I think I’ve found a decent site to start writing again with. Harvest Moon, is an Anita Black Universe Free-form RPG which means that I get to play in a modern world with vampires and wereanimals. And with Danse Macbre out it’s the perfect time to start up. It’s a start up RPG so it’s small right now, just the way I like it. We’ll see how long it stays active and if I can remove myself from DM completely.

Name: Aeryn Lynn Black
Age: 25
Weight: 132lbs
Height: 5’6″
Character Type: Werewolf
Occupation: Computer Programmer

Description: Red Hair, Hazel Green Eyes, Slender Build, a rose tattoo on her left sholder blade, a large scar on her right forarm from a dog bite.

Strengths: She holds the same values as her mentor did, to insure that the human in us remains alive. Aeryn is a hard worker and reliable. She’s loyal to her friends and to a pack that will have her.

Weaknesses: Aeryn is inexperienced in her powers and in a pack environment, and tends to assume a submission position instead of asserting herself. She lacks self-confidence and can laps into a deep depression around her birthday.

Powers: In comparison with other werewolves Aeryn is weaker than most, most of the problem lies with her inexperience in a pack situation, having only been a part of one for little less than a year.

History:
September 4th has always been an interesting day for Aeryn Black. The day of her birth has always been plagued with tragedy. Aeryn was born a month prematurely and her mother died from complications after having only seen her beautiful daughter for a few breif moments. Aeryn’s father was unable to care for his infant child and gave her up for adoption. Thankfully Aeryn’s adobtive parents were well off Accountants in New York City. They raised Aeryn as if she was their own, sending her to the best schools through out her life, including college.

Aeryn earned a degree in Software Engineering from a highly accredited private university. But yet again tragedy struck on her birthday just after graduation. Aeryn’s boyfriend, Taylor, surprised Aeryn on her bithday. It was going to be a beautiful night under the full moon. He planned a midnight picnic in Central Park. It all started out wonderfully well until they were attacked. Out of the pushes flew what Aeryn thought was a dog. It mauled Taylor and turned it’s attention on Aeryn. As the dog’s teeth peirced Aeryn’s right forearm another dog rushed the attacking one, tearing the teeth from Aeryn’s arm. The pain and shock overwhelmed Aeryn and she blacked out.

Aeryn woke up in the hospital and was later infromed that Taylor had died from massive blood loss. Aeryn was devistated and fell into a deep depression. Her work suffered and she was nearly suicidal.

Two weeks after the attack a young man who’d Aeryn had seen walking campus before approached her with a great smile. “Hey. My name is Aaron.” Aeryn giggled. “So’s mine.” Aeryn continued on with how to spell her name and held out her hand. Aaron grasped it firmly and shook then spoke softly. “I’ve something important I need to tell you.” Aeryn was curious what a boy she’d just met would have to tell her that was so important but she nodded. “I’ve class right now, can we meet in an hour for coffee.” Aaron smiled. “Sounds like a plan.” They made the arrangements to meet in the student union cafeteria for coffee.

Aeryn really didn’t pay attention to her class as she was eager to learn of the important information from the cute man she’d just met. But when she got there it wasn’t pleasant information. “Aeryn, the dog that attacked you…” Aeryn started to cry at the mention of the attack. “Aeryn, please, listen, it’s important.” Aeryn calmed down slowly and Aaron continuded, “The dog wasn’t a dog, it was a werewolf.” Aeryn nearly fell over laughing but Aaron began to explain what had happened and Aeryn soon began to understand her life was in jeopardy. Aeryn stood up while Aaron was in midsentence and quicky left the student union. Aaron tried to follow her but she wound her way through the passing throng and he lost track of her.

That wasn’t the last time she’d see Aaron, but it was the last time they would talk. Approximately two weeks later, Aaron tried to talk to her again, but she refused to listen to him and ketp walking. He screamed. “Lock yourself up or you’ll regret it.”

Aeryn wasn’t sure what that was suppose to mean. The sun set and the moon rose and Aeryn’s body did change. The pain was unbearable and she cried out in pain that turned into the howl of a wolf when the transformation was complete. The hunger hit and the windows of her first floor apartment shattered as she hurled her body through it. Her wolf self didn’t hesitate it began the hunt.

She found a homeless man laying on a park bench in Central Park and stalked her prey. She grabbed at his throat and tore. The taste was unreal and she savored the copperly liquid. But someone stopped her, bitting her neck. A fight insued but the other was more powerful and something more than strength stayed the beast.

Aeryn woke up the next morning naked in a strange house. A blanket was drapped over her and Aaron lay on the floor next to the bed she slept on. He heard her stir. “Good morning. Do you beleive me now?”

Aeryn and Aaron talked for hours and she agreed to meet again and he would teach her about her beast.

It wasn’t September 4th that brought the next doom on Aeryn’s life, but a week before. Aaron’s pack had started to doubt the college student’s power and a coup was forming and Aaron’s Freki, Jumael challenged Aaron for the rights to be leader. The pack’s doubts came to fruition as Jumael’s strength overpowered Aaron. The pack switched hands. As tradition spoke the pack ate Aaron but Aeryn refused and didn’t understand the meaning of the action and no one took the time to explain it to her, instead exiling Aaron’s latest pet project.

The pack almost literally ran Aeryn out of New York City, but not before finding out that Jumael had been the one to kill Taylor. This knowledge and Aaron’s death lead Aeryn to escape the city life, to roam the world to find a new home.

Aeryn spent three years wandering, freelancing as she went along in order to make ends meet. She finally stopped in Chicago in hopes to find a job and a pack to take her in. Aeryn was tired of running.

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Ajah: ?
Nationality: Far Madding
Age: 107

Description: Alicatia is 5 feet 6 inches tall. She weights approximately 115 pounds and is of a slender build. She has long straight fiery red hair down to her waist and emerald green eyes. Alicatia has picture perfect skin and has a tendacy to freak out when even a small blemish appears on her body. Her obsession extends to hiding in her room until it’s gone. Unlike her skin, Alicatia’s attitude is not picture perfect, she despises what she is and has become but cannot change that fact and can never go home.

History:

Before the Tower

Alicatia Sunoma was born in Far Madding. Her mother was very prominent in their social circle and men listened to her when she commanded. Alicatia was learning well from her mother and the younger boys would run away when the green eyed monster approached, a name they called Alicatia for her not-so-nice attitude towards them. She was ever so commanding as a child, much like her mother, and few men came to court her when she was of age. One man did however. Alister Fregure was a small man who enjoyed Alicatia’s looks enough to submit to her commanding authority in all things. Alicatia enjoyed his company and they were planning to wed a day after alicatia’s eighteenth birthday.

As a pre-wedding present Alicatia’s mother took her to Camerlyn to buy a foreign wedding dress in person. There the women ran into an Aes Sedai. Alicatia’s mothers fondness for women who can channel was extrodinarily negative, but this dislike was overcome in order to find out if her daughter could channel. That was one of the worst things that could happen.

The Aes Sedai tested Alicatia and told her mother the horrid news. She could be taught to channel. That was the end of everything, Alicatia was sent packing with the Aes Sedai and shunned from her family. Alicatia’s mother would return, and tell the tale of an aweful accident, her daughter was dead.

That night Alicatia swore her soul to the Dark One. Channeling was evil, she must therefore be evil. She wasn’t sure what to do then other than to go to the White Tower and become what she must. An Aes Sedai of some Ajah to do what the Dark One wanted. She was now his pawn.

In the Tower:

As a novice Alicatia’s attitude did not get any better. She was sent to the Mistress of Novices on many occassions, sometimes multiple times in a day for back mouthing her teachers and channeling with out permission. It took Alicatia a year to understand the rules or she was going to be kicked out of the White Tower. Her attitude calmed outwardly, but it only stewed more inside. She was still sent to the Mistress of Novice’s office but only on occassion her remaining time in the Tower.

Alicatia had no friends as a Novice, she didn’t even bother to get to know her roommates. She was a solitary soul lost in the darkness of her own thoughts and her own evilness. She didn’t feel evil but the more she learned to channel the more she thought of things to do with the One Power that was not so nice.

It took Alicatia 12 years to become an Accepted. Her arches were horrible to her. The first one presented itself with her mother and Alister and a loving family that could have been if she’d never gone to Camerlyn. They had a two bouncing babys and Alicatia was torn between staying or leaving, even if she knew that it was not true and could never happen. She was not a mother and she knew she never would be. Alicatia with hope dashed in her heart stepped through the first arch and returned to reality with tears. The second arch took her through to her present. She had no friends and she had no life, she was pent up in the highest of towers looking down. The touch of the source was gone from her mind, shielded in a tower overlooking the White Tower. She didn’t know why she was there, but someone came knocking at the door, claiming she’d killed someone she didn’t even know. Alicatia was left alone again to contimplate her life and what she’d been accused of. As the witching hour came Alicatia was lead to the center of the Great Hall and that was when the door way appaeared. Her decision was disasterous and she left the second arch with searing pain as a fire bolt hit her as she disappeared through the portal. Alicatia was in tears and in pain but she continued on to the third arch. It was no different than the first two, it showed her future self, burnt and scarred but alive with blackened and scored bodies littering the ground. Tarmon Gaidon had come and Alicatia had survived. She saw members of her ajah lying at her feet and warders still twitching from their lost limbs. There was a great battle and the dark had one it. Alicatia didn’t want to leave, but what was left if you had no place to live, she regrettfully stepped through the third archway and became an Accepted.

Time as an Accepted wasn’t any better for her. She still kept to herself and had no roommates as an Accepted, life was lonely for her. Alicatia thought long and hard on her decision to join an Ajah. Which one posed the right atmospher for her to do evil things in the guise of good? A blue could walk whatever cause they choose, but Alicatia didn’t think her cause was one that was easy to cover in a Blue Shawl. She knew she’d make it to Tarmon Gaidon but she wasn’t sure the Green Ajah would be fitting, she was hardly a fighter, her slim frame and sickly appearance at times wasn’t intune with the greater atmospher of what it meant to be a Battle Sister. The Red ajah brought promise to stop those who could channel, well men who could channel. Alicatia still thought channeling was evil and her own darkness made it impossible to stop the evil of the men in question. Reguardless of if they torn the world to shreads. The whites were too logical, and Alicatia’s attituded was too passionate for them. She didn’t think she would find a home among the whites.

*more coming soon*