s headless
body flopped to the floor and shrank to human size. His head shrank
too, human eyes staring at nothing, jaw flapping aimlessly. Still a wolf,
Kiley huffed, flung the head in her hands over her shoulder, and launched
off the human body under her paws with a loud crunch at the next wolf
still under Magdalene’s call.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Vivian Carmichael
ᴀʟɪᴀs: The Executioner
ᴀɢᴇ: 27
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
ʀᴀᴄᴇ:  Human | Animator | Necormancer
ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇss: None
ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ: Warhead
ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ: Vivian and her younger brother, Finn,
had a rough childhood. Her powers developed early
making her an outcast. Her father was a drunk and killed
their mother in front of them, in a drunken rage. He
molested her younger brother and Vivian carried a certain
amount of guilt for not saving him sooner. She came into
her powers and became and animator and he become a
vampire junkie then a vampire.

deaтн:  December 26th 2017
Madgalene took Vivian by the heart and squeezed. Her
talon-like nails severed the hard tendons that kept the
heart fixed in the body before she flexed her arm and
ripped the organ out of the hole her fist created.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Lance Matthews
ᴀʟɪᴀs:
ᴀɢᴇ: 27 years old
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ʀᴀᴄᴇ: Were-Wolf
ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇss: Thronos Rokke Pack
ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ: NPC
ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ: Lance was the college sweetheart to Vivian Carmichael, and they've
shared an on-off relationship for 3.5 years. The more that she began to dabble in
animation, and necromancy, the more strain they faced on their relationship. She dumped
him for good when he came home one night, drunk, which she hates, and called her a freak
- he had been angry she wouldn't go out with his friends. He went off the deep end after
their break up, dropping out of college, and losing his job, he began working as a mechanic
instead and partied too much. Apparently enough that he got into a fight with a werewolf
one night, and was bitten on his way home after the fight was broken up. Ever since, he
has been part of the Thronos Rokke Pack, and has been trying to worm his way back into
Vivian's life, believing she might take him back now that he's "like her".

deaтн:  December 26th 2017

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Gretchen Holden
ᴀɢᴇ: 22
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
ʀᴀᴄᴇ: Were-wolf
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Youth Counselor
ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇss: Thronos Rokke Pack
ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ: NPC
ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ: A former nurse, Gretchen was forced to leave her job when
a tweaking skin head tried to put her through a wall and triggered her change.
Prior to becoming a wolf she was in a string of abusive relationships then finally
settled on being the arm candy for Declan. O likes to remind her if she thinks she's
traded up she's wrong. Her natural gentle nature and burning desire to keep others
from suffering the discrimination she did, is why she remains an Eranathe and doesn't
push for Lupa. At least that's what she tells herself.

deaтн:  December 26th 2017

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Alexa Reaves
ᴀʟɪᴀs:
ᴀɢᴇ: 3
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
ʀᴀᴄᴇ:  Vampire
ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇss: The New Orleans KISS
ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ: Runt
ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ:  Alexa wished upon countless stars to be a famous rocker musician.
She strayed from that dream when she met her beloved Theodore, whom was helplessly
in love with Alexa, so much so he turned her. Which He was murdered by Bernard,
previous master of the city. It was a short lived romance for something to be eternal
and everlasting. An immortal life of torture and enslavement through her KISS, her life
would change for the better upon meeting Damien Bathory. Little did she know he would
be the very reason for her true death.
deaтн:  December 26, 2017.

Alexa gasped. Her whole body went limp. There was a pain inside her like she'd never
felt before but it was far away somehow. They say the brain still works for ten seconds
after the body gives out. When it's all said and done there's still ten seconds worth of film
in the camera. The wolf had her heart in its half human claw. It wasn't beating. Vampires
didn't have beating hearts. If you're already dead when you die, where you do go? They
say you see your whole life flash before your eyes in those ten seconds of film. For Alexa,
it was walking down a familiar hallway that wasn't filled to the brim with high pitch screams.
It was filled with one familiar voice she would toss herself into fear just to hear again.
Just this time when she opened the door, she'd find Theodore there with his arms opened
ready to take her to the unknown.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Magdalene
ᴀʟɪᴀs: Mags
ᴀɢᴇ: 350 | 37
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
ʀᴀᴄᴇ: Vampire
ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇss: Temion of the New Orleans Kiss
ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ: NPC
ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ: Magdalene is a spoiled, pompous aristocratic vampire
who lives a life of glamour. She loves the attention of starry eyed humans
who seem to fantasize about vampire kind, so she cares little for taking
caution to not draw too much attention. This makes her dangerous, and
also delusional. She is quick to anger, and tends to think before she acts,
ever since Damien has arrived in the city. She is a showy diva with a sadist
side, that enjoys watching others suffer around her, while she sits in high-end
gowns and clothes, drinking from the finest, covered in jewelry that would
make any woman a prima donna.

deaтн:  December 27th 2017
The cross was still covered in Vivian's essence. It was pulsing, rapidly with
white-hot light that was bubbling the plastic on his hands and searing away
the flesh of her face as he shoved the small silver cross into her mouth and
covered his hand over it forcing her to keep it there. As one of the undead,
Madgalene didn't need to swallow, she didn't have the challenge of trying to
breath past the intrusion in her mouth but it didn't matter. Vivian's faith was
burning a hole in her stupid fucking face. It was running hot silver and plastic
down her useless throat until... Madgalene exploded in Damien's hands.