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You've arrived at the LJ I'm using to document all of my LARP characters. The vast majority of these will be for the Camarilla continuing chronicle. Pretty much all of them will be friends locked. Please comment if you'd like to be added, and to what filters:- Petrus Luchetti - Vampire: the Requiem
- Greg Sullivan - Werewolf: the Forsaken
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[James Daniels] Memory
The oni and the sword faced each other across the small circle that had been set aside from them. Battle raged around them - the second round of a single combat melee tournament raged as combatants vested for the right to call themselves the strongest. Themselves the best.
Neither the oni nor the sword were in this circle for themselves. The oni was ( Read more... ) -
[James Daniels] Storm's End
He woke in pain. His wounds were many and varied and covered nearly his entire body. As he breathed, his felt his ribs bend oddly - at least one, probably more was broken. The ground below him was cold and hard.
He shifted, his hand reaching, feeling for the place where his last wound had fallen onto him. His fingers found bandages, somewhat soaked ( Read more... ) -
[James Daniels] Storm-Fall
James stood in the shelter of the Lilac Bower. But the shelter that it offered was shattered. The Storm stood within the shattered door of the hold. They had returned to take him. They had returned to fight him.
And he was weak. The crossbow quiver was still in his shoulder, the blood soaking through his clothing. His ribs were broken in at least ( Read more... ) -
[James Daniels] Tree
The cherry blossoms had long since sprouted, fell, and blew away. The small cherry blossom tree in Highland Park had long since grown leaves and was very green against the blue sky and sunlight. Cooler sunlight than was the normal for this time of year, but still sunlight.
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[James Daniels] Identity
High on the hill that overlooked Rochester, the warrior stood alone within the Hedge. The space around him had been cleared through weeks of meticulous work with the spade and axe that rested against the un-cleared hedge near him. His eyes were not on them, though his hands still had blisters from work.
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[James Daniels] On Desire, Answers, and Honor
Glamourdust,
You must believe me to be an idiot. You seek to atone for something that you do not find yourself in fault with? Ridiculous.
You were not asked to trust the Chijiriki. Though she was my wife in Arcadia, I am not a fool and know that blind trust in a Loyalist would not be something to ask of anyone.
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[James Daniels] Living
The Hunt ended as quickly as it began. What started in an ominous scream, ended in a feeling of relief and remorse. In the dawning of a new day.
He stood alone on the roof of the hotel in Buffalo where they had fled for shelter, where he had brought them together. As he stood there staring out into the rising sun, he could not help think of those ( Read more... ) -
[James Daniels] Honor
"I do not want you.", said the Chijiriki at his side as he looked over the railing of the bridge, looking down at the river far below him. "Throw yourself into the river. Drown for hours until you finally die."
His honor was gone. No, not gone. His honor was stolen from him - ripped away in the use of a single contract, ripped away by a fool. His ( Read more... ) -
[James Daniels] Murderer
Murderer
The elemental perched on a branch of a tree barren with leaves in the winter cold, the field around it covered in untouched snow. His right hand held his sword, still sheathed, as he perched and watched it.
Murderer
It was the word he had fled Arcadia to escape. The charge he had acted since returning to atone for. The single thing he wanted ( Read more... )