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This is where I plan to put my stuff related to my characters that is SFW.

 
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David Warner: David Warner is a forty-five-year-old widow and a father to twenty-year-old Alexander Warner. He was the husband of Rebecca Warner, a vibrant and loving young woman who was killed at the age of twenty-five by the vampire Daniil Naumov, who drowned her in their bathtub before kidnapping their son and sending him to the Processing Center.

David Warner was raised by the late Yuri Takashi, former leader of the Order of the Black Rose, a non-denominational Christian based hunters organization based in Los Angelos California. He has an adoptive brother and sister, the son and daughter of Yuri Takashi, but he has no natural siblings, having been an only child of deceased parents who were also hunters, just as he was, although he did not discover this until he was ten years old, as it was kept secret from him for all that time.

David has the appearance of a thirty-year-old man, and he is one of the immortals created from the spelled food that Gabriel distributed around the world, not realizing that the sleeping spell was also a potent spell that would render the victim immortal. Additionally, the spell has the side effect of taking away hunger and the physical need to eat.



To say David Warner was nervous was an understatement. The truth was, the vampire hunter was afraid of what he was about to do. Any individual confronting one of the four would be. At least any sane individual. After all it wasn't every day someone who hunted and killed vampires to avenge the death of his sister had to go before a vampire there was absolutely no way he could defeat.

He was going into this with the understanding he might not be coming out of it. But as frightened as David was of the man he was about to in essence, surrender to, he was even more afraid of the reason why. What he had seen an hour earlier was enough to shake the very core and essence of the hunter, his mission, and what he stood for. It was enough for him to seek out a man so powerful he was known to be able to kill with a single glance.

David felt ridiculous as he walked up to the vampire's house, unarmed. He would never have dreamed of doing what he was about to do, but desperate times call for desperate measures. He stood there, in front of the door, realizing that his last chance to chicken out and decide not to do this was gone as he reached out and rang the highblood's doorbell, waiting rather impatiently given the circumstances for the vampire to open the door.

"Here goes nothing," David said as he stood there, listening to the doorbell, or was it the dinner bell, ringing for the man that lived inside that lavish home.


"You overgrown mosquito. Forget your heart, I'm going to drive a stake so far up your ass Dracula would be jealous...."

"I was married in a church. Saint Anne's actually. Rebecca and I hated each other as much as we loved each other I think. But when I found out that she was dead, I was devastated. I assume my son is dead too. He would have been five years old this year. I don't know if I would ever want to have any more children. It was hard coming home and finding that crib empty. I would not be able to go through that again I think. It would be too much to bear."
 
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Alexander Warner: Alexander Warner, son of David and Rebecca Warner, was kidnapped by Daniil Naumov. He was brainwashed by the cult of the Blood God. He was assigned a number, 15, and he was raised in the cult, used as a blood slave, and grew up knowing that he would be processed for meat for supernatural creatures when he turned 30 years of age. At the age of 20 he was rescued by his father.

Shortly after, in a roundabout way, he was turned into a vampire by the hybrid Varen, who had been assigned the number 13. Although they had a rocky start due to differing views on the cult of the Blood God, the religion they both had been indoctrinated with, Alex and Varen are now dating. Alex also has Daniil Naumov as his familiar due to the fact his first taste of blood was the blood of a deceased vampire, because, like his mother Rebecca, he was a Necromancer as a human.

"If you break the commandments of the Blood God, you spend eternity in the Pit of Despair. Being in the Processing Center is.....an honor. You can serve the true god of the universe, prepare for his coming. It is all an honor. Although I am disappointed, Sirs. I was looking forward to my processing."

"The void," Alex said as the ghost disappeared into the darkness. "I remember my mother mentioning that place once, when I was a little kid. When I asked her about what happened to evil dead people. She said most of them are in the void. I wonder, was she also a Necromancer? I think she must have been now that I think back on things she did. From what she told me of the Void, it does not sound like someplace I would want to be."
 
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Father Frank Callahan: Father Frank Callahan is a Franciscan Priest who works for the Vatican. He is a bisexual, a liberal, and a park of the kink and fetish based community, although he does this secretly and it is not common knowledge because of the scandal it would bring to the Roman Catholic Church. He is also one of the immortals created from the mishap of Gabriel Berger, who recently spelled a bunch of food and served it to various people around the world, for shits and giggles.

Now that Frank can survive the wounds that a normal human would die from, he uses this gift to help others who have issues with uncontrolled anger. He benefits by being able to experience different levels of pain and suffering and enlightenment than he ever did before, and those he aids, get their own release as well without having to worry about accidentally permanently injuring or killing him.

Frank has not yet come to terms with the fact that he is immortal. He is afraid of living forever, and being lonely and having no one else to share it with. He also is afraid of getting attached to regular mortals that will eventually grow old and die, and leave him behind. He is currently looking for someone to share his life with, and he hopes it will be someone immortal like he is, so that they can share immortality together and he does not have to deal with leaving them behind.

"I really do not know exactly how many people I have helped over the years. But I have heard confessions, done pastoral counseling, performed exorcisms, and I have provided information from the Vatican's archives to those who need it to deal with demonic threats.

I suppose I could help out in other ways, given that myself and my entire congregation is now more or less immortal from eating and drinking Gabriel's spelled food. I fell down the stairs, broke my neck, and merely healed from it. I never expected that to happen to me. But it has the potential I think in helping others. Maybe even you."

"I swing that way myself. I have no issues with love in all its forms. And even good old fashioned lust is fine with me. It's human. We are all human. There are enough real evil things in this world. Demons, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, stupid mages like Gabriel. Pizza with pineapple on it..... "
 
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Gabriel Berger: Gabriel Berger is a reckless and inept mage who although he appears to be the age 25, is actually truly forty years of age due to an immortality spell cast by Nathan Bauer, the same spell that turned David Warner, Father Frank Callahan, and many others into the immortals. Gabriel did not realize exactly what he was doing when he cast the spell. He thought he was merely putting the victims to sleep. The immortality was merely a side effect.

"My name is Gabriel. Fifteen years ago, I accidentally opened a portal to this place called Selaria. This hybrid vampire angel guy named Sadhial found me. He took me prisoner. He did things to me. Horrible things...."

"I never intended to do anything more than put them to sleep. And I never really meant to break into this place. It was purely an accident. I'm not a very good mage. Granted I had a lot of time to practice my magic over the last fifteen years, so I am better. Watch me summon a dandelion." The mage began summoning a flower. He turned it into a spider, let it crawl on his hand, and turned it back into a dandelion again. "Pet spider. Stupid mage. Good times."

This square in the middle of the room, is the only thing that is safe. If I step off of it everything goes bat shit and I am skewered in a dozen different ways."
 
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Balin Florin: A young man who is a fashion designer in Romania. He is twenty-five and got into fashion designing five years earlier, putting Romania on the map as he said. His clothing is a cross between something that would be seen at Armani's and Hot Topic.

He has recently begun creating a line of fetish wear at his shop, Florin's in Bucharest, Romania. It is risque, he knows, but he is confident that he will be successful in the venture, even if he is a little nervous about actually releasing this line of clothing.

"Oh, do you mean, do I have a boyfriend. A kinky boyfriend." Balin's cheeks blushed a bit. He swallowed. "It has been a long time since I have had someone to wear these for. I have had several men try, but it takes a special person to get my interest, and to hold it."

"Well, it seems like a tall order," Balin said, as he started thinking about how to articulate it. "But I want someone that is understanding, can hold a conversation. Has opinions and is not afraid to express them. Will also let me have my opinions. Someone I can talk to, to help with the loneliness I sometimes feel. I want a friend first."
 
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Queen Mahalia: Queen Mahalia is the new leader of the American West Coast Legion of Vampires. She has risen to power by feasting on the blood of other vampires and taking their power. A cold and calculating woman, this fiesty redhead takes what she wants without any care as to whether or not someone else likes it. If someone is standing in the way of what she wants, she either bends them to her will or totally removes the obstacle standing in front of them.

Quote One: "You don't need your hand held through it. You hunted before, you will do it again. Feed from the humans, or don't feed from the humans. Feed from the vampires around here. If you can manage to do so, more power to you. Or, you can feed off one of my animals. If you have a problem even with that, drink from a god damn blood bag for all I care. I am your maker, but I am not your god damn mother. I will not hand you dinner on a silver platter."

Mahalia refuses to feed off of humans. It is not a moral issue for her at all, but it is an issue of greed. She feeds from other vampires to try and usurp their power for herself. This is how she rose to the position of the Queen of the West Coast Legion of Vampires, and the leader of Los Vegas in particular.

Quote Two:"And, darling, I am not Carlos. I am nothing at all like the former leader of t his city. I don't feed on humans. I feed only on supernaturals. Vampires. I drain them for their power. Human blood no longer satisfies my thirst." Mahalia smirked. "There is nothing quite like turning the predator into prey. I hope its something you get to feel for yourself someday. But my blood will be a privilege. Once you have earned it, you will have it. Until then, you can wonder what it tastes like. Wonder and continue to wonder. Until you are worthy."



Queen Mahalia had created a twisted paradise, and tonight she was inviting the most influential among the other supernaturals in the West Coast Legion of Vampires to dine at the table with her. This was not exactly your normal dinner. For some it was their 'Last Supper.'

Two long tables were crafted in the dining room, but these tables were actually bondage beds and not simply places to dine upon human food, although that was also available for consumption. A male and female specimen were both chained to the tables, completely naked, understanding this was their last night on this earth. The female, a beautiful busty blonde, with beautiful pierced nipples, was crying quietly, tears of anguish falling down her pretty cheeks. The male, however, was struggling against his bonds.

"You will never get away with this slut. I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill you." He said, tossing out angry threats her way which he was not likely to ever be able to deliver on.

"I don't think so." Mahalia said. She glanced to those in attendance with a sadistic smile and said. "All right you have all waited patiently to eat long enough, lets dig in. Ash I require your services now."

Ash, an attractive young fledgling vampire with dyed grey hair wearing a cyberpunk rave outfit, had a seat in the Queen's lap, allowing her to sink her fangs into her ivory throat.

"Vampire blood is so much sweeter." Mahalia said, intoxicated by the taste of Ash's sweet blood. 'This is the life.' Mahalia thought to herself as she sat quietly at the table at the dinner party she was hosting. 'Things couldn't possibly be any more perfect than they are right now.'
 

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Theodan Feldan is the son of King Aria, the King of the Eastern American Legion of Vampires. He is used to being given everything he could possibly want or desire, and what he is not given, he has been taught to take whether someone else likes it or not. He is being prepared to one day rule over the vampires of the East Coast. He is looking forward to that day, the day when he no longer has to follow orders, but can give them, and the day when he no longer has to live in King Aria's shadow.

Quote One: Wont do it my ass. Dare me and Im twice as likely. I am not afraid to put my money where my mouth is you sexy bastard.

Theodan's feeding preference is handsome and masculine men. He has a taste for fiesty individuals, submissives with a backbone, and he enjoys taking and breaking male vampire hunters in particular, typically killing them without a bit of remorse.

He currently has nine fledglings. He likes to keep a collection of men around him to keep himself occupied and entertained. He has never been truly in love before though, and it would take a special man to actually win his heart. He is not averse to letting others try, and is actually disappointed that no one has ever succeeded in this endeavor.


Quote Two: "He was waiting for you? Whatever for? Are you his elder brother? The designated driver. You couldn't possibly be his date. He doesn't belong on anyone elses arms but mine."
 

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Mother Carmen was sick again. This irritated Sister Agnes greatly. The Novice Mistress was going to have to stand in for Mother Carmen in all her appointments for the day, and she did not look forward to doing this at all. Sister Agnes Carter finished cleaning the altar and putting up the flowers in the chapel, which was something that she had to do because the old and wrinkly nun was too sick to do it, and she made her way into Mother Carmen's office, which was adjacent to the chapel, opening up her appointment book.

It was almost 8 a.m., and Sister Agnes was tired from some sinful escapades the night before, and she really would rather have been sleeping, but the hour and a half lunch and rest was not until 11:30 a.m, and she still had a few hours to go yet, and so she poured herself a cup of Pumpkin Spice coffee from Green Mountain, added cream and sugar, and then started to drink it as she went over the Mother Superior's boring schedule for the day.

"Clean the chapel, =Check- Call Father Gabriel and inform him that Mother Carmen will not be meeting him for lunch. =Check- Inform Sister Rita that the shipment of rosaries has been delayed another twenty-four hours. =Check- Meet with Robert something or another, who is taking a one month visit to the Retreat house. =Double Check.- Damn I hope he is cute and young. Because I am in a shitty mood and I need someone to take it out on." Sister Agnes said as she closed the old fashioned appointment book, sat it back down on the oak desk, and made her way out of the room towards the parlor where she found the man she was to meet with waiting.

"Hello, there." Sister Agnes said, smoothing the folds of her long completely white habit, and resisting the urge to adjust her veil, which boasted of a few tufts of wheat colored hair that had come loose. She knew this, but did not bother to try and fix it. No one else was there to see it, and it really was not that much hair. "I am Sister Agnes, I will be meeting with you today. Mother Carmen is indisposed. The flu. I hope you pray for her swift recovery. Because she has left me with a ton of work to do on top of my own."



Sister Agnes Monroe: A member of the Sisters of Saint Valentine for the past six months, the young woman is leaving the postulancy for the novitiate and entering the secret order of Penitents. Agnes was born in Detroit, Michigan. She converted to Roman Catholicism at age sixteen. She was raised a Baptist. For this reason, she was not allowed to enter the order immediately upon her graduation but was made to get a Bachelor's Degree before entering the convent as is recommended by the Vatican.

Quote One: "I'm really, really confused right now. This is not even close to what I was expecting. What is the point of all of this? This is against everything I was ever taught. I don't understand. Help me to understand." Sister Agnes to Sister Mary the first time she stepped into the Inner Cloister and was shown the BDSM dungeon that was hidden within its walls.
 

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Mother Carmen was sick again. This irritated Sister Agnes greatly. The Novice Mistress was going to have to stand in for Mother Carmen in all her appointments for the day, and she did not look forward to doing this at all. Sister Agnes Carter finished cleaning the altar and putting up the flowers in the chapel, which was something that she had to do because the old and wrinkly nun was too sick to do it, and she made her way into Mother Carmen's office, which was adjacent to the chapel, opening up her appointment book.

It was almost 8 a.m., and Sister Agnes was tired from some sinful escapades the night before, and she really would rather have been sleeping, but the hour and a half lunch and rest was not until 11:30 a.m, and she still had a few hours to go yet, and so she poured herself a cup of Pumpkin Spice coffee from Green Mountain, added cream and sugar, and then started to drink it as she went over the Mother Superior's boring schedule for the day.

"Clean the chapel, =Check- Call Father Gabriel and inform him that Mother Carmen will not be meeting him for lunch. =Check- Inform Sister Rita that the shipment of rosaries has been delayed another twenty-four hours. =Check- Meet with Robert something or another, who is taking a one month visit to the Retreat house. =Double Check.- Damn I hope he is cute and young. Because I am in a shitty mood and I need someone to take it out on." Sister Agnes said as she closed the old fashioned appointment book, sat it back down on the oak desk, and made her way out of the room towards the parlor where she found the man she was to meet with waiting.

"Hello, there." Sister Agnes said, smoothing the folds of her long completely white habit, and resisting the urge to adjust her veil, which boasted of a few tufts of wheat colored hair that had come loose. She knew this, but did not bother to try and fix it. No one else was there to see it, and it really was not that much hair. "I am Sister Agnes, I will be meeting with you today. Mother Carmen is indisposed. The flu. I hope you pray for her swift recovery. Because she has left me with a ton of work to do on top of my own."


Scenario One: Your character is a penitent sinner who comes to see one of the Sisters of Saint Valentine for counseling. They have done something that they can be blackmailed for, and instead of actually helping to lead the penitent to salvation, the nun takes advantage of the poor penitent, engaging in a messed up bdsm session with the penitent. The nun takes on the role of a Dominatrix, and disciplines the penitent for his or her actions, and for her own pleasure.


Sister Agnes Monroe: A member of the Sisters of Saint Valentine for the past six months, the young woman is leaving the postulancy for the novitiate and entering the secret order of Penitents. Agnes was born in Detroit, Michigan. She converted to Roman Catholicism at age sixteen. She was raised a Baptist. For this reason, she was not allowed to enter the order immediately upon her graduation but was made to get a Bachelor's Degree before entering the convent as is recommended by the Vatican.



Quote One: "I'm really, really confused right now. This is not even close to what I was expecting. What is the point of all of this? This is against everything I was ever taught. I don't understand. Help me to understand." Sister Agnes to Sister Mary the first time she stepped into the Inner Cloister and was shown the BDSM dungeon that was hidden within its walls.

Scenario Two: A woman who has a true vocation to become a nun hears good things about the Sisters of Saint Valentine, and goes for a Come and See weekend, unaware of the blasphemous mess of a convent that she is entering, and of the experiences that she is about to have.

Scenario Three: It is Medieval Times. A woman has broken the law in a time when the wrong move can lead to being accused of witchcraft. She has the ability to see spirits and sense when death is coming, a gift she did not ask for and did not want, and that is the reason that she has been named a witch. The Mother Superior of the Sisters of Saint Valentine is an actual witch, and saves the young woman from being burnt at the stake as a witch, but the catch is, she must enter the Sisters of Saint Valentine and live the rest of her life as a virtual slave to the order, in obedience to the Mother Superior and the other nuns.



Sister Mary Sebastien: A member of the Sisters of Saint Valentine for the past twelve years, the woman is the Mistress of Novices. A Cradle Catholic, Mary was raised in the faith, and knew since she was eight years old, when she received her first communion that she wanted to become a nun. She entered the cloister at age eighteen. She became a novice at age twenty. She took her final vows at age twenty-six and has a silver ring commemorating the occasion.

Quote One: "You can enter the Order of Penitents, which you studied about for the past six months, or you can go to one of the 'safe orders' fast and pray and never truly be freed from sinfulness. The choice is ultimately up to you."
 
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