Clans Of Twilight City
Kasami: Business people by nature they're usually involved with most of the corporations in Twilight City. They do not hunt and kill as is customary of the 'Old Traditions' they buy and trade humans as livestock and sell blood on the market and any killing that needs be done clan to clan is usually done by hired Thugs, or Assassins from the Telmote clan. You'll usually be able to distinguish those of this clan by their manicured appearance and by their vehicles (ex: sportscars, limos, streetbikes) and by their residences (ex: penthouses, mansions, etc.)

Demonites: Spiritualistic shadows amidst the confusion, the Demonites are an ever present figure of power combined of a vampire and demon by the one known as Chaos they posses an immeasurable strength and a cold, cruel cunning. Tribal by nature they represent the Darkness that is Chaos. Distinguishable by their shunning of civilization they are usually unseen in Twilight City but be warned if you see one you are sure to see many. Hard not to recognize most have large leathery wings
(Many of the older members have grown horns; their skin is usually of a darker tint, sometimes even different colors)

Telmots: Warning: If you see one of these you better hope it's to do business because if it's not, then you are business. A clan of professional assassins they are most easily identifiable by their cybernetic implants (some even have whole appendage replacement). Mostly known by the Kasami, they are readily hired out to eliminate targets, usually going to the highest bidder. They are lead by a mysterious figure known as Dominion, some say he is a mercenary who lost his humanity long ago and became a robot in a time when The Light still existed, others speculate that instead of being a humanoid he is a Artificial Intelligence that guides the Telmote. Not much is known on this matter, however, if you like you can ask the Telmote themselves….

Horde: In the Vampire Invasion when Chaos remade the world, before Humankind became livestock, a brilliant geneticist by the name of David Bergman in a last desperate attempt to push back the onslaught created the Reapers, a genetically engineered vampire tracker killer with a hunger for vampire flesh, these creatures are not to be taken lightly. They are the only known threat to Vampire kind, distinguishable by their separating lower mandibles, they consume endlessly. Most likely found lurking in the shadows of street allies and traveling by sewer system, they prefer to take the image of a street bum to lure in unsuspecting victims as a spider would and thus ensnaring them. You will even find the Telmote are edgy about going into the allies at night…

Shasinn: Strictly Traditional in a new Untraditional world, they are the Nobles in Twilight City, strong of Bloodline and Honor they refuse to accept a Technological Era. Distinguished mostly by their medieval dress and fanfare, they speak with an ancient tongue and carry themselves with an air of regality, disdaining all those considered 'New Era' Vampires. They keep with Old Traditions, instead of using the Markets and stockyards for buying food they hunt for themselves, as they believe Vampires should. Usually to be found in the shadowed ruins of long forgotten cities, they tend to keep to their own…


*Please No OOC.... Make sure to read everything that is going on before you join in. Any questions about the Clans or anything else, please PM me*

As you stroll down the empty street and the ever-present night, a barely audible thumping reaches your ears, the sound of techno, the sound of a Rave. Seeing as though you have nothing better to do, you make your way towards the party.

As you come around another intersection, you find the sidewalk and most of the street crowded with various nightlife, slowly gaining entrance to what appears to be an abandon factory, emanating bass so powerful your heart hammers in your chest.

As you make it to the front of the line a pair of burly bouncers dressed in black and speaking into headsets check you for weapons then check you for glyphs from different clans seeing none one states in a gruff voice “Ahhh fresh meat..” and shoves you inside. Upon entrance the first thing that hits you is the overwhelming lightshow and the crunching techno music, the bartender looks up from the bar whistles and yells, “Hey! This is The Midnight Hour, so get out of the doorway, grab a drink and please, no pickup lines last guy that did that is Tavia’s new throw rug.”

The hour was early when Tavia turned onto her side to look at the clock beside her bed to see that it was an hour before sunset, which was unusual for her to be awake this early but she dismissed it as she sat up in her bed. She looked about the penthouse for a few moments before sliding her feet over the side of the bed and sat there for a few minutes before getting up. After having herself a glass of blood, Tavia went ahead and picked out her clothes for the evening’s rave then stepped into the shower. While in the shower she heard the phone ring a couple times, which was a first as most her family, friends and co-workers knew that she didn’t wake until after sunset. Feeling refreshed and awake, Tavia proceeded to get around before heading out the door and to the club. As she walked the the hallway to the stairs, she listened for any commotions that might be going on outside of the club or for that matter, any life outside. Tavia continued down the stairwell to the third level of the club where most or all the staff resided. She stood in the hallway for a few moments to see if anyone else was awake, when she saw no one about, she proceeded down the stairs to the second level of the club only stopping for a moment before going to the club level. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Tavia looked about the empty club for a few moments before making her way over behind the bar to make herself a drink. After putting the liquor back behind the counter, Tavia walked over to the booth, sat the glass on the table before sitting down and propping her feet up on the table to enjoy the silence that she knew would only last an hour longer before the Ravers started pouring in.

Kasami: Business people by nature they're usually involved with most of the corporations in Twilight City. They do not hunt and kill as is customary of the 'Old Traditions' they buy and trade humans as livestock and sell blood on the market and any killing that needs be done clan to clan is usually done by hired Thugs, or Assassins from the Telmote clan. You'll usually be able to distinguish those of this clan by their manicured appearance and by their vehicles (ex: sportscars, limos, streetbikes) and by their residences (ex: penthouses, mansions, etc.)



Name: Syn
Race: Kasami
Age: Unkown
Eye clolor: Gray Steel Blue
Hair Color: Red Lenght: Mid back
Height: Five foot seven
Weight: Slightly less than one hundred pounds
Job: Bar Tender
Personality: Very creative, seductive, mysyerious, withdrawn, very cold and brash towards others. Chances are if you're seen leaving with this character you won't be returning. She may be small but there's a reason she's the tender. She's hell on wheels and she has been placed there by Tavia to keep the peace at times. Very loyal to Tavia yet Syn is still one to break the rules. So come in have a drink after all you're the one buying.....

Her shadow loomed before her the quick click of her stiletto heels seeming to weave the comforting pattern of a lovers heart when touched in the most intimate way as she walked hurriedly towards the club. Syn, had broken a simple rule placed upon her by Tavia. That rule being not to leave the club alone. She searched the crowd as she approached pale faces blending with the flushed faced ravers. She forced her way through them cutting into the front of the line. A young man started to protest when one of the bouncers stepped forward placing a large hand on his shoulder. The other stepped to the side speaking gruffly. *Evening Syn out for another stroll I see* Not bothering to answer she skirted quickly towards the stairs making her way to her room locking the door behind herself. Shrugging her shoulders her heavy leather coat groaned and slipped to the floor. Dropping onto the bed she unbuckled her boots slipping them off her pants following dropping into the growing pile on the floor. Rising she half stumbled to the rest room starring into the mirror. Her eyes waxed with the dullness of the grave, her shirt pasted against the bloodied gashes she'd cut along her stomach to punish herself for her hunger. The razor loomed as a reminder its long ivory handle stained in the sink where it had been dropped the leather strap dropped haphazardly on the floor. Slipping out of her undergarments she tossed them aside and climbed into the shower the warm water washing pink pools between the tile. Soon she dried and dressed. Syn stood lacing her leather pants up the side placing small silver clasps on the end of the ties. Standing there infront of her mirror her hands slide up to admire her black satin corset which bite into the wounds sharply. Long red hair splayed across her face hiding high cheek bones and full lips. Brushing her hair back her finger tips strummed over her collar. A thick silver band etched with running vines and ivy curling forward over a large red stone a silver cover clasping shut marked with the encryption. Hail to Kallikrates and her Kallistacate Standing no more than five foot seven in boots weighing less than a hundred pounds she was no more than a sickly morbid doll. Disgusted with herself she turned swiftly and made her way down stairs taking her place behind the bar. Teetering slightly she leaned against the sturdy counter. A soft smile played over her lips even though she knew what little strength she had would play out soon. She was polished, a well refined woman, but she was at work and here she was nothing more than a bitch of a bartender. Looking to Tavia and speaking in her normal brash tone. * Tavia I see your up. No new play thing to work your sheets red with? Tisk tisk I told you after a bit they'd stop coming. No one likes to end up torn and dead after all.* She slipped up onto the counter resting slightly against a pole that ran to the ceiling. Knowing the click of her heels would irritate Tavia. *You look lonesome tonight lovely. Something on your mind?

Demonites: Spiritualistic shadows amidst the confusion, the Demonites are an ever present figure of power combined of a vampire and demon by the one known as Chaos they posses an immeasurable strength and a cold, cruel cunning. Tribal by nature they represent the Darkness that is Chaos. Distinguishable by their shunning of civilization they are usually unseen in Twilight City but be warned if you see one you are sure to see many. Hard not to recognize most have large leathery wings
(Many of the older members have grown horns; their skin is usually of a darker tint, sometimes even different colors)

Name: Sephal-El (Seph)
Race: Demonite
Age: Not Applicable (Created in the Dark ages from Demon and Vampire stock)
Eye clolor: Reddish Purple like blood straight from your heart before oxygen can pollute it. With a small black pupil in the center.
Hair Color: He has been hairless long enough that color is a moot point.
Height: Six feet, Six inches at the top of his head.
Weight: Slightly more than 200 pounds
Job: Chaos incarnate, He haunted dark forests until he descoverd how much fun mortals reactions to Chaos was.
Personality: Compassion is not a word used when describing him. Revels in the destruction of mankind and anything man made. Loves to leave everyone confused about the hows and whys of the Chaos he leaves behind. Because he has taken a shine to haunting Twilight City he has become somewhat ostracized by his clan. He could hardly care less...
Appearance: Black smooth skin.(No Hair-Anywhere) Black as in allmost purple not anything camparable to any mortal races tint. His horns sprout from the top of his forehead and spiral back and around his head like a rams horns. His toothy smile literally goes from ear to ear. He has rows of sharp pointy teeth like a sharks. When some break off the ones behind eventually move forward to fill in the gaps. His tongue is like a snakes and his wide jaw can come unhinged. Enabling him to swallow whatever his teeth can knaw off. Because of the nature of his tongue and jaw he long ago began communucating either using thought projection or telekinesis the latter being his predferred method because of the confusion it causes.(PM me if you have any questions about this) His wings are very large because of his weight. They are membraneous and as black as the rest of him. When light passes through them they appear to be the same colour as his eyes. His arms are hugly muscled and terminate in three clawed 'fingers' and and apposing clawed thumb. His legs are also heavily muscled and reverse jointed resembling a bulls. Well a steroid ODed bull but a bull nonetheless. He wears a leather (The skin of his last mate) Cover over his massive maleness (Like a Jock strap thing). His legs terminate in three clawed toes with a massive fourth claw. (Like a velocoraptor) He has the ability to cloud mortals minds so that they cannot see him or so that he appears as harmless as they are. He has just recently developed a craving for Vampire flesh.

The table begins to hum. At first a low hum like an idling muscle car motor then nothing then the surface of the table speaks in an amazing facsimile of Tavias voice.

-Thats because I can't get anything that is still alive you skinny bitch-

Up in the rafters a crouching Sephal-El Smirks...

At first, Tavia had not heard Syn’s brash, biting words as she was lost in thought but quickly roused from it with a scowl on her pale lips as she chided herself for carelessness. “Yes, I am up and it seems that you have finally decided to make your way back to the club..When are you going to get it into your head Syn that you are not to leave the club? When I hired you on that was one of the rules I placed upon you with good reason..” Tavia’s emerald eyes gleamed darkly when she glanced up at Syn through stray strands of ebony hair that had fallen into her eyes. The tone of her voice colder than even she had expected it to be, “As for what ‘play thing’ graces my sheets is very little concern of yours at the moment Syn, your concern at the moment is not me but the bar which should be open for our patrons who are steadily coming in..” With a light growl at what appeared to be an imitation of her voice, she glanced about the booth for a few moments before glancing upwards to see a smirking Sephal-El in the shadowy rafters then glances to Syn. Normally it wouldn’t matter to Tavia who heard her thoughts, but for reasons of her own, Tavia intentionally kept her thoughts protected from Sephal-El, ‘Seems we have a prankster above tonight..Shall we see how far it is going to take the prank or shall we stop it before it gets too out of hand?’ Continuing to look at Syn, Tavia slid pale fingers over the black leather band about her wrist for a few moments before casually sliding them down along her arm, keeping what she had taken from the band hidden from all onlookers before she lifted pale, slender fingers to her lips then lowered her hand so that it rested lightly on her bare midriff. Chuckling, her lips parted just enough for Syn to see what she had slipped into her mouth but shook her head slightly so that Syn wouldn’t say or think anything, knowing that there was one in particular about…

Sephal-Els tongue flicked in her ear gently tickling it.

The table speaks once more now in a high piched groan like someone had warped a recording of the smurfs.

"Aww you're no fun. I'm going out for a bite... Miss me."

He stands and flourishes a bow at Syn and the table speaks again this time in a deep baratone.

"Tell me next time you want to sneak out. I'm sure we would have a good time..."

Sephel-El sees by the look on her face that she is in no better mood than Tavia.

-Bah I'm hungry. I'll leave you uptight piglets to wallow in your own little miseries-

He surrounds himself with a shimmering miasma of energy that will cause most mortals to not notice him. The ones that do see him see a large well dressed black man with a warm smile and a stealy stare. They share this image with most of the Vampires. A very few of the Vampires minds are strong enough though and they can see him in his true form. That is why some time ago he gave up on trying to clothe himself with this veil around his tempermental employer and his waiflike workmate.

He walks out the front door and is disturbed to find two or three of the Vampires waiting in line recognize him as a threat.

-I'm going to have to work on that-

He quickly walks around the corner and disappears into a dark alleyway.

As he silently lands on the roof he is suprised to find only one Vampire. -Perfect-
Normally there were two or three skulking around up here thinking to break in or to just watch for the inebreated club-goers that made easy prey. The word must be getting out that this is not a safe vantage point for such activities.

-Good-

He runs a couple of steps and the crunching gravel under his claws makes the obviously young Vampire turn in time to see Sephal-Els huge leathery wings expand to embrace the quantity of stale night air required to lift his clawed feet high enough for the Half demon to tear his suprised prey from his vantge point and carry him over to the top of the next building. His huge prehensile claws pierce through the startled vampires chest and hook onto his collarbones as the Demonspawn lifts him from the rooftop. The Vampire is supringly calm as Sephal-El lands on the next roof top and pins him to the ground.

-Why don't you struggle young worm? The bird has you in it's beak. Do you have a deathwish?-
"No, I just know something you don't know."

The Vampire flinches and from the toes of his boots wicked blades spring forth. The blade on his left foot finds its mark in the center of Sephal-Els huge hamstring. With an unearthly screach he hops into the air and tears the Vampires shoulders and arms away from his body. The Vampire falls to his knees and looks up at him as Sepal-El picks up one of the bleeding apendages. He carefully peels the leather and silks away from the arm and his tongue flicks into the bloody wound.

-Just fed have we-

The fingers twitch as he tears huge bloody chunks out of the arm and swallows them whole. Fountaining blood the Vampire stands and makes a run for the edge of the building. Without his arms to balance him he stumbles and falls and begins to cry crimson tears.

"Please... I was sent here... I was paid to kill you. I... It wasn't my Idea."

Sephal-El flips him over and puts one clawed foot on his abdomen. The Vampires skull Humms like the engine of a fine sports car then reverberates with a chilling high pitched voice.

-You poor misguded fool. At least I can find solice in the fact that the world is lessened its burden of supporting one moronic idiot- The skull rings with a continuous high pitched squeel that climbs in pitch until the skull pops like a mellon under a large mallot.

His clawed foot grips and tears out his preys sweet loopy pink organs and the Chaos warrior devours them like so much marinara coated pasta.

He is sucking the marrow from one of the femurs as he limps to his station at the top of the stairs waiting for Tavia to open for the night.

Wallow in my misery.. ~ The words tripped off Syn's tongue with a tinge of digust and an empty laugh as she jumped down from the bar flourishing a deep bow to Tavia a smirk upon her lovely lips as she made her way over to the booth. With a skilled flick of her wrist she balanced a cigarette between her lips striking a match at the same instant never seeming to have really moved. No wasted effort or care in her dead eyes as she stared at Tavia~ I had things to take care of Tavia. I can't waste away behind the bar every night. besides a pretty girl needs her late night beauty creep after all. ~Smirking once more as her hands fly out to the sides as she speaks in a dramatic flare and bumps the table~ try smiling once in a while it won't kill you after all. Been there done that so you'll be fine. So what's wrong lovely? Tell me or it's up up and out Syn goes again. ~ Standing still watching the club slowly fill her mind opens to the stranger~ What plans would you have for us if I did decide to sneak out again? Making a midnight snack of me? I do warn you unlike that poor bastard you met top side I'm no push over. ~chuckling her mind closes again as she looks to Tavia once more~

Right when Sephal-El’s tongue flickered against her ear, Tavia reached up to grab it with her fingernails and intentionally pressed her nails in knowing that thought it would hurt, it wouldn’t bother Sephal in the least bit. A smirk passed over her lips at his words, “You’re just upset that I haven’t given you any attention Seph that’s why you think I’m no fun.” With a wicked grin, she pulled his tongue before letting go, “I’ll miss you like I miss an innocent’s sweet lifeblood..”
At Seph’s calling them piglets, Tavia opened her mind to him so that he could feel the hiss that mentally slid through her mind at the same moment she bared her fangs to him though she kept the words between the two of them – Call me an uptight piglet again Seph and we shall see how friendly you are when I put you in chains not letting you feed- She knew that the razor she had slipped behind her fangs earlier in the night had slide out so that the edge gleamed just right so that Seph could see it but she didn’t care.
Tavia watched the crowd of Ravers move out of his way and shook her head, lightly muttering knowing that Syn would hear her anyways, “If I didn’t know better, I would say that he likes to get a rise of sorts out of me to see just how far he can push before I punish him…”
Tavia had intentionally kept her mind open to his so she knew of the feeding that Seph had done, knew that it had been a vampire that had recently fed and knew why he was limping when she had walked past him to the doors of the club to greet some of the newcomers as well as talk with the bouncers that were at the doors.
-Hunting like that can also be dangerous for you Seph..Do be more careful lest you hurt more when I get a hold of you and make you wish you had been- A wicked grin passed over her lips as she turned to back to make her way over to the bar and glanced to Seph..
Turning to look at Syn, “It doesn’t matter if you have things to take care of, you know there are those that would do us harm and that I cannot and will not have..You can always get someone to take care of those things for you or wait till I can go with you…” She ignored the question of what was bothering her to continue scolding Syn…