The Blue Moon Club & Brothel (Employees)

This thread is specifically for employees of The Blue Moon Club and Brothel. See the Customer Profiles thread if you wish to create a customer for the RP. Anyone who is employed, or seeking employment with us should post the profiles here.

Note: Just because you have a profile here doesn't mean you get to go right to work. In the interest of preserving continuity, please post in the IC threads and actually talk with us to be hired. We reserve the right to turn anyone away if we do not feel you would fit in well. This is not a job for shy or virginal women, so it's probably best you don't apply if you fit either of those descriptions. That's not to say that some customers won't want you to pretend to be 'innocent', but those who really are probably won't last long here. It's nothing personal, just business.

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Name: Eli Brisco
Position: Co-Owner (Alongside Kelly Luna)/Manager (Strip Club)
Sex: Male
Age: 29 (Apparent. Actual age is unknown.)
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 195 lb.
Build: Medium, Toned


Biography
Eli is best known in the underground fighting circuit, having been undefeated in over forty matches. Then, one day, he just left. No one knows why, only that he had decided he was finished. Since then he has lived respectably off the money he made in his fights, which was quite a bit, though he finds himself feeling restless. Not wanting to go back into fighting, he decided to put his skills to what he saw as a better use for them. Private protection.

Eli now serves as one of the best private security consultants and body guards in the business, using his extensive mixed martial arts background and sharp mind to give people a sense of safety where there normally would be none. His business has expanded since he originally started it, requiring him to hire others on as well. These days he doesn't take many jobs personally unless they're extremely important clients, though everyone seems to want to hire him.

Brisco doesn't work for just anyone. He seems to have a set of standards that clients must meet before he will agree to a contract with them, and as in demand as he has become, he can pretty much pick and choose his customers. It seems that as of late, however, he has once again began to feel restless, and has started taking on jobs himself like he used to. Perhaps he might find someone in need of his particular services...

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Kelly--Blue Moon's Madam/Co-Owner

Lori--Assistant Manager (Strip Club)

Kate--A little bit of everything (strip club)

Name: Keane Conrad
Position: Assistant Manager (Brothel)
Sex: Male
Age: 25 (Apparent. Actual age is unknown.)
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 190 lb.
Build: Medium, Toned


Biography
Keane is a mysterious man, seeming to show up when someone is in need of something. Though his motives are unknown, he has been reported as committing acts of both good and evil, and for no apparent reason. He asks for nothing, and offers nothing but his service where it is called for. Nobody knows where this handsome stranger seems to come from, simply being there today, and gone tomorrow.

His first appearance was a few years back, when two warring gangs threatened the peace of a small town. Keane walked into town one day and offered to help the people. Soon after he was helping one gang, then the other, and strange things happened over the course of the war that ultimately wiped out both sides of the conflict. He then disappeared, not even staying for the people of the town to thank him, but somehow they knew he would be back, and it might be for a more sinister purpose the next time.

He has made several other appearances in different locations since then, serving people for small tasks that seemed to mean nothing, to assisting with tasks that involved important people. He seems to be a neutral player, one day murdering in cold blood, the next, saving the life of a peaceful diplomat. He has even been known to help people open and run businesses, negotiate treaties, and other tasks that require less physical involvement and more mental.

A charming man, he speaks with a confident tone, his voice smooth and calming, but at the same time stoic and unsettling, depending on the image he wishes to project. Reading him is no easy task either, as his emotions seem to be in check at all times and his expression is always stoic. While he displays amusement or disappointment and similar emotions from time to time, nobody can ever recall him being happy, sad, angry, hateful, vengeful, or any of the deeper emotions people tend to display.

Perhaps one day the purpose of this unique individual will be revealed, but for now he remains the ultimate mystery...

Name: Scarlett
Position: Top Whore/Incognito Third-In-Command (Brothel) and Stripper/Dancer (Strip Club)
Sex: Female
Age: 25 (Apparent. Actual age is unknown.)
Eyes: Red
Hair: Pink
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Build: Hourglass, Slim



Biography: She was born and raised in the pits of hell of as one of the newly created succubi . The new breed is a special one in that it does not require souls to live, nor are they bound to take them. She spent many years to hone her skills.

Scarlett traveled from Los Angeles and Las Vegas to dabble she in adult films. She gained an accent within a few years and starred in some of the hottest movies human or demon kind had seen. At that time she didn't need the money, it was more to perfect her sexual abilities on mortals to sustain herself without going out of control. She finally decided to move on to Blue Moon City the 'Blue Moon Club' where she mainly serves as a Top Whore in the Brothel and stripper/erotic dancer in the club.

Scarlett is extremely flirtatious and will happily perform sexual acts people if they treat her well. She takes sex and her job very seriously. She will have moments when she is genuinely kind and caring, however these are rare and she only shows that part of herself to those whom she considers close friends to her. Once she becomes aroused, she turns into a horny lady who wants to screw as many person as she can possibly can.

Name: Reyson K. Jones
Position: Bartender(Officially); Brothel Worker(Unofficially)
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Blonde
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 164 lbs
Build: Slim; Toned


Biography: Reyson was a badass cage fighter at one point in his life - in his dreams. Tch. Yeah right. He was as much a fighter as he was a demon from the pits of hell. No, Reyson was just a human, and up until recently he'd grown up and lived as a pretty simple one. Good parents. Solid upbringing. He was an only child and had been left on his own fairly often, which led to him developing independence at an early age, but that was really it.

Hanging out at bars since seventeen, mixing drinks since twenty, Reyson was no stranger to the environment. He'd been working at that same bar he started at for a number of years, up until five months ago when he accepted a job bartending at a dance club. It was louder there, if you'd believe it, but the pay was right. Sadly, that place got shut down before he'd been there long due to some funny management issues, something about the manager's questionable accounting ability. Five months was more than enough time for his previous job to fill his old position, so this left Reyson suddenly without a job. A week or so later he heard about a place called Blue Moon looking for employees in preparation for its opening; as all the best interviews did, his took place with a bar as the setting and with him mixing his potential new boss a series of drinks as they talked.

All the standard fare is kept well stocked, and pretty much any request someone comes at him with he's well aware of how to make - he's working on being able to make them blindfolded, literally, for bragging rights(and tips), but interestingly enough blindfolds affect your balance. On top of working around all that alcohol, mind you. Yeah. He's working on it. Aside from all the normal drinks on tap and the ability to mix any request presented, he's spoken with management about possibly creating some custom drinks for the club inspired by the setting, by performers, and by anything else deemed interesting enough. But that will come with time.

Reyson is strictly the bartender; he doesn't dance and he doesn't perform in the brothel. Well, not officially. He doesn't dance and doesn't have any desire to, but an agreement with management came about where he'd be given his own room in the brothel with the freedom to bring customers back to it; the rules were that the club got its proper cut, and that it was only when he was off duty, so the bar wouldn't be left unattended. Not a bad deal, that. Especially considering the whole thing being unofficial meant he could be selective about it. It wasn't like he'd exactly...done this sort of thing before. But it only made sense, really, considering the 'temptations' that were known to throw themselves at a bartender in even a non-strip club environment.

As for himself, Reyson could be best described as bearing a soft, calm confidence. He's friendly and can be a tad snarky at times, but that much comes with the territory of being a bartender. Generally he's relaxed, sincere and genuine. Polite, yet forward. When describing him once upon a time one could add shy to that list, but he's really come out of that shell in recent years and doesn't mind speaking his thoughts. Reyson is of a fair height but not overly tall. His body size is that same averageish style, if a bit skinny, but that much is due to having a steady hobby of swimming ever since he was a kid, even competing several times in the sport. So while he doesn't have the bulk of some of the other guys around the club, he's no less athletically toned.

BMR Name : Karameida Yamada
RPC Name : Seras Lang
Gender : Female
Age : 22
Orientation : Thought she was straight but is a little Unsure now.
Position : Waitress [Official]
Eyes : Blue
Hair : Light Blonde
Weight : 135 pounds
Height : 5'5
Build : Slim with gradual curves.


Bio : Seras Lang led an ordinary life, no dark tragedies, no secret emotional scars. Both her parents were alive and well if not like any other parents and annoying in most cases. She had gone through school pretty popular but had earned the nickname "Ice Queen" as she was very good at giving suitors a very cold shoulder.

She'd led a single and un-fulfilling life never doing anything fun or exciting and she was beginning to regret some of her choices. She'd somehow heard of a new club that was opening and were in need of workers, thinking this a good opportunity to do something different she applied for the job. Although her innocence hadn't quite prepared her for some of the options that she could have applied for, so sticking to some of her more original rules she stuck with being a waitress....for now.

Name: Marlena Burkhart
Position: DJ (Official)
Sex: Female
Age: 24
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 144
Orientation: lesbian
Build: toned, slim, but soft skinned.




Biography: A hip swinging DJ, popular in a number of certain... special clubs in europe, Marlena began her career as a dancer in a popular nightclub. Wandering in straight out of high school, the girl had rushed out of home and had to dance to get by. Eventually, the club DJ took a liking to her and convinced the girl of a lucrative deal... So it was, only 19 at the time, Marlena became her pet. Marlena learned everything she knew about DJing and sex from her 'employer', who would often drive crowds crazy by driving the attractive young girl to orgasm during raves.

But eventually she made enough money to strike out on her own. She bought her own DJ equipment and began playing music at clubs. She was a quick hit and for a few years retired completely from sex, not even having sexual relationships. Eventually though, she tried... certain substances... from a particularly voluptuous young woman. Less then an hour later, she was deep in the throes of passion with the girl in the middle of the stage, her job forgotten. She was given a few days community service for public indecency, but she also discovered that she'd never been in more demand. Soon, reluctantly at first, but more enthusiastically as she went, she began to work sex into her job, both on and off the stage.

Now, she's come to fulfill an extended contract working at the Blue Moon Brothel, putting her musical talents to work, as well as her other talents with the occasional patron.

Name: Evelyn Carnate
Position: Jack of all trades, PR Manager (Mostly works as a member of the Brothel and Security with Dell)
Sex: Female
Age: 24 (Apparent - actual age is unknown)
Hair: Short cropped and black
Race: Blue Blood Vampire (Known only to Management)
Eyes: Light Aqua Grey
Height: 5'3" (Without the shoes)
Weight: 132
Orientation: Bisexual, though currently leaning more towards straight
Build: Hour glass and toned

Biography: Not much is known about this mysterious woman Evelyn Carnate; for she has had many names throughout the centuries. She has moved from place to place every ten years where people wouldn’t notice the fact that she doesn’t age. No facts can actually be stated about where she grew up or if she ever had a childhood at all. She was of Blue Blood and not a being that was made, sired, or turned. Her eyes normally change color with variations in her moods. A sexy vixen with a deadly secret, that can really pack a punch.

Although she has enough money to run a small country, she had a constant need to get rid of her boredom and to make a change in her life, so she became a member of the Club and Brothel after hearing of it from a friend. Entranced by the variations of its containment, she started working as a waitress, then a bartender, a stripper, and whore, and then ended up a jack of all trades when she joined in the Security as a bouncer. She enjoys working as a bouncer and a whore the most.

Name: Dell O'Brien
Position: Head of Security (Club & Brothel)
Sex: Male
Age: 28 (Apparent. Actual age is unknown.)
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark Brown
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 185 lb.
Build: Medium, Toned


Biography
Not normally one to try and draw too much attention to himself, Dell tries to blend into the crowd instead. Quiet unless spoken to, always aware of his surroundings, and perceptive, it's obvious that whatever he does, he's a professional at it. Normally seen wearing expensive suits, he keeps his shoulder length dark brown hair neatly groomed, letting it fall around his face to frame it perfectly, even after running a hand through it occasionally. Deep, sea green eyes seem to notice every detail of things around him, from the environment to the people themselves. He never misses anything, even though he might not always mention what he observes.

Driving a late model Camaro that has been heavily modified, and having plenty of money to show for whatever it is that he does, one can only guess he is quite successful. Hidden under his Armani coat in shoulder holsters is a matched pair of Colt .45 Semi-automatic pistols, though only one who either got close enough to search or gives him reason to draw them would find this out. In his wallet he carries a set of business cards, an ace of spades with a reaper in the center. This same card has been found on the bodies of several prominent criminals found shot to death in recent years, linked to a contract killer known as The Judge.

Within a few minutes of talking to this man one can easily figure out he's quite intelligent, possessing a high IQ and a sharp wit to match. Not only is he very educated, but he also possesses common sense and is streetwise as well. All of these factors make him a formidable person to have as an enemy, along with being highly skilled in various fighting techniques as well as an expert marksman. Most people have determined that it's much better to have him as a friend than an enemy, though if he calls you friend or ally, he is fiercely loyal, and can be counted on when you need him. He does, however, expect the same...

Name: Alistair Connolly
Position: Second in Command in Security ( Club & Brothel), VIP Security.
Sex: Male
Age: 25 ( Apparent- Real Age Unknown)
Race: Diabhalrionnú [Devilforgers/demi-human]
Eyes: Dual Layered with dark blue iris piled on top of black iris
Hair: Jet-Black
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 186 lb.
Build: Lean and Muscular



Biography: Borne from a clan practicing the dark arts and demons from the abyss itself, it was tradition for them to bound lesser devils/demons onto themselves at birth and when older combine their dark art disciplines to forge individuals superior to themselves. Proud of his forte compared to others, he left his close-knit circle for the life of a professional hitman. Exploiting his skills and polishing on various talents to be the best in his profession, Alistair became infamous in the underworld; especially impressive since he began as a teen.

Once life became too routine, he seek someone he ran by his travels who had the same ethnicity as his own. Trusting his comrade to this new establishment where Dell was enlisted as Head of Security, he took the proposal to be the second in command and handle affairs within the VIP section. Figuring his abilities would help keep this cash cow secured, Alistair joined with the promise of a good stream of cash coming his way.

Name : Melanie Donnelly
Gender : Female
Age : 246 (Appears 21-ish)
Orientation : Bisexual
Position : Stripper/dancer/brothel worker
Eyes : Blue
Hair : Red
Weight : 130 pounds
Height : 5'6"
Build : Slender




Biography: Melanie grew up in the late 18th century as a simple handmaiden for a noblewoman. One day, she attended a masquerade ball at another noble's estate with her Mistress and was setting the woman's room up the way she liked then a man walked in from the party downstairs. She thought he was lost but he knew just what he was looking for and with a single bite he turned her into his own vampiric companion. Fast forward to the year 2007 and her lifelong sire/counterpart dies a horrific death at the hands of a Hunter but for some reason, the man lets her go. She wanders quite aimlessly for a few years before finally finding herself in town just as the Blue Moon is looking for employees. Perfect timing, yes?

Powers: Her bites are rumored to be orgasmic. (Why else would anyone willingly get bitten and/or not report being bitten by a vampire now a days?) This provides her with a steady stream of willing donors.

Name: Cedric "Chet" Tscheni
Position: Entertainer/Dancer (Club)/ Whore (Brothel)
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Eyes: Ocean Blue
Hair: Sandy Blond
Height: 6'0"
Weight:/b] 180 lb.
Build: Slender, Toned

Biography
Whoever said that prostitues couldn't raise a child was perhaps a bit too sheltered. As it happened, Chet had a particularly privilaged childhood. His mothers (for after a few years it became hard to tell which one was his biological parent) gave him all he could ever want for, and more. He was well educated, to the extent a public school system could provide, but especially educated in the arts of entertainment and pleasure. Even from an early age he knew what he wanted to do with his life, and when he wasn't out surfing or being otherwise as EXTREME as humanly possible, he was indoor practicing the finer... dirtier arts.

When he finally set out on his own he gained relative success in a group of private dancers, but he knew he was meant for more. It was only happenstance that he stumbled upon the Blue Moon Club whilst contracted for a job nearby, yet right from the start he knew he belonged. It wasn't a ~huge~ step up, but any place that the clients came to you instead of otherwise was at least some form of step. Plus the place had class, and he liked class. So the young artist set out again. Forever pursuing the horizon. (Until he got inside, anyways.)

Name: DeX Stone
Position: Seek a position as a dancer or where work is needed
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Eyes: steel
Hair: Dark Brown
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 178 lb.
Build: lean, fix with strong arms


Biography
Been in and out of work for a while now and seeks to try and do something that he knows well. DeX has been having a hard time just trying to keep a roof over his head. The only place he could think of that would hire him, if he was lucky enough would be at this brothel that he heard so much about. It wasn't just a brothel, but it was a club too. With his skills a dance from high school and teaching a little school at times until he got fired.

DeX went to this place once and thought it would be cool to work there doing something. It would be a great way to know people in his new town since he just moved there a few weeks ago. Making new friends was always hard for him. So what better for him to make friend other than a club where he could get to know a lot of people.

Name: Lucian Smith
Position: Dancer / Reserve DJ
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Blonde
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 150 lbs
Build: Rather skinny, toned.



Biography:

Lucian's life was pretty much the classical story. He was born into a working family, having two older sisters who pretty much raised him as his father and mother both worked from morning until evening. This of course proved to be the reason why he developped quite a flair for his feminine side.

When he was eight years old, the younger of his sisters took him to one of her dance classes because they were a boy short. And there he quickly learned his way around, impressing the dance instructor on the first evening, because despite being an amateur who had never danced before, he had showed some talent.

But it wasn't the easiest thing to do, through most of his school time, he was bullied by it and he rarely had any friends. So when time came and he hit college, he moved away. As far away from home as possible, you see, the boy never really had a stable relationship. He lost the girls he liked to the football players, to the real sportsmen at school, so he got stuck with the ones no one else wanted.

He dropped out of college. The pressure of the studies was too much, but at least he had found a job as a dancer at a local gay bar. The interesting part there was that he was curious, sexually. He wanted to experience it all, though he never accepted any invites from the men there, most of them being too old for him. And when he moved away from the city, he came to the open Brothel, the only place in town apparently seeking male Dancers.

Name: Charles Blake
Position: Male Whore
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Orientation: Bisexual (straight preference)
Eyes: Chestnut
Hair: Dark Brown
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 65 kg
Build: Toned yet wiry



Biography:

Charles had an unusual early life for a whore, raised in an upper-class family in modern-day England, he was fantastically intelligent, despite a lack of exhibited interest in his studies. Whilst he graduated from a top university, his academic excellence was not the main thing he learned there. With his parents money his college experience was a riot of excess and debauchery, and for a short time after his graduation he continued his nymphomanic exploits in hiring prostitutes. However, when money began to run thin on the ground, he decided that the easiest way to continue his lifestyle was to go into the industry from the other end.

He has been working as an “escort” for nearly four years now, and his obvious wit, intelligence, sophistication and good looks have always separated him from the rank and file and earned him a place as a valuable commodity, specialising in older women with certain urges, husbands who couldn’t fulfil them, and a lot of money, as well as the odd rich businessman with long supressed homosexual fantasies. Whilst Charles isn’t really gay, prostate stimulation is prostate stimulation, and money is money. In other words, he’ll go gay for pay.

Whilst his role as an employee is very different from that of a client, the lack of direction has helped him broaden his horizons a lot and for that he is grateful. Needless to say, he commands a high price, though his most recent employers, the Blue Moon, appear to have no trouble in finding clients who can command such funds.

Charles is very casual about sex and his friends, co-workers, employers and lovers are all thrown together into a big group of acquaintances most of whom he’s had sex with at some point. Despite his excess he is very charming and a good conversationalist, though his baser desires are always at the back of his mind in any encounter.

Name: Soresta Albatress
Potion: Courtesan
Gender: Androgynous
Age: 23
Eyes: Dark brown naturally, red prescription contacts
Height: 5'10"
Hair: Silvery white
Build: Lithe but tone

Bio: Soresta has always been a rather intriguing individual. Whether he was a she, or she was a he, no one really knew. To confuse people, Soresta would always refer to themselves as different things. Female, male, even it sometimes. The only sure thing about them, was that they enjoyed sex, and they enjoyed a lot of it, and for some odd reason, Soresta's customers played along with the guess the gender game and never revealed it. A lot of their customers are returners, both men and women.

Name: Chastity Conrad
Position: Stripper
Sex: Female
Age: 21 (Apparent. Actual age is unknown.)
Eyes: Golden
Hair: Brown
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120 lb.
Orientation: Straight
Build: Sleek and soft with a ballerina’s body

Biography: Chastity is Keane’s biological little sister. For the most part Chastity is pure, like her namesake. She came back to the city after being gone for a few years, trying to get away from the dark secret that she holds involving Keane. So far, no one knows that she is back, and she honestly wants to keep it that way.

She is everything naughty and everything nice. She’s a whole lot of glam, sweat, sugar, sex, spice (totally stole this line from a song that is stuck in my head). A bad girl in a good way. She is a walking contradiction onto and in of herself. She is confident of her looks and knows how to use them to get what she wants.

TABBYCAT~The Stripper~

Okay so I only have one character and that happens to be me. For all of you that dont know me Tabitha, my stage name is TabbyCat, though most just call me Tabby.

Name:Tabitha Deveraux
Stage Name:TabbyCat
Occupation:Stripper
Hair color:Long wavey brown tresses
Eye color:Blue
Height:5'9"(without heels)
Weight:135 lbs.


::Things you should know::

I am an EXCLUSIVE stripper. I am only in the brothel for specific people or if i happen to choose to. But since that is a rare occurance...plan on me not being in the brothel...or bringing you there.

Two, If you are not active with me as much as i am with you i will probably move onto the next costomer in the crowed.

Three...i have a motto that you might want to remember.
If you dont have any money...im not gonna be your hunny.
Those of you who dont get that...im sorry! A job is a job and we need money too!

Four, My exclusive sessions cost alot and if you want one, you have to convince me. If you try to make a sexual move on me during a private session outside of the brothel i will call security.

Five, I have a strict NO TOUCHING policy whilst in the strip club. I am a look but dont touch stipper. I do not touch you, you do not touch me. In the event you ignore this rule, you will most likely be missing something that you most definently want.

Six, Have fun! Tell me what you like or do it again! Show your apreciation! Encouragement is always an upper for me and gets me to do alot more!

Last but not least Seven, please remember, though a stripper i take my job seriously and that i am also human. I have a bit of stage fright especially when im up close to customers. Though i am a performer and you may not see it, i am very nervous. So calling me names booing or other such things will result in my departure. I can only do my best and i apreciate all those who undersand!

Here is a link to my different outfits! make sure you go through all the pages and i will update more as i continue on. I almost NEVER show up in the same outfit so unless i get alot of people asking for the outfit you most likely wont see it on me again. Thanks!

Look out for my Debut!

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::Bio::

After moving to a new town Tabitha hasn't been sucessful in getting a reputable dancing gig, she stumbled upon the Blue Moon strip joint. WIth a variety of styles and outfits, Tabby is very versitile and appeals to almost every type of customer.

Being the only stripper that specializes in dancing without heels on, Tabby does her best dancing when she kicks her heels off and lets loose. Timid and quiet in personality, once she gets on stage, that girl is gone...and out roars the sexy tigeress within!

But dont be mistaken by her her off stage personality...cause when her temper flares...is when the viper comes to life! Sexy, fiesty, and completly adorable, TabbyCat is the one you want down your alley!

Name: Elthrai Khaladh
Position: Head Bartender [Club]
Sex: Male
Age: 149 [Appears 22]
Eyes: Light yellow with a purple tint
Hair: Dark brown with green and purple mixed in
Height: Six feet even
Weight: 175 lbs.
Build: Athletic with broad shoulders

Biography Elthrai Khaladh, meaning, "Dragon of Doom" was born to a Druid mother and a Drow father. It wasn't out of love or hatred that he was conceived, but out of pure passion founded after a battle. His mother wanted a strong heir, and his father wanted to pass on his legacy. Their one night coupling resulted in Elthrai. With his mother being a powerful Druid, his appearance favored her while he gained his father's characteristics and temperament. He was cunning, sly, witty, and strategic. Yet he had his mother's kind manner and patience, along with his capability for finding peace in simple things. He grew up in a world of women, magic, and sunlight.

Because of his Drow blood, the sunlight still harmed his eyes. However, because of his half-human heritage, it was only during the highest and lowest peaks of the Sun's rays that made him have to shield his eyes or go inside until it was over. The night was when he was at his best, and used that ability to sneak up on the women of the small village. Being half-Drow had it's advantages.

He had a high resistance to magic and so the women of the village who were designated protectors taught him how to fight. Soon, however, it wasn't enough. He bested them all. It was around the age of twenty that he left the village to seek out all he could learn of his Drow heritage. Ten years later, he returned to the village to find it still intact, and along with it, a baby sister. She was pure human and fragile in his arms. He spent endless days caring for her.

Eventually, the village women he knew and loved died, including his mother and sister. There was nothing left for him and so he began to wander. He took up odd jobs where he could, learning this and that to be useful. When he discovered alcohol and the many ways to mix and pour and stir, he found himself compiling lists of ingredients. As the times changed, so did he until he was more modern and able to blend in despite his handsome face. Granted, fighting was no longer necessary in this new world, but he could still throw a punch or toss someone out of a bar if they got too rowdy.

Eventually, he stumbled upon the Blue Moon Club and Brothel. After seeing what it had to offer and what kind of set up it had, he joined up and finally stopped wandering.

Submitting a character--

Name: Nerakrith
Position: Whore, though he'll stray into Courtesan for his favourite customers
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown, possibly a lesser immortal? Appears 20ish.
Eyes: Bright green, no pupils, no whites.
Hair: Long, black, and very fine. Worn braided when he's off, but usually down long when he's working. He considers this one of his best assets.
Height: 5'6
Weight: 82 lbs (See description for why!)
Build: Slight

Description: Nerakrith is a daevon, born of a union between one of the angels and a human woman. He has black wings (span to some 19 feet in full spread), and a slight, hollow-boned body built for flying. Like most of his kind, he's also in possession of a slight healing gift--in himself, he can probably mend a broken bone, but for others, it's really only good for cuts and scrapes. He'll only accept male clients, and in spite of his seeming fragility, he likes it rough. Bondage, capture, and "play-rape" are amongst his favourite scenarios. Amongst more mundane activities, he enjoys silk-dancing and other forms of erotic dance. It's rare that he'll pass up the opportunity to hear singing, especially opera, though he has little skill at it himself.

Nobody really knows much about Nerakrith's past, and he's not terribly forthcoming about it either.

Name: Alexis Devinwood
Position: Stripper
Sex: Female
Age: 18
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Bleach Blonde
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 190 lb.
Build: thin, toned with pale skin

Name: 'Tank' - see Bio

Occupation: Floor Security & Odd-jobs man

Height: 7'8"

Age: Unknown

Weight: 350 lbs.

Hair style and color: Jet-black, short-cropped

Physique: Heavily muscled, broad shoulders, angular jaw w/ squared chin

Personality: Extremely shy and withdrawn, yet direct as all hell when needed to be. Will turn extremely violent if provoked in a physically and openly hostile manner.

Eye coloration: Gold w/ 3 rings of cobalt, the first occurring just inside the iris-white boundary and the last one ending just outside the pupil

Common Apparel: Plain black T-shirt, military fatigues, and black heavy combat boots

Bio: Not much is known about this strange man to anyone outside of the classified labs of Laboratory 6; his freakishly unnatural proportions tend to drive people away out of fear, despite his general shyness and attempts to befriend others. He mostly lumbers around, unsure of his purpose in life. Having been created in a laboratory as part of a super-human augmentation experiment for the military, he was labeled a moderate success and about to be deployed when the top-secret experiment was found out about and shut down. After all other Super-humans were exterminated as part of the emergency protocol, 'Tank' was found alive in a cryo tube and after being thawed, was submitted for psychoanalysis. After determining he posed no threat to people as long as they didn't openly attack him, he was provided a home under military care, but they decided to try and reintegrate him with society. The mind-wipe they performed on him destroyed his long-term memory on a fairly large scale; though he has preserved his knowledge of social customs, he currently is unsure of what he is and how to react to certain situations.

Doctors he went to after feeling a pain in his head described his condition as suffering from his severe gigantism; though the lack of a pituitary tumor confused them. Bone density and circulatory tests also revealed him to be healthy for someone of his stature, further making gigantism unlikely; his bone density actually turned out to be abnormally high, even for someone of his size. The reason for this was unclear and still is to this day.

His mind was initially programmed as a Berserker-class unit, charging headlong into groups of enemies, soaking up bullets like a dry sponge in water and wreaking havoc. However, the genes to invoke the enhanced rage back-fired, instead going dormant to be activated by excessive external stimulus. Gifted with unnatural strength (the ability to lift 14+ tons at full effort), he can be also surprisingly delicate, able to grasp an egg without crushing it, even with his grip strength able to exceed 80+ lbs. While he possesses no advanced healing ability, his skin is incredibly thick (10mm at chest, arms, and abdomen, 3mm at neck) and he is indeed quite durable, benefits of his augmentation. He possesses incredible endurance and stamina, a feature given to him to allow for continued operations even under heavy duress.

Normally he is a relatively shy man; whenever someone compliments him on doing anything, he turns quite bashful. Something that might be viewed as strange or weird given the man's stature and society's preconceived notions.When asked for his name, he'll say he doesn't know his true name, but people always told him he was built like a tank and hence he adopted the name 'Tank'. He wants to change it to something different, but can't think of anything else that will fit him; even names suggested by others don't sound right. Still, he's come to accept his role, having held several other jobs as a security officer. While he has no refined martial arts experience, he can punch and most people would prefer not to be hit something that many would consider a 'hand-bullet'.

Name: Neirene Wintergrave aka Deia Verone
Position: Stripper/Prostitute
Sex: Female
Orientation: Bisexual (pref. Female)
Age: 28
Eyes: blue (originally brown)
Hair: Red, long (to her ass), and straight (originally black
Height: 5'3
Weight: 107 lb.
Bust: 34F (originally 34C)
Build: Slim and busty
Personality: Very charismatic and highly persuasive, Neirene is excellent at reading people and twisting them to her will. She's a social chameleon, able to put on any mask she needs to in order to get the job done.



Biography:

Neirene is an assassin on the run. She worked for years as a hitwoman, doing whatever jobs paid the most with ruthless efficiency. She worked for anyone with the money to hire her. Occasionally, she would be hired to kill past employers, or those close to them, which she did without hesitation. It wasn't just about the money for Neirene. She genuinely loved what she did.

She never missed her mark. Her natural charms (physical and social) enabled her to get close to the target, seduce him (or her), and eliminate them whenever the opportunity presented itself, usually after Neirene had bedded them.

She had built up quite the reputation among those seeking her services as the best hitter in the area. This was a double-edged sword. She could demand high prices for her services, but her deadliness put a target on her own back. People of wealth and influence were afraid for their lives, and other hitters were jealous of her abilities and of the business she was "stealing" from them.

Neirene received a tip the entire city was after her, so she decided she had had enough. She would take her considerable wealth and leave the city. She changed her looks, everything from her eyes, to her hair, to her name. Even her already considerable bust was enhanced. She decided if she couldn't kill people, she would fuck them instead. That had always been her second favorite part of her old life.

Now all she needed was a venue to ply her trade. She was tired of the underground, and frankly, the idea of having to spend an intimate moment with some vagrant caused her skin to crawl. She needed some place upscale, somewhere the clientele wasn't just some drunken, dirty slob looking for a disease-saturated one-nighter in a dirty back alley.

She needed the Blue Moon...

Name: Cody Smith
Job: No idea, goes where he's told.
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark brown, almost black
Height: 6'0
Weight: 170
Build: Medium



Biography
Cody was a corporal in the army, he was injured, sent home and ended up stuck here working any straight job given to him. Besides that not much is known about him, it is possible he was Spec-Ops.

Name: Celest
Age: 39
Job: courtesan at The blue moon brothel.
Personality: She is very insensitive, hates talking about feelings, and stuff like that. She keeps to herself, and oddly enough loves her job. Mostly she is a dark person, very few joys in her life, but she has leaned to live with it.

Bullets:
-Classy
-Likes to be desired
-Likes it rough
-generally only has rich clients, unless you really attract her attention


Apperance:


Biography: Not that she talks about her background at all. But Celest was once married to a rich man. He didn't care for her, but Celest was young at the time, and he was handsome and rich. Not to mention that he desired her. At the time that was enough. But as time passed, he lost interest in her, and started to slap her around. The only thing that kept them together was the sex. The one thing they were good at. But being young and rich had it's limits and Celest soon got bored. She started thinking about other men, what it would be like to run away. Their gardener was nearly as tall and strong as her husband, and she found him to be a good replacement, when her husband was out of town. But then one time, he came home early and caught them in the act. He was furious, and looked as if he would kill her. And he would have, if he hadn't fallen down the stairs, only slightly helped by the fact that she pushed him.
It was judged as self defense. But she didn't get any of his money. So she had to find another way of getting money. But having no education, and not really any skills, she had to find another way of getting money. And somehow she ended up selling herself. What surprised her most about it, was the fact that she liked it.