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  1. "That woman makes my skin crawl." Sienna murmured through her fixed smile as Ravi steered her around a group of chattering upper-crust. "Did you see how she was sizing you up like a... like a side of... of beef!" This last was delivered in a harsh hiss as she leaned closer, the heat of her palpable to Ravi as she pressed against his arm. He turned his head, the lights playing over the blue-black glossy sweep of his hair as he smiled down at her. She was more than annoyed, he sensed with some impersonal clarity. She was also rattled. D'Sombra scared her in a deep primal way. For a moment, Ravi considered whether to poke at that wound, to drop a casual comment of how lovely and gracious Ravenna seemed to him. But he decided against it. It was one thing to be provocative, another to be a sadist. "And yet you are the one on my arm." he said quietly, the deep purr of his voice a balm to the frazzled socialite as he leaned down closer to her ear, his breath warm as he kissed her cheek. He felt rather than saw the tension leave his date and smiled, dropping another lingering kiss just below her ear and feeling her shiver. He rather liked Sienna - she was beautiful, just bitchy enough to be entertaining, a warm and passionate lover with just enough of a scorned woman's insecurity to add a primal edge to her fucking, and talked a lot about 'bettering' his situation. Of course, he knew that likely meant moving in with her permanently and being a kept toy-boy, but he appreciated she liked him enough to think of such a thing. "Yes, yes I am." she replied with a smile, drawing her head back and looking up at him as she cupped his cheek in her palm, feeling the faint rasp of well-shaved stubble. "Now come on, let me introduce you to some nice people." "Those exist here?" he asked with a sly smile, glimmers of mirth dancing in his exotic eyes. "Is there a special room for them we haven't been into yet?" "You are terrible!" Sienna's laughter was silvery as she led him over to a group of well-dressed art appreciators and philanthropists.
  2. Ravi smiled slightly at Sienna, though he didn't share what he viewed as her insecure, fearful resentment towards D'Sombra, who had the Old World class and beauty which any New York socialite would kill to possess and which Ravi was more than comfortable around. Admittedly, few in Europe's high society were quite as... predatory or intriguing as the woman, which piqued the young aristocrat's interest further still. He remained silent for the moment, letting D'Sombra's candid revelations about some grand game between her and this 'Mourne' fellow percolate through his mind as he watched her handle the fuming young woman. D'Sombra disturbed him somewhat, but she also reminded Ravi of what it was to possess influence, to wield power with self-assurance. He had not realised till witnessing it so starkly how much he missed that aspect of his old life. Her straightforwardness in pronouncing her list of sins also appealed to him - she didn't need the approval of others, she was what she was and dared anyone to take her to task over it, even making a bold statement of her intention to steal Sienna's 'dancing partner'. He did wonder as to her goals - what was this game of hers about? And why did it involve such a disparate number of unrelated people? Why him, a disgraced young blue-blood from England? He had no influence or power worth speaking of. Curiouser and curiouser, he thought as his eyes gleamed watchfully behind the meaningless pleasantry of his smile. Sienna's disgusted look did remind Ravi that he was, to coin a phrase, 'on the clock' right now. With a graceful motion, he took D'Sombra's champagne glass from his date's hand, clearing his throat politely and handing it to a passing waiter. "It appears I am monopolising your time, Miss D'Sombra. So many others must also be wanting to seek out such a notable woman." he smiled, his voice a smooth deep purr. "And besides, there is so much more to see here, I am sure. I feel confident we shall meet again." He gave her another quick smile and took Sienna's hand, tucking it through the crook of his arm with practiced ease, plainly intending to withdraw.
  3. Ravi was young, and whilst no longer being wealthy he came from wealth and privilege. This might lead some to consider him a vapid weakling or 'chinless wonder', but such people do not realise that swimming with big fish means having to develop teeth and armor of one's own. If anything, prison hadn't so much toughened Ravi up as put the polish on his plating - besides, anyone who can survive boarding at a elite private school for their entire childhood can handle prison. So when faced with that flash of something disturbing and wicked underneath the gorgeous surface of Ravenna D'Sombra, the tall, dark and handsome young man did not outwardly react more than blinking once or twice as his face kept it's pleasant smile. "We bumped into one another at a Latin dance class." he replied smoothly in a silken tone and with no apparent discomfort at the lie as Sienna smiled nervously. He took Miss D'Sombra's hand with a practiced gentle clasp, giving her a dazzling smile and a charming eye-meet. Dark hair in a cloud, and blood-red lips forming his name / Flawless hands running up and under the nape of his hair, gripping and making him look into a dark mirror to see a bestial mask of hunger and rage... He let Ravenna's hand slip from his. "Where you are an instructor, I presume?" The woman (if that's what she was) ran her gaze down and up Ravi's lean athletic form like a livestock rearer appraising a new purchase, her lips smirking as she took in the discomfort of Ravi's date as though she knew exactly where Sienna had met the exotic manflesh she had on her arm. The young FitzCoventry chuckled, shaking his head. "Alas, merely a gifted lover of salsa." he said with a significant slight pause and an impish gleam in his eye. Ravenna laughed, her knowing dark gaze seeming to approve of his answers as she inclined her head in a faint nod.
  4. “It’s a simple business proposition.” The handsome red-head told him from the edge of the bed as she re-fastened her hair into a braid. The bed was large, as was the room, as was the apartment. Of course, none of them were his. Ravi let his gaze wander down the pale skin of his (current) bedmate’s back. A rich recent divorcee in her 40’s, Sienna had kept much of her youthful beauty in that well-maintained way rich women do when they don’t have to worry about working for a living. She was also, Ravi reflected, voracious in the sack. Her ex-husband must have dumped her for self-preservation rather than because he’d found a more beautiful model. “Tom will be there, with that dingy little drudge he’s seen with these days, and I refuse to play the ‘solitary woman scorned’ role.” She half-turned, catching his iridescent eyes lazily studying her and smiling. “It will be fun, my sweet.” “Well, I am supposed to be working tomorrow night...” Ravi drawled, his velvety voice even now causing Sienna’s insides to liquefy as the scoundrel pretended to ponder her idea. She scowled and flapped a hand dismissively. “Shaking that tush on a stage, however delicious a sight I find it, is not real ‘work’, Ravi.” She leaned over and kissed his stubbly cheek, smiling slightly. “And like I said, this would be paid time, not playtime. One thousand dollars to escort me to the gala at the gallery and be your too-charming self, dazzle my friends and make their own husbands pick up their game, and if Tom happens to gnaw on his liver from envy so much the better.” “Dancing is real work.” Ravi mildly protested as he swung his legs out of bed and stood, performing a full-body stretch in a very distracting way as he twisted his shoulders this way and that. Golden skin flowed over taut muscles that shifted and moved... Sienna stared for a moment, hypnotised and fighting the overwhelming urge to run her hands down his back – again. He turned his head and grinned at her, half-lidded eyes glinting green-gold. “But you’ve intrigued me. Alright. One thousand dollars. And I’ll need a tux.” The gala was, much as expected, a mixture of interesting and tedious for the easily-bored young aristocrat. Lots of glitter, canapés and champagne, of course. And art. Lots of art. Ravi had mixed feelings on art which could generally be summed up as ‘meh’. Some art was good, some was bad, and that seemed to be simple enough. However he was familiar enough with the upper crust art scene to know that it was filled with pretension. In this crowd there might be a handful of people who actually knew anything about art, fewer of whom would be experts, and the rest of them were all pretending that the Emperor was wearing clothes just because it was easier that way. He didn’t NOT like art, mind. He just didn’t see the need to stand around and gasbag about it. Appreciation of art for Ravi was like appreciating a sunrise – best done privately or with one or two others, and with a minimum of speaking about how wonderfully the colours blended. Right now he was standing by himself in front of a framed melange of swirling dark colours interspersed with lighter blotches of colour, feeling somewhat ill at ease. Not because of the surroundings, but from the piece itself. It seemed chaotic and pregnant with something monstrous, and it touched a chord in him that disturbed him. It seemed to harken to the dreams he'd been having of late, and Ravi fancied he could feel breath on his neck as he stared at the painting.
  5. Name: Ravi FitzCoventry Nature: Gallant Demeanor: Bon Vivant Concept: Disowned nobleman turned exotic dancer Age: 22 Physical: Strength ●●●, Dexterity ●●●, Stamina ●●● Social: Charisma ●●●, Manipulation ●●●, Appearance ●●●● (Striking) Mental: Perception ●●, Intelligence ●●, Wits ●●● Talents: Alertness ●●, Athletics ●●, Awareness ●, Brawl ●●, Empathy ●, Expression ●, Intimidation ●, Leadership, Streetwise ●●, Subterfuge ●● Skills: Animal Ken, Crafts, Drive ●●, Etiquette ●●●, Firearms, Larceny, Melee, Performance●●●, Stealth ●, Survival Knowledges: Academics ●, Computer ●, Finance ●, Investigation ●, Law, Medicine, Occult, Politics ●, Science, Technology Backgrounds: Allies ●, Contacts ●, Influence ●, Resources ●● Virtues: Conscience ●●●, Self-Control ●●●, Courage ●●●● Humanity: 6 Willpower: 4 Merits: Animal Magnetism 1pt (Werewolf Players Guide); Catlike Balance 1pt (VtM 20th); Enchanting Voice 2 pt (VtM 20th) Flaws: Overconfident 1pt (WW Players Guide); BPs spent 10 on Attributes (Two dots); 2 on Abilities (1 dot of Talents); 3 on Merits. (Net difference) Background: Born to a wealthy English family with aristocratic blood (his father is the 13th Baron FitzCoventry), Ravi is technically the eleventh in line to the Earldom of the city of Coventry. Or he would be, if he hadn’t been disowned and his name struck from the family will. His ancestry is a curious mixture of blue-blooded English and Northern Indian, dating back to the days of the British Raj. The family keeps close ties with their subcontinental roots, having in the past freely intermingled with the people there. It's to this Ravi owes his exotic looks and noble bearing, along with a healthy dose of laid-back insouciance and self-confidence. By the age of seventeen, he has already been thrown out of several schools for 'inappropriate behaviour' involving members of the opposite sex, some of them members of staff. Naturally, his family's wealth and connections have ensured that the details of his 'transfers' are not known. Even the most sheltered of prodigals can, however, wear out the grace of his protectors. Having had few limits or consequences levied on him, Ravi became ever more spoiled and pushed further beyond acceptable behaviour, moving from using to dealing drugs at his expensive prep school. Even that would have been tolerated... if it hadn’t been for the death of one of his fellow students from a bad batch of Ecstacy. The investigation led straight back to Ravi, and not even his family could shelter him from the fallout of his actions – not that they were inclined to. Cut off from his trust fund, denied access to Daddy’s lawyers, the young aristocrat was sentenced to two years with a possibility of parole after ten months. Life can be tough in jail for a rich boy who is no longer rich. By a combination of charm, manipulation and ruthlessness, Ravi managed to serve his ten months without getting shivved or raped, but it was a near-thing. He found no welcoming committee on the outside, only an envelope of cash and a firm suggestion that his family never wanted to see him again, delivered by a solicitor. Still proud and prickly, Ravi decided to leave England’s shores, coming to the U.S. With an unfinished education and little in the way of practical skills, the only strength he had was his charm and looks. He drifted from dead-end job to dead-end job, not having the temperament for 9-5 employment, until finally he stumbled into the exotic male dancer scene, having been discovered working behind a bar. Beautiful and athletic, Ravi was a big hit with the club’s female clientele, and found it an easy jump from dancer to gigolo – the money being better for starters. Image: Tall, sleekly muscled and gorgeous, Ravi combines the best of two worlds in his exotic appearance. His skin tone is a rich dark tan, contrasting with spellbindingly large green-gold eyes. His features are predominently Caucasian, though hints of his Punjab ancestry are not limited to his dusky skin.
  6. ,, Ravi felt his hackles rise as he padded barefoot down the path after the others, the darkness pressing in about him. This wasn't normal darkness, which was the absence of light, in which he would be perfectly at home. This darkness was unnatural, a living thing - anti-light. The werepanther was uneasy, remembering dimly the cloying, clinging darkness of Lucia's creation that had deadened his senses. ,, "I think there's a definite link between Lucia and this place." he remarked softly. "The darkness... feels the same, I suppose one would say." His fingers twitched slightly, his claws unsheathing and resheathing in response to his tension.
  7. "Ravi?!" Sean was the first to speak, her blue eyes widening at the sight of the Dalton manther. Ravi, typically, recovered his aplomb with remarkable speed and plopped down onto some cushions, Lal alongside him as the younger werepanther glanced around the room with a critical eye. ,, "I like the decor." he said at length. "Tastefully understated." ,, "What are you doing here, Mister FitzCoventry?" Sylvia asked calmly. ,, "Answering your prayers, of course." Ravi shrugged, gesturing towards himself. "I know you missed me, Sylvia. And I could hardly let my friends go dashing off into danger once I had thought a little about it." He examined his nails with studied insouciance, then grinned his razor grin. "So lets dispense with the awkwardness - I know you're as happy to see me here as I am to have found you so quickly." ,, "You were coming to the Devi." Swan stated rather than asked, a faint smile on her pale face. Ravi winked at her, and nodded. ,, "I wanted to find you." he explained. ,, "And we, that is, our people, also have things we wish to know more of." Lal added, smiling a little at Ravi's manner. "Ravi has persuaded our patriarch to at least consider the possibility of... engagement." ,, "I'm very persuasive." Ravi shrugged again, then smiled at the other Daltonites. "You can thank me later, I'm sure. In the meantime, I believe we have a meeting?"
  8. "I think..." drawled Ravi softly as the two of them ambled across the snow, Frida with her usual ethereal grace and he with a grace that was inhuman, but definitely real, definitely alive. "I think we are heading to the same place." Green-gold eyes drifted sideways to meet Frida's dark gaze, and Ravi's lips curved upwards invitingly. "For now, at least." ,, "For now at least." Frida echoed, her own smile peeking through the calm facade as she felt her heart speed further. Ravi offered her an arm and the slender young woman slid her arm through it, feeling the warmth and vibration of his life and vitality under her touch. They talked idly as they made their way to Frida's cabin, but once there, there was little speaking until a while later.
  9. I am around and interested in posting at least once per week. I'm picking and choosing my commitments, but Ravi is too much fun NOT to play
  10. Ravi smiled a little at the interplay between Ren and Lal, and scowled slightly at Lucia's mention of baby pictures and at the discussion of his post-Change nudity, but he was glad of the distraction of his friends right now. His grandfather's confession that he, Ravi, had been considered to be nothing but breeding stock, together with being here, back on Earth and on the ancestral estates in India had been a one-two-punch that he was still trying to process, especially as he'd actually felt nauseous at the same time, doubtless from the stress. Could it have been Dalton, or more specifically the Academy's proximity to the Door, that had made him Change? No, he told himself, narrowing his eyes. I spoke to my Other self. I felt it flow into me where it belonged. I'm not a 'should-not-be'. Their tests are inaccurate. "I most certainly do not enjoy going commando." he said with a faint smile quirking his lips upwards. "It just so happens that the clothes I have ruined so far in my Changes have, for the most part, been expensively tailor-made. I was really fond of one of those shirts in particular. Something of a high price to pay for a little cheap exhibitionism." He let that hang in the air for a second, then grinned. "If I wanted to run around naked, I simply would." That last (together with an 'angels-will-fall' grin) was directed at Autumn, who found her face suddenly hot enough to fry an egg on as she remembered their second meeting. The coffee-skinned aristocrat simply pretended that Autumn wasn't blushing from her neckline to the roots of her hair and addressed Lucia. "Baby pictures will probably be guarded by my aunts and grandmother. I feel certain," and here he rolled his eyes a little. "that... Rosa's... need to coo over my baby pictures will be more than satisfied." The emphasis he placed on the name of Lucia's friend made it plain he believed that Rosa wasn't the only one interested in such things. With a wry smile, he regarded Simran and Lal. "It's good to see you, cousins." he confided with some warmth, even for Simran, snotty cow that she could be - she was still family, and family meant a little more today than it had yesterday. Lal grinned at him, and Simran nodded with what was, for her, practically warmth. "Grandfather, I apologise for my outburst." Ravi said semi-formally as he fell into step with the older werepanther. "It's been a trying week or so." "No doubt." Amrit FitzCoventry replied. To those following, it was plain that the two of them possessed the same relaxed, straight-backed grace as they walked. "We truly believed you were not part of our hidden world, Ravi." It was perhaps as close as the older man would come to apologising. "I think you should know that the faculty at Dalton know of us, that is, the family. They wanted me to attend there so they could study me - at least one of them believed I would Change. Perhaps the tests are inaccurate, grandfather." he suggested respectfully. "Or perhaps the world is changing." Amrit suggested with calm authority. "Either is possible, but right now irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. You are one of us now, and there will be things you need to know." "That'd help." Ravi said wryly. "I've been getting by on instinct and reason so far. Though I haven't done badly." He winced as he remembered a few mishaps. "I have a lot of questions, but Autumn raises a good point - do all werepanthers except me keep their human clothing when they shift?"
  11. "In... school?" Ravi blinked, his usual aristocratic composure deserting him with the shock of seeing his grandfather here. For a moment he gaped, then his own shocked gaze narrowed into blazing slits. "In school?!" There was the faintest edge of a snarl in the boy's words when he repeated himself. "I was in school, grandfather. I was at Dalton Academy, making friends, getting used to the place, enjoying the car you bought for me - and thank you for that - BUT THEN I TURNED INTO A HUGE. DAMN. PANTHER!" The snarl was more than a faint edge now as he shouted/roared the last word. Sylvia placed a cautionary hand on his shoulder, but the angry youth shrugged it off and stepped forwards. "No warning! NONE! I turned into 400lbs of carnivore and killed a man, then rampaged through the campus like - well, there's no other way to describe it - I rampaged like a big hungry predatory cat. I menaced friends - even my girlfriend - then decided that the stables was a all-night buffet. Finally, I woke up miles from the damn academy next to a freezing Colorado stream with a worryingly full belly. Luckily, that was venison, or I'd be considerably more upset right now." he glared at the apparently unmoved werepanther on the branch above him. "And as if that weren't fun and games enough, there's an evil interdimensional empire called the Caramine who want to conquer Earth using the Doors at Dalton. Turns out most of the senior faculty there are mystical types, not to mention a sizable cross-demographic of the students." he waved a hand back to indicate the others. "Mostly inherited traits, it seems. Fancy that." he summed-up, adding biting sarcasm to his irritated emotional outburst. "I'm sure father had his reasons not to tell me I might someday turn into a panther. I'm fairly sure he didn't realise that Dalton was a welcome mat for cross-dimensional shenanigans." Ravi went on, calming down now that he'd vented and straightening his shirt before running his hands through his glossy black hair. "But the Caramine are on the warpath, and we're trying to stop them. That's what I'm doing here, grandfather." He grinned engagingly up at the older man on his branch, causing the others to wonder at his mercurial nature. "It's good to see you too, by the way."
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