Post by Sárán Dwyre on May 1, 2009 13:15:21 GMT -5
Behind The Mask
OOC Name: Catie
Gender: Female
Other Characters: Sárán Dwyre
Basic Information
Name: Cormac Kavanagh
Aliases: Charles Cormac, Charles Cavanaugh
Actual Age: 5000±
Appearing Age: 30
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Approx. Birth Date: 3000 BC
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual) straight
Occupation: Entrepreneur, Owner of the Black Orchid
Appearance
Height: 6’1”
Hair: (Color & Style) Dark brown, longer
Eyes: ice blue
Skin: cool, smooth
Body Type: fit
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings) One claddagh on my right bicep, a marking of heritage.
Celebrity Claim: Michael Easton
Picture
Background Information
Personality: Very calm and collected. Very wise. Has seen a lot in this world. His mere presence requires respect, but he does not demand it of people. He can be a happy person, but for the most part, he very silent and reserved.
Weakness: (At Least 4)
Forced suppression
A naked woman
Selective, targeted feeding
Sexual desire
Strengths: (At Least 4)
Flying,
Siring,
Telepathy,
Mind Control,
Superhuman Strength,
Extra Sensitive Senses.
Family: All dead and turned to dust.
Friends: He keeps mostly to himself, but he gets along with everyone he comes in contact with. People revere him.
Enemies: Most people respect Cormac, some fear, though he does not expect people to fear him.
Lover: anyone he chooses
Extra Powers:
Mind blank
Telepathy
Dominate
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
I’ve been alive so many years, one forgets just everything they’ve done with their life. I have been alive more than 5000 years, you tend to forget things over the years. I don’t remember my childhood. I don’t remember my formidable life before and even after the moment I was embraced by Lilith.
I remember my mother only slightly, the feel of her soft skin, the tender love she showed me. I cannot remember her face. I cannot remember her smell, but I do remember her love and how she cared for me. I don’t remember my father. I don’t remember the siblings I had or any other family or friends that I may have had.
But one person I do remember is Lilith. From the moment I saw her and she began her seduction, I had been hopelessly attracted to her. This had been a time of extreme morality. There was no women’s liberation or anything. Women were meant to be subservient and submissive. Lilith was unlike any woman I had ever seen.
The way she dressed. The way she looked. She had more color to her face, even being as pale as I remembered her later to be. She was too illuminating for me to notice her pale skin at first. She was too intoxicating. I found myself drawn into her as soon as I laid my eyes on her.
Then when she seduced me, taking me into her, I thought I was going to die from ecstasy. She was like a drug and I couldn’t resist her. I slipped into her far easier than I had ever slipped into anyone before. I didn’t even think for the moment that I was married and I was perpetrating the most grievous of sins by fornicating with another woman and committing adultery.
I don’t even remember my wife now. I only remember her name. But even that slips me at times. Most oft is when I’m thinking about Lilith. That would probably be the only thing I really regret in my life. Forgetting my beautiful Treasa (pronounced Traa Sa) has to be the only thing I wish would have never happened because of what I have become.
And the thing about it was, I chose for this to happen to me. Lilith did not attack me. She didn’t come after me out of nowhere. I willingly took to bed with her. I betrayed my wife and killed the life we had together before Lilith sunk her teeth into my neck and drained the blood from my veins.
I can still feel the warmth of her breath upon my skin. I can feel the piercing of her teeth into the warm flesh upon my neck. But that skin is no longer warm and no life remains in my body any longer. Even though I am not dead, I have not passed over. Because of the choice I had made in fornicating with Lilith, I have condemned myself to this hell of existing in this afterlife as a vampire.
When I finally came to, I knew not what had happened to me. Suddenly, everything seemed clearer. I could see farther and with more clarity. I could hear everything. My sense of smell was heightened, and I was hungry. I was starving. But I didn’t want barley or oats. I didn’t even want meat from a beast of the land. I wanted blood. Blood?!?!?!?![/I] I wanted blood? The thought, the craving, was all consuming.
I tried to fight the urge, running through the night screaming. I wasn’t scared. I was horrified. What had I become. What had that woman done to me? Why did I want to sink my teeth into some young, virile neck. The though frightened me to no end. I was not human, anymore. That much I knew for a certainty. I wasn’t human and I knew I would be forever damned if I were to give into this burning desire and lust for the warm liquid of life.
When I finally got home, my wife, wrought with worry and family members all around, passed out as I came through the doors. The women of our family attended to her as the men rushed me at the door. “Where have you bee?” “Thank God you’re alright.” “Thank God you’re alive!” But I wasn’t thanking my god for anything at that moment. Ok, maybe I was. I looked over the lot of them briefly before turning savage, attacking them all, and leaving none of them alive.
When my wife came to, I had disposed of all the bodies and was laying beside her, more than sufficiently satiated by eating, but there was another desire that burned with in me. I had not laid with my wife since before Lilith enticed me into her bed and I missed the feel of my wife’s supple body beneath me. I missed the smell of her womanhood, but I could smell it even more now.
It was if her pussy was right in my face. I could smell her juices dripping down, soaking the sheets beneath us. I swallowed, my desire growing with every inhalation. “Where’s our family, Cormac? Where are the children?” I looked over her supple body longingly. “The children are with your parents, Treasa. It’s just us.” She did not know that I meant they were together in heaven, or hell, or where ever it is that we go when we die.
She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, “Cormac, I was so worried. Where ever have you been?” I looked back up her body, stopping on her lips. “Shhhh, my love. Let it just be us.” And with that, she shut her mouth. She knew her place in this subservient world that women lived in. And thank God, too. I didn’t want to talk right now. I just wanted to lay in our bed as husband and wife.
The intimate act of making love to my wife had never been this good. I felt every stroke, ever kiss, every gripping of flesh with a more severe intensity than I had ever felt it with my Treasa before. Her inner sanctum was tighter than I had ever remembered it being before. It was almost as if my manhood had grown and fit tighter inside her. Our love making was rougher, more passion filled than I ever thought it could be with her. I had her screaming my name, begging for more. That was just something that didn’t happen during the physical act of intercourse in those days.
Intercourse was supposed to be a silent, procreational activity. But this was purely physically driven. I wanted her because I wanted to feel her tight walls clamping down around my throbbing member. Hearing her scream out my name, made me only drive deeper and deeper within the confines of her most intimate of places.
As I released my juices within her, she screamed louder than I even thought humanly possible. I could feel her throbbing around me. I could hear her heart, beating beautifully. Easing out of her, I had to taste her. My tongue had to soak up all the juices of our love making.
She laid completely still on the bed as I started spreading kisses down her supple body. Her breasts were so round and voluptuous, I could have spent my time there, but I wanted the feel of our mingled juices on my tongue. I ran my tongue over the soft skin of her stomach, dipping lower until I felt my wife’s body jolt.
“Cormac!?!” Looking up at her, my eyes bore down into her soul. “Lay down, my love,” I told her. She did as I told her and I thanked that god for her obedience. She could not protest to this proscribed act of ultimate physical intimacy. She had to be the dutiful wife and succumb to my ever desire, and this desire was to taste of my wife’s most intimate of areas.
My tongue dipped beneath the folds of her labia majora, running it around on the soft skin around her labia minora, housing her most sacred spot, the bud of her sexual desire. I could not contain myself any longer. My tongue spread through the creases of her labia minora and lapped across that bud.
Treasa’s body sprung to life once more, gripping the bed sheets we laid on. “Oh, my God, Cormac!” I could not believe I had actually managed make my zealot wife curse our god. She was most definitely in a place far better than heaven at this moment, a nirvana. She had never felt this much pleasure before, and she would never feel this much pleasure again.
As her body began to convulse from the wave of yet another orgasmic shudder, my teeth sank into her skin and she began to writhe even more. “Oh, dear GOD, Coooooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
cccccccccccccccccccccccc!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” My eyes widened in horror as I soon realized what I was doing. I was draining my dulcet darling of the liquid of life that coursed through her veins. But of course, it would not when I was done with her, because I could not stop. I had been full before we had started our bout of intercourse, but tasting her luscious blood held me.
I did not stop until I had drained her of every last drop. As I was finally able to pull myself away because there was nothing left to suck, I fell back against the bed, falling fast asleep.
I had left my wife’s body laying on that bed when I awoke the next night. A part of me mourned her and our children, but I knew I was eternally damned for what I had done. Not only for massacring my family, but for desecrating my marriage vows. She had been my everything and now I had nothing. Leaving my house and my life behind, I went into hiding.
For years, I did not venture out into society. I spent my nights feeding upon innocent mortals, draining them of all the blood they had in their veins. But none of them was enough. None of them filled me as my Treasa’s did. Until I began to feed on women the same way I did my darling Treasa.
I found it to be the only vein that really filled me with any satisfaction, and of course, to get to that close, to get to sink my teeth into that vein, I had to first take their sexual will. Not that I minded. I loved dipping my cock into them before sinking my teeth into them. It was all so very poetic.
Role Play Sample: (Should be written as the character you are applying for, not taken from another site.)
She was an amazing. She was unlike any woman I had ever seen before. At least not since Lilith. She was a dark beauty, and unrivaled by any other. But she was taken. I couldn’t just whisk her away from life and keep her at my side for ever. Besides, that wasn’t how I would treat my dear friend Warrick DeChaville.
We had known each other for years, Warrick and I. I was to stand beside him at his wedding to the lucid beauty. Her name was Josephine Chantrice LeFevre, a member of a very wealthy family. I’d actually known of her family line for years. Excellent breeding. Her mother was a striking beauty as well.
And even though she was set to marry Warrick, I longed for her. I wasn’t in love with her. Love was for human’s. Love was what Warrick and Josephine shared. And France was the land of love, so it was only fitting that they share this timeless love in he land of love. I feigned longing for that great love for Warrick’s sake, all the time retching in repulsion. Love was sickening.
Now lust on the other hand. Lust was invigorating, it was inviting, and that is what I had for the lovely Josephine. I had to have her, and even though Warrick was my best friend, my animal instincts trumped that loyalty. I had to have Josephine in my bed and I had to make her mine. Nothing was going to stop me.
So when Warrick asked me to keep a watchful eye on her when he had to leave town on family business, I was none too pleased. Josephine on the other hand, even knowing that her beloved trusted me implicitly, did not trust me and dutifully only allowed me time with her because it had been as Warrick had wished. I knew, if it had been up to her, she would have nothing to do with me. I heard it practically screaming from her head.
But I wanted everything to do with her. I wanted her in my bed. I wanted to feel her fine as porcelain skin beneath mine. I wanted to feel her muscles grip around my driving manhood. I wanted her to scream out my name. So when I actually took her, she did.
But it wasn’t in pleasure. When she screamed out my name, she was cursing me for the vile creature I was. She had wanted nothing to do with me. She had tried to push off my advances. I knew she would go straight to Warrick upon his return and have me banished from his presence on the moment. But neither of them would have that pleasure. This pleasure was to be all mine.
I had taken her to my place, against her will, kicking and screaming in the dead of night. There was no way she was going to get away from me. Of course, being a man, I was already stronger than the weak woman she was. I didn’t need my vampiric strength to dominate her. So, when I held her beneath me, her body lurching to get away from me, I held her firmly, my enlarged manhood taking away the gift she had saved for the man who would be her husband.
The blood itself coming from her femininity was enough to drive me on, hardening each and every thrust within her. And then, once she had orgasmed, mostly from the pain, and I had released myself deep within her, I had to taste her. I had to taste that hymenal blood coursing from her womanhood.
Running my tongue over the folds of her genital lips, the blood drove me onward. Her bud was ripened red from my abrasion rubbing of my penis against it. I knew that it was full of blood, urging me on ward. I was going to taste of her blood. But I knew, even that would not be enough for me. Instead, I did not let her die.
I had wanted her by my side, and now I could have her by my side forever more. She was completely under my spell, and after I had changed her, embracing her into my life, she would forever be mine.
Even now, three hundred years later, I still remember that moment I took everything from her to claim her as my own. I always got what I wanted, and even though now I knew she hated me, I know she wished me dead, she was mine and there was no way out of it.
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OOC Name: Catie
Gender: Female
Other Characters: Sárán Dwyre
Basic Information
Name: Cormac Kavanagh
Aliases: Charles Cormac, Charles Cavanaugh
Actual Age: 5000±
Appearing Age: 30
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Approx. Birth Date: 3000 BC
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual) straight
Occupation: Entrepreneur, Owner of the Black Orchid
Appearance
Height: 6’1”
Hair: (Color & Style) Dark brown, longer
Eyes: ice blue
Skin: cool, smooth
Body Type: fit
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings) One claddagh on my right bicep, a marking of heritage.
Celebrity Claim: Michael Easton
Picture
Background Information
Personality: Very calm and collected. Very wise. Has seen a lot in this world. His mere presence requires respect, but he does not demand it of people. He can be a happy person, but for the most part, he very silent and reserved.
Weakness: (At Least 4)
Forced suppression
A naked woman
Selective, targeted feeding
Sexual desire
Strengths: (At Least 4)
Flying,
Siring,
Telepathy,
Mind Control,
Superhuman Strength,
Extra Sensitive Senses.
Family: All dead and turned to dust.
Friends: He keeps mostly to himself, but he gets along with everyone he comes in contact with. People revere him.
Enemies: Most people respect Cormac, some fear, though he does not expect people to fear him.
Lover: anyone he chooses
Extra Powers:
Mind blank
Telepathy
Dominate
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
I’ve been alive so many years, one forgets just everything they’ve done with their life. I have been alive more than 5000 years, you tend to forget things over the years. I don’t remember my childhood. I don’t remember my formidable life before and even after the moment I was embraced by Lilith.
I remember my mother only slightly, the feel of her soft skin, the tender love she showed me. I cannot remember her face. I cannot remember her smell, but I do remember her love and how she cared for me. I don’t remember my father. I don’t remember the siblings I had or any other family or friends that I may have had.
But one person I do remember is Lilith. From the moment I saw her and she began her seduction, I had been hopelessly attracted to her. This had been a time of extreme morality. There was no women’s liberation or anything. Women were meant to be subservient and submissive. Lilith was unlike any woman I had ever seen.
The way she dressed. The way she looked. She had more color to her face, even being as pale as I remembered her later to be. She was too illuminating for me to notice her pale skin at first. She was too intoxicating. I found myself drawn into her as soon as I laid my eyes on her.
Then when she seduced me, taking me into her, I thought I was going to die from ecstasy. She was like a drug and I couldn’t resist her. I slipped into her far easier than I had ever slipped into anyone before. I didn’t even think for the moment that I was married and I was perpetrating the most grievous of sins by fornicating with another woman and committing adultery.
I don’t even remember my wife now. I only remember her name. But even that slips me at times. Most oft is when I’m thinking about Lilith. That would probably be the only thing I really regret in my life. Forgetting my beautiful Treasa (pronounced Traa Sa) has to be the only thing I wish would have never happened because of what I have become.
And the thing about it was, I chose for this to happen to me. Lilith did not attack me. She didn’t come after me out of nowhere. I willingly took to bed with her. I betrayed my wife and killed the life we had together before Lilith sunk her teeth into my neck and drained the blood from my veins.
I can still feel the warmth of her breath upon my skin. I can feel the piercing of her teeth into the warm flesh upon my neck. But that skin is no longer warm and no life remains in my body any longer. Even though I am not dead, I have not passed over. Because of the choice I had made in fornicating with Lilith, I have condemned myself to this hell of existing in this afterlife as a vampire.
When I finally came to, I knew not what had happened to me. Suddenly, everything seemed clearer. I could see farther and with more clarity. I could hear everything. My sense of smell was heightened, and I was hungry. I was starving. But I didn’t want barley or oats. I didn’t even want meat from a beast of the land. I wanted blood. Blood?!?!?!?![/I] I wanted blood? The thought, the craving, was all consuming.
I tried to fight the urge, running through the night screaming. I wasn’t scared. I was horrified. What had I become. What had that woman done to me? Why did I want to sink my teeth into some young, virile neck. The though frightened me to no end. I was not human, anymore. That much I knew for a certainty. I wasn’t human and I knew I would be forever damned if I were to give into this burning desire and lust for the warm liquid of life.
When I finally got home, my wife, wrought with worry and family members all around, passed out as I came through the doors. The women of our family attended to her as the men rushed me at the door. “Where have you bee?” “Thank God you’re alright.” “Thank God you’re alive!” But I wasn’t thanking my god for anything at that moment. Ok, maybe I was. I looked over the lot of them briefly before turning savage, attacking them all, and leaving none of them alive.
When my wife came to, I had disposed of all the bodies and was laying beside her, more than sufficiently satiated by eating, but there was another desire that burned with in me. I had not laid with my wife since before Lilith enticed me into her bed and I missed the feel of my wife’s supple body beneath me. I missed the smell of her womanhood, but I could smell it even more now.
It was if her pussy was right in my face. I could smell her juices dripping down, soaking the sheets beneath us. I swallowed, my desire growing with every inhalation. “Where’s our family, Cormac? Where are the children?” I looked over her supple body longingly. “The children are with your parents, Treasa. It’s just us.” She did not know that I meant they were together in heaven, or hell, or where ever it is that we go when we die.
She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, “Cormac, I was so worried. Where ever have you been?” I looked back up her body, stopping on her lips. “Shhhh, my love. Let it just be us.” And with that, she shut her mouth. She knew her place in this subservient world that women lived in. And thank God, too. I didn’t want to talk right now. I just wanted to lay in our bed as husband and wife.
The intimate act of making love to my wife had never been this good. I felt every stroke, ever kiss, every gripping of flesh with a more severe intensity than I had ever felt it with my Treasa before. Her inner sanctum was tighter than I had ever remembered it being before. It was almost as if my manhood had grown and fit tighter inside her. Our love making was rougher, more passion filled than I ever thought it could be with her. I had her screaming my name, begging for more. That was just something that didn’t happen during the physical act of intercourse in those days.
Intercourse was supposed to be a silent, procreational activity. But this was purely physically driven. I wanted her because I wanted to feel her tight walls clamping down around my throbbing member. Hearing her scream out my name, made me only drive deeper and deeper within the confines of her most intimate of places.
As I released my juices within her, she screamed louder than I even thought humanly possible. I could feel her throbbing around me. I could hear her heart, beating beautifully. Easing out of her, I had to taste her. My tongue had to soak up all the juices of our love making.
She laid completely still on the bed as I started spreading kisses down her supple body. Her breasts were so round and voluptuous, I could have spent my time there, but I wanted the feel of our mingled juices on my tongue. I ran my tongue over the soft skin of her stomach, dipping lower until I felt my wife’s body jolt.
“Cormac!?!” Looking up at her, my eyes bore down into her soul. “Lay down, my love,” I told her. She did as I told her and I thanked that god for her obedience. She could not protest to this proscribed act of ultimate physical intimacy. She had to be the dutiful wife and succumb to my ever desire, and this desire was to taste of my wife’s most intimate of areas.
My tongue dipped beneath the folds of her labia majora, running it around on the soft skin around her labia minora, housing her most sacred spot, the bud of her sexual desire. I could not contain myself any longer. My tongue spread through the creases of her labia minora and lapped across that bud.
Treasa’s body sprung to life once more, gripping the bed sheets we laid on. “Oh, my God, Cormac!” I could not believe I had actually managed make my zealot wife curse our god. She was most definitely in a place far better than heaven at this moment, a nirvana. She had never felt this much pleasure before, and she would never feel this much pleasure again.
As her body began to convulse from the wave of yet another orgasmic shudder, my teeth sank into her skin and she began to writhe even more. “Oh, dear GOD, Coooooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
cccccccccccccccccccccccc!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” My eyes widened in horror as I soon realized what I was doing. I was draining my dulcet darling of the liquid of life that coursed through her veins. But of course, it would not when I was done with her, because I could not stop. I had been full before we had started our bout of intercourse, but tasting her luscious blood held me.
I did not stop until I had drained her of every last drop. As I was finally able to pull myself away because there was nothing left to suck, I fell back against the bed, falling fast asleep.
I had left my wife’s body laying on that bed when I awoke the next night. A part of me mourned her and our children, but I knew I was eternally damned for what I had done. Not only for massacring my family, but for desecrating my marriage vows. She had been my everything and now I had nothing. Leaving my house and my life behind, I went into hiding.
For years, I did not venture out into society. I spent my nights feeding upon innocent mortals, draining them of all the blood they had in their veins. But none of them was enough. None of them filled me as my Treasa’s did. Until I began to feed on women the same way I did my darling Treasa.
I found it to be the only vein that really filled me with any satisfaction, and of course, to get to that close, to get to sink my teeth into that vein, I had to first take their sexual will. Not that I minded. I loved dipping my cock into them before sinking my teeth into them. It was all so very poetic.
Role Play Sample: (Should be written as the character you are applying for, not taken from another site.)
She was an amazing. She was unlike any woman I had ever seen before. At least not since Lilith. She was a dark beauty, and unrivaled by any other. But she was taken. I couldn’t just whisk her away from life and keep her at my side for ever. Besides, that wasn’t how I would treat my dear friend Warrick DeChaville.
We had known each other for years, Warrick and I. I was to stand beside him at his wedding to the lucid beauty. Her name was Josephine Chantrice LeFevre, a member of a very wealthy family. I’d actually known of her family line for years. Excellent breeding. Her mother was a striking beauty as well.
And even though she was set to marry Warrick, I longed for her. I wasn’t in love with her. Love was for human’s. Love was what Warrick and Josephine shared. And France was the land of love, so it was only fitting that they share this timeless love in he land of love. I feigned longing for that great love for Warrick’s sake, all the time retching in repulsion. Love was sickening.
Now lust on the other hand. Lust was invigorating, it was inviting, and that is what I had for the lovely Josephine. I had to have her, and even though Warrick was my best friend, my animal instincts trumped that loyalty. I had to have Josephine in my bed and I had to make her mine. Nothing was going to stop me.
So when Warrick asked me to keep a watchful eye on her when he had to leave town on family business, I was none too pleased. Josephine on the other hand, even knowing that her beloved trusted me implicitly, did not trust me and dutifully only allowed me time with her because it had been as Warrick had wished. I knew, if it had been up to her, she would have nothing to do with me. I heard it practically screaming from her head.
But I wanted everything to do with her. I wanted her in my bed. I wanted to feel her fine as porcelain skin beneath mine. I wanted to feel her muscles grip around my driving manhood. I wanted her to scream out my name. So when I actually took her, she did.
But it wasn’t in pleasure. When she screamed out my name, she was cursing me for the vile creature I was. She had wanted nothing to do with me. She had tried to push off my advances. I knew she would go straight to Warrick upon his return and have me banished from his presence on the moment. But neither of them would have that pleasure. This pleasure was to be all mine.
I had taken her to my place, against her will, kicking and screaming in the dead of night. There was no way she was going to get away from me. Of course, being a man, I was already stronger than the weak woman she was. I didn’t need my vampiric strength to dominate her. So, when I held her beneath me, her body lurching to get away from me, I held her firmly, my enlarged manhood taking away the gift she had saved for the man who would be her husband.
The blood itself coming from her femininity was enough to drive me on, hardening each and every thrust within her. And then, once she had orgasmed, mostly from the pain, and I had released myself deep within her, I had to taste her. I had to taste that hymenal blood coursing from her womanhood.
Running my tongue over the folds of her genital lips, the blood drove me onward. Her bud was ripened red from my abrasion rubbing of my penis against it. I knew that it was full of blood, urging me on ward. I was going to taste of her blood. But I knew, even that would not be enough for me. Instead, I did not let her die.
I had wanted her by my side, and now I could have her by my side forever more. She was completely under my spell, and after I had changed her, embracing her into my life, she would forever be mine.
Even now, three hundred years later, I still remember that moment I took everything from her to claim her as my own. I always got what I wanted, and even though now I knew she hated me, I know she wished me dead, she was mine and there was no way out of it.
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