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°| Name |° Sacha Kirill Morozov Name Meaning Defender • Lord • Frost Name Pronunciation SAH-cha • KI-ril • muh-ROH-zov °| Gender |° Male/Masculine He/Him/His °| Sexuality |° Bisexual (Male preference) Demiromantic Demisexual °| Age |° 38 °| Appearance |° Sacha is tall and broad-shouldered, often described as imposing. His wheat colored hair is kept perfectly combed seemingly at all times. His eyes are a cold green-grey, like a stormy sea. He keeps his expression schooled to neutrality or boredom. Sacha often wears similar clothes daily, typically formal attire. The only accessory he wears is a thin, simply gold watch. He wouldn't be caught dead wearing glasses, opting for contacts instead. °| Personality |° Sacha is often described as quiet, cold and brooding. He rarely speaks unless spoken to or when giving an order. He keeps to the shadows and quiet corners, watching and listening. He is blunt and to the point, often giving short and brutally honest answers and opinions. Sacha acts differently around people than he does when he is alone, simply not wanting them to know him well. He isn't very trusting, or trustworthy, either. °| Voice & Accent |° Sasha speaks in a quiet, rough tone, his voice often mimicking a low growl. Though he has a natural accent, he does his best to hide it. [Russian] °| Strengths |° × Patient × Quick thinking × Wary × Quiet °| Weaknesses |° × Untrustworthy × Poor eyesight × Wary × Insecure °| Affiliations |° None [Open, pm me] °| Other |° Sabotageeee Done! |
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@Smilecat, Accepted! I'll add 'em to the list whenever I can get onto my computer ^^ |
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Reserve Morelli member and Venturi underboss? |
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@Mother Reserved! @Smilecat Added to the list now <3 |
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Name: Ivan Vissarionovich Age: 26 Gender: Male Role: Venturi Underboss Appearance Image credits to me. Gonna pretend the braids don't exist for this RP, though Standing at 6'5, he is on the tall side of things, and his physique is a hardy, muscular one. While he is still considered lean, his frame is one made for strength and endurance rather than speed and nimbleness. He is quite agile, but he lacks flexibility and is much better at quick movements with a weapon than he is doing parkour. Ivan is all muscle and sinew, and his chiseled features accentuate as much, giving him a carved-from-stone appearance. This man has an assortment of scars, but his most notable -- by far -- is the massive chunk missing from the middle of his left ear. It is now held together by a piercing that acts as a brace, and he never takes it out; when/if he does, the further end flops over, and he thinks it looks ridiculous. He has half a mind to just cut the rest off, sometimes. His round, stormy gray eyes hold a hint of green, contrasting slightly with the regular whites and the blood vessels therein. They are places beneath straight, furrowed brows and rimmed with creases. His skin is a warm, golden-bronze whose shadows and highlights change dramatically depending on the lighting. It is interrupted by the pinker, slightly paler colors of old scars. His hair is a deep, deep red-brown -- almost black -- and turns to a slightly lighter maroon or blood color in the sunlight. Ivan keeps the sides and back of his head closely shaved or otherwise short, and the top hair is pulled back into a short ponytail. It would only reach his jaw if let down, but he prefers to keep it up. . He has a strong, confident voice that is fairly low and and a silky bass. He walks with purposeful, firm strides, and generally appears sure of himself. Some may see it as arrogance, but he does not intend it to be so. His presence is cold and foreboding despite his warmer coloration, giving him an air of unpredictability. When he fidgets, Ivan will twist one braid between his pointer finger and thumb, or he'll work his jaw (the stronger jawline may very well have originated from this habit). As a werewolf, his height rockets up to nearly eight feet tall, and he resembles more wolf than man. He prefers to be quadrupedal over walking on two legs in this form, since he is more awkward on his hind legs. His body is larger and much more muscular with thick, soft (don't touch) russet fur. Ivan's eyes become a startling ice blue. Personality Charismatic || Leader || Ambitious || Strategic || Smart || Stoic || Decisive || Loyal || Observant || Stubborn He has a convincing way with words, able to use them in a way that makes him an excellent public speaker. Ivan knows how -- and when -- to stir an audience and push them in any direction with his eloquence, and he uses this to further his own devices at times. He is quite charismatic and charming. However, it never quite seems to reach his eyes; he has never been one for making close friends, and while he is friendly with most in the clan, there is no one that he will confide in. Not even his own family. Ivan keeps his personal worries and insecurities to himself, outwardly displaying a poised, calm front. And, generally, it is not a false face. He is an honest man, though he is not above telling white lies here and there. He is good at maintaining the peace, whether that be through physical or verbal means. He is a leader, as he has been brought up to be, and strives for perfection. Too much is on the line for him to fall short in any way. Ivan is ambitious and strategic, concerned with keeping the students thriving and at the top of the food chain. They may have lost the powers of the school, but that does not mean they are weak or ripe for destruction. He is a stubborn creature, and his stoicism is borderline self-destructive at times. He has a habit of ignoring his injuries of any kind and will overexert himself at times, but he refuses help until he can't hide his situation. Ivan is also very observant of others, making him a bit of a hypocrite when insisting others rest or otherwise take care of themselves at the same point that he would not. Despite being a cold, mule-headed grump, Ivan is an altruistic and loyal individual. Even if he doesn't particularly like someone in the clan, he will fight for them. His competitive and ambitious nature often gets in the way of friendships and familial relations, but he still cares for them even if he sucks at showing it. He is also not afraid of doing what must be done. Hunting, battle, or otherwise (justly) ending a life has never upset him, nor is it ever likely to. He respects life, but death is a path that is central to mortality, and he doesn't mind that fact. This man sticks to his morals, though, and scorns murder or subterfuge. He's a good lie detector, too, and tries to prove himself trustworthy to others, as his own lies -- however small they may be -- irritate him the most. Strengths Physical strength and fitness Charisma and speaking Hand-to-hand combat, guns Strategy Weaknesses Speed and agility Ear causes hearing issues when windy, can't hear things as far away Sucks at building personal relationships Competitiveness Affiliations Lucrezia Venturi -- His beloved cousin, the matriarch of the mafia, and a constant pain in his butt. Outside of professional settings, and sometimes even within them, their conversations and insults can become immature and, frankly, ridiculous. Despite the occasional argument, Ivan is wholly supportive of her and has no qualms making opposing heads roll. Open Other He's a "cousin" of the family name. His mother, a Venturi, made off with a Russian, thus the different last name. Also yes please PM me ^^' |
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Reserving a Venturi member! ^^ |
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Name: Paulina Molinari (only call her Lina or risk your life) Pronounced: Paul-ee-nuh Moe-lynn-ah-ree Age: 22 Gender: Female Role: Morelli Underling Appearance Credits to me Lina stands at 5' 9 and has a slender, athletic build. She has obvious muscle definition, though this is more due to her rapid metabolism than it relates to actual training of those muscles. She's strong, but probably not as strong as she looks -- however, she still packs a vicious punch. Her curves are muted with somewhat less-than-average endowments. However, what she lacks in those, she makes up for in facial features. Her face is squared nicely with a proportionate, straight nose and firm lips that have a soft curve at the ends. Her large, dark, piercing eyes are framed by thick, dark eyelashes, and matching eyebrows hang perfectly above them. Freckles dance faintly across her nose and cheeks, and connected earlobes sport small diamond studs. She may be slighter than the "scarier" members of the mafia, but she has a strong and regal air about her that can be just as unnerving.
Blessed with porcelain-smooth and softly tanned olive skin, Lina isn't much one for heavy makeup, if she wears any at all. She looks more like a surfer or lifeguard than she does a murderous alchemist, but here we are. Her long, loosely curled hair is a mixture of natural highlights and lowlights, resulting in what could safely be called blond or brown, but with obvious variation. Mouse brown gives way to platinum and fawn, and the sunlight gives it a lovely gold sheen, while the moonlight brings out the more silvery-gray undertones. She likes it, has never dyed it, and doesn't mind being a little generic. Lina wears it up in buns for the most part, especially at work, but she's been known to let it loose once in a while. Her alto voice holds a nice Northern Italian accent with a German lilt, though she's exceptionally good at adopting other accents on the fly, and she can hide her own quite well when she wants -- or needs -- to do so. She has a good singing voice as well, so that often becomes her cover at parties and gatherings. As a shapeshifter, she can morph into her second form at will, as long as her emotions aren't running hot. While many others' tempers cause an unwanted shift, her anger only inhibits her abilities, which is rather unfortunate, in her opinion. Her second form is that of a Gray Wolf. She maintains her more petite frame, though it still clocks in at 36 inches to the shoulder -- larger than the real life counterpart. Her coat is a honey-gold hue with the telltale white shoulders and darker dorsal to tail, though the latter is more of a deep brown than the regular black. Where silvers and grays are found on natural wolves, she carries off-whites and creams. Her eyes lighten to a deep amber. Personality Calculating || Intelligent || Wary || Lone(ly) Wolf || Maternal || Blunt || Judgy || Occasionally Altruistic || Weapons Nerd || Aloof Her wariness comes with the territory. Spending her days committing and erasing illegal activities can ride on one's conscience, and some deaths hurt more than others. She's watched countless lives be taken in cold blood, and while she herself isn't usually the one pulling the trigger or adding the poison, it's taken a toll on her sociability. Unbeknownst to most, she is a naturally social person, so this self-isolation does cause a measure of loneliness. She also has a high maternal drive and a soft spot for animals, and she greatly wishes she were in a situation where she could have children and pets without worrying for their lives. But enough with the sob story. Paulina is smart, observant, and adapts to situations with ease. She has two years left of veterinary school and loves to apply her knowledge to help animals and their owners, which is admittedly a little ironic. She has a mind for numbers and memorization and prefers to multitask when possible. Very little escapes her notice; she takes observant notes on every little detail of every person or situation and keeps them all organized in neat mental folders.
Perhaps due to her nerdy nature, she does occasionally gain a new obsession; the current one is weapons. Lina can list a variety of facts on different guns, knives, compounds, or poisons. Before her affiliation with the mafia, she was the local animal nerd, though she shut that down as soon as it could be used against her.
Lina does not beat around the bush, and she absolutely judges people based on first glance and interaction. Nobody is trustworthy, and if she has something to say to them, they're going to hear it regardless of how biting a remark it may be. Who needs friends, anyway? Despite this, she can hardly be called socially awkward. She conducts herself well, has a flash of charisma about her, and can be charming at times. Strengths +Specializes in "clean up" and chemical agents +Science and math, and the applications thereof +Sniper rifles +Drawing +Fluent in Spanish, English, German, and Italian Weaknesses -Physical, brute force and close combat fighting -Not trusting at all -Children and animals -Terrible pelvic and knee joints -Can only shift forms when she's level-headed -- once she's too angry or upset, she's stuck as a human Affiliations Open Other wiiiiiip I never play characters shorter than me so this'll be interdasting |
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Finished ----- Name: Neasa Kirra Ní Dhomhnaill Name Meaning: Neasa (Irish) | Warrior Queen Kirra (Turrbal Tribe) | Leaf or Dancing Leaf Ní Dhomhnaill (Irish) | World Ruler or Ruler of the World Name Pronunciation: NEH-sa KEER-uh nee GHO-nuhl Nicknames: Rónat | Little Seal | Given by: Papa Jindarra | Star Eyes | Given by: Mama Wisp | Folklore Spirit | Given by: The Venturi Family Open to others! Gender: Female Sexuality: Queer (female leaning) Age: 24 years old Role: Venturi Member Species: Werewolf Note: While Neasa usually maintains full control over her transformations, there are moments, particularly when her temper flares or she’s caught off-guard emotionally, where the shift happens instinctively. She rarely shifts unless absolutely necessary. Like others, during the full moon, her control becomes more fragile. -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Appearance: [Credit belongs to Tenebris Umbra. Made only for my usage, no one else has permission to use this. *Note: For the purpose of this rp, her ears are human-shaped and the screla in her eyes are white*] Neasa is a stunning, regal woman with rich, dark brown skin and an air of quiet power. She stands at 5'7 with a slender and graceful build. Her ears hold a pair of elegant, dangling earrings that sway gently with every movement. Her lips are full and tinted a deep brown, with a lip piercing that catches attention. Around her neck hangs a pendant more dangerous than decorative: a cut crystal vial, faceted like a gemstone and filled with swirling, iridescent liquid, poisonous and alchemically alive. Her hair is a masterpiece in itself, platinum-blonde locks braided and swept up into a graceful crown-like style. When it's down, it lands just at Neasa's shoulders but she prefers to keep it up. Pale, delicate hairpiece accessories are embedded within her thick strands to help keep it up. Her doe eyes, a warm earthy brown, are framed by thick, dark lashes and often accentuated with meticulously applied makeup. White, ornate tattoos grace her forehead, neck, chest, shoulder, and upper arm. These tattoos are old traditions within Neasa's mother's culture (The Turrbal Tribe), they’re sigils of protection and power. Werewolf Form Neasa’s werewolf form is as arresting and regal as her human one. Standing nearly seven feet tall when fully shifted, she has a lean, sinewy build built for agility rather than brute force, with long limbs that move like coiled silk. Her fur is a mixture of ash-blonde with darkened undertones. Around her shoulders and spine, her fur thickens into a mane-like ridge, giving her a lioness’s silhouette. Her face retains a haunting beauty, with piercing, amber-gold eyes. The ornate white markings from her human form bleed through her fur as dark markings across her chest, neck, and upper limbs. Her ears remain wolf-shaped but are slightly rounded at the tips. Her claws are long, curved, and sharp as glass. She doesn’t growl often, but when she does, the sound is low and resonant, echoing through the ribs like a war drum. Neasa’s werewolf form isn’t meant to overwhelm, it is meant to haunt, to stalk, to remind those who face her that she is not just a creature of instinct, but a weapon honed through generations of blood and sacrifice. -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Personality: Calculating | Mysterious | Quiet | Sly | Patient | Loyal | Protect | Spiritual | Sensual | Observant | Vindictive | Independent | Cunning | Detached | Resonant | Commanding Neasa Kirra Ní Dhomhnaill moves like a whisper between shadows, never needing to raise her voice to command a room. She is an anomaly among the Venturi, who prefer weaponizing chaos, but that isn't to say she doesn't revel in chaos at times. Her presence is enough, resonant, elegant, and unsettling in its quiet power. With a mind as calculating as a sharpened blade, she always sees five moves ahead, rarely caught off guard. Her sly nature keeps others guessing; she offers little of herself freely, preferring to let people wonder whether her silences are loaded with judgment or curiosity. She observes in stillness, memorizing tone, tension, the subtle shift of someone's weight before a lie leaves their mouth. Beneath her composed and spiritual surface is a cunning mind and a fiercely independent heart. She walks her own path, grounded in old rituals and the need to live up to mother’s bloodline. Neasa is sensual in a subtle way; in her gaze, the brush of fingers across silk, the effortless magnetism of someone entirely comfortable in their own skin. She does not beg for attention, she draws it like gravity. Detached from sentiment but not without purpose, she watches, calculates, waits. Her loyalty, once earned, is unshakeable but betrayal guarantees a slow, unrelenting retribution. She does not rage. She remembers. Neasa’s protective instincts run deep, though she rarely shows it in obvious ways. She is patient and sly, playing the long game when others are still scrambling for quick control. Her commands are soft, but weighted with expectation, and people follow her not out of fear but awe. To those under her shield, she is unyielding. To those who cross her, she becomes something colder, more precise, vindictive with poetic justice. Her silence can comfort or destroy, and the line between the two is razor-thin. Wolves don’t need to show their teeth to be dangerous. -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Voice & Accent: Neasa's voice has a siren-like quality, low and melodic. Hypnotizing to say the least. There’s a faint Irish lilt coloring her speech, subtle enough that most wouldn’t catch it at first. But in moments when her emotions run high, her accent comes forward, causing her usually silky voice to become more abrasive - almost feral sounding. -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Strengths: + Strategic + Agile & Stamina + Toxicologist + Cunning Weaknesses: - Tempermental - Bad with Heights - Control Issues - Slightly Deaf in Left Ear -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Origins: Neasa was born on the wild coasts of western Ireland, in a village where the cliffs sang lullabies and the sea whispered secrets to anyone who dared to listen. Her father, Fionn Ní Dhomhnaill, was one of the last of the old blood wolves, his roots running deep in the ancient packs of the Clann na Farraige on the Aran Isle. His pack was known for their connection with the ocean. Her mother, Djara Wanyi, a fierce spirit of the Turrbal Tribe from Australia, had journeyed to Ireland as a cultural emissary. Her people, living in seclusion for centuries, had long remained isolated. When word spread of the Clans in Ireland, Djara was sent to learn about the Old-world wolves and bring back knowledge to her people, who were seeking to reconnect - and gain reassurance - with the outside world. What was meant to be a sacred exchange of wisdom became something far more fated when she met Fionn. When a failed uprising against a rival Irish bloodline pack – the Crónán – sentenced all of Fionn's clan to death, Djara didn’t hesitate. With newborn Neasa wrapped in woven linen and wolfskin, they vanished beneath a stormy sky, crossing oceans with only their instincts and a shared promise: survival. They arrived in New York, taken in by the Venturi family, not out of kindness, but strategy. Old-world wolves were dying out, and one born from two forgotten bloodlines was a treasure in plain sight. While her mother's line had the ability to shift at will, her father's line was bound by the moon and the ocean, their transformations tied to the rhythm of the tides and the phases of the moon. Her parents had to wait and see which of Neasa's bloodlines she would obey. Either way, the Venturi's knew a good investment when they saw one. By adolescence, she could shift at will - which wasn't suprising coming from her mother's more ancient bloodline. As her mother taught her, shifting isn’t a party trick or a threat to toss around - it’s sacred and should be treated as such. She didn’t fight with rage; she dissected with intent. From Djara, she learned the old ways: poisons drawn from ritual, combat grounded in spirit. From Fionn, she learned when to be the storm. She became the bridge her parents had once been. Between bloodlines. Between worlds. The Venturi quickly became family, despite the initial intention of molding her into a weapon. Over time, strategy gave way to a kind of twisted kinship, one built on shared bloodshed and unspoken debts. Werewolves from different bloodlines became her aunties, uncles, and cousins. They were hers just as much as she was theirs. Neasa doesn't have a tragic backstory like others, her parents are still alive, still madly in love, and still by her side in quiet ways. Before the current matriarch took over, the previous leaders let her parents slip quietly into the background, offering them peace in exchange for their silence and service. Now in her mid-twenties, Neasa Kirra Ní Dhomhnaill is the Venturis’ velvet-gloved blade, their little Wisp. Every weapon she carries is poison-tipped, crafted with her own steady hands. She doesn't favor bulky arsenals; instead, she wears her lethality with grace, hidden blades, slim needles, and darts dipped in venom. Family/Kin: Fionn Ní Dhomhnaill – Clann na Farraige (Clan of the Sea), Old Blood Djara Wanyi – Turrbal Tribe (Australian Indigenous Tribe), Ancient Lineage -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Affiliations: Open- pm me! Other: Sabotage |
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