❝ Life is a Decease; Sexually transmitted and invariably fatal.❞
- Name: Alexia Elisabeth (of) Bentheim
- Species: Vampire
- Age: 253 (30s)
- Sexuality: Bisexual (prefers women)
- Mistress of: -
- Turn-Ons: dominance , control and power, orgasm denial, scratching, hair-pulling, both tender and rough sex, loud sex, public sex, submission, possessiveness.
- Turn-Offs: bad hygiene, scat, golden showers, lack of manners, fear, arrogance, ignorance.
- Face Claim: Lana Parrilla
✑ Background: Unwanted. The best way to describe Alexia and her life, her childhood especially summed up in one word. Unwanted. She wasn’t supposed to exist, the moment of her conception was never meant to happen. If everything, it was the side-step, the one moment her father a German Royal raised to be Prince decided to forget the rules and stepped out of line. There weren’t supposed to be any consequences, for the poor maid that was sure to lose her position perhaps, but not for him. Because of that alone, her grandmother Sophie Charlotte of Nassau-Siegen had fully intended to send the woman with a well rounded middle and a pained expression away after she had knocked at their door shortly after nightfall. Gratitude, Alexia later on was supposed to show daily for reasons she never understood, lead her to allow the woman back in.
Her birth, so Alexia was told on a daily basis was a messy endeavour, especially because it’s never easy to get rid of a corpse — the maid, her mother having died in the process, so she should be especially grateful towards her grandfather, who despite everything had agreed to let her live. Unlike her siblings, the raven haired grew up outside of the noble’s house in the maid’s quarters, expected to eventually follow her mothers footsteps. Alexia would have become a maid just like her, serving her siblings that didn’t even knew of her existence, if it wouldn’t have been for her father’s second excursion outside of strictly drawn lines. Drunkenly he offered his firstborn as security of sorts in a card game, believing he had the hand of his life not only losing all the money he had bet, but his first born daughter with it.
It didn’t matter, not to her grandparents, nor to her father that Alexia was carted off, One less mouth to feed. 'She will come by, being maid for us…where is the difference' were the last words the young German heard from her grandmother. Little had the old matriarch known into whose hands she had given the girl which had resembled her so much.
She had found herself in a whore house, up north near not far off the harbor. It didn’t matter that Alexia had only been ten, nor did it matter that she didn’t understood what the men wanted from her, even less had mattered that she didn’t wanted to do what was expected of her. Punishment was serve, whip harsh and unforgiving against her skin. They might have won in the end, might have managed to bend her to their will, but they never managed to break her. Despite of countless attempts, punishments in form of starvation and the whip, Alexia always stood tall again, taunting them how they would never break her, no matter how hard they tried.
Shortly after her sixteenth birthday, they had ripped her brutally from the save-heaven sleep and her dreams had become to her. ‘You’re leaving!’ they had grunted, forcing her down the stairs, her hands full with the few belongings she possessed. ‘With her!' Alexia found herself in front of a luxuriously dressed, young woman. Someone you wouldn't expect within the walls of the establishment she was forced to work in, someone — Alexia was sure of that, she had seen before, walking along the corridors, gazing at each girl as she did so, almost as if about to pick one of them. 'What’s your name Darling?’ the Lady had asked while reaching to stroke a pale finger along dirt-stained cheeks. ‘Alexia Elisabeth Bentheim’ she had answered after a beat, unable to take her eyes of the bright blue eyes in front of her. ‘I promise you Alexia, that if you come with me willingly your life will be just like you always imagined it. There will be no one telling you what to do, no one punishing you if you step out of line, no one trying to break you. If you come with me Darling, you will get to live a life where you are in control.’ She had agreed to accompany the woman, whoms name she still didn’t know willingly, not because she had believed her, but because anywhere would have been better than the brothel near the harbour.
True to her word, Victoria had presented her with a life where she, and she alone decided what she would do. Surely, the blonde had trained her, had expected her to follow rules but in comparison to what she had to endure throughout most of her life, the early years she spend on Victoria’s side had been heaven.
On her twenty-fifth birthday, after a speech how she had known, no felt that Alexia had been the only one strong enough, worthy enough to come with her, the one with the greatest potential and strongest will to survive a lifetime at her side, Victoria had turned Alexia, had helped her through the first period of her new life before allowing her to let loose, to end the life of those that had made her own miserable.
After traveling through Europe alone, exploring her new opportunities to the fullest, Alexia eventually returned to Victoria’s side, fully intending to spend more than a lifetime with the woman she had come to love only to find her gone. Bitter with grief and self-hatred she had decided to leave her home country, to leave Europe and all the pain and horrors it had brought her behind to start a new life across the atlantic. It took her some time, but eventually Alexia settled down in New York, through smart-marriages andsudden deaths she managed to come by enough money to live comfortably on her own.
Over the years Alexia learned to do well on her own, she has learned that others only cause her pain. Something she has had enough of in her life. Never again would she depend on another, or need to let someone else close enough to hurt her for that matter.
✑ Secret: Alexia has a son, a healthy baby boy she had given birth to in a dark ally not too far away from the brothel she had been forced to work and live within. It had been luck that she had managed to carry her baby to term, she knew from other girls that pregnancies weren’t welcome within the establishment, shortly after most pregnancies had become visible, the girls had been brutally forced into an abortion. Still she had known the moment she had held her son within her arms that he had no future if he stayed with her. Under tears she had carried the small bundle of old blankets to the nearest church to place him on the old stone steps before she knocked against the heavy wooden doors only to disappear into the night. Alexia regrets until today that she never went looking for her son, the question of what could have been if still lingers within her mind.
✑ Personality: Throughout the years of her existence Alexia has learned to manipulate her way through and out of everything. She knows what she wants and she knows how she’ll get it, nothing can stop her. She can be ruthless, a cold hearted bitch if provoked, but also carrying loving if she has to, besides that, Alexia is quite creative if it comes to achieving her means.
Sex has become something akin to power in Alexia’s life, after everything she had to endure during the six years within the brothel, she likes to dominate, not just between the sheets. She likes to be in power and to control everything – perhaps even those, around her. Noticing, that she isn’t the one who has the upper hand is something that leads the normally collected and calm raven haired to become uneasy and nervous. There isn’t much she dislikes, but being at someone else’s mercy makes the top three.
Alexia prefers to keep to herself, she doesn’t trust easily and expects everyone to have a secret agenda. One could almost say that she, the one that once craves love and the secure feeling it can bring the most, has forgotten over the years what it feels like to care for someone, and be cared for in return.
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❝ Want me and I’m yours.❞
- Name: Katherine Pimms
- Species: Human
- Age: 24
- Sexuality: Straight
- Slave of: -
- Turn-Ons: Light bondage, spanking, bruises, being gagged, wax play, biting, hair pulling, orgasm denial, public sex, being blindfolded, teasing, pet play.
- Turn-Offs: Blood play, scat play, feet, overly violent sex, choking, complete sensory deprivation, begging.
- Face Claim: Lily Rabe
✑ Background: Katherine, or Kitty to her friends and family, was always a golden child growing up in a small town in Colorado. Sweet, innocent, smart, and well behaved, it was hard to find something to dislike about her and that was the way she liked it. Her family was so proud of her and she lapped up the attention, finding that there was nothing better than someone being interested in you. Whether people wanted to be her friend, her lover, or just be her, it made her happy.
As she got older, praise as simple as ‘your grades are wonderful' wasn't enough for her. She began searching for more and more things to do that would give her attention. It started out simple, just rescuing animals or volunteering at a fundraiser so that people would notice how selfless she was. However, when the attention from that wore off, she began to get even more frustrated.
Tighter clothes, lower tops and higher skirts found their way into her closet as she tried to get people to notice her for her looks. It worked wonderfully. Soon enough, people began chasing after her. She made a point, however, to only sleep with very select people. She didn’t want to be a slut; she wanted to be a prize. One of the men she slept with-an older man that she’d met at a bar when she was twenty two-introduced her to the rougher side of sex.
After that experience-and after covering up the bruises so she could attend a charity ball the next day-Katherine was absolutely hooked. She wanted to feel that way again, wanted to feel the pleasure that only came when someone wanted to hurt her. Being submissive to guys satisfied her need for attention because they wanted her in a way that no one else could.
However, she was still incredibly new to the scene and so she tended to be a bit clueless. She never watched her drink or worried that a man she went home with was a kidnapper and that was her downfall. She went out one night to a bar that catered to people with her interests. Skirt short and drink unattended, the last thing she remembered was collapsing into a strangers arms.
She woke up in a cell in Covaire, scared and confused. It took weeks before she would stop crying and months before she was able to be touched without screaming, but as she slowly learned her new place-with the help of a few guards-she accepted it. A year passed and now Katherine is content with her role as a slave. It pleased her to know that she had been appealing enough to be worthy of kidnap and the way the guards use her makes her happy as well. She wants a master, someone who would want her more than anyone, but for now she is content.
✑ Secret: When Katherine was twelve, she accidentally killed another girl. They’d been on a field trip together and were supposed to be buddies as they went to the bathroom. They started bickering however and Katherine shoved the other girl. The girl fell forward and landed on her chin, breaking her neck and killing her instantly. Katherine screamed for the teacher, telling the story that the girl had tripped. To this day, no one knows that she was responsible.
✑ Personality: Katherine is a genuinely sweet girl, even if desperate for attention. If someone is hurt or scared, she’ll be the first to comfort them if she can. However, she isn’t very brave and will more than likely be the one who is scared in most situations. She used to be rather reckless, but being brought to Covaire changed that and she tends to stay on the safer side of things.
It takes a lot to anger her and most of the time if she’s angry, she’ll keep it to herself. Not a fan of conflict, she’ll rarely complain about something even if it causes her great discomfort. She is very submissive and in the right hands, can be shaped into a wonderful slave.
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❝ Those closest to you know how to hurt you the worst.❞
- Name: Avery Villers
- Species: Werewolf
- Age: 32 (early 20s)
- Sexuality: Bisexual
- Slave of: -
- Turn-Ons: intelligence, spanking, dominance (in others), bondage, wax play, oral sex, scratching, biting, orgasm control.
- Turn-Offs: Bad Hygiene, Overly arrogant people, watersports, crying, humiliation.
- Face Claim: Odette Annabelle
✑ Background: Shunned. Avery was used to having everyone in Yorkshire looking down their noses at her. Her family was new money and it didn’t matter to any one that she had perfect manors or poise. She was an outcast since entering secondary school. She scored high marks in academics, even joined various teams trying to prove herself to those around her. To no avail she was never good enough.
By the time she reached the end of her schooling she had her first shift. She had no idea what was happening, nor did her parents. She had been lucky that her family escaped unscathed the first shift. However, her suspicion started to grow in Avery’s father. It seemed like his treatment of her started to change overnight. She used to be the apple of his eye he started to grow distant and angrier with each full moon. Avery wished she knew what she had done wrong, because she would have changed it if she could.
He kept it his growing hate of what his daughter reminded him of under his hat until she graduated and was getting ready to head off to university. It started off with a simple DNA test, which proved to be anything but. Her father had found out a deep secret that had been withheld by her mother. There had been an infidelity with a stranger. He had been a wolf, but her mother had no idea. Once this was learned though the wrath of the only father Avery knew came to the surface. Fights led to her being thrown onto the street, her dreams of continuing on in school long gone.
Avery somehow managed, but it wasn’t easy. She had grown up without ever having to get jobs, without true skills. Everything she learned was trial and error. She continued on like this for years, scraping by. She had earned that a small amount of pride knowing all of her accomplishments were brought on by her own hard work. Though, no matter how hard she worked it didn’t replace the feeling of loss of her family or fix the feeling of disappointment she got from her father.
It took about a decade before her father came seeking her again. She didn’t know it at the time but he had been trying to forget her. All of their family picture had been burned, her mother’s insistence that things would get better in time was the only reason he stayed away for so long. Though, time only seemed to make the man grow bitterer that his once perfect family was anything but.
Avery was blinded by the idea that her father had forgiven her and gladly went home with the man. She hadn’t known he still held resentment for what she represented. She was a monster and a reminder of her mother not being loyal to him. She couldn’t tell you what happened, she had been enjoying a meal with her family, ignoring the fake smiles and hoping they could move past it all.
The dinner was pleasant enough, talking to her mother mostly about what she had been doing over the last ten years. Avery kept trying to get her father to join into the conversation but all she got was short answers or mutters. She was sure this dinner was to appease her mother, knowing that the woman desperately wanted them to be a family again. Avery could read that want on her mother’s face as well as that deep regret for everything that happened and something more.
It wasn’t until that slightly familiar ill feeling came over her. She felt herself sinking in her chair as the world grew hot. She later learned that everything had been seasoned with wolfsbane. The last thing she remembered was men at her father’s house getting ready to take her away and exchange of money. She wasn’t his, and she knew that now. It hurt to fully acknowledge it and it broke her heart knowing she would never have that acceptance she sought after so hard.
✑ Secret: As much as she wants to go home and have her father accept her, she is resentful to the man. He threw her out into the gutter with only the clothing on her back. Both he and her mother turned their backs on her and watched as she suffered and tried to make it on her own. Once she had gained that independence and seemed to move on and be happy she was called back and poisoned by their own hands. She would love nothing more than to see them suffer as they forced her to. That grudge though well warranted scares Avery.
✑ Personality: She is trying to replace that family that left and betrayed her. She was left with this hole she is constantly trying to fill with people or things. Prior to being enslaved her apartment had knickknacks and half-finished projects. Avery is known to want to please people, though when they touch upon her family or her past she grows a bit distant and cold. As much as she may want to replace her parents in her life it is still a sore spot.
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Full Moon starts: Tuesday, April 15th, 11am EST
As the sun sets, a roar slices through Covaire once again as the Alpha calls out to his pack— join me my children— it says— join me, for tonight we hunt as one.
The night of the wolves is upon you, citizens of Covaire City. Beware the woods tonight, for you may fall prey to the blood lust that has taken over the moon’s children. As the full moon rises high in Covaire’s sky, the City and its surroundings become a playground haunted by raging wolves seeking blood.
Good evening, everyone. Welcome to Covaire’s first full moon under Alpha Attila’s reign. Under your new Alpha’s orders, both packmates and outcasts (omegas) will take part in the full moon.
Master/Mistress wolves: You are to run and hunt with your Alpha and his Beta. Do not disappoint him. For those who have yet to prove their worth or salvage their reputation in the eyes of their new packmaster, this is your chance: do not fail.
Claimed omegas: If your master/mistress is a wolf, you are to run with them and obey any command given to you by them or the Alpha. If your master/mistress is a vampire, you will run alongside slaveless master/mistress wolves or with the Alpha or the Beta themselves (slaves, you do not want to be forced to run with them — they will not make your lives easy).
Unclaimed omegas: You will be relocated to another part of the Chateau so that you will not disturb the other slaves or the vampire masters and mistresses visiting the building.
Civilian wolves: This is your chance to prove your worth to the Alpha and to show why you should be permitted to stay alive within the walls of Covaire City.
Enjoy using wolf gifs and images to represent your character. We’re looking forward to seeing the wolves hunting and running wild, and hope that you’ll all take this opportunity to interact with your new Alpha as well as any other characters with whom you don’t usually RP.