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▸PLAYER
Name: Raven
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Age: 18+
Other Characters Played: Jack Harkness
▸CHARACTER
Name: Anita Blake
Journal: oneofthemonsters
Canon: Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter
Age: 27
Canon Point: Post 'The Harlequin'
Background Information: Here
Personality:
Anita is Angry, with a capital 'A.' Anger, rage, wrath, is one of the emotions Anita holds closest to her, clings the tightest to, because it is how she copes with things in her life, how she handles problems, issues, changes in her life, and anything else that scares her. Her anger is so much a part of her that, when Anita is joined to Jean-Claude as his human servant, as part of his triumvirate with Richard, that anger bleeds over onto both of them despite Jean-Claude's best effort to control it. She's well aware of how much her anger is part of her and embraces it at times, to the point of telling the leader of the Church of Eternal Life that "Wrath, Malcolm, it's wrath," is her sin, and that "I'm always angry."
Anita is practical to the point of ruthlessness. In fact, what Jean-Claude gains from Anita as her vampire 'master' is that practically and ruthlessness. A vampire executioner, federal marshal, and a fighter at her core, Anita has a 'cold place' that she goes into when it comes to fight or flight, where emotion is pushed out and she focuses on what can be done and what needs to be done to come out alive, and to come out on top. In this space, Anita can and has done things that frighten and terrify others, including people she cares about and who care about her. She can and has tortured people to save others, fed on the metaphysical energy of others to save herself and people she cares about. One of the titles she holds with the werewolves is 'Bolverk,' which means literally 'evildoer,' and is a position that does whatever is necessary to protect the pack.
Anita does not do casual sex, despite what rumors may say, and what one might think when looking at her life. As a girl and young woman, Anita always wanted that 'American dream' to be a part of her life; she wanted to find a man she loved, settle down with him, marry, maybe have children. She even thought she'd found that once, in Richard. The reality she's come to find is nothing like that, given the sex and lust driven power she gained as Jean-Claude's human servant; instead of a man she loves, she has several men she loves, and then she has a retinue of 'lovers,' men (and sometimes women) who act as 'food' for the ardeur. This is not something she welcomed into her life, and it was something she fought hard against for a long time; even when she finally did come to accept it, she was and is picky when it comes to who she takes as a lover or as 'food,' and who she takes into her bed.
Anita is direct and to the point. She's not the type to beat around the bush, preferring to get what she wants or needs through a straight approach. She also tends not to waste time or actions or words if she doesn't have to. Often times, that direct approach is conversational, coming out and asking questions others might not, sometimes bluntly. In a fight, this usually translates through blunt force and straight forward threats without bluffing. Generally she only draws a weapon if she intends to use it, so once she has, she's serious, even if the weapon is pointed at a friend or loved one.
Anita questions herself. Often. The last several years of her life have seen a drastic change from the person she once was- a person who blindly believed vampires and things like them to be 'monsters'- to who she is today, someone who others might and do call 'monster' themselves. Many of the things she does, such as the sex she has, the people she hurts, the people she kills, push at her beliefs, causing her to wonder on an almost regular basis about the type of person she is, and whether she's a 'good' person. This is not helped by the fact that even people she cares about and who care about her- such as her one time best friend Ronnie, and her lover Richard- consider what she does to be unequivocally wrong. However, at times she is able to come to peace with herself, even if temporarily. Sometimes this is because of the fact that her cross still glows with belief, proving to her that God has not abandoned her. Sometimes this comes because of the faith others, like Nathaniel, have in her.
Anita loves deeply, and her love is not an easy thing to break. This can be seen especially in her relationship with Richard; from a promising start that led Anita to believe he might one day be the one, the one she would settle down and spend the rest of her life with, their relationship has been a troubled thing for years now, fraught with love and anger and tears and hate and hurt. Yet even when he hurts her the deepest, she still loves him and always will. Or she thought she would. It took years of pain and anguish, years of back and forth, years of hurting each other over and over and over again, and it took Richard finally admitting that he considered Anita to be evil to finally break her love for him. This is how deeply Anita loves and cares for the people she loves.
Anita is a good person. Or she tries to be at least, she tries her best to do what is right and to protect people. It's why she became a vampire executioner, why she began to work with the local police to solve vampire cases, and it's why she's gotten to where she is in her life. Protecting people once meant protecting humans from the monsters that threatened them, even if those monsters were legally considered people. Over the years, as she became closer to those 'monsters' and got to know more and more about them, she began to realize that they weren't necessarily monsters after all, not just because of what they were at least. She learned to see the 'monsters' as people, and learned that even humans can be monsters, and her protection of people expanded to include both humans and 'monsters.'
Anita is a natural skeptic. She doesn't trust easily, and she doesn't accept hardly anything at 'face value.' She is suspicious, both as part of her nature and due to her work with the police and as a federal marshal, and will look for ulterior motives or lies where she can. That said, once someone earns her trust, it is a deep trust. One good example is Edward, someone who originally was an associate she met during a vampire hunt and who has become quite possibly the person Anita trusts more than anyone else, despite the fact that there was a time when she was certain he wanted to eventually test his skills against her in the ultimate fight between hunters, 'killers.'
Appearance: Here, here, and here.
Abilities:
▸SAMPLES:
First Person:
[There's no video to this post, only the sound of a crisp, business-like voice speaking; she's never been one for the camera, although she's grown a little more used to it since her position as 'girlfriend of the Master of St Louis' has put her in front of one more often than she would have liked. For now, though, if there's not a need, an audio broadcast suits her purposes.]
I'm Federal Marshal Anita Blake; I understand people have been appearing and disappearing here, people from different places, and times. Before I woke up here- in that castle- I was with two men. Their names are Micah Callahan and Nathaniel Graison. If anyone's seen them, or has any information about them, I would appreciate it if you'd let me know. Thank you.
[She hesitated, for a brief moment, and then the line goes dead. She doesn't have much hope of finding them, not when she's already tried reaching out to Nathaniel through the link that should have connected her to her leopard-to-call, but- she had to try. Now she would wait, and keeping looking.]
Third Person:
Anita's beasts lived inside of her; well, 'lived' as much as metaphysical animals with no form of their own could live. 'Inside of her' not in a physical sense, but in the sense that they had no physical form, only a- spiritual? Mental? Metaphysical form. The only way for her beasts to take physical form would be through Anita, through her own body, and that was something she couldn't do. The term 'pan-were' had been used by some to describe what she was, although it wasn't entirely accurate. She was a carrier of lycanthropy- several different strains, actually. Before her newest scar, she'd carried four; wolf, leopard, lion, and one unidentified strain. Now, since she'd been cut up by a were-tiger trying to kill her, she also carried tiger. She wasn't actually capable of changing, though; her beasts were trapped inside her all-too-human body, and could only cut her up- literally- from the inside out.
At home, Anita could pass her beasts to other lycanthropes. She could 'share' her wolf, her leopard, her lion, with other wolves, leopards, and lions, whenever her beasts tried to rise. Her tiger too, she supposed; she hadn't had to test that particular one yet. But here? She didn't know what she would do. Anita was alone here, in this post-apocalyptic reality, with no one to share her beasts with.
She tried not to think about it. She tried very hard not to think about it. There were other concerns here- like how she'd come to be here, why she was alone, the fact that she couldn't feel Jean-Claude, or Damian, or Nathaniel, or even Richard. How she was going to handle the ardeur. Let her ask you something, though. Have you ever tried, really hard, not to think about something? Have you ever tried and actually succeeded? Because Anita hadn't. Which would explain why, now, she could feel the rumble of her beasts.
Wolf. She could smell wolf. She didn't know why, didn't know where it was coming from, but the scent of wolf was enough. Somewhere at the end of that long tunnel where her beasts lived, Anita felt her rise- her wolf. Her head, great and furred, white and cream with black marks, shook and her snout raised high. She could smell it, just as Anita could, and it was enough for her. Anita tensed, because then her wolf was moving, running up that long corridor, and there was nothing she could do. No leopard or lion or tiger to distract from the wolf. She would hit her body, try to change, and her claws would tear Anita apart, and there was nothing to stop her. Anita tensed, and the wolf moved faster, faster still, and then-
Then she hit Anita's body, not like it was a wall, or a barrier, but like she wasn't even there, save for the shock that ripped through her as the wolf passed through her. There was a cry that she realized distantly came from her own lips, because there'd been pain as the wolf hit her body- nothing like the agony of being ripped apart from the inside out, but pain- and then there was a growl, the clatter of paws and claws on the ground, and for the first time, Anita could see her.
No, that was a lie. She'd seen her before, in dreams. She'd felt her fur beneath her fingers there, when Marmee Noir had threatened her and her wolf had come to her, to fight the mother of all vampires back. But this- this wasn't a dream. This was reality, and her wolf was real, and standing before her.
The wolf shook her head again, and as she raised it once more to the fresh air, she howled. Moments later, she was running again- away from Anita, away from her cage- and following that scent of wolf. Anita stared after her, and she thought-
Belief. She'd been told that believing something could make it real, here. Her wolf was real, she knew she was, because she'd felt her before, felt her claws try to slice through her to escape, to take physical form. Anita believed in her wolf- and she'd become real. Suddenly, Anita believed everything the hedonists, and the others, had told her.
▸PLAYER
Name: Raven
Means of Contact:
Age: 18+
Other Characters Played: Jack Harkness
▸CHARACTER
Name: Anita Blake
Journal: oneofthemonsters
Canon: Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter
Age: 27
Canon Point: Post 'The Harlequin'
Background Information: Here
Personality:
Anita is Angry, with a capital 'A.' Anger, rage, wrath, is one of the emotions Anita holds closest to her, clings the tightest to, because it is how she copes with things in her life, how she handles problems, issues, changes in her life, and anything else that scares her. Her anger is so much a part of her that, when Anita is joined to Jean-Claude as his human servant, as part of his triumvirate with Richard, that anger bleeds over onto both of them despite Jean-Claude's best effort to control it. She's well aware of how much her anger is part of her and embraces it at times, to the point of telling the leader of the Church of Eternal Life that "Wrath, Malcolm, it's wrath," is her sin, and that "I'm always angry."
Anita is practical to the point of ruthlessness. In fact, what Jean-Claude gains from Anita as her vampire 'master' is that practically and ruthlessness. A vampire executioner, federal marshal, and a fighter at her core, Anita has a 'cold place' that she goes into when it comes to fight or flight, where emotion is pushed out and she focuses on what can be done and what needs to be done to come out alive, and to come out on top. In this space, Anita can and has done things that frighten and terrify others, including people she cares about and who care about her. She can and has tortured people to save others, fed on the metaphysical energy of others to save herself and people she cares about. One of the titles she holds with the werewolves is 'Bolverk,' which means literally 'evildoer,' and is a position that does whatever is necessary to protect the pack.
Anita does not do casual sex, despite what rumors may say, and what one might think when looking at her life. As a girl and young woman, Anita always wanted that 'American dream' to be a part of her life; she wanted to find a man she loved, settle down with him, marry, maybe have children. She even thought she'd found that once, in Richard. The reality she's come to find is nothing like that, given the sex and lust driven power she gained as Jean-Claude's human servant; instead of a man she loves, she has several men she loves, and then she has a retinue of 'lovers,' men (and sometimes women) who act as 'food' for the ardeur. This is not something she welcomed into her life, and it was something she fought hard against for a long time; even when she finally did come to accept it, she was and is picky when it comes to who she takes as a lover or as 'food,' and who she takes into her bed.
Anita is direct and to the point. She's not the type to beat around the bush, preferring to get what she wants or needs through a straight approach. She also tends not to waste time or actions or words if she doesn't have to. Often times, that direct approach is conversational, coming out and asking questions others might not, sometimes bluntly. In a fight, this usually translates through blunt force and straight forward threats without bluffing. Generally she only draws a weapon if she intends to use it, so once she has, she's serious, even if the weapon is pointed at a friend or loved one.
Anita questions herself. Often. The last several years of her life have seen a drastic change from the person she once was- a person who blindly believed vampires and things like them to be 'monsters'- to who she is today, someone who others might and do call 'monster' themselves. Many of the things she does, such as the sex she has, the people she hurts, the people she kills, push at her beliefs, causing her to wonder on an almost regular basis about the type of person she is, and whether she's a 'good' person. This is not helped by the fact that even people she cares about and who care about her- such as her one time best friend Ronnie, and her lover Richard- consider what she does to be unequivocally wrong. However, at times she is able to come to peace with herself, even if temporarily. Sometimes this is because of the fact that her cross still glows with belief, proving to her that God has not abandoned her. Sometimes this comes because of the faith others, like Nathaniel, have in her.
Anita loves deeply, and her love is not an easy thing to break. This can be seen especially in her relationship with Richard; from a promising start that led Anita to believe he might one day be the one, the one she would settle down and spend the rest of her life with, their relationship has been a troubled thing for years now, fraught with love and anger and tears and hate and hurt. Yet even when he hurts her the deepest, she still loves him and always will. Or she thought she would. It took years of pain and anguish, years of back and forth, years of hurting each other over and over and over again, and it took Richard finally admitting that he considered Anita to be evil to finally break her love for him. This is how deeply Anita loves and cares for the people she loves.
Anita is a good person. Or she tries to be at least, she tries her best to do what is right and to protect people. It's why she became a vampire executioner, why she began to work with the local police to solve vampire cases, and it's why she's gotten to where she is in her life. Protecting people once meant protecting humans from the monsters that threatened them, even if those monsters were legally considered people. Over the years, as she became closer to those 'monsters' and got to know more and more about them, she began to realize that they weren't necessarily monsters after all, not just because of what they were at least. She learned to see the 'monsters' as people, and learned that even humans can be monsters, and her protection of people expanded to include both humans and 'monsters.'
Anita is a natural skeptic. She doesn't trust easily, and she doesn't accept hardly anything at 'face value.' She is suspicious, both as part of her nature and due to her work with the police and as a federal marshal, and will look for ulterior motives or lies where she can. That said, once someone earns her trust, it is a deep trust. One good example is Edward, someone who originally was an associate she met during a vampire hunt and who has become quite possibly the person Anita trusts more than anyone else, despite the fact that there was a time when she was certain he wanted to eventually test his skills against her in the ultimate fight between hunters, 'killers.'
Appearance: Here, here, and here.
Abilities:
- Anita is a necromancer, and can exert control over all kinds of the (un)dead. This is first shown through her ability to raise corpses as zombies, but over the years had come to include willing and unwilling control over even advanced undead creatures as vampires. It is through her ability as a necromancer that Anita even has a vampire servant, Damian, who is metaphysically tied to her and who supports her. As a necromancer, the dead are also attracted to her.
- Anita has the ability to call up the 'munin,' or the spirits of werewolves, and can channel their memories, personalities, and abilities they may have had in life. One munin in particular, Raina, has a strong tie to her, and Anita is able to call upon Raina's healing ability. This does come with a price, however, as Raina is a stronger munin and will try to possess or control Anita if she can.
- Anita is a human servant to Jean-Claude, and this provides her with several benefits, including but not limited to being stronger and faster than the average human, being harder to hurt than the average human, having an increased rate of healing, and being immune to some vampire abilities. She is able to communicate with Jean-Claude, her 'master' through this bond, share dreams, memories, and sometimes abilities.
- Anita developed a power called the ardeur; originally a vampire power based in lust and sex, she gained this power from Jean-Claude by accident. It has many downsides, the biggest being that she has to have sex on a regular basis so she can 'feed' the ardeur, but it also has a great many benefits and uses, loathe as she is to admit it. The ardeur can feed on the metaphysical energy of others, including many kinds of supernatural beings, and empower Anita and those metaphysically connected to her. The ardeur can cause addiction, lust, and love in others, as well as in Anita herself, and can be used to brainwash others into servitude. The ardeur has the ability to see a person's greatest desire, and if it is possible, can make that desire come true; for example, when Anita meets Micah, the ardeur turns Micah into the perfect companion for Anita, and turns Anita into the protection for Micah's people that he wanted.
- Anita is the carrier for several different strands of lycanthropy, including wolf, leopard, lion, and tiger, but she does not actually shapeshift into any of these forms. She has a 'beast' for each strain that lives metaphysically within her, but due to carrying different strands, the beasts literally tear her apart from the inside out when they try to make her shapeshift. In canon, she gets around this by 'sharing' her beast with a compatible lycanthrope, and they shapeshift in her place. In game, the beasts will temporarily manifest in the flesh through the power of 'belief,' and will operate as independent units until they fade back into Anita once more.
- Anita has the ability to mimic, borrow, or 'steal' vampiric abilities that are used against her or through her. This may be one reason why she has the ardeur. These abilities are sometimes only temporary abilities, but sometimes, such as the ardeur, they become a permanent part of her powers.
- Anita has the ability to take an 'animal to call' for her different strains of lycanthropy. Normally a vampiric ability, this means to take a specific lycanthrope (such as Nathaniel, who is her leopard-to-call) and bind them to her metaphysically to gain power from them. This is also how Anita formed a triumvirate of power, with herself at the center, with Nathaniel and her vampire servant Damian.
▸SAMPLES:
First Person:
[There's no video to this post, only the sound of a crisp, business-like voice speaking; she's never been one for the camera, although she's grown a little more used to it since her position as 'girlfriend of the Master of St Louis' has put her in front of one more often than she would have liked. For now, though, if there's not a need, an audio broadcast suits her purposes.]
I'm Federal Marshal Anita Blake; I understand people have been appearing and disappearing here, people from different places, and times. Before I woke up here- in that castle- I was with two men. Their names are Micah Callahan and Nathaniel Graison. If anyone's seen them, or has any information about them, I would appreciate it if you'd let me know. Thank you.
[She hesitated, for a brief moment, and then the line goes dead. She doesn't have much hope of finding them, not when she's already tried reaching out to Nathaniel through the link that should have connected her to her leopard-to-call, but- she had to try. Now she would wait, and keeping looking.]
Third Person:
Anita's beasts lived inside of her; well, 'lived' as much as metaphysical animals with no form of their own could live. 'Inside of her' not in a physical sense, but in the sense that they had no physical form, only a- spiritual? Mental? Metaphysical form. The only way for her beasts to take physical form would be through Anita, through her own body, and that was something she couldn't do. The term 'pan-were' had been used by some to describe what she was, although it wasn't entirely accurate. She was a carrier of lycanthropy- several different strains, actually. Before her newest scar, she'd carried four; wolf, leopard, lion, and one unidentified strain. Now, since she'd been cut up by a were-tiger trying to kill her, she also carried tiger. She wasn't actually capable of changing, though; her beasts were trapped inside her all-too-human body, and could only cut her up- literally- from the inside out.
At home, Anita could pass her beasts to other lycanthropes. She could 'share' her wolf, her leopard, her lion, with other wolves, leopards, and lions, whenever her beasts tried to rise. Her tiger too, she supposed; she hadn't had to test that particular one yet. But here? She didn't know what she would do. Anita was alone here, in this post-apocalyptic reality, with no one to share her beasts with.
She tried not to think about it. She tried very hard not to think about it. There were other concerns here- like how she'd come to be here, why she was alone, the fact that she couldn't feel Jean-Claude, or Damian, or Nathaniel, or even Richard. How she was going to handle the ardeur. Let her ask you something, though. Have you ever tried, really hard, not to think about something? Have you ever tried and actually succeeded? Because Anita hadn't. Which would explain why, now, she could feel the rumble of her beasts.
Wolf. She could smell wolf. She didn't know why, didn't know where it was coming from, but the scent of wolf was enough. Somewhere at the end of that long tunnel where her beasts lived, Anita felt her rise- her wolf. Her head, great and furred, white and cream with black marks, shook and her snout raised high. She could smell it, just as Anita could, and it was enough for her. Anita tensed, because then her wolf was moving, running up that long corridor, and there was nothing she could do. No leopard or lion or tiger to distract from the wolf. She would hit her body, try to change, and her claws would tear Anita apart, and there was nothing to stop her. Anita tensed, and the wolf moved faster, faster still, and then-
Then she hit Anita's body, not like it was a wall, or a barrier, but like she wasn't even there, save for the shock that ripped through her as the wolf passed through her. There was a cry that she realized distantly came from her own lips, because there'd been pain as the wolf hit her body- nothing like the agony of being ripped apart from the inside out, but pain- and then there was a growl, the clatter of paws and claws on the ground, and for the first time, Anita could see her.
No, that was a lie. She'd seen her before, in dreams. She'd felt her fur beneath her fingers there, when Marmee Noir had threatened her and her wolf had come to her, to fight the mother of all vampires back. But this- this wasn't a dream. This was reality, and her wolf was real, and standing before her.
The wolf shook her head again, and as she raised it once more to the fresh air, she howled. Moments later, she was running again- away from Anita, away from her cage- and following that scent of wolf. Anita stared after her, and she thought-
Belief. She'd been told that believing something could make it real, here. Her wolf was real, she knew she was, because she'd felt her before, felt her claws try to slice through her to escape, to take physical form. Anita believed in her wolf- and she'd become real. Suddenly, Anita believed everything the hedonists, and the others, had told her.
