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"I thought that feeling was the calm before the storm. I was wrong, it was a disturbance in the Force." -Sam Axe; Burn Notice
Blood Tide is recruiting on a limited basis at this time. Please ask to perform an attack on me or steal from me if I am online. If I’m on I’m normally doing searches, it just gives me a chance to stop them so you can get an attack in without me ending up in a random encounter. I’ll be sure to extend the same courtesy. Uniti nel sangue, la famiglia per eternitá 'United in blood, family for eternity.' Rest in Peace Jack Horton, you will be missed about the Realm. [Character death: July 14 2010] |
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Blue Orchid's Biography |
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May 3, 1875
Born Katria Caspani to parents who weren’t well off, the young girl was thrust into the life of poverty and danger from an early age. For eight years she would help her family doing what she could on their small farm in Transylvania. While the turn outs were poor and their income were rather lacking, her parents did their best to provide for her and for themselves. When Katria’s mother discovered she was pregnant for a second time worry grew about the future of the family and about what would happen with their failing farm. July 4, 1888 Katria and her family moved to London shortly after her little brother Alaned was born and would live there for five years. Her father was quick to find work for both her and himself in one of the many factories. However a month passed things became rather dire in the area they were relocated to. On August 7th fear struck the hearts of men and women alike as the murder in Whitechapel was made known to the public. The murderer who would become known as Jack the Ripper had made his mark known upon the world. Though still considered a child, Katria could understand the fear and while their home was within Whitechapel she was sure that nothing could harm her or her family. Spring Heel Jack as he would come to be known in some papers as he murdered woman after woman, further cementing panic in the hearts of Londoners was the main reason for the Caspani family moving back to Transylvania where they felt that if nothing else they would at least be safe. For them money was of no concern now as compared to the safety of their children. November 8, 1888 It would be two days before the Ripper would soon fade into history as a murderer who would never be caught. Then it was strange to admit that Scotland Yard had never been able to find who had committed such atrocities. And while her family had moved back into their farm in Transylvania which had been cared for by their neighbors their sense of safety would soon be shattered. Rumor had settled into the land about a strange creature that lived within the Carpathian Mountains that stretched into parts of Romania. Most didn’t believe the stories as they had all heard over and over again about Dracula and how he snuck out into the night to feed on those who happened to fall into his snare. Sadly for those who didn’t believe they paid the highest price that could be paid for their naivety.. Their lives. As a blanket of snow fell upon the small town that Katria now lived in, a stranger made his way through the dimming light of the day to warn the people that something was indeed coming. Most people cursed the man as he tried to reason with them, and despite her attempts Katria was unable to hear his name as her parents covered her ears so she couldn’t hear what the others were saying. Though the man with the large brimmed hat wasn’t welcomed warmly by the others, her parents knew all too well the horrors the world could hold for them and offered the man lodging for the night. For Katria it would turn out to be one of the best things that had happened to her, despite the fact the man scared her greatly. November 9, 1888 early morning Noise broke through the small farm house, the sounds of snarls and shrieks filled the tiny rooms sending chills down the small child’s spine. Sitting upright in bed she shook the sleep from her eyes and looked around terrified that perhaps the monsters the man had spoken of were there within her very home. The only place she ever felt safe. Her door opened as the man with the funny hat came in and stood beside her window. He looked down upon her with sad eyes before motioning for her to hide under the bed. Doing as she was told, she grabbed the small bear she kept for comfort at night, and hid under the wooden frame and straw mattress. A scuffle ensued and though she was hidden she saw what the man fought and how he killed them, hearing no sound of her mother or father much less the cries of her brother she began to grow curious. When all was said and done, she ran from room to room looking for her family but the strange man stopped her. Kneeling down to her height he removed his hat and looked at her with kind eyes. After a long time of explanations he was able to convince her that her family was gone, that he was too late in being able to save them and that there had simply been too many vampires as he called them. Katria was heartbroken and immediately asked to follow the man for further protection, but was soon told she wouldn’t be able to as his life was far too dangerous for a child to be around him. It was in that moment that she would become one who would curse his name should she ever figure out what it was. Now homeless and angry at the man who was known as a slayer, Katria soon took to the streets fending for herself and living off of whatever she could find. It didn’t take her long to master the skills of lock picking and thievery to help her survive. A Slayer is Born While still at the age of thirteen Katria had another run in with a vampire, this time it would be her that killed the creature having remembered well what the man in her room had done. She had been noticed for her talents by a group of so called slayers who were nothing more than farmers with pitch forks. In her mind they were pitiful creatures, though she joined with them for her need for survival outweighed her disgust for the group. By the time she was fourteen most of the farmers were killed by vampires and she was soon discovered by an elite slayers group called The Order. Led by one man known as Father, The Order was known for their advanced fighting skills and was greatly feared by the vampire community. At the request of Father, Katria was taken into the group where she began to learn everything she could from them. She trained for eight long and tedious years suffering many broken bones, cuts and injuries that would have made any person call it quits however she surged onward soon becoming the best The Order had. On her final day of training she set out with a partner to a tavern in Transylvania near where her life as a slayer had truly begun. It was there that she would shed her birth name and adopt her alias, and though she had used many before and would continue to do so, it was this name that she would use the most. Finding the vampire and his witch lover within the tavern, she approached the vampire in the way she had always been taught-- the way that had been hammered into her head. The vampire was young and inexperienced and as she went for the kill she dropped a single blue orchid as she stabbed him through the heart. His lover became so enraged that in her casting of a spell that would have surely killed the young slayer she miscast the magic and instead sent the slayer from the year 1896 to 2009. Ironically it was her birthday that she spent her first full day within this new realm that she found herself in and while she didn’t understand the ways of people now she wanted nothing more to return home.. Though some things always change. The Pain of Loss Though Orchid was concerned about her new life within the realm she was quick to find friends she could count on, and even began to relate with a witch known as Alexei Scott. Though at first she had wanted to kill him because of what he was, she was talked into giving him a second chance-- one that she would later come to not regret. The witch and slayer soon became friends and as time went on, Orchid found herself to care for him even going so far as to trust him with her actual name. Though she hadn't shared much-- if any-- of her past with him, she was happy he accepted her for who she was rather than looking at her as the enemy. While she found normality and peace in their friendship she was scared what it could mean for them if anyone frowned upon it. Though things for Orchid and Alexei seemed to be going well and nothing had happened since her meeting him things soon took a rather nasty turn for them and their friends. June 14th was the day it happened.. On a return home from a training session with fellow slayer and friend Noel McKee they were attacked by a group of men who sedated both woman and dragged Orchid away to a medical facility run by mad scientists and mercenaries. While under their imprisonment Orchid was subjected to many alterations both noticeable and not so noticeable to those who knew her best. The scientists implanted a chip within her brain to erase all memories of those she cared for the most, tampered with her eyes to allow her to see better in the dark though her vision in bright light-- sunlight, and artificial light-- was sacrificed for the endeavor. As though those alterations were not enough the scientists replaced her face with that of one that was unrecognizable to anyone even herself, and the butchers attached the wings of a long dead angel onto her back. Though the alterations were made to make her a better slayer, the men behind the knives betrayed her as she would soon find out. Placing her against women and children they claimed to be vampires when in fact they were nothing more than the families of the unfortunate who had been turned and had to leave them behind. In a rescue orchestrated by Noel, Alexei and an angel by the name of Nasrith Neross the truth about the agency which held the slayer came out. During their escape from the facility the building Orchid had been kept in became over run with vampires and in that time she found out that The Order had been in charge of all of her alterations. Shocked and feeling betrayed Orchid fled the facility with Alexei though she at the time didn't know who he or any of her rescuers were and as they fled the building Noel sacrificed her life to create an explosion destroying the vampires and members of The Order that were inside. Second Chances Though her memory was essentially Swiss cheese she was determined to remember the past she only saw in incoherent flashes as she slept. With the help of Alexei and journals she kept, she was able to over ride the effects of the chip in her brain and remember everything. As the memories came back to her, she knew that the loss she experienced with Noel's death would be hard on her to bear, but she could also use it to her advantage. The strength of revenge had always been a powerful thing for her, and it drove her to find answers as to why everything had happened. In her quest to seek out the truth about The Order and what they were doing Orchid set out to find the one man who could give her all of her answers. Father. With the help of Nasrith who survived the explosion she went back to the facility and broke into Father's office with plans to not only learn the truth but to assassinate him for the crimes he had done to her. Father however would surprise her by telling her of a pact the vampires and slayers had made, the vampires would protect the slayers in return for their word that they would no longer kill their kind. However it was the vampires and Orchid who were deceived. Father was himself a vampire, and in fact had been since the time she had first joined The Order. Just as the truth of her slaughtering the innocents as they tested her new additions came out an alarm sounded within the facility causing her to flee and her assassination plot to be foiled. Carrying the knowledge that Father was a vampire, Orchid set out in search of one of the most powerful vampires she had heard about a man called Demon. Initially her plan was to seek his help in destroying Father and setting right the wrongs that had been done to the vampires. Though the more she thought about her plan the more it sounded like she wouldn't gain his aid, instead she devised a new plan. Asking him to turn her so she herself could fight Father and help the vampires she had once herself killed. And while she searched the realm for Demon, word spread of her quest to find him which in turn brought him to her. Pleading her case was nothing short of nerve wracking for her, as the fear that her explanation about loving a witch would over shadow her wanting revenge as her reasons for turning. While it would fix the problem she had with worrying about their love being the end of their lives, she didn't want it to be the reason she would be turned down. However, Demon seemed to be very understanding and though he did instill fear within her heart she did not let it show even when he took her back to his castle. As she slept within his castle the same night as their meeting Demon came to her room and bit her creating the first catalyst of her turning. The rest was up to her.. Her body died as she slept a fitful sleep of darkness and fear, her body also rose a new and the world would soon be clearer to her fresh eyes. September 17, 2009 Rebirth Blue Orchid is dead. Born of betrayal and the most vengeful of sins, Orchid has risen again a child of the darkness. Turned on by those she had once considered noble, the former slayer has turned into something dark and corrupt, taking everything from and leaving nothing for her victims. The mere puppets of the ‘greater good’ will pay their penance in blood and tears for nothing she touches will ever be sacred to them again. On swift black wings, death will come for those deserving and torture will be nothing short of fun for this renegade. Poe said it best when he wrote The Conqueror Worm.. “Mimes, in the form of God on high, mutter and mumble low. And hither and thither fly-- mere puppets they, who come and go. At bidding of vast formless things, that shift the scenery to and fro. Flapping from out their Condor wings, invisible Woe! That motley drama-- oh, be sure it shall not be forgot. With its Phantom chased for evermore, by a crowd that seize it not. Through a circle that ever returneth in to the self-same spot. And much of Madness, and more of Sin, and Horror the soul of the plot. But see amid the mimic rout, a crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out, the scenic solitude! It writhes!-- it writhes!-- with mortal pangs, the mimes become its food. And the angels sob at vermin fangs, in human gore imbued.” |
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