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Topic: Stare into the Night characters
Subject: Padre Jose Alvaro
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Posted on 2009-10-02 at 19:16:54.
Edited on 2009-10-02 at 19:17:21 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night characters
Subject: Penelope Rosa
Xana / Penelope Rosa
Gender: Female
Age: 1146
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 105 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey
Type: Fey (Supernatural Being)
Concept: Seeker/Wanderer
Association: Solitaire
Attributes
Strength 2
Dexterity 4
Constitution 2
Intelligence 6
Perception 5
Willpower 6
Secondary Attributes
Life Points 35
Endurance Points 35
Speed 12
Essence Pool 145
Qualities
Age 11(55)
Attractiveness 6
Essence Channeling 3(6)
Old Soul 5 (20) - According to mythological research, all Xana may well be reincarnations of the Goddess Diana
Fey - 1(15)
- Immortal
- Regeneration
- Gifted
- Magic Resistance
- Manipulate Essence
- Superhuman Attributes
- Supernatural Senses (Minor Insight)
- Sylvan Ally
Drawbacks
Adversary (Jose Alvaro/Old Gods/Hunters/Sentinels/Other Immortals) 11(0)
Covetous (Pleasure Seeking) 1
Cruel 1
Below Average Resources 1(2)
Fear of Commitment 1
Minority (undocumented immigrant) 1
Prejudice (Hates Christians) 2
Secret 5
Iron Weakness 5
- Even the touch of iron causes pain (only pure, cold forged iron)
- Magical regeneration will not heal wounds caused by iron (must be pure, cold forged iron)
- Pure, cold forged iron can disrupt or deflect Fey magic
Skills
Acrobatics 2
Dancing 3
Dodge 3
History 5
Humanities 5
Language (English) 3 Native Language: Spanish
Language (Arabic) 5
Language (Portuguese) 5
Language (French) 3
Magic Theory 5
Martial Arts 3(6)
Myth and Legend 5
Notice 5
Occult Knowledge 6(12)
Questioning 4
Ritual 5
Seduction 8(2)
Smooth Talking 8(2)
Streetwise 3
Trance 4(8 )
Metaphysical
Fey have their own source of magic, which they refine throughout their long lives. Greater levels expand what Fey can do with their innate magic. They may not learn Necromancy, the Sight, or most other Metaphysics. Fey can learn Invocations and Spells, but these must be worked ritually even for those who can channel essence. Like other immortal beings, Fey can manipulate their essence freely for their magics. Those with essence channeling can also tap into ambient essence adding it to their own in great rites. Many of these abilities can affect a victim permanently. Killing a fey will break any enchantments they have cast.
Charm 5
Fey can beguile those around them to see them as a most trusted friend, to desire or love them, or, at a great cost of essence, to worship them.
Emotion 5
The ability to affect the emotional state of those around them: to excite, to calm, to bring joy or fear.
Compulsion 5
Fey can manipulate those around them, controlling their actions and even twisting their memories, beliefs, etc.
Hallucination 6
Minor and greater illusions that can been seen, smelled, and even touched. The more real the hallucination the greater the cost of essence. Fey can also affect sensations causing pain or pleasure. Unlike mortal wrought illusions, Fey Hallucinations can fool even the Gifted. Fey use this ability to disguise their true nature almost constantly.
Between the Worlds 4
Fey are native to the world between the worlds. They can easily step back between the worlds or return to ours. This can only be done while hidden from sight - the doors to Faerie are barred to watching eyes. While between the worlds, fey can move deeper into faerie and dreamwalk. Unlike mortals who spirit walk, fey are there wholly - in body as well as spirit. This offers them greater insight and control of the dream realms, but they are also more vulnerable. It is all utterly real for them. Fey can also part the veil. This is a mighty act of magic and is only done as a last resort. The essence cost is often too high to pay, even for the undying fey.
Dissonance 4
The ability to disrupt, deflect, and dispel magic. It can also be used to rapidly deplete the essence of those around them.
Fate Weaver 4
At lower levels this enables to fey to cause fortune or misfortune to the events immediately happening. Greater levels allow for the cause of a specific set of events. This magic can allow the fey to manipulate Fate itself (most often seen in a curse or a blessing). Affecting the life of another or fate requires a massive cost of essence.
Appearance
Penelope is unholy beautiful, well beyond the limits of mortal human beauty. She stands slender and fit, moving with a lithe grace that is almost liquid. Her olive skin is smooth and her deep black hair is a thick mane of loose spiral curls which she wears long, falling just above her lower back. The grey pools of her eyes hold a sadness written over the passage of centuries. Full lips and petulant lips might deny it, but true it remains. A tattoo of the phases of the moon runs up her spine.
Background
Along the north eastern edge of the Iberian peninsula the Asturian principality has been inhabited since the paleolithic era. For many ages the ancient pagan gods were worshiped before the conquest of the Christians. Yet still legend and myth has strongly survived in Asturias even until today. Asturian folklore still tells stories of the Xanas, beautiful and nymphic faery women of springs and caves.
There are many tales of Xanas. Some speak of beautiful women who are under a spell and guard treasure. Others speak of small dark women who spirit away stillborn children leaving behind their own babes in the human child's place. Xanas are as benevolent as they are malicious. Stories tell of Xanas who aid travelers and others who trick them, like all faeries they are capricious.
Some scholars believe the legend of the Xana is one of Diana, and that the very name is derived from the goddess of the moon. They may well be right in their view, but that is such a truth that we will never know.
Our tale begins many centuries ago in medieval Asturias when the Iberian peninsula was still under Moorish rule. Centuries before the death of Rome and the rise of the Christian kings, the old gods remade themselves in the image of the new age. Though fading the Old Ways were still practiced openly and the matriarchies were still existent if nor prevalent. The time of magic had not yet faded...
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In a small mountain village bordered deep forest Pilár Vasquez lived alone with her husband. Their only child, an infant girl lay dead killed by the winter chill not even an hour past. So she sat in the winter night staring into the crackling fire, she had not yet told her husband and in truth could not yet bring herself to. Laying her head in her hands Pilár began to sob. An infant's cry joined hers, the young voice echoing her own lamentation.
Not believing it the woman wiped the tears from her eyes and rushed to the other room. There in the crib lay a baby girl, not dead but alive and well. Pilár moved to the crib and took the crying babe in her arms. Holding the child close her eyes fell on the open window and the woman running to the woods.
"La Xana," Pilár gasped.
She held out the babe before her studying the girls round face. This was not the daughter born of her own flesh but rather she was a Xanina, a child not of the human world. Yet it was not fear that gripped her heart but love. The Xana had entrusted her with her own babe and she would raise it as her own. Pilár still practiced the old ways and she would never deny this child her true nature, but the day when she returned to the wild was many years off and until that day she would know the love of a daughter, human or faery.
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The years flew by and the babe grew into a precocious little girl and then a beautiful woman. Even from the earliest years of childhood she would see a woman more beautiful than any other watching in the distance. None other ever saw her, but she always felt loved by the woman and longed to run into her arms. As she grew she began to resemble the beautiful woman far more than her own mother. Where Pilár's hair was the color of flame her own, like the woman's, was colored like the forest shadows and the night sky. Her lithe frame, like the woman's, was so unlike the other villagers who were sturdy and muscled from tilling the earth. They all called her Xana, and even had they not she would have known she was different. She had always been able to read and manipulate the emotions of those around her, and sometimes out of the corner of her eye she could see what was not there.
It was when she reached the marriage age that all things changed. Penelope was by far the most beautiful woman in the village and men of all walks sought her attention. She barely noticed them, for with each passing day she felt the draw of the unknown stronger and stronger.
The full moon was high on midsummer night that year. The whole village danced in celebration but on that night something called to Penelope. A haunting voice rode on the summer breeze and called her. She followed the siren's call and disappeared into the night. The song called her deep into the woods and so she followed. Penelope found herself at a fresh spring and standing before it was a woman robed in gossamer white, a woman more beautiful than any she had seen, a woman she recognized well. They mirrored one another and Penelope knew this was the very woman who had watched her from a distance all her life.
The white robed woman smiled and stepped forward, "Welcome my daughter, at long last welcome home."
Penelope knew the words to be true and joined her mother at the spring. They spent many years together wandering the deep mountain forest. From her mother she learned the faery ways. The years passed and Penelope forgot her mortal life becoming fully and wholly part of the faery world.
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Just as fate twists the lives of mortals so it does to the faery people. In those days legends still roamed the earth. The Cuélebre is said to be a great winged serpent living in the caves in Asturias. It guards treasure and keeps Xanas as prisoners. Mother and daughter met one such creature as they wandered the forest. Despite their faery magics the two were no match for a Cuélebre and Penelope's mother sent her off into the depths of the forest allowing herself to be taken prisoner. That was the last day Penelope ever saw her mother and she did vow to gather the power to one day destroy the creature.
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Truly alone for the first time in more than a century, Penelope wandered the wild mountains in search of mortals and men. For centuries she moved through the untamed places walking into the arcane depths of faery. Shedding the last vestiges of a mortal woman, Penelope grew in power and understanding.
Aloof, she forgot the last of her humanity and became cruel. Her visit to a mortal village would leave an aftermath of chaos for generations. And why should the Xana care? They had forgotten the Old Ways to embrace the dead god of the Christians. Men had forgotten them all. For that they would know pain beyond pain.
As Penelope wandered, she would find a lone woodsman or a pious knight to catch in her web and leave him wondering if the night he spent with that strange beautiful woman of the forest had been anything more than a dream. It was not long after one such encounter that she gave birth to a baby girl and left her in the crib of a crib dead babe. Penelope vowed to one day return before disappearing into the night, just as her mother had done before her. Years would pass but return she did and what she found horrified her. The Burning Times had come and the Spanish Inquisition had taken hold across the Iberian Peninsula.
In the village Penelope had left her child the anguished screams of women filled the air as flames consumed them. From a distance she could see the villagers crowded around a dark haired man in the black robes of a priest gesturing wildly. Behind him three women burned, and one of them Penelope recognized as the very woman she had left her daughter to. She gasped as the woman's pain gaze fell on her and transformed into a look a recognition and hope. Her gaze grew distant and soon and image of the very woman stood before her.
"My lady you have returned. I always knew you would, but you must go. None suspect she is anything but my daughter, but if they see you they will know from whose womb she is. You must go, it is not safe for her. Please."
The woman stared at her with pleading eyes as she faded from view. Penelope watched in silence before returning to the forest. Fifteen years would pass before she returned again. The village remained as before only with a massive stone church at its center. Penelope walked the village streets searching for some sign of her child. She found a man resting outside a small house smoking a pipe. Weaving a charm Penelope approached him.
"Greetings friend," she spoke in a silk seductive tone, "There was a young woman who lived in that house by the woods. Her mother was burnt at the stake fifteen years ago. Do you know her whereabouts? She would be about 30 now."
The man looked at her and smiled, "Welcome my lady, I do know the very woman you speak of, I do. She be Teresa, but haven't seen her in these parts for sometime. See she never grew old, and Padre Jose Alvaro said that she was a witch like her mother. Well it wasn't too long after that Teresa disappeared in the night. Pity she was a witch, never did see such a pretty woman," he looked up at her with a look of confusion, "Come to think of it my lady you be bearing a striking resemblance to our Teresa."
Penelope smiled and tightened the charm, "Tell me my friend, who is Padre Jose Alvaro."
"Well the Padre heads up the Inquisition here, he does. Came here not more than fifteen years ago to purge Witchcraft from our village god bless him. You'll see him over there by the church." he pointed in the direction of a black robed man.
Penelope's grey eyes fell on the black robed man and recognized him as the very man who stood at the mobs center while three women were burned alive. He had killed the woman she left her daughter to, and now he had tried to do the same to her. Rage boiled through her as she walked over to him. Ancient power from the earth and skies began to flow into her and soon Penelope was pulsating with it. She approached the priest slowly. With every step essence from the very earth poured into her and she wove it into a complex matrix and the skies above darkened with roiling clouds. Jose Alvaro's gaze fell on her now, and his eyes lit up with recognition and then confusion. Alvaro was a dark haired man just into his middle years and he held himself with an air of self importance. Xana glared at him and stopped her approach.
"Jose Alvaro, what you have done cannot be forgiven. Jose Alvaro I curse you forever!"
With those words she released the mighty gathered essence. As the complex weave sunk into the man three bolts of lightning hurtled down from the skies. That night Penelope stood at the edge of the forest and watched the village burn.
Penelope left Asturias to find her daughter. Years passed and the world changed again and again but still she could not find her child. After the years became decades and the decades became centuries the faery returned to the Asturian mountains where she had last seen her own mother, but alas in that cave she found no sign of her mother or the Cuélebre that held her prisoner.
Penelope continued her journey across the Spanish Kingdoms in search of her mother and her child. The world changed around her as the end of one age was eclipsed by the dawning of another.
Fifteen years ago Penelope heard tale of beautiful grey eyed woman that didn't age. She followed the tale to a small Andalucian town, but she was not the only who heard that tale. In that town she met Jose Alvaro again. The once righteous priest was a twisted thing now having long ago turned to the tainted powers of the mad gods. in many ways, his power was now eclipsed her own and she barely escaped with her life. And so, Penelope left the Iberian Peninsula and the Old World to find her way in the New World. She has remained there ever since searching for some way to find her mother and daughter. She spends no more than a few years in any one place for fear that her enemies in the Old World will find her.
Penelope has found her way to Chicago not more than a few months ago, but how long she will stay remains to be seen. There she lives, undocumented and on the fringes of the city.
Posted on 2009-10-02 at 18:55:46.
Edited on 2016-10-08 at 09:55:48 by Nimu
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Aria of the Thirteen
Subject: Preguntas
Iara ran a finger across the rim of her coffee cup as she listened to Mr. Kurosawa detail their next mission and answer Michael's question. Pursing her lips she leaned forward to ask a question of her own.
"You say this Yosuke Masamune was a witch," she began, her Colombian accent evident on each word. "Do you know which element he was? Do we still have access to the body?"
She leaned back to take a sip of her coffee and await an answer but then stops and cocks her head to the side, "One more thing, what can you tell us of Mr. Wilheln? Are there any places he frequents by himself, perhaps?"
Posted on 2009-09-30 at 21:33:30.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Getting down to business
Alexander pulled his gaze from her to look across the shop before finally answering, "Not exactly, I know that you're more than just the Gifted 'mortal' I thought you to be when you showed up... and I know what I saw and felt when you, uh, dropped your shield..."
He paused a moment to shrug and lean forward, "You've been around a long time, Penelope, longer than Smoke or even Lucius, maybe. You're a long way from what you know home to be. You're a helluva lot more than the impossibly pretty lady sitting in my house too..."
Penelope's eyes followed Alexander's hand as reached across the table to grasp the amulet that she till held. With a curious look in her eyes she looked up as he continued, "...most importantly regardless of what you might be, you're in a particular pot of trouble which, Lucius obviously told you, I'm best suited to get you out of. Let's start with that and see where it takes us, alright?"
As Penelope listened a small smile formed unbidden on her lips. Was he trying to comfort her? It was incredibly endearing. That Lucius had merely provided her with an address and she only come to the shop seeking information were things Alexander did not need to know. There was no need shatter that illusion, that and she had already decided if she could rope him into helping her she would.
"Very well, Alexander, we shall do just that," Penelope laid her other hand on his pushing his hand to the other amulets, "It is clear that you have you learned much of the Azazelites, but what do you know of Azazel himself?" Not waiting for him to answer she went on in a cool voice, "As I'm sure you are aware Azazel is demonic-god. In all my time in this world I have but rarely came across his name, and even then it was whispered with fear. In the old days he was known as the source of impurity and often sacrifices were laid out for him not in honor, but to keep him away."
Pausing the siren released Alexander's hand and sighed, "That untrained children ignorant of who Azazel is follow him does not concern me, they can quite easily be dealt with. Yet where there are sheep there is always a shepherd, and it is that which worries me."
Posted on 2009-09-30 at 21:17:08.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: I know you are, but what am I?
"No," Alexander replied to her with a half chuckle, "no, it's definitely not some lone magician. If my research is right there are hundreds, maybe thousands... Not all of them Gifted, of course; cults like this like their pawns and foot-soldiers."
Alexander paused and Penelope let him take the medallion from her. He began to turn the golden pendant between his fingers as if searching for something. The siren leaned back in her chair and watched him calmly all the while her mind reeling. There are hundreds, maybe thousands... She shook her head. These Azazelites were forming an army and that did not bode well.
"And they typically don't like to play their more powerful pieces in those kinds of roles..." Alexander continued, "mundanes and lessers usually get the so-called honor..."
Penelope listened intently to him and pressed a finger to her lips in thought. This cult had indeed grown vast but in her mind therein lay the key to its undoing. Far too many believed that cutting the head off a beast was the only way to kill. The head was always well guarded, but the less vital parts were often neglected. Yet often in those places infection entered and spread throughout the body before killing it outright. Penelope looked up to Alexander about to share her thoughts on that matter but stopped when her eyes fell on him. With brows furrowed he seemed intent on the medallion in his palm, contemplating something.
"That's different, isn't it," he muttered and got up to walk across the room still muttering to himself inaudibly.
He reached the door quickly and clicked the lock shut before asking, "You have any idea how long they've been watching you, Penelope? Any idea at all what they might want from you?"
"No mijo," she answered as she watched him move back across the shop to a counter.
Alexander slid behind the counter and she could hear a ring and something opening. As he moved out from behind the counter she could see he held a small box inscribed with symbols.
Returning to his seat he placed the box on the table and asked, "Do you think they have any idea what you are?"
Alexander punctuated his question by opening the box that now lay between them. From where she sat Penelope could see numerous pendants very similar to the very one she had found left at her doorstep. With eyes narrowed she watched him mummer to himself inaudibly as he turned the picture of the blonde woman to face away from the box before producing medallion after medallion from the box. Just how entrenched in all this was he?
The siren sighed and shook her head before answering, "I do not believe them completely ignorant of my true nature, it is the only reason I can find for them to be watching me. Still..." she paused to reach across the table and picked up the medallion she had brought with her, "I doubt they know just what I am. When I found this I also found my home wrapped in a tainted ward, a ward that was made to be hidden. My senses are sharper than most when it comes to these matters, and I can only think that would have been anticipated if it was known."
Penelope leaned back to regard the man before her a moment and then, as if something occurred to her, leaned forward with a half smile curved on her lips, "Tell me, Alexander, do you have any idea just what I am?"
Posted on 2009-09-28 at 19:41:42.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Aria of the Thirteen
Subject: Iara del Río
A woman walked through the Amazon, each step falling lightly on the forest floor. It was a hot night and the rain forest humidity clung to her body sticking her black curls to her body. Still she continued on through the wild Amazon. There was nothing here for her to fear, she was a creature of this wild world. She had been born of it.
Step after step she took until she reached the great river. Torrents of water flowed through the channel teeming with life. She bent over to drink of the life giving river.
Suddenly the forest shifted as a darkness deeper than the night began to undulate through the air. Looking up the woman turned to seek out the source of the unnatural darkness. Before her eyes a formless darkness grew in the night. It reached out for her with hungry anticipation seeking to wholly consume her being.
The woman began to scream.
¡Ai!
Iara del Río awoke with scream panting heavily as she ran her hands through her dark curly hair. The nightmares were becoming more frequent, too frequent, and she still had no knowledge of their origin. Were they forgotten memories of a distant past or premonitions of what was yet come? Or were they not more than mere dreams that woke her from her slumber?
Letting her head drop to her hands she took a few deep breaths before sighing and looking out into the still dark room. It was not yet daybreak and there were a few more hours she could sleep before beginning her day, but sleep never came after one of those nightmares. So Iara resigned herself to starting her day a few hours early.
Rising from the wrinkled cotton sheets Iara padded across the room the large window that overlooked the Sky High District of the city. It was still an hour before sunrise, and in the fading darkness she could see herself faintly reflected in the window. She had fallen asleep in a white bra and underwear, and the light fabric contrasted with her dark copper skin. Shadows from the city lights danced across her body enhancing her exotic beauty. Full lips and dark eyes were complimented with a mane of black curls and a lithe figure.
Iara pressed her hand against the faded reflection. For her that reflection came to close to the truth of things, like a spectral reminder of what was. Despite her efforts she remembered precious little of her life before she was found unconscious on the floor of the Amazon. All that remained of whoever she was were faded fragments of memories that seemed more like dreams. Iara sighed and pressed her head against the window. She would regain all she had lost, she would.
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The sun shone brightly as Iara made her way to the MSPD Headquarters. Her every step made a resounding click-clack as the heels of her brown boots hit the sidewalk pavement. Dark skinny jeans were tucked into those boots and beneath her unbuttoned camel jacket a low cut tank clung to her torso. Iara always dressed provocatively, it made most men nervous and when men were nervous she generally got what she wanted.
Running a hand through her hair Iara turned a corner to climb up the steps of the MSPD Headquarters. Those that recognized her gave her a wide birth. Since joining the MSPD she had gained a reputation for ruthlessness and had done nothing to quell that. The more people kept their distance the easier it was to keep her secrets hidden, and Iara had little doubt she'd be incarcerated should her true motives ever be discovered.
As usual the front doors were open and the sisters Susan and Sarah Raiheart were busy behind the reception desk.
"Buenos días chicas," Iara said as she passed them on her way to the conference room. Ruthless reputation aside there was still no reason to be rude.
Having already gotten coffee on her way that morning Iara headed straight for the meeting area. Her cardboard cup was still near full of the strong, thick black coffee that the bodega next to her building made daily. She abhorred the thinned out swill that the northerners made and considered the few dollars she spent each day well worth it.
Still a few minutes early Iara walked in the conference room and took a seat at one of the empty chairs at the table. Most of the team was already there waiting for the meeting to begin. Leaning back in her chair she took a sip of her coffee and nodded in greeting to Marie who sat across from her.
As was to be expected Michael strode at the last possible minute. Grinning at everyone he took a seat next to her. Rugged good looks and a charismatic bad-boy persona were well combined in Michael. From what she could tell he had no shortage of successes with women. Still he kept his distance from her, which amused her to no end.
Turning her attention to the chief Iara took another sip of her coffee and waited for the meeting to begin.
Posted on 2009-09-27 at 20:14:36.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Mami Fortuna
Oooo! We have followers! Exciting!
Here are the stats for Mami Fortuna, I'll add some descriptions later. Jose Alvaro is on the way...
Mami Fortuna
Gender: Female
Age: 70
Height: 5' 1"
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair: Grey
Eyes: Brown
Type: Gifted
Concept: Seeker/Weird One
Association: Solitaire - Seer
Attributes
Strength - 1
Dexterity - 1
Constitution - 1
Intelligence - 4
Perception - 4
Willpower - 5
Secondary Attributes
Life Points - 18
Endurance Points - 23
Speed - 4
Essence Pool - 47
Qualities
Contacts - 1(1)
Gift - 1(5)
Old Soul - 4(4)
Drawbacks
Honorable 1(1)
Minority 1(1)
Miserable Resources - 4(8 )
Skills
First Aid - 1
Haggling - 3
History - 1
Language (English) - 1
Myth and Legend - 1
Notice - 3
Smooth Talking - 3
Stealth - 2
Streetwise - 4
Survival (Urban) - 4
Surveillance - 2
Metaphysical
Mind Time Art - 1
Mind Time Strength - 5
Mind Sight Art - 3
Mind Sight Strength - 5
Mind View Art - 1
Mind View Strength - 5
Posted on 2009-09-26 at 16:14:31.
Edited on 2009-09-26 at 16:15:04 by Nimu
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Soronuume
The wild elf sat up on her heels watching closely the approaching travelers. A strange band indeed, her amber eyes moved across the group studying each. Unsure of their intent Soronuume moved to stand beside Brianna to await the newcomers.
Posted on 2009-09-26 at 16:00:34.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Why do I need?
Alexander simply nodded, blinking and staring at her dumbfoundedly. With a flick of his wrist he emptied whatever remained of his coffee and stammered, "I... uh... You... Damn!"
Unable to suppress her smile, Penelope ran her finger along the rim of her coffee cup and waited for Alexander to process everything. His grey eyes stared at her intently now with a renewed curiosity and he seemed not to notice the coffee cup that he inadvertently knocked to the floor.
"I guess the was everything," he began, "not exactly everything I was expecting, though..." Alexander paused a moment before finally managing, "With power like that, why in the hell would you need a bum like me?"
The siren cocked her head to the side regarding him with grey eyes and reached across the table to take Azazelite pendant from him. Turning the medallion in her fingers she traced the points of the pentagram again and again.
"Alexander," Penelope began, "you keep strange company... A vampyre, a bast, and a girl with enough raw power to rival an immortal. Whatever you may think of yourself the supernatural has drawn itself to you."
Laying the medallion on the table she slid it over to him, "Were this a lone magician I would take care of matters myself. It is not."
Posted on 2009-09-26 at 15:31:52.
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Topic: Of Dragons and Men Questions and Answers
Subject: Ah, life...
Gboy, I'm sorry to hear life pulled one of its little tricks on you. Hold on tight and you'll wade your way through it just fine.
No worries on putting the game on hold, I for one will certainly be here when you get back.
Posted on 2009-09-24 at 16:06:40.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: :(
Sorry to see you go gboy, but life does that to us sometimes, huh? Check back in sometime when you have more free time.
Posted on 2009-09-24 at 16:03:57.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: It's revelation time...
Penelope peered at Alexander from above the rim of her coffee cup, her face remained a mask of calm. It was clear that Smoke had told the man about Lucius, and she remained in ignorance of what else the bast may have shared with Alexander. There was little choice but to reveal what she was to this man, Smoke knew what she was and there was little possibility that the cat would keep that knowledge from him. No, if he was to have that knowledge better it be on her terms.
The siren leaned forward and locked eyes with Alexander, "You wish to know everything? Very well." She paused as her lips curled in a half smile. "For some, Alexander, secrecy is a thing of survival. What I tell you now you shall repeat to no one."
As she spoke her voice began to echo with power, with compulsion. Penelope laid her hands flat on the table and released the veil that obscured her true aura. A brilliant pillar of light began to emanate from her and fill the room with the glowing light of essence. Sitting in the glory of her true being she simply stared at Alexander is silence.
After a time Penelope spoke again in a voice cool and quiet, "In this, Alexander Sharpe, in this you will be silent."
As the last words left her lips she subdued her aura once again appearing to be nothing more than a mortal woman.
Posted on 2009-09-24 at 15:54:09.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Insight before revelation
At the mention of Lucius Smoke began to wag her tail happily. Lucius! Oh! I simply adore him. The homeless woman...the bast paused as if in thought and then looked up at her again. Can't say I know who that is but if she is a seer, yes perhaps she could help. I don't know if it is going to be as bad as the old days were... but... something terrible is underfoot, I can feel that much in my spine. Especially if they have their eyes on something like you.
Penelope nodded her head in understanding. If this cult had taken notice of her then they knew what she was and nothing good ever came of mortals seeking out the undying. Just as she moved to answer her Alexander walked back into the room.
"Coffee's ready," he said as he lifted a cup from the tray and gestured to the other cup, "You said black, right?"
From the corner of her eye she noticed Smoke's attention had shifted to focus on Alexander with those golden feline eyes glittering all too intelligently. The bast was likely telling him something and she had no way of knowing just what that was. Telepathy, a useful talent that, one right now she wished she possessed.
As if sensing her thoughts the bast returned her attention to her. Well love... be patient but honest with him. He will help you, I'm sure of that... I'm going to take a nap with the girl though. Not all creatures are naturally as beautiful as you, the rest of us need our beauty sleep...
With a soft purr smoke rubbed her head against her hand before padding up the stairs. Enjoy your coffee you two...
Penelope watched the cat disappear up the staircase before standing and making her way to the table where Alexander waited. Smoke's words still echoed in her head be patient but honest with him... The bast's intention was clear, she should reveal herself to this mortal man, a thing she had not willing done in the near 700 years she had walked the earth. Secrecy was a survival instinct to her kind, could she abandon now?
Taking a seat at the table Penelope lifted the cup of black coffee to her lips and took a sip, "Black is perfect, thank you."
The siren studied the man before her more closely now. This mortal had somehow attracted the attention of not one, but three immortals of the supernatural world. Alexander had to be aware of what Smoke was, but what would he do if he knew the woman that sat across from him was no creature of the human world? Yet Smoke had left her little choice in the matter, the bast recognized her on sight and Penelope doubted that secret would be kept long. Still the siren hesitated, instead staring into his aura to discover just what sort of man Alexander Sharpe was.
Still studying him Penelope lifted the coffee cup again, "Now, Alexander, where were we?"
Posted on 2009-09-22 at 17:30:20.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Informacion
Right between my shoulders if you would love...
Penelope moved her hand at Smoke's request and began to pet the bast between her shoulders.
ahhh... yeah... um... what? Smoke began between purrs. Oh the Azazelites? Nasty ****ers. We don't know as much as we'd like to. They are organized, we know that much. As for who has organized them? Couldn't tell you. But whoever it is is working on growing the cult. For everyone that Alex slaughters it seems two more pop up. Mostly kids. They show up wearing those fancy medallions along with some new fancy clothes and some bimboo on their arm. A couple of 'em sporting some spark of magical ability too, though it's usually a bit on the rough side. They are show-offs mostly. Not too hard to spot, if you know what your looking for. Although I have a suspicion those are just the lackeys I think there are more that aren't so obvious, the ones running things likely. But at any rate, obvious or not, they are sadists.
Not to scare you or anything love... but... they like to flay people, alive. Especially gifted who get in their way. It's like in the old days, except this time it's gifted praying on gifted in a sickening display of cannibalism I have a hard time stomaching.
That's what is up with Alex. I'll leave it to him to divulge details, but that pretty blonde in the picture goes with the ring on his finger, and she's not with us anymore. My dear Alex is a little... bent... on taking those sadistic bastards down. Although I worry sometimes what will fuel him if he ever truly succeeds at that...
But... for you coming here was really a good thing if you have those bastards sniffing around. How did you end up here anyway?
Smoke glanced up at her and ran a soft paw along her wrist as if waiting for her reply. The siren stared forward a moment and shook her head. Like the old days the bast had said, like the burning times. That was an age she had no wish to see reborn, and if now the Gifted were beginning to hunt one another the repercussions could be devastating.
Penelope looked back to the table and the picture of the blonde woman that lay there. These Azazelites must have been involved in the woman's death, that would certainly explain the sadness in Alexander's eyes and his rage at the sight of the medallion. The siren sighed again, what had she gotten herself mixed up in?
Turning her full attention the bast Penelope began softly It was a vampyre named Lucius who finally sent me to your doorstep, but it was a seer who first pointed me to this path. She is an old homeless woman that wanders the streets of Pilsen, perhaps she might be able to tell us something more of this cult? If it looks like the old days come again as you say then we must do what we can to prevent that from coming to pass.
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 16:52:20.
Edited on 2016-09-20 at 08:44:13 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Haunted Highlands Q&A
Subject: Ma'ia
Besides casting the spell this round Ma'ia will have her scimitar drawn to defend herself. She'll be loosing another spell for the next round.
Question, how many orcs are left? archers? onrushing?
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 00:24:18.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Greetings and well met
"I know what it means... it means you're screwed. It also means you're right," Alexander said turning towards the kitchen hallway, "we do have a lot to talk about. Starting with how you might've gotten wrapped up in whatever sick s**t the Cult of Azazel's got going on. How do you take your coffee?"
"Black," Penelope replied fingering a dark curl of hair.
Her serenity remained implacable as she watched the P.I. walk out into another room, but that calm was only skin deep. Azazel, the source of impurity. Over the centuries she had heard that name but a few times, and always it was spoken with the hush of fear and foreboding. Penelope had thought Azazel forgotten with the passage of time, she had been wrong.
There had always been fools willing to serve the demonic gods in exchange for the power and wealth they promised. These Azazelites were certainly fools, but they were fools with power and that made them dangerous. For some reason the fools had taken notice of her and now had to be dealt with. One or two magicians she could deal with easily, but the involvement of an entire cult complicated matters infinitely. Penelope could not do this on her own, she needed Alexander Sharpe and the siren did not like to be in need of aid from any mortal.
As if sensing her turmoil the bast rolled over and stared up at her. With those golden feline eyes were fixed on her in study, Penelope heard a distinctly female voice echo in her mind.
Penelope... you must pardon Alex. It isn't often he gets actual clients walking through this door, nor any as pretty as you, though I'm sure you are aware of that, he also doesn't get any that come in with trinkets like that. And... well... he is a man, and human to boot... and if there is one creature that has no manners, even if they are not presented with a triple shock as you have just done to the poor man, it is human males. So... I'm Ellgawen, but he calls me Smoke, and so may you, if it pleases you. And don't be too worried... if those demon worshiping cowards are really involved this is the right place to go.
The siren cocked her head to the side to study the bast, her name was Smoke. Penelope stood up and made her way across the room to kneel before the bast and scratch her chin as she had seen Alex do before her.
Thank you, Smoke she replied. but there is no need to worry, I have taken no offense. It is the presence of the source of impurity that worries me. Tell me, Smoke, what do you know of this cult?
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 00:05:58.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Azazel Bazazel...
So I was thinking, being that our characters for the most part all have what the Judeo-Christian system would view as "forbidden knowledge" we might want make Azazel a purveyor of false knowledge instead - I think it's just little more appropriate.
What are all your thoughts?
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 14:51:01.
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Topic: Haunted Highlands
Subject: Ma'ia
With elven grace and agility Ma'ia bent aside avoiding the first orcs blow. Still she could feel the rush of air as the axe hissed past her. With eyes narrowed the druid lifted a hand to point in the direction of the onrushing orcs.
Time seemed to slow itself as she opened herself to the power of the land letting its primal rhythms flow through her. She began to chant softly in the ancient language of plant and tree. Her chanting called to the plants before her, both dormant and alive, beckoning them to dance and ensnare the rushing orcs in their embrace. As the last words of her spell left her lips Ma'ia could already see the underbrush beginning to writhe.
With one spell complete the druid pulled her horses reigns to back away from the fray. Glancing to the blotchy shaman and his archers the elf began to make ready for another spell.
(OOC: Casts Entangle. The spell is targeted so that Ma'ia and her companions will be just clear of the writhing plants in order to catch as many orcs as possible)
Posted on 2009-09-18 at 23:05:07.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Zazies
Well, Penelope is well aware of Azazel. He is after all a not so obscure near god-like demon. That being said she is completely ignorant of the existence of the Azazelites and the meaning of that symbol. I figure she's going to be quite shocked to find herself in the middle of some demonic cults scheme.
Posted on 2009-09-18 at 22:35:20.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Not at all!
I love the detail, and from where I see it you're in the company of a bunch of detail mongers. 
I'm still working on the character sheets for Alvaro and Mami Fortuna - shooting for the end of the weekend.
And yes, I agree it's going to be an interesting ride.
Posted on 2009-09-18 at 22:16:24.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: short and sweet
Alexander's eyes seemed to narrow as they followed the falling medallion. Penelope watched as his welcoming smitten airs shifted to an aura of near blind rage. There was little doubt that the man knew what that medallion was, Mami Fortuna and Lucius had been right. Suppressing a smile the Iberian siren studied his every move.
Sitting across from her Alexander shakily smoked a cigarette. With every drag his pain filled grey eyes returned to a picture of a pretty blonde woman that sat framed on the table. He had more than some general knowledge of the medallion. This was personal, of that Penelope was certain.
Sitting back in the chair she let her smile fade to an implacable serenity. They were past seduction now, but she had other means of manipulation and they were equally effective. So she watched him closely waiting for some tool to present itself.
Staring back at her with grey intensity Alexander finally asked, "Where did you get this?"
Penelope regarded him in silence before replying cooly, "It was left in front of my door."
Posted on 2009-09-18 at 21:57:25.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Alice, Alice come back...
That little miscreant is positively amazing! I can't wait to see what sort of trouble she gets into.
Cute and creepy, I love it!
Posted on 2009-09-17 at 21:08:07.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: I wanna play!
Okay, so Penelope/Xana was developed as an alteration of the original character I made for Vesper's game. Since this was free form I took some liberties and didn't really do any number crunching on the original sheet. For this final sheet I used the True Immortal template (abomination codex) and tweaked it a bit to make Xana (basically I gave her essence channeling in exchange for access to the True Immortal powers).
I agree that our villains should be more powerful, 25 points sounds fair to me though I might add some more if the arises. I'll get to work on a sheet for Alvaro and another for Mami Fortuna.
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Xana De La Cueva
Alias: Penelope Rosa
Gender: Female
Age: 678
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 105 lbs
Hair: Chestnut
Eyes: Grey
Type: Xana (Supernatural Being)
Concept: Seeker/Wanderer
Association: Solitaire
Attributes
Strength 2
Dexterity 2
Constitution 2
Intelligence 4
Perception 3
Willpower 5
Secondary Attributes
Life Points 35
Endurance Points 32
Speed 8
Essence Pool 83
Qualities
Age 3(15)
Attractiveness 5
Essence Channeling 5(10)
Extra Essence 25(5)
Xana - 1(15)
- Immortal (Regeneration, Unaging, Undying)
- Gifted
- Magic Resistance
- Subdue Aura
- Superhuman Attributes
- Supernatural Senses
Drawbacks
Adversary (Jose Alvaro) 3(0)
Cruel 1
Below Average Resources 1(2)
Fear of Commitment 1
Minority (Immigrant) 1
Prejudice (Hates Christians) 2
Secret (Identity) 3
Skills
Dancing 2
Dodge 1
History 2
Language (English) 3 Native Language: Spanish
Martial Arts 2(4)
Myth and Legend 2
Notice 3
Occult Knowledge 3(6)
Questioning 2
Ritual 2
Seduction 7(2)
Smooth Talking 7(2)
Streetwise 2
Trance 2(4)
Metaphysical
Affect the Psyche 5(10)
- Alter Emotions
- Alter Memories
- Alter Perceptions
- Compulsion
Curse 2 (4)
- Differs from the standard curse. A fairy curse requires an enormous amount
of essence (at least half the essence pool). This curse pulls on the strings of
fate to create a very specific effect. The only way to remove this curse is to
kill the fairy that bestowed it.
Insight 3 (6)
Soul Fire 1(2)
Soul Projection 1(2)
Weather Lordship (Mystery Codex) 3(6)
Appearance
Xana is an all too beautiful woman. She stands slender and fit. Her olive skin is smooth and her light chestnut hair is a thick mane of loose spiral curls which she wears long, falling just above her lower back. She has gray almond shaped eyes and full lips. A tattoo of the phases of the moon runs up her spine.
Background
Along the north eastern edge of the Iberian peninsula the Asturian principality has been inhabited since the paleolithic era. For many ages the ancient pagan gods were worshiped before the conquest of the Christians. Yet still legend and myth has strongly survived in Asturias even until today. Asturian folklore still tells stories of the Xanas, beautiful and nymphic fairy women of springs and caves.
There are many tales of Xanas. Some speak of beautiful nordic looking women who are under a spell and guard treasure. Others speak of small dark women who spirit away stillborn children leaving behind their own babes in the human child's place. Xanas are as benevolent as they are malicious. Stories tell of Xanas who aid travelers and others who trick them, like all fairies they are capricious.
Some scholars believe the legend of the Xana is one of Diana, and that the very name is derived from the goddess of the moon. They may well be right in their view, but that is such a truth that we will never know.
Our tale begins many centuries ago in medieval Asturias not more than one hundred years before the burning times. Though fading the Old Ways were still practiced openly and the matriarchies were still existent if nor prevalent. The time of magic had not yet faded...
***
In a small mountain village bordered deep forest Pilàr Vasquez lived alone with her husband. Their only child, an infant girl lay dead killed by the winter chill not even an hour past. So she sat in the winter night staring into the crackling fire, she had not yet told her husband and in truth could not yet bring herself to. Laying her head in her hands Pilàr began to sob. An infant's cry joined hers, the young voice echoing her own lamentation.
Not believing it the woman wiped the tears from her eyes and rushed to the other room. There in the crib lay a baby girl, not dead but alive and well. Pilàr moved to the crib and took the crying babe in her arms. Holding the child close her eyes fell on the open window and the white robed woman running to the woods.
"La Xana," Pilàr gasped.
She held out the babe before her studying the girls round face. This was not the daughter born of her own flesh but rather she was a Xanina, a child not of the human world. Yet it was not fear that gripped her heart but love. The Xana had entrusted her with her own babe and she would raise it as her own. Pilàr still practiced the old ways and she would never deny this child her true nature, but the day when she returned to the wild was many years off and until that day she would know the love of a daughter, human or fairy.
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The years flew by and the babe grew into a precocious little girl and then a beautiful woman. Even from the earliest years of childhood she would see a woman more beautiful than any other watching in the distance. None other ever saw her, but she always felt loved by the woman and longed to run into her arms. As she grew she began to resemble the beautiful woman far more than her own mother. Where Pilàr's hair was the color of flame her own, like the woman's, was colored like the forest shadows. Her lithe frame, like the woman's, was so unlike the other villagers who were sturdy and muscled from tilling the earth. They all called her Xana, and even had they not she would have known she was different. She had always been able to read and manipulate the emotions of those around her, and sometimes out of the corner of her eye she could see what was not there.
It was when she reached the marriage age that all things changed. Xana was by far the most beautiful woman in the village and men of all walks sought her attention. She barely noticed them, for with each passing day she felt the draw of the unknown stronger and stronger.
The full moon was high on midsummer night that year. The whole village danced in celebration but on that night something called to Xana. A haunting voice rode and the summer breeze and called her. She followed the siren's call and disappeared into the night. The song called her deep into the woods and so she followed. Xana found herself at a fresh spring and standing before it was a woman robed in gossamer white, a woman more beautiful than any she had seen, a woman she recognized well. They mirrored one another and Xana knew this was the very woman who had watched her from a distance all her life.
The white robed woman smiled and stepped forward, "Welcome my daughter, at long last welcome home."
Xana knew the words to be true and joined her mother at the spring. They spent many years together wandering the deep mountain forest. From her mother she learned the fairy ways. The years passed and Xana forgot her mortal life becoming fully and wholly part of the fairy world.
***
Just as fate twists the lives of mortals so it does to the fairy people. In those days legends still roamed the earth. The Cuèlebre is said to be a great winged serpent living in the caves in Asturias. It guards treasure and keeps Xanas as prisoners. Mother and daughter met one such creature as they wandered the forest. Despite their fairy magics the two were no match for a Cuèlebre and Xana's mother sent her off into the depths of the forest allowing herself to be taken prisoner. That was the last day Xana ever saw her mother and she did vow to gather the power to one day destroy the creature.
***
Truly alone for the first time in more than a century Xana wandered the wild mountains in search of mortals and men. She found a lone woodsman and left him wondering if the night he spent with that strange beautiful woman of the forest had been anything more than a dream.
It was not long before she gave birth to a baby girl and left her in the crib of a crib dead babe. Xana vowed to one day return before disappearing into the night, just as her mother had done before her. Years would pass but return she did and what she found horrified her. The Burning Times had come and the Spanish Inquisition had taken hold across the Iberian Peninsula.
In the village Xana had left her child the anguished screams of women filled the air as flames consumed them. From a distance she could see the villagers crowded around a dark haired man in the black robes of a priest gesturing wildly. Behind him three women burned, and one of them Xana recognized as the very woman she had left her daughter to. She gasped as the woman's pain gaze fell on her and transformed into a look a recognition and hope. Her gaze grew distant and soon and image of the very woman stood before her.
"My lady you have returned. I always knew you would, but you must go. None suspect she is anything but my daughter, but if they see you they will know from whose womb she is. You must go, it is not safe for her. Please."
The woman stared at her with pleading eyes as she faded from view. Xana watched in silence before returning to the forest. Fifteen years would pass before she returned again. The village remained as before only with a massive stone church at its center. Xana walked the village streets searching for some sign of her child. She found a man resting outside a small house smoking a pipe. Weaving a charm Xana approached him.
"Greetings friend," she spoke in a silk seductive tone, "There was a young woman who lived in that house by the woods. Her mother was burnt at the stake fifteen years ago. Do you know her whereabouts? She would be about 30 now."
The man looked at her and smiled, "Welcome my lady, I do know the very woman you speak of, I do. She be Teresa, but haven't seen her in these parts for sometime. See she never grew old, and Padre Jose Alvaro said that she was a witch like her mother. Well it wasn't too long after that Teresa disappeared in the night. Pity she was a witch, never did see such a pretty woman," he looked up at her with a look of confusion, "Come to think of it my lady you be bearing a striking resemblance to our Teresa."
Xana smiled and tightened the charm, "Tell me my friend, who is Padre Jose Alvaro."
"Well the Padre heads up the Inquisition here, he does. Came here not more than fifteen years ago to purge Witchcraft from our village god bless him. You'll see him over there by there church." he pointed in the direction of a black robed man.
Xana's grey eyes fell on the black robed man and recognized him as the very man who stood at the mobs center while three women were burned alive. He had killed the woman she left her daughter to, and now he had tried to do the same to her. Rage boiled through her as she walked over to him. Ancient power from the earth and skies began to flow into her and soon Xana was pulsating with it. She approached the priest slowly. With every step essence from the very earth poured into her and she wove it into a complex matrix and the skies above darkened with roiling clouds. Jose Alvaro's gaze fell on her now, and his eyes lit up with recognition and then confusion. Alvaro was a dark haired just into his middle years and he held himself with an air of self importance. Xana glared at him and stopped her approach.
"Jose Alvaro, what you have done cannot be forgiven. Jose Alvaro I curse you forever!"
With those words she released the mighty gathered essence. As the complex weave sunk into the man three bolts of lightning hurtled down from the skies. That night Xana stood at the edge of the forest and watched the village burn.
Xana left Asturias to find her daughter. Years passed and the world changed again and again but still she could not find her child. After the years became decades and the decades became centuries the fairy returned to the Asturian mountains where she had last seen her own mother, but alas in that cave she found no sign of her mother or the Cuèlebre that held her prisoner.
Xana continued her journey across the Spanish Kingdoms in search of her mother and her child. The world changed around her as the end of one age was eclipsed by the dawning of another.
Fifteen years ago Xana heard tale of beautiful grey eyed woman that didn't age. She followed the tale to a small Andalucian town, but she was not the only who heard that tale. In that town she met Jose Alvaro again. The once righteous priest was a twisted thing now having long ago turned to the tainted powers of the mad gods. His power was now far greater than her own and she barely escaped the encounter with her life. Taking the name Penelope Rosa she fled Spain for America. She has remained there ever since searching for some way to find her mother and daughter. She spends no more than a few years in any one place for fear that Alvaro will find her.
Xana has found her way to Chicago not more than a few months ago, but how long she will stay remains to be seen. She continues to go by the alias Penelope Rosa.
Posted on 2009-09-17 at 18:33:59.
Edited on 2009-09-17 at 18:56:41 by Nimu
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: WOWIE ZOWIE!
Meri, that was fantastic!  That guy is positively delicious!
As to villainizing... I've got a lovely little guy in mind. Still have to iron out some (nearly all) details, but I'll be happy to do some PM conceptualizing - you've already gotten my gears turning.
In the meantime I'll start a sheet for my villain. I also should come up with a sheet for Mami Fortuna while I'm at it, huh?
This is twisting itself out to be something really great!
Oh, Eol - have fun with the medallion I just dropped in your lap.
Posted on 2009-09-17 at 04:29:04.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: And here we go...
"Excuse me, Miss Rosa,"Alexander said as he gestured to a number of chairs throughout the shop. "Come on in and have a seat. I'll be right with you."
Pressing a finger to her lips Penelope watched him escort the girl to another room. The siren shook her head in disbelief, all that power and she was completely unaware of it. For now Penelope would let the girl remain ignorant of her potential. She had her own matters to deal with, and they did not include awakening a mortal girl to the Gift.
After the two disappeared through the hallway the siren glided across the room and took a seat in a chair next to a table. She gazed across the room at the bast and smiled knowingly. The grey feline remained fixated on the twine, but Penelope had little doubt the cat would be paying close attention to all that transpired.
Alexander returned from the hallway and moved through the room to take a seat across from her. "Sorry about that," he said as he spared a quick glance back to the hallway, "Rosie's a sweet kid but just a little bit on the random side... Anyway, Miss Rosa, you said there was much we had to discuss... where did you want to start?"
Penelope looked up at him cocking her head to the side. It was apparent that she made him nervous, an advantage she had every intention of taking advantage of. Leaning back Penelope crossed her legs letting her unbuttoned jacket fall open to reveal the slim top of her form fitting dress.
"Think nothing of it, corazon," she replied with a smile. "And you must call me Penelope. Now, as to why I've come..."
The siren reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a golden necklace with an ornate inverted pentacle hanging from it. She held the medallion out in front of her before letting it fall to the table.
"I presume," Penelope began, "That you know what this is."
Posted on 2009-09-17 at 04:18:24.
Edited on 2016-09-20 at 07:54:39 by Eol Fefalas
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