corrupted_wolf
13 October 2022 @ 02:50 am
None of the girls made any sign they knew how close death came to their heels. Not Neph, not Madison, not Bailey, especially not Anika. They walked along, having some kind of fun, laughing, paying less attention to their surroundings than each other, or at least that was the image they portrayed. Kevin knew Neph, at least, usually maintained a healthy level of paranoia despite...Was that ice cream they had? But he couldn't fault her if she missed what stalked them in broad daylight, not when the bastard's specialty was staying unseen.

Who knew how Phyber got their scent, but the Dancer Ragabash was, for once, doing his job without fucking it up. Scouting, trailing the pack's prey back to their den, where hopefully he'd find the traitor. His lupus form was less a wolf and more a mangy, sickly mutt, one of who knew how many in the city. His movements were just jerky and erratic enough to hint that he might be rabid. He could smell blood and he was eager.

Too eager. A huge white-furred lupus stepped out of the shadows between the girls and Phyber, but he waited till they were out of both sight and earshot before he turned back to homid to watch Phyber impassively. Rage like electricity, like an approaching thunderstorm about to break, lurked just under the surface, but for once he didn't have even a snide laugh or curse. "Well, old buddy. You've stuck your nose in it again, haven't you? Cormac isn't here to bail you out this time, though."

The Dancer stopped short, staring gape-jawed at Kevin, first in lupus, then slowly in homid as well. "It's been months, and now you show your face. All for some chicks? You gotta be fucking kidding me."

Kevin shrugged lightly, using the movement to flex and stretch the clenched muscles of his shoulders and neck. The electricity was building. It wouldn't take much to break. "Yeah, well. Fun as it is to watch Cormac chase his tail, I owe someone a debt and Phyber buddy? You done fucked up. Cause long before Cormac can even get his ass over here in response to whatever alarm you have set up? I'm gonna have your head as a fucking trophy."

Phyber backed up a step. "We're in broad daylight. You don't have the balls anymore."

Kevin grinned, the kind of grin that Phyber knew intimately. The kind he always had before his worst crimes. He leaned in closer to Phyber and said in an exaggerated whisper, "Tell you a secret, Phyber, buddy? Come here, I don't wanna have to shout it. You listening?" When Phyber nodded slowly, Kevin laughed, a laugh that turned into a loud, eerie, maddening howl as his form turned hulking and hairy. Glabro, then Crinos. He could manage a few words, and he said in a deep growl, "Gonna enjoy this."

Not that the former Dancer was in any shape to understand it. The howl, one of the White Howlers' greatest weapons, left all those who weren't of White Howler blood mad with fear. It wasn't something that the former Glasswalker, not a favorite of the Hive, had been taught to resist. Phyber had been willing himself to attack for a few minutes before the howl. Now? He was back in Lupus, but not to fight. His mouth foamed as he snapped the air like a rabid dog, and though he was having trouble making his limbs behave, he turned tail to flee. Quickly.

Like a snow-white wraith, Kevin was after him in an instant.

* * * * * * * * *

A little while later, that same white-furred Crinos Garou dumped a twisted Metis Dancer corpse frozen in its Crinos form outside Oni's house. As he shrank back to his homid form slowly, as his temper cooled, he snapped at whoever was nearby, "Don't just stand there, help me get rid of this where it won't fuck shit up or attract more of the bastards. I didn't just turn this asshole inside-fucking-out to traumatize the girls myself."

 
 
corrupted_wolf
22 June 2022 @ 10:13 pm


"Hey, you've reached Kevin Hawking. I'm not available or I saw your number and am now pretending I missed your call. Leave a message. No really, that's it. Leave a message. I'll get to it eventually."

((Leave IC or OOC messages below or HMD posts. Comments are screened.))




 
 
 
 
corrupted_wolf
10 April 2020 @ 12:15 am
Name: Kevin Hawking
Age: 52
Race: Garou (Werewolf: W:tA)
Alignment: Neutral
PB: Denis Leary

Breed: Homid
Tribe: White Howlers
Auspice: Philodox
Rank: 4

Merits:
  1. Photographic Memory (2 point merit)
  2. Spirit Magnet (2 point merit) - Spirits (including Banes) in the Umbra are naturally attracted to you.
Flaws:
  1. Forced Change (2 point flaw) - Sexual arousal stimulates a forced change to Crinos.

Nature: Director - To the Director, nothing is worse than chaos and disorder. The Director seeks to be in charge, adopting a “my way or the highway” attitude on matters of decision-making. The Director is more concerned with bringing order out of strife, however, and need not be truly “in control” of a group to guide it. Coaches, teachers, and many political figures exemplify the Director Archetype. Kindred Directors may be simple advocates of established codes, or they may prove instrumental in tearing down corrupt existing orders to make way for new leaders or factional movements.

– Regain a point of Willpower when you influence or aid a group or influential individual in the completion of a difficult task.

Demeanor: Leader - The Leader is the one who takes up the cause and convinces others to follow her. It doesn’t matter if the cause was originally hers or not; what matters is that it’s hers now. Getting others to follow her lead isn’t an if, it’s a when. While there always exists the possibility of leading others to their doom, a Leader is always convinced that she knows the best way into – and out of – any given situation.

– Regain Willpower when others follow you without questioning your orders or decisions.

Personal Totem: The Bat

Bat is an unusual totem, and a rare choice – as far as most Garou know, he has fallen entirely into the thrall of the Wyrm. Until recently, this was a very accurate summation; the fall of the Camazotz centuries ago destroyed Bat’s sanity, and in his hatred, he turned against the Garou who drove his children to extinction. Recent events in Mexico, however, have redeemed Bat, or at least a portion of him. Like the deity revered by the Mayan cultures so long ago, Bat appears to have a dual aspect – in some respects he is still of the Wyrm, but in others, he has come back to Gaia. Most Garou don’t know what to make of this, and look on Bat’s followers with great suspicion. None of them seem to be corrupt, but that doesn’t make them innocent.

For their part, Bat’s children have deep ties to the earth unmatched by those of other Garou. They listen to the voices of the Camazotz, and are making a sincere effort to continue that lost Breed’s work. The Voice of Gaia sings through them, and they listen to Her voice so that they can find Her enemies and destroy them.

Traits:
  • Individual Traits: Each pack member’s Perception increases by one permanently, even if this would raise the rating above 5. Pack members also gain two points of temporary Wisdom Renown and may use the Gift: Ears of the Bat once per day for the duration of a scene.
  • Pack Traits: Bat’s packs gain three dots of Enigmas. Garou with this totem are well regarded by many Fera, particularly those in Central and South America. However, Garou look upon Bat and his children with suspicion, meaning that all pack members lose five points of temporary Honor (if they have that many) when Bat adopts them and subtract one from any temporary Honor Renown awards they receive. The pack members must work harder to prove they are honorable.

Ban: Bat demands that his children never fight with Gaia’s other children – including other Gaian Garou. Even ritualized or honorable combat is forbidden. His followers simply need to find other ways to resolve disputes. This has greater implications than may be immediately obvious: children of Bat cannot challenge other Garou if there is any chance that the Garou being challenged will choose a form of combat to resolve the dispute. If the challenged Garou chooses combat to resolve the challenge, the child of Bat who issued the challenge must back down. Depending on the circumstances (and the Storyteller’s discretion), backing down from issuing the challenge may entail a loss of Renown for the child of Bat.

Fetish: Umbraphone
Level 1, Gnosis 3

This is a common toy among the Consultants camp of Black Spiral Dancers. It seems to be a simple black cellular phone, but to those who know how to work its numerical codes, it can be used to make calls to and from the Umbra. Naturally, this can make a Dancer's Rolodex a worrisome thing indeed, as there's always the possibility of finding a direct line to someone like Lady Aife - or worse. The Glass Walkers have developed their own version of this fetish, although other tribes rumble that they might have been taught the secret by the wrong teachers...

Gifts:

Persuasion (Level One) — This Gift allows homid to become more persuasive when dealing with others, in such a way that his statements and arguments are imbued with added meaning or credibility. An ancestor-spirit teaches this Gift.

System: The player rolls Charisma + Subterfuge. If successful, the Storyteller reduces the difficulties of all Social rolls by one for the remainder of the scene. In addition, any successful Social rolls may have significantly more impact than they would without the Gift. A werewolf could win arguments with hard line opponents, or cause a cold-hearted psychopath to relent (at least for a little while).

Truth of Gaia (Level One) — As judges of the Litany, Philodox have the ability to sense whether others have spoken truth or falsehood. A Gaffling of Falcon teaches this Gift.

System: The player rolls Intelligence + Empathy (difficulty of the subject’s Manipulation + Subterfuge). This Gift reveals only whether the target speaks the truth or lies.

Sense Wyrm (Level One) — The werewolf can sense manifestations of the Wyrm in the nearby area. This Gift involves a mystical sense, not a visual or olfactory tillage, although werewolves using the Gift sometimes say things like, "This place stinks of the Wyrm" (with a few more colorful adjectives). Garou should remember that the Wyrm's taint can cling to relatively blameless souls. Werewolves may sense an innocent person who happens to work in a Wyrm-controlled factory or who has eaten tainted food. This power requires active concentration. Any spirit of Gaia may teach this Gift

System: The player rolls Perception + Occult. The diffifculty depends on the concentration and strength of the Wyrm influence. Sensing a single fomor in the next room would be difficulty 6, while detecting the stench of a Bane that was in the room an hour ago would be difficulty 8. Vampires register as Wyrm-tainted, save those with Humanity Traits of 7 or higher

Spirit Speech (Level One) — This Gift allows the Garou to communicate with encountered spirits. The Garou is thus able to address them whether they wish to be addressed or not. Of course, nothing (usually) prevents the spirit from ignoring the Theurge or leaving. Any spirit can teach this Gift.

System: Once learned, this Gift allows the Garou to understand the communication of spirits intuitively. Particularly alien spirits may be difficult — or, in the case of many Banes, outright painful — to understand.

Haunting Howl (Level One) — One of the howl-Gifts peculiar to the White Howlers, this eerie cry often echoed across the desolate moors prior to a White Howler raid. In the years since the White Howlers’ fall, this cry has become more alien and forlorn.

System: The player rolls Charisma + Intimidation, difficulty 7. All enemies within earshot of the werewolf’s howl suffer a +1 difficulty to Willpower rolls for three turns per success. Willpower expenditures are unaffected. No foe can be affected by more than one use of this Gift per scene.

Blood-Scent (Level One) — Part of the White Howlers’ reputation as excellent trackers stemmed from Gifts such as this one. The Garou with this Gift finds it childishly easy to track down any human, beast or supernatural being whose blood he has tasted. the Howlers parlayed this Gift into the tactic of letting a wounded enemy escape, only to unerringly track him to his lair and the rest of his clan. Today, the Black Spiral Dancers continue this practice, although without the aid of the Blood-Scent Gift.

System: Once learned, this Gift’s effects are permanent. The Garou receives two additional dice on any roll made to track prey whose blood she has tasted. These dice also apply to the use of tracking Gifts such as Pulse of the Prey.

Call to Duty (Level Two) — Any spirit the Philodox knows by name is a potential servitor. With this Gift, the werewolf can summon and command any spirit she knows by name. Only one command is possible at a time, and the spirit departs after fulfilling the one request. An Incarna avatar teaches this Gift.

System: Obviously, the Philodox must learn the spirit's name, which usually requires personal acquaintance or use of the Gift: Name the Spirit. The player rolls Charisma + Leadership (difficulty of the spirit's Willpower). If the player spends two Gnosis points, the werewolf can summon all Gaian spirits within one mile to protect or assist her, even if she does not know their names.

Pain Strength (Level Two) —The White Howlers were hardy enough to shrug off the effects of pain, but some learned the trick of letting their pain fuel them. The wounds of a White Howler actually gave him Strength, allowing him to achieve great feats Of might at the cost of his own blood.

System: When the character is first wounded, the Player may choose to Spend a Rage Point to activate this Gift. For the remainder of the scene, the character gains one dot of Strength for every die of wound penalties he suffers from. In addition, wound penalties do not affect his Strength score or damage pools (although they affect any Strength + Ability pools). Thus, a character at Wounded would lose two dice from most dice pools, but actually gain two dice to his Strength score. If the character would ignore wound penalties (due to frenzy or Resist Pain), he does not gain the bonus Strength.

Firm Stance (Level Two) —With the affirmation of his fellow Garou behind him, the Philodox has no ear for paltry attempts to sway him from his path. His Honor acts as a shield against the subversive words of the Wyrm’s minions and the misguided arguments of less righteous werewolves. A falcon-spirit teaches this Gift.

System: The player spends one Willpower point and rolls the character’s Honor as a dice pool, subtracting a number of successes from a Social roll made against him equal to the successes scored on this roll. This Gift doesn’t work against Garou with higher Honor than the Philodox.

Command the Gathering (Level Two) —The Philodox draws all eyes to herself with a great exclamation, a clap of her hands, the striking of klaive to shield, or some other such gesture. Until she has had her say, none may depart or interrupt her. A lion-spirit teaches this Gift.

System: The player spends one Willpower point and rolls Appearance + Leadership (difficulty equals the highest Willpower among those whose attention she seeks to gain). If the roll succeeds, all in attendance fall quiet and listen. Any individual who wishes to interrupt the Philodox or walk out before she has finished speaking must spend two points of Willpower to do so.

Wisdom of the Ancient Ways (Level Three) — All werewolves have an innate connection to their ancestors, a form of racial unconscious accessible through intense meditation. The Philodox can tap into these deep memories to remember ancient facts and lore. An ancestor-spirit teaches this Gift.

System: The character must meditate for a short time, concentrating on the past. The player then rolls Gnosis (difficulty 9, -1 for each point of Ancestors the Garou possesses). The number of successes determines how detailed and exact the answer he receives will be.

Sense of the Deep (Level Three) —Up until the Fall, Lion’s tribe was convinced it was their duty to Gaia to hunt down Her enemies even beneath the surface of the earth. This Gift aided them in their endeavors to fight Wyrm-things in their own burrows. A werewolf with this Gift is at home in a subterranean environment, almost moreso than above ground.

System: This Gift’s effects are permanent once learned. While underground, the werewolf automatically knows which direction is north, and can instinctively retrace his path to the exit. (However, this direction sense can be tampered with by other supernatural powers, as happened in the Hive where the Fall took palace.) The character can also see in darkness underground without suffering any dice pool penalties or added difficulty; this works much as the Metis Gift: Eyes of the Cat, but only while the Garou is underground.

Maddening Howl (Level Four) —This howl-Gift represents one of the White Howlers’ worst weapons, a terrible ululating wail that bends the minds of those who hear it to the breaking point. Only White Howlers are immune to the howl — even in modern-day settings.

System: The player spends one point of Rage and one point of Gnosis and rolls Charisma + Performance, difficulty 7; all non-White Howlers within earshot may roll Willpower, difficulty 7, to resist. If the player gains more successes than the victim, the victim is driven mad for the duration of the scene. Victims are treated as if they were affected by the “Catatonic Fear,” “Panic,” “Disbelief,” “Berserk,” or “Terror” effects on the Delirium chart (pg. 263). The Storyteller chooses the specific effect, although the Gift’s effects tend to be random rather than governed by the victim’s personality.

Roll Over (Level Four) —The Philodox can call on her power to radiate a commanding presence that compels others to submit to her. Should she succeed in a test of wills, she dominates her foe, which causes humans to fall to their knees and wolves to roll on their backs. Either a lion- or a wolf-spirit teaches this Gift.

System: The player must score at least three successes more than her opponent on a resisted Willpower contest. If the Gift takes effect, the victim can take no action other than submission unless he is in direct danger.

History:

Kevin Hawking has always been ambitious. Born on the wrong side of the tracks in metro Atlanta, Kevin Hawking was the bastard child of a male Black Spiral Dancer and one of their corrupted Kin. Kevin's mother raised him alone, of course. How she managed to do so without losing Kevin to the Dancers is probably due more to the efforts of the Glass Walkers in Atlanta, rather than her parenting skill. In school, Kevin naturally gravitated towards leadership and dominance. Class president. Boy scouts. Football. That is, until his first change.

The young Black Spiral's Kin-Fetch drew the attention of a Hive just south of Chattanooga, and a pack was on its way when he changed at a remote subway station, to the horror of the few people waiting on the train at that late hour. The young Black Spiral was brought back to the Hive and forced to enter the Shattered Labyrinth for the first time in his Rite of Passage. He danced the Black Spiral and successfully fought his way past the First Circle of the Spiral Labyrinth, the Dance of Insight. Dark truth about his soul was revealed to him by the Wyrm, truth, he was told, that had been hidden for the sake of his sanity. To learn more, he would have to dance the spiral further, plunge deeper into the Shattered Labyrinth and overcome each of the eight other circles.

The first syllables he spoke when waking from this horrifying Rite were "Zai zane", and so, according to tradition, among the Black Spirals he was known as Zaizane. The young Black Spiral was educated, brutally, in the ways of the Hive, a lesson he learned well and sought to master. For, deep within his heart, dancing the Black Spiral only made the lust for power grow stronger, his mind corrupted by Mahsstrac's blessing. In accordance with tradition, he took one of the Wyrm's three heads as his personal totem: The Defiler Wyrm.

He was loaned to Pentex as part of the corporation's first strike team, where his talent for leadership earned him notice from the Corporation. He joined the Consultants, a group of Dancers sometimes more loyal to Pentex than their own Hives. He traveled further into the Spiral Labyrinth, past the Fourth Circle. He, and the other Corrupted Fangs took on special projects for Pentex, usually requiring oversight of various Wyrm servants or coordination of defenses against Gaia's defenders. His human identity was changed by the corporation regularly. He was not dedicated to one aspect of Pentex, but was moved around to any subsidiary that needed his special talents.

In Los Angeles, he was a Magadon representative, in charge of special operations and research. The "plague" and the resultant Garou invasion caught the Wyrm's attention, and its minions sought for a way to exploit the defilement left behind by the violence and loss of life. A few years later, they found it. With LA lost to the Garou, Kevin Hawking was reassigned to New York.

And in New York, things began to go downhill. Seeking a way to make their Dancer allies more stable and easier to control, Pentex pressed Kevin unwillingly into a trial of several new drugs and treatments. He slowly lost the ability to change forms and for all intents and purposes, seemed human, much to his horror. Years later, when he finally transformed again, only to find himself inexplicably cleansed of Wyrm taint, Kevin Hawking had to flee the Hive or be set upon by Black Spiral Dancers intent on punishing the "traitor".

Kevin fled, and he sought shelter with local Garou.
 
 
 
 
corrupted_wolf
13 May 2017 @ 03:33 pm
Cormac's personality is loosely based on Prior from the movie Outpost. Adding a few memorable quotes because the movie is a bit hard to find video clips of and Richard Brake's character in Doom is...well, totally different.



Prior: [to Breather] You see this, this 's a Nine-mil hollowtip. This here 'll push your lungs clean through your spine, make an exit wound big enough to jump through. Now, you're gonna talk, and you're gonna talk to me...



DC: Never did care much for the great outdoors.
Prior: Yeah, ain't like we were gonna do *good* things for the rest of our lives. Fuck, we killed most everybody else. I figure it's about time we touched gloves with some Nazis, huh


Prior: [Prior shoots the Breather in the head] Well, that worked.
Jordan: So we can kill them, right?
Prior: His brains are all over the wall. That's good enough for me.
McKay: [the Breather sits up and looks at them] Oh, you're hummin' my balls!


Prior: Killed a man once. Asked for two things. When he was done crying for his momma he begged for his God, and you know what the answer was? A bullet. See, that bright light... it ain't heaven, son. It's just a muzzle flare.
 
 
 
 
corrupted_wolf
"The roots of this city wrap around the great worm and all who live within its stinking bowels glut themselves on Apocalypse nectar!" The shout from the homeless bum came from entirely too close to Kevin's shoulder and the suited Dancer jumped slightly.

Kevin shot an annoyed look at Cormac, who just snickered, as Kevin snarled under his breath, "Yeah, pal, sing it from the Empire State Building, why don't ya? Not like anyone's gonna pay attention to ya."

"I could take him out." Cormac's growling voice betrayed more than a hint of amusement.

Kevin shrugged. "Why bother? From the smell of things, he's halfway there already. Come on, we got a cab to catch."
 
 
 
 
corrupted_wolf
07 May 2017 @ 09:33 pm
This is a profile for Cormac, the Ahroun of Kevin's pack and usually Kevin's right-hand, made a long while back when I was kicking the idea around of playing another Dancer. I eventually scrapped the idea and made him an NPC. So. He's an NPC with a very detailed profile.

Name: Cormac
Breed: Lupus
Auspice: Ahroun
Tribe: Black Spiral Dancer
Hydra: Beast-of-War
Pack Name: Corrupted Fangs
Pack Totem: Bat
Concept: First-Team Sergeant
Rage: 6
Gnosis: 5
Willpower: 5
Rank: 2
Dementia: Sadism - You adore the reactions of others in pain. The suffering of others satisfies Angu, Urge Wyrm of Cruelty.

Info for Morbid Aristocracy:

Species: Werewolf
Fandom: Werewolf: the Apocalypse
Alignment: Evil
PB: Richard Brake

Cut for a lot of unneeded TL,DR )

Cormac is the pack's contact in Pentex's First Teams. He works in the First Team's Rangers division. This group of scouts is responsible for gathering information about enemies, checking out new companies for takeover opportunities, hunting rogue fomori, and guard duty. Among First Teams, the Rangers are the most intelligent and have a reputation for even-temperament. They are the division that Pentex executives prefer dealing with. Cormac's current platoon is one of 3 assigned to the New York City area as guards for Pentex subsidiaries in the city. Sergeant Cormac heads a team of 5 Rangers assigned to the Magadon building in Manhattan.

Cormac grew up a wolf near the Chattanooga, TN Hive. Shortly after his first change, he was captured by Black Spiral Dancers and forced through the Black Spiral. It was there that he met Kevin Hawking, and the two form the original core of the Corrupted Fangs.
 
 
corrupted_wolf
Adrien de Moulins (Adrien Molyneux) | Original Character | Sanguinem | Alignment: Sinner
  1. Character Bio: https://demoulins.dreamwidth.org/671.html
  2. Writing Sample: https://demoulins.dreamwidth.org/4557.html
  3. Rp Sample: http://tenebrae-nostro.livejournal.com/389842.html (Sample is from his old incarnation)
  4. Links to world background can be found at https://demoulins.dreamwidth.org/tag/info:+general
Adrien will be coming into Morbid Aristocracy clean, with none of his previous history from Tenebrae Nostro, Six Word Stories, or the other communities he's been played in.


Gregorio D'Ambrosio | Original Character | Sanguinem | Alignment: Sinner
  1. Character Bio: https://gregorio.dreamwidth.org/1563.html
  2. Writing Sample: http://gregorio.dreamwidth.org/1166.html
  3. Rp Sample: http://tenebrae-nostro.livejournal.com/389842.html (Sample is from Adrien Molyneux's old incarnation. Gregorio is a new character)
  4. Links to world background can be found at http://gregorio.dreamwidth.org/tag/info:+general
Gregorio is a new character and will be coming into Morbid Aristocracy with a clean slate.


Gabriel Bolivar | Canon Character | The Strain (book canon) | Alignment: Sinner
  1. Character Bio: https://bolivar.dreamwidth.org/1260.html
  2. Writing Sample: https://demoulins.dreamwidth.org/4557.html (Bolivar is a new character, sample is from Adrien.)
  3. Rp Sample: http://tenebrae-nostro.livejournal.com/389842.html (Adrien's old character) https://sixwordstories.dreamwidth.org/69862518.html?thread=4340110966#cmt4340110966 (One more recent, for Bolivar)
  4. Links to world background can be found at https://bolivar.dreamwidth.org/505.html http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Strain http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fall_%28del_Toro_and_Hogan_novel%29 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Night_Eternal http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Strain_%28TV_series%29 (The TV series isn't bad but it does put a little more emphasis on Eichorst early on that wasn't on him in the book. Most of the major points are pretty much the same.)
Bolivar is a new character and is coming into Morbid Aristocracy with a clean slate.

No-Prey-Remains (Mike Smith) | Canon, but so much fanon. So much. | Werewolf: The Apocalypse (Rokea) | Alignment: Neutral
  1. Character Bio: http://no-prey-remains.dreamwidth.org/profile
  2. Writing Sample: http://tenebrae-nostro.livejournal.com/422471.html
  3. Rp Sample: http://tenebrae-nostro.livejournal.com/503082.html
  4. Background Info: http://no-prey-remains.dreamwidth.org/profile Most information can be found in links on his profile.
No-Prey-Remains will be retaining most of his previous history, with the exception of characters he used to RP with who are coming in with a clean slate.

David | Canon Character | The Lost Boys | Alignment: Sinner
  1. Character Bio: http://boardwalkking.dreamwidth.org/745.html
  2. Writing Sample: [New character, will be filled in later]
  3. RP Sample: [New character, will be filled in later]
  4. Background info: http://lostboys.wikia.com/wiki/David , http://lostboys.wikia.com/wiki/The_Lost_Boys
David is a new character and will be coming into Morbid Aristocracy with a clean slate, and will be mostly set present day, about twenty-eight years after the events of the movie, but will be available for some limited past RP.

David Everett (Taliesin Rhys Gwillt) | Original Character | Werewolf: The Apocalypse (Bastet) | Alignment: Saint
  1. Character Bio: http://taliesinrhys.dreamwidth.org/5387.html
  2. Writing Sample: http://taliesinrhys.dreamwidth.org/6048.html
  3. Rp Sample: http://tenebrae-nostro.livejournal.com/512513.html
  4. Background Info: http://taliesinrhys.dreamwidth.org/tag/character+info
I am keeping his previous CR intact as much as possible...with a twist. He's changed identities, as Ceilican do at least once a year, and as David Everett, he won't know anyone.

Kevin Hawking | Original Character | Werewolf: The Apocalypse (Black Spiral Dancer) | Alignment: Sinner
  1. Character Bio: http://corrupted-wolf.dreamwidth.org/profile
  2. Writing Sample: http://corrupted-wolf.dreamwidth.org/6835.html
  3. RP Sample: http://morbidaristocracy.dreamwidth.org/15487.html
  4. Background Info: http://corrupted-wolf.dreamwidth.org/tag/%5Binformation%5D
Kevin is coming into MA with most of his CR intact.

Danilo D'Ambrosio | Original Character | Sanguinem | Alignment: Sinner
  1. Character Bio: http://danilo.dreamwidth.org/1391.html
  2. Writing Sample: New Character, using one of the previous samples
  3. RP Sample: New character, using one of the previous samples
  4. Background Info: http://danilo.dreamwidth.org/tag/info:general
Danilo is a new character and is only bringing in his CR with Gregorio and Adrien.

The Doctor | Canon Character | Doctor Who | Alignment: Saint
  1. Character Bio: http://agooddalek.dreamwidth.org/782.html
  2. Writing Sample: Using one of the previous samples
  3. RP Sample: Using one of the previous samples
  4. Background Info: http://agooddalek.dreamwidth.org/782.html, http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Time_Lord, http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Ninth_Doctor, http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Gallifreyan_physiology
The Doctor is a new character and has no previous CR to bring with him.
 
 
 
 
corrupted_wolf
25 June 2015 @ 08:22 pm
I haven't been very consistent lately in responding or even being online to work on code, and I'm sorry about that. I just finished up a 60 hour work week. It wasn't supposed to be 60 hours. I'm just thankful it wasn't longer than that.

I'm in the middle of job hunting. Keeping my fingers crossed that the people that asked me back to get more detailed information from me will call me back for an interview. It's better hours and pay that nearly matches my overtime rate right now. More work, but I am willing to handle that, especially since it's eight hour shifts.

These 12+ hour shifts at all times of the day are for the fucking birds, man.

So. I'm trying. I'm sorry to people I'm flaking out on. Will be back to normal soon, hopefully.
 
 
 
 
 
corrupted_wolf
28 September 2012 @ 07:02 pm
Great. Like I needed a headache.
 
 
corrupted_wolf
26 April 2011 @ 10:30 pm
I could hang that bear by its balls. Surviving indefinitely, not a problem.

How long could you survive after punching a bear in the balls?
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corrupted_wolf
26 April 2011 @ 10:54 am
Yeah, so I stole this idea from Anika, cuz I liked that "drabble" she wrote. Pick the top three and I'll write a drabble with me and you. Spread the meme plague. You get the drift.

1. Bad-luck!Kevin
2. Hothead!Kevin
3. Enamored!Kevin
4. Adventurous!Kevin
5. Doped-up!Kevin
6. Angry!Kevin
7. Naive!Kevin
8. Happy!Kevin
9. Lying-to-impress!Kevin
10. Insecure!Kevin
11. Bragging!Kevin
12. Sexy!Kevin
13. Injured/In-danger!Kevin
14. Naked!Kevin
15. Flirty!Kevin
16. Sleepy!Kevin
17. Scared!Kevin
18. Party/Dancing!Kevin
19. Troubled!Kevin
20. Excited!Kevin
21. Hard-working!Kevin
22. Drunk!Kevin
23. Embarrassing!Kevin
24. Sheepish!Kevin
 
 
 
corrupted_wolf
23 September 2010 @ 03:45 pm
Just so we're crystal-fucking-clear, I don't like kids. Not mine, not the Hive's, not the fucking secretary's. Nobody's.

So, with that firmly in your mind, you know, of course, what my favorite fucking time of the year is. Nope, I actually do like the company's annual Christmas party. That's when I get to dress up like Santa Claus, slip a couple bottles of Goblin Ale to the bartender, and cop feels on the hot secretaries in the name of old St. Nick. That night is mercifully child-free. No, the devil spawn lie in wait till a Saturday in September that I like to call Judgment Day. Also known as the fucking company picnic.

Now, by the time September rolls around, I've already got a good idea of whose kids are coming. All year, I've seen these assholes with their cute little pictures lining their cubicles, of little Johnny with the family dog or little Suzie in her diaper with a face-full of cake. All year, I've done my best to ignore the proud momma or papa, boasting about some formless pink lump in a reeking diaper like it's the next child Einstein. But all year, it's been in the back of my mind. I gotta show up to this fucking picnic. No choice. So, on this lovely, clear, calm September day, in a park so beautiful and clean even Garou dung would sparkle, I get to spend the day entertaining the whining brats. Yeah. Because it's never the people that like kids that are popular with the little maggots. It's always the one person that tells them to get lost. And God forbid I say anything. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? No, folks. Hell hath no fury like a parent whose kid's been scorned. The woman will yell and call me a prick. The parents are out for blood.

So, you know what my mood was on that nice, warm September day. Birds chirping. There was that fresh-cut grass smell everywhere. Wind blowing through the trees and over the lake. Waves lapping gently at the shore. This park looked like something off a magazine cover. Actually, I think it might have been on a couple magazine covers. And as I'm walking across the grass, I'm hoping the local tree-huggers, the clawed-and-fanged and the nutjob varieties, don't have a fucking Wyrm-detector on this park or something. You know? That would just make my fucking day. I could just imagine it. You! Satan spawn! Come out of the park with your cellphone above your head! Not sure whether I'd prefer a pack of angry hippies or what was actually waiting on me.

I was there. The grill, the only child-free safe haven in this nightmare, was in sight. I could practically feel that blessed heat. Because, you know, the moms that hang out around the grill? They're the ones that send little Suzie and Johnny to go tease the dog or put tape on the cat's feet or do anything but stand underfoot. I love the grill moms. But, guess who was waiting to ambush me before I could reach my safe haven. "Hey! Kevin! You made it! Let me introduce my wife, Patricia, and our daughter, Stephanie. Stephanie, say hi, sweetie." Yeah. You guessed it. Mr. Friendly, the new hire. The guy too new to realize I hate these things. The guy so shiny new, the office gossip hasn't had time to sink through the new-hire propaganda. The guy too stupid to remember the other twenty times I've had to correct him when he calls me "Kevin".

Hey, what the heck, I was feeling charitable. Buzz from the pre-breakfast fuck hadn't quite worn off, yet. "Right. Steve. It's Director Hawking. Might want to make a memo of that. If you'll excuse me, I see the grill is already set up for me." I made to brush past Steve while he was still doing that slow, confused blink, trying to figure out whether I was insulting him somehow. 

Of course, he didn't let me. Dumb fuck smiled that bright, helpful smile that meant I was gonna hate what was about to come out of his cherubic, rosy-cheeked baby face. "Oh, don't worry about it. Ryan's already called the grill. Hey, you're going to be busy today, anyway, right? What, with the games and all..."

Correction. That just killed my buzz and what was left of my good mood. "Excuse me? Ryan My-Wife-Owns-My-Soul Adams? The guy who can't take a shit without asking his wife's permission? That Ryan? Who thought this was a good idea and why wasn't I informed? And what are you talking about, games?"

"Ooo, you said shit! Daddy, Kevin's got a potty mouth." Leave it to the kid to make it a big deal. She couldn't pay attention for two seconds while her father introduced her, but her goldfish-sized attention span miraculously picks up on the one curse I just couldn't hold back. Just great.

The look on my face must have been enough. Steve-o had the good-fucking-idea not to let me talk. Probably his first smart move all day. "Pat, honey, why don't you take Stephanie to get a popsicle. I put a few in our cooler." As soon as the little snot-nosed angel was out of earshot, he says, "Kevin, I really think..."

"Uh uh. The grill and the games. What the fuck?" I grabbed for my pack of cigarettes like it was a lifeline. A carcinogenic lifeline. One that earned me more than a few glares from the tree-hugging parents. Another reason I hate these things. Who cares that the smog is going to do you in long before the second-hand smoke will, Al Gore says that cigarettes are bad for you, so it must be true! Give me a fucking break.

"Well, the employees thought it would be fun for the kids if we organized a few games, maybe had management give out the prizes, and you're the only manager here, so we kinda hoped you'd do it. And Kevin, about Stephanie..."

"Look, Steve, couple things your co-workers have neglected to inform you of. One: I. Don't. Like. Kids. Little Mike Hancock over there smearing ice cream all over everything his little pudgy fingers can reach? That's not cute. That's a health and safety disaster, but luckily the grill moms are there to keep him out of the food. Your little angel, Stephanie? Just put a nice healthy dose of snot in the plate of chicken. No one wants to eat that shit, it's disgusting. I put up with the brats from a distance, once a year. Two: This little plan wasn't approved by management, or else I'd have gotten a memo and my secretary would have been extra sure to laugh at me yesterday. You want these games? Get Ryan Adams and his Medusa out from in front of my grill and have him give out your stupid prizes. That's why I pay him to be my assistant."  As he was walking away, I added, "Oh, and Steve? Call me Kevin one more time and I'll make sure there's no reason for you to call me boss."

Did I mention, I really hate kids? Really. I do.

 
 
 
 
corrupted_wolf
23 September 2010 @ 03:36 pm
((Dunno what I'm gonna do with it yet. I'm sure I'll think of something.))

Officially, the crumbling blocks between Broad Street and 6th Avenue are one of the worst slums in Los Angeles. Walking the streets here, a visitor could forget that all this crime, depravity, and misery lies in the heart of the largest city in the United States. It doesn't look like a clean little corner of Hollywood. It looks like a third world country. Trash and sewage line the streets. The area's only police station was closed years ago, due to budget cuts. It's now a makeshift shelter for the addicts and the homeless. Over on 4th Avenue, a fire hydrant spews water into the street. The city has long since warned all its employees to steer clear of the neighborhood.

But, the official story is not always the correct one. Among the Black Spiral Dancers, the place is known as the Sunset Hive, and it's been growing as long as the film industry in the city. The gangs that roam the streets are Black Spirals and their twisted kin. Sure, the drugs they sell are cheap and give a quick high, but the results of those highs are never pretty. The lucky ones accidentally kill themselves. Over on 5th Avenue, where the smell of sewage, trash, and worse things is nearly unbearable, grim residents guard the entrances to a row of dilapidated tenements. Even in the middle of the day, a faint green glow can be seen through the rows of dirty glass windows. Below, in the building's bomb shelter, a tunnel leads down into the heart of the Hive, far below the earth. The entire area reeks of despair and decay, and that's the way the Black Spirals like it.

A Garou unfortunate enough to stumble upon the Sunset Hive in the Penumbra, the Umbral reflection of the physical world, would see a nuclear wasteland crawling with Wyrm creatures, and in the center, in the heart of the corruption, the Hive's totem spirit, a Whippoorwill, keeps watch over the entire area. I've been there plenty of times, and not just for Rites. The corruption is visible in the Umbra. It's tangible. Pools of glowing green sludge attract Banes that wallow in the filth. All that smog that hangs over Los Angeles? I've seen it in the Umbra. I've seen the Wyrm spirits that draw strength from it. And I've helped strengthen them. Year after year, the Hive takes the fight to the spirit world, and slowly, we're gaining strength. In the Umbra, five years ago, a Garou might pass by Broad Street without a word. Now, he'd be lucky to pass by at all. If the Banes didn't get him, the fucking radioactive Hell would.

Home, sweet home, right?
 
 
 
 
corrupted_wolf
07 September 2010 @ 09:22 pm
*laying on the ground, injured, gasping for breath* It was...supposed to be a punishment. Thrown into the Labyrinth before I was ready. Torn apart by the spirits. I won. *breathless laugh* They couldn't believe it. So here I am.
 
 
 
 
corrupted_wolf
06 September 2010 @ 01:00 pm
"I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it." - Groucho Marx

Nine o'clock on a Friday night. You know where I'd like to be? Hell, I can think of several places. That cute blond was supposed to be on tonight down at the Playground. You know, if I could still walk straight, after that keg the guys brought back to the Hive. No, I'm not talking about the alcohol content, either. Someof the Hive women...well, I won't go there. Especially since I  wasn't at the Hive. Nope. I was still in the fucking monkey suit, sitting behind a conference table, pretending to be interested in some big wig Pentex suit droning on and on. Don't get me wrong, I cared about what he was talking about. Hell, we were talking about taking out the fucking Garou in the city. I can get into that. But I was really starting to think this guy never was human. Bet he looked forward to this all week.
 
 
 
 
corrupted_wolf
28 August 2010 @ 04:45 pm
Put here for reference. May or may not happen.

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corrupted_wolf
28 August 2010 @ 04:45 pm
Put here for reference. May or may not happen.

Cut for OMG TL;DR )
 
 
corrupted_wolf
26 August 2010 @ 05:25 pm
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