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Tezcacoatl de Baena · 07-30-2011, 01:42 PM

Character Name: Tezcacoatl de Baena
Character Birthdate: April 5, 2008
Gender: Male
Species: Mexican Coyote - 100% canis latrans cagottis
Is your character a Luperci?: Yes
How you found 'Souls?: On a google search for "rpg forum"
Are you joining a pack?: Loner
Character profile or three writing examples: Still working on my profile. Here are some samples from old RP logs.

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Narrative Sample - 843 words

Natalya stared out the window next to her, watching the endless expanse of blue ocean through hooded eyes. There was a very bland man in an even blander suit standing only a few feet away from her, droning on and on about "The Rules of Revolve," but she didn't even pretend to listen to him. She imagined that walking blind onto a jet chartered for a mysterious island where activities of questionable legality occurred must be thrilling for bored socialites. That's what the world's wealthiest wanted, wasn't it? To be above the law, to belong to exclusive clubs. Natalya wasn't interested in Revolve for its novelty or elitism, she was interested in the business and she never walked into a business deal blind. She'd needled David (the old friend who told her about Revolve) until he told her everything he knew. He was just a gambler so he couldn't tell her much about the rules of ownership or the process of purchasing one of Fischer's fighters, but he did at least tell her the rules. Thus, Natalya felt fairly confident that she could ignore the suit's speech in favor of her own thoughts.

David told her some amazing stories about the matches at Revolve. Stories about men who could turn into animals and women who could conjure impossible illusions from thin air. His stories did not satisfy her curiosity. For weeks her mind raced with the possibilities: which powers would make for the most entertaining battle, how might these strange abilities effect training, did the same principles of entertainment even apply here? Did the crowds enjoy the same things in a mutant battle that they did in a boxing or Sambo match between two humans? She had a notebook full of her speculation even before the staff at Revolve confirmed her reservation.

Now that she was ensconced in the plush leather seat of a private jet, well on her way to the island, Natalya's mind turned to the heart of the matter. It wasn't the "mutants" that really interested her; if the slaves at Revolve were human, she'd still be sitting there on that jet, just as excited. She always dreamed of true gladiatorial-style combat, of arenas and cheering crowds who had no delusions about what they were cheering for. Could she really be on her way to seeing that dream realized?

The sound of Callum's prim laughter pulled Natalya out of her thoughts. She looked up from the window to find The Suit staring at her with squinted eyes and a tight little scowl. In his hand, he held a pamphlet for Revolve, which he offered to her impatiently. Judging by Callum's amusement and The Suit's anger, he'd been trying to hand the pamphlet to her for a while. Natalya forced her mouth into the shape of a very small smile as she accepted the pamphlet. "I apologize. Callum." She cut a sidelong glance at her personal assistant, his name intoned in the same way that a scolding mother would address her child. Callum cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, opening up his pamphlet.

"Now if you will just unfold your pamphlets, like so.." The Suit gestured at his own unfolded pamphlet like a stewardess. This time, Jake and Vladimir--Natalya's bodyguards, seated at the back of the jet--were the ones who laughed. The corner of The Suit's mouth twitched, but he powered through his presentation. "Here on the first page is the basic fight schedule. Tournaments are scheduled for the first Saturday of each month, but the--"

"Excuse me, Mr.--" Natalya interrupted. She still hadn't opened her pamphlet.

"Harris. Mr. Harris."

"Of course, Mr. Harris. When we arrive at Revolve I would like to see a list of Mr. Fischer's newest stock, all of the unowned mutants that he has acquired within the last month. Can you arrange this for me?"

Jake and Vladimir returned to their game of cards, but Callum only pretended to be interested in his Revolve pamphlet. Natalya's lawyer, Aleksandr, looked up from his Blackberry for the first time since they boarded the jet.

"Well--"

"And I would like to see records also: mortality statistics, dossiers on Revolve's top performers, detailed information about your medical facilities and the training program. I will make arrangements for demonstrations in the morning, after I have reviewed these things."

"I--" Mr. Harris passed a glance over Natalya's entourage as he adjusted his tie. Callum had given up on his pamphlet and watched the discourse with an air of boredom. Aleksandr looked faintly amused. "Don't you want to see them fight?"

"I will watch the matches on Sunday, after I'm finished with business."

"Oh." Mr. Harris nodded, finally lowering the pamphlet that he'd unfolded for demonstrative purposes. "All right."

"Thank you." Natalya smiled at the man, broadly enough to show teeth. "That is all that I need. You can sit down now." She returned her attention to the window and her musings about what awaited her at Revolve before Mr. Harris could even formulate a reply.

Opening Post Sample - 390 words

Twilight crept over Sunnydale as the sun began its slow decline toward the western horizon. Sheltered by the slim but growing shadow of a moldering crypt, Noah watched darkness gather like bruises blooming across skin. He sat huddled in the grass with his knees drawn up, all angles inside the folds of a black coat better suited to fall than the sweltering summer heat of southern California. A mop of curly brown hair conspired with a flipped coat collar and a pair of dark sunglasses to hide his face from the waning sunlight. Only his hands were completely visible, fingers spread out over his kneecaps like the spindly limbs of a spider. Soon, very soon, it would be dark enough to take off his sunglasses. And then before he knew it, it would be dark enough for Leila to come out and play. That was the favorite part of Noah's day, the moment that he lived and breathed for: the first glimpse of Leila as she stepped out of her tomb, her cruel face softened with .. well, he wasn't quite sure why she looked so sweet in the few quiet moments before she caught sight of him. Why didn't matter. Those moments, that look was what kept him coming back night after night. Thinking about it made his stomach clench and twist, made his palms all sweaty and tingly.

The sun inched farther and farther away from Sunnydale. All over the city, street lights came on and kids at play halted, frozen by the sudden realization that darkness was coming. People everywhere went back to their homes or sought out the safety of well-lit cafes and restaurants. Noah removed his glasses, revealing green eyes, blood-shot and ringed with dark circles. Almost time. Almost time for the vampires to come out. He reached beneath the crook of one knee and with the sound of crumpling brown paper, withdrew a small bag he'd hidden there. There was no way that the contents (a few ingreedients from the magic shop, for Leila of course) could have gone missing, but he checked that everything was still there before he rose to his feet and paced closer to Leila's crypt. He had to be right in front of the door when she finally opened it, otherwise he might miss it: those moments, that look.

Mid-thread Post Sample - 489 words

From the moment that Natalya first heard of Revolve, she was skeptical. She'd seen people do amazing things with the right resources, but how did you incarcerate a person who could walk through walls or spit acid? More importantly, how could you force a mutant like that to fight in an arena? Standing there in the observation room with nothing separating her from “the freaks” but a piece of glass, she had no choice but to believe that what she witnessed was real. Fischer had accomplished the impossible.

Naturally, Natalya's attention was initially drawn to the mutants with the flashiest powers: the man with flaming hands and the teleporter that seemed to “pop” in and out of existence around him. It was like flipping a light switch in her head. Her thoughts immediately began to race, working over several different problems at once: memorizing how the two mutants' powers interacted and played off of each other, considering the positives and negatives of each (both in terms of showmanship and the facility to win a fight), a few quick calculations to project which of them would be the most cost-effective choice.

The rest of the people in the room weren't nearly as excited. Vladimir sat in the very center of the line of chairs, arms crossed. At 6'4” tall and 310 pounds, his girth expanded well into the chairs at either side of him, discouraging anyone from sitting next to him. Aleksandr hovered near the small refreshment table, examining the assortment of fruit with an air of boredom. It didn't matter one wit to him which mutant his sister-in-law chose, he was only there to handle the contract. Mr. Harris remained standing near the door, frozen in a loop of nervous uncertainty. Should he sit? Try to talk to Natalya about the mutants she was watching? He thought he'd very much like to have a drink. Even a glass of champagne would do.

Just as Ava was guided into the center of the training room by a guard, Jake moved up next to Natalya, offering her a fluted glass of champagne. Through the two-way mirror, Natalya's eyes met Ava's and narrowed. She waved the glass off with a snarl, to which Jake merely shrugged, downing the champagne himself in one gulp. “Who is that girl? What is she supposed to do?” Natalya asked Mr. Harris without looking away from the mirror.

Mr. Harris cleared his throat, taking a couple of step closer to get a better look. “I'm uh.. not sure, I don't recognize her. She might be the girl who was scheduled to fight, the one that's resistant to damage.” It was just a guess, based on her late arrival. He peered sidelong at Natalya, half expecting to find her smiling murderously. Instead, he found her still staring at the hapless young blonde, her expression a mask of thoughtfulness laid thinly over something much darker.

Arkham Lykoi · 07-30-2011, 01:50 PM

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