Fantasy Red Lung Crisis {CS}

[KhalZhavvorsa]

Rules of the RP!
1. Be respectful.
2. No Gary-sue, Mary-sue, God-Mod, OP, Auto-Hit, and etc.
3. No OOC fighting.
4. All RPN rules apply
5. Dark themes are present, be aware!
6. PG-13 Rule applies here.
7. Be mature.
8. Please try to have good spelling and grammar. (Thank you)
9. There is a post requirement of at LEAST 1 paragraph per post. (5-6 decent sentences)
Most importantly, have fun c:!
Cosmo is my Co-DM. Respect him as though he were me.
*Rules are subject to change at anytime. I or Cosmo will inform you if this happens.
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Main Thread: Red Lung Crisis
OOC: Red Lung Crisis {OOC}
Lore: Red Lung Crisis {Lore}

Finally the CS!
Feel free to add onto this or BBCode it c: (Though BBCode is not required)

Name:
Age: (Nothing over 1,000)
Gender:
Species: (Human or Vampire, if vampire then tell me 2nd or 3rd gen)
Sexuality:
Rank:
Job: (Optional)
Personality: (List or paragraph)
History: (At least a paragraph)
Equipment: (If you have any)
Skills: (Humans only)
Appearance: (Photo or detailed description)

 

[KhalZhavvorsa]

• Basic Information
• Details
• Personality
• History

• 
  Name:
  Morrigan Del'Viera
  
  Nicknames/Titles:
  Her Majesty
  The Obsidian Queen
  Lady Morrigan
  
  Age:
  Unknown
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Sexuality:
  Pansexual
  
  Species:
  Vampire
  1st Generation
  
  Rank:
  Queen
  
• 
  Likes:
  -Blood
  -Death
  -Humans
  -Slaves
  -Pets
  -Vampires
  -Order
  -Ruling
  -Wine
  -Night
  
  Dislikes:
  -Street rats (Unregistereds)
  -Defiance
  -Flesh Gods
  -Rebels
  -Spies
  -Liars
  -Cheaters
  -Sunlight
  
  Equipment:
  Most of the time, Morrigan doesn't have to worry about carrying any sort of weapon to defend herself, as there's already someone doing that for her; however, when she does feel like venturing out without protection she carries a katana with her.
  
• 
  Egotistical & Confident ~ Reserved & Analytical ~ Insensitive & Devious
  
  Morrigan tends to be egotistical about not only herself and her abilities, but the world she has created for the cattle under her. Everything she has put into the city has only made it more of an attraction for wanderers, and she loves this. Most vampire cities in the world do not compare to her's, and though she had long removed the human's abilities to remember what came long before the current times, she takes the utmost pride in her kingdom. With this pride however, also comes the fact that she only half-ly cares about the humans that inhabit her little city; to her they are nothing but food.
  
  Morrigan is an ancient master vampire, and as such she is extremely refined and elegant. She may come off as a snob, but she is one of the eldest vampires still alive and will have no issue proving to to you, should she have to. The woman could out class anyone in the known world and do it smiling, as she knows better than anyone how the world and it's customs have all changed.
  
  From all her years on Earth, Morrigan has become a master tactician and quite analytical. She could easily squash the Flesh Gods, if it weren't for the sheer fun of toying with them and making them believe that they might even stand a chance against her. She will rule all of New York sooner or later, but for now she finds it increasingly fun to play with her opposing force.
  
  As stated previously, Morrigan cares nothing for the cattle under her 'care', to her they are simply sheep to be feed and then feed on. She doesn't weep when one dies, blink an eye when she has to hang a few. Nothing. They are food and that is all she sees them as. Even so, she still enjoys playing with her food.
  
• 
  **Her history is a bit too long and I don't care to write it all out, so I'm not gonna~
  New York
  Morrigan is one of the last master vampires in the world, as such she took it upon herself to rise out of the darkness and 'help' those in need. It was almost easy how quickly Morrigan took over each part of the city, as she said each time.."It was like taking candy from a baby." She was building an empire, or so it seemed. Morrigan was strategically taking more and more land in New York, faster than anyone ever thought possible. You could blink and the woman would have already claimed another city for her own; that was until the Flesh Gods came along. A band of humans that rebelled against her control. At first Morrigan had no issues squashing them like the disgusting bugs they were, but once one group rose up..more began to. Each one she squished, it seemed like 3 more popped up; all rallying to the call of freedom from vampires, soon the Flesh Gods grew to be bigger than she had anticipated, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Now a days it seems like she cares not for squishing them, but rather toying with them like they are some kind of little pet she can use to her advantage; perhaps she even was.
  

 

[KhalZhavvorsa]

• Basic Information
• Details
• Personality
• History

• 
  Name:
  Natalia Grimes
  
  Nickname:
  Nat {Preferred-Everyone}
  
  Age:
  20
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Sexuality:
  Demisexual
  
  Species:
  Human
  
  Rank:
  Unregistered
  
• 
  Likes:
  -Unregistereds
  -Swords
  -Reading
  -Fighting
  -Food
  -Defying the vampires
  -Knifes
  -The ruins
  
  Dislikes:
  -Vampires
  -Death
  -Disease
  -Submission
  -Weakness
  -Gangs
  -'Pets'
  
  Skills:
  Basic Combat Training: By this I mean she can hold herself pretty well in a fight.
  
  Reading and Writing: She can read better than 95% of the human race and her writing is well..legible at very best.
  
  Equipment:
  Small backpack x1
  Pocket knife x1
  Lighter x1
  Half drank water bottle x1
  
• 
  Defiant & Headstrong ~ Iron Willed & Stubborn ~ Temperamental & Cunning
  
  Nat has a strong hatred for the bloodsuckers that rule over her and the rest of the damned world. She refuses to play into their hands, and often she risks her life by opposing their rules for living within the Wall, or in her words the Cage. Nat wishes nothing more than to cut the head off the 'Queen' of their little 'kingdom' and bring back the rules of old. Whatever that it was before the tyranny of the vampires.
  
  Nat has a tendency to say what is on her mind, regardless of what 'status' you may hold. She doesn't pull her words or punches, making many people believe she's ruthless and cold hearted. Despite this though, Nat can tend to be a little..headstrong. She doesn't always think about something before she does it, nor does she consider the after effects for her or anyone else. Due to this trait, Nat travels and works alone, that way she doesn't have to worry about anyone but herself. Many are shocked she's made it thus far or even developed her infamous reputation.
  
  Nat is as stubborn as a mule. Getting her to back down from anything..is basically impossible. Unless you can curb it to fit her needs, or make it interesting. With this she has a will stronger than most people who live the life she does, Unregistered. Nat does what she will to survive, even if sometimes it goes against her morals. Even in her mind, rules must be broken to live, even if you hate doing it.
  
  Like a true red head, Nat has a fiery temper and its not hard to set her off, but you should be very cautious of doing so; there's a good chance you'll be bleeding if you push her buttons too much. Its better for your health if you don't piss her off.
  
  Nat is extremely cunning, which earned her the nickname Nat. Like the bug, nat, she is quiet and quick, almost invisible to the eye if you're not paying much attention. Nat is good at easing herself around deals to get better ones, smooth talking someone to get something, and so many various other ways to manipulate someone into getting what she ultimately wants.
  
• 
  A Basic Beginning
  Natalia was born into a family who were registered, and as law states they could only have one child, Nat was that one. She was born in early summer and came out with her father's bright red hair, a sight not many people had seen before. Life for her was pretty easy, or so it seemed to be when she was a child. Father would play with her, teach her so many cool tricks. Mother would teach her the essentials, cooking, reading and how to write. Little did she know that the things they were teaching her were forbidden. Humans weren't supposed to know these things, but Nat didn't know that..and as she began to get other and make friends with the neighborhood children, she too would teach them these strange things. Until one day..she was caught by a pet.
  
  The pet could of killed her, could of taken her to the vampires and turned her in, he could of done so many things..but instead he choose something else. He wanted her as payment to keep her little secret. He would of had her, if it weren't for her father. That day he had come to her rescue, but what he did back then had scarred her for life. He killed the pet and then day later..he escaped the city. He left her mother and her to the cruelty of the city while he ran free..to where..they would never know. This taught Natalia a lesson, she couldn't trust anyone..nor did she think the city was as safe as she had thought.
  
  Death's Sweet Kiss
  Years later, when Natalia was 13 or so her mother had gotten sick. She was unable to leave the bed, unable to cook or properly take care of herself. Nat stepped up and began to take care of her and the house, never seeming to mind it at all so long as she knew her mother was taken care off. Things were hard, but never unbearable, until the day came when the pet had busted down the door to their house and took her mother away from her. Nat could remember that day as if it were yesterday.
  
  It was a hot summer day, Nat had all the windows in the house open to let in a breeze, should one ever come. Her mother lay in bed, her long delicate black hair stew about the pillows as she slept. Her pale face seemed at peace as a storm raged in her body, likely the Red Lung virus..or something far worse. Either way, Nat hadn't got it yet..so she assumed it wasn't contagious, still she took what caution she could when treating her mother. The day seemed to be going by just as any other, but Nat couldn't quite shake the feeling of something feeling..off. The streets were quite, when normally they were filled with children playing, blissfully ignoring the world around them as they laughed and giggled about some pretend game. Or what birds existed weren't singing their usual songs, instead..everything seemed to be..silent. What would happen next changed her life forever.
  
  Their front door was broken down as a pet and armored men clamored into their house, Nat ran, hiding under her mother's bed as she listened to the men approach. They barged in the room, there was a soft moan from her mother before the pet yelled something about her missing blood contributions. It was time for her to pay up, and so..they took it. They took all the blood that her mother owed them, plus some. When they had left, Nat came out from hiding and looked to her mother. She no longer looked as though she was sick, her cheeks weren't red with fever..she simply looked..pale. Her eyes were closed and her chest rose very slowly. Natalia cried, cried for the simple fact that she could not do anything to save her..nothing. She hadn't reached the age yet where they could of taken her blood instead of her mother's. She hated the vampires, hated that they feasted off humans blood..hated that they even existed. Her mother's final words to her was that she loved her, but Nat had already gone numb at that point. She glared at the branding her mother had on her wrist, hating that she had to wear that as a mark that she was 'safe' but she wasn't. No one was. Natalia swore she would never be the same and to never let a bloodsucker taste her blood. Never. They'd have to catch her and kill her first. From that day on, Natalia became part of the Unregistereds. Learning to survive outside the rules and regulations of the city.