#keitha

Toreador Kietha Mcinver-

I have order them chronologically, and add the game they come from. Since we tend to create numerous teams in the same game, I also wrote how we named each of them, and I will put a link toward each character's presentation.

I have also make some pinterest board and spotify and deezer playlist for some of them so I will share it with you in due time.

So here they are!

Erin Holfman from homebrew ttrpg based on D&D : Elvia et autres troues (Elvia and others hole)

Melusine Russelle from a homebrewed Harry Potter escape room

Sylvain Sylvain son of Sylvain from Chroniques Oublié

Clara Thompson from agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. (homebrewed)

Jack Daniel from Champions

Livenel from a home brewed ttrpg : Déchéance

Hannah Cooper aka Fraya from Champions : Young Justice

Esme Sage Grayson from Champions : Borderline

Aria Chevalier from Nephilim

Keitha and Compote from Falkers (homebrewed)

Valda Havardur from Chroniques Oubliées : Anatazérïm Campaign

Spike from a homebrewed one shot for Halloween : Candy of the dead

Krorin from Chroniques Oubliées : the Guild

Prof. Jonathan Chabichou form a home brewed ttrpg : Lord of the goats made by @theaftereight

Shi-chat l'Embrumé from a homebrewed ttrps Dofus (based on Chroniques Oubliées)

Valentin from a Champions impro

Elide from FFXIV (homebrew with D&D rules)

Floki from Star Wars

Oemi Beteth from Darkest Dungeon

Le nécromancien from a homebrewed ttrpg based on D&D

Amanda Black aka Fancy Raven from Champions

Achilles Shafiq from a homebrewed ttrpg Harry Potter

Sören Zuversicht from Warhammer battle

Dùghall from Nephilim

Mairwen from D&D

Ao Xa from Würm

Alexei Mallet from Maléfices

Konami from Sea of Thieves (homebrew)

Lily aka Pink Floyd from Lancer

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It was a pretty simple job.

Sit near the exit, look intimidating. That was something mar could do…..well she could in this form anyway.

Her human shape was skinny and pale and tiny compared to the men milling around the room now. That said Keitha was only a couple feet taller than her and she strode around the place as if she were double the height of the coterie she was bartering with. Mar supposed it must just be a talent she most definitely didn’t possess.

But then that’s why she was sat here like this, Mar was a small woman, but she was a pretty big dog, she knew from experience people were a lot less willing to mess with her like this.

Maybe she should have been listening a little closer but…ugh there was a reason Keitha was the one to deal with all this shit. Feeding rights bla bla bla, boons bla bla bla. The conversation was a continuous droning of mild, baseline aggression and-…..

Huh. The noss was starting to look nervous. He kept checking his watch, picking at his scraggly fingernails, worrying his dry lip between jutting yellow fangs. He opened his mouth, as if he was about to whisper something to his coterie mate who shot him a glare.

Mar shifted her weight to her front paws, ready to go if she had to. In all honesty, she was suppressing a growl in the back of her throat, something about how the energy in the room had shifted had her hackles up. Still, Keitha seemed to be fine, she was smiling in that sweet, sharp way she did when she was closing in on something she wanted.

That expression only wavered a little as a knock from the thick oak door echoed throughout the small room. The toreador held up a hand and excused herself, all of a sudden the only sound was the heels of her boots clicking on the floor. Mar was sure the other three kindred in the room would be sweating through their shirts if they were physically capable of it

When she opened the door, Blue popped his head through the gap. He didn’t look worried but then again, he rarely did, the malkavian leaned forward to whisper something into Keitha’s ear. That seemed to be the breaking point for the jittery nosferatu.

He squeaks a curse and turns to run, mar thinks for a split second he’s going to try his luck getting past her but instead he dives for the cracked open window a couple meters to her right. The rest of the room erupts into shouting but Mar takes no notice, keeping her eyes on her quarry. He doesn’t even bother to try opening the window further, instead opting to shove his lithe body through the small cap and just wriggle out. It takes absolutely no effort to catch up and sink her fangs into his calf as he struggles through the gap.

He cries out,  she’s got a good hold but although Mar was faster him had his strength. She could only cling on as he pulled her out the ground floor window with him. Still it wasn’t like he was getting far with her fangs in his leg and so she clings, her teeth ripping at his and she manages to hook a dull front claw in the fraying fabric.

He’d gotten free of the window frame now but he’d brought her with him. She had her jaws still buried in him with her back end still hanging on the ledge, one foot crushing the flowers in the flower box and the other not yet clear of the window itself. The nosferatu was panicking, trying to pry her jaws apart, but then an expression crossed his face, and he looks at the window, then back at her.

All of a sudden, he reached over her head and slammed the old solid sash window down on her hind leg.

Mar pulls her fangs from his flesh with a yowl and falls as he uses the opportunity to sprint away form her into the back streets. She hangs there from her leg trapped in the frame for a second before her own weight pulls her free an she falls the short distance to the ground with a thump.

Shaking the dizziness out of her head, Mar tries to get to her feet and give chase but the second she puts weight on her back paw it gives out and wave of pain wracks the limb all the way up to her spine. Gingerly she tests it again, softly this time against the ground but even that makes her grit her teeth

Well god damn it.

Its definitely wrenched, at the least, fractured even , maybe. Fuck. she had had one simple job.

Mar snarls into the darkness the Nosferatu disappeared into, as if he could somehow sill hear her, before turning away. She keeps the injured leg held up against her body and hops unsteadily on three legs around the building, heading towards the back door.

from a fanfic/wip I haven’t introduced yet