Thread: Jaysin Alexander Ravencroft - New Arrival - (ATTN: Gangrel) 03/11/2010

Jaysin ( pronounced: Yay-sin) Alexander Ravencroft walked up to a small path that lead down towards a large size log cabin, it sat several yards from an old gravel road. What was so unsual about this road was it resembled a pitch fork, all Jaysin really knew was this is the directions his "sire's" contact in Lamar had given him, and the note said too follow down the central path and not too veer left or right from his path or he may not see another sunset if he erred in such a way.
One thing Jaysin knew for sure was he'd not be unoccompanied in his "new" Masquerade, he brought two of his "rare" cat breeds with him, a "rare" Calico Panthera Felinus named "Prisim" a female and an even "rarer" Silver and Black Ash Siamese Panthera Felinus named Greystoke a male. His arm seemd some what heavy as he lugged their carriers inside the cabin, setting them down in it's rustic foyar or livingroom, he noticed on his way out too get his remaing bags from his cab, a light switch by the door.
Thinking too himself, Jaysin tries the light in hopes of it coming on by chance. As he switched its postion from off too on the room light up, feeling some relief he retrieved his bags from the edge of the road where the cab was once parked, as he bent down he noticed the cab had sped of as if in a hurry. Turning around to walk back in he noticed the cabin only had one window.

(OOC- Sorry, i had a keyboard malfunction and was struggling with trying too fix my problem, now a new keyboard and i can finish my post. Again sorry)

"This cabin belongs to someone, and you're not that someone. Who the fuck are you?"
"Did you not hear me? I asked who the fuck you are. And right now you've got one minute to answer me before you find out what happens to trespassers."

Jaysin feeling a bit ambushed, was first stunned by this young womans vernacular, seems she knows a thing or two about "shit-speak" he thought. He was raised by a brutal woman with a no holds barred approach too this "Masquerade", and one thing she taught him well was you can never bull shit a bull shitter. He thought it might had been fun to see how tough she really was but he noticed her like backing him into the corner so-to-speak, and everyone knows what happens when a cat gets cornered. Then he noticed a guy with a sword and a young fiesty peeper peeping, poor girl looked like she's been running on empty all night and needs a little gas.
My name happens to be Jaysin Alexander Ravencroft, and my "sire's" contact here in Lamar instructed me here to this cabin. I am from Kennett,MO as is my whole family. The 'Toreador' Ravencroft's, an exclusive line of cat breeding aristrocrats. I am not a torrie, i was embraced by a Gangrel. I was groomed to be a Toreador, but because of who my family was and how Kennett,MO's Prince Monica Marchbanks a Ventrue and Ravencroft family friend Banned any Gangrel from living or residing in Kennett.
So that's how i came too be here, my 'sire' released me too my own "Masqureade". Now with the help of my family who still supports me and my 'sire's' contact i was instructed here, i know i must ask the Prince if i may take up residence and so forth. I do not plan on causing or being any trouble, all i really want is to be left alone with my two cats but my whole life is not how it was supposed to be in the first place so no i am a family outcast and trekking as a nomad in the dark night. I respect the traditions and follow all laws, i just need to be shown to the right person is all.

Jaysin hoped that maybe one of them may know why he may have been sent there, looking at these strange people he felt somewhat out numbered but he had Greystoke and Prisim. Jaysin also knew their carriers were unlocked and if he felt threatened they would protect him at all costs. He may stand 5'10, 135lbs., a brown mowhawk, red an silver hazel eyes and two small cat scratches by the right corner of his mouth; but he can move like a ferocious cat in a heated battle. His roar makes other cats cower with fear and dogs run.

A picture/link too his pic i made from my sims 2 game for a pic of Jaysin my character:
http://s109.photobucket.com/albums/n...vencroft-1.jpg

Jaysin noticed the guy was being friendly with the cats, maybe he was nicer than the girl with the foul mouth, he thought if she was his sister she'd done have several bars of soap in her mouth and the night has only started.
"They are gentle creatures really, and both are quite rare, they aren't your normal domesticated house cats. These are the same size of a small terrier dog, they are Panthera Felinus. From these breeds we get our domestic short hairs and long hair breeds, and are larger than a normal house cat; just incase you may be interested in obtaining one. Many of this breed has been confused as being a witches familiar, but many were wrong. Though some may be amused by their history, i just appreciate their loyalty and devotion to me."