Collage: Owl

If you were to only use the face of this statue you could easily pick out the 'owl-ness' of the design. I like how it suggests the idea of an owl without saying it.

I like the concept of this design with the wings spread out so that there's an overall circular design. It suggests a connection between the owl and the moon, imo.

The design here looks interesting but is far too busy. I think I would remove all of the feathery bits in the body but keep the eyes and head. It pulls off 'owl' fairly well but as a stamp or design it would be way too hard to make this work IMO.

Great design - if only it was a front-on design it would be perfect.

This little guy is a charm but if you were take off the post at the top and maybe change the feet - there could be something there to work with.

I love the up-swept wings and the tail feathers are working for me as well. I would change the head as it looks almost 'impish' but this is definitely something to consider. I may try and mash things up with this one as a base.

A cool, if overly detailed owl-mask.

Wrong kind of owl but v. cool.

Character: James

You see before you a young caucasian man in his mid to late twenties who stands about six feet tall with a solid, athletic build. Blessed with what some would call rugged good looks, his blonde hair is cut short and he wears a perpetual scruff along his jaw and chin. This coupled with a pair of BRIGHT blue eyes gives him the face of a guy who's probably not spent many nights alone. Dressed in comfortable jeans, brown work boots and a t-shirt with a leather jacket, he's seen occasionally with a leather satchel slung over his shoulder.

Character College: Martin Bishop

Corp-o-crat. 'Nuff said.

Character Collage: James Macavoy

James Macavoy is a Daeva...something.

Click here for a sample of James' talent with a guitar.

Click here for another sample of James' singing talent.

Collage: Winterhaven

The village of Winterhaven rests in the middle of a mountainous valley with rocky hills surrounding it on three sides and a lake on the fourth. Surrounding the village is a thick forest of black pine trees that insulate it from the cold, winter winds that continually threaten to cover the land in ice and snow.

As you move farther away from the lake and closer to the mountains, the winter's chill brings snow that seems to blanket the land in a belt around the forest.

Far to the south, on the opposite side of the lake is the Runestone Hill with a massive set of double doors set into the side of the hill that lead to the Crystal Caves below.

The entrance to the crystal caves and the home of the Dragon who sleeps under the mountain


Deeper still in the crystal caves, you come upon the actual burial chamber of the Dragon - the Heart of Winterhaven itself.



To get to Winterhaven, you have to walk through time. A clock isn't

time, it's just numbers and springs. Pay it no mind, just walk right on

through so long as you have the right key.

One of the pathways to Winterhaven is through an old, grandfather clock that doesn't work. By winding the clock it will play a small tune - and for so long as it plays you can walk through it to get to the shard realm of Winterhaven.

Either a simple, brass key to wind the clock and let it play some weird tune.

Collage: Dalia

Character Collage: Ian

Ian, originally from Ohio but his parents moved to New York when he was 17, was attending NY University for both his BBA and MBA when his life changed. Ian had always been a fixture on the college club scene - his ability to promote certain parties, produce and coordinate various events and the like was, to some degree why he was going for a degree in business. He had no idea that his success was what brought the attention of the man who would be his sire. He had innate talent for getting people to do what he wanted them to do - not by blackmail or threats - but by convincing them that by doing what he wanted was good for them as well.

His embrace was quick. His sire, a man who posed as a club owner in New York, only met with him for an hour before he had made up his mind to change Ian's life forever. Thinking that the club owner was taking him out for a night on the town to wine and dine him so that he would either go to work for him or hold his parties at the man's club, Ian was embraced within six hours of meeting James. He spent only three nights with his sire - enough to get him past the shaky first few steps and then James vanished. There was no word or warning - but one night Ian woke up and his sire was not there. Since then he's been moving around from city to city, generally staying out of the other vampire's affairs and eventually made his way up to the Toronto area. One of the last things that his sire had told him was that the other vampires may want him dead - for some reason. Since he doesn't know why - and wasn't willing to risk it he usually stays at the fringe of vampire society and moves on when it gets too complicated to stay.

For two years he was a clanless leach that moved around the area until the Prince of New York finally ordered him gathered up and returned to his court. James was not supposed to sire any one and doing so provoked the Prince. However, since Ian had no control over what James did - the Prince released him to his sire's clan; the Ventrue.

Martin, a member of the Ventrue of New York, adopted Ian as a surrogate sire and mentor; a favor to the Primogen. Over the next twenty years, Ian discovered that not only did he like being on the 'inside' of the mask rather than the outside - but he NEEDED the vampire society of the camarilla to survive. Those two years he spent in self-imposed exile were the worst of his new 'life' and he never wanted to have to go through that again.





Ian gradually adopted the trappings of his sire and mentor's clan by becoming more 'business professional'. He discovered that people paid more attention to what he said when he gets cleaned up in a suit






Ian' Gear

Pen Knife. The simple pen also carries a small blade in the back end.

The only gift he received from his sire.

The note left by his sire, James:


His Hangouts



RELATIONS
Ian's Original Sire, James Macavoy



Ian's Foster Sire, Martin Bishop