Madelyn Bartlett | Nekomata May 9, 2021 23:26:03 GMT -5
Post by Madelyn on May 9, 2021 23:26:03 GMT -5
Full Name: Madelyn Bartlett
Age/Date Of Birth: June 23th, 1854
Occupation: It varies. She’s been a bartender multiple times, singer for small bars, has been studying throughout the years and working small jobs to keep her income in order to live simply but comfortably. She has a masters degree in communications, worked for the LAPD as a part of the detective bureau, and was almost done with law school by 2021, but left it incomplete because she ended up in Zeppelin.
Species Group: Nekomata
Play-By: Halston Sage
Shapeshifting: Nekomata can take the form of a human to hide their true form.
Dream Manipulation: Nekomata are able to enter others dreams but cannot control anything inside them. They are also able to absorb/destroy/eat/steal dreams or nightmares of others, storing them as a power source or sharing/passing them on. The effects of having one's dreams stolen vary greatly. Victims of dream theft may become unable to sleep properly, lose their creativity or even go completely insane. In some cases, there may not be any side effects at all, particularly if the dream is merely being shared or copied rather than completely removed.
Subconscious Manipulation: Nekomata who are closely related to the alpha are able to tap into the subconscious of an individual. They are able to do this because that is where dreams resign, in the subconscious mind. They are able to make eye contact with the individual and give them commands that they will then act out. While receiving commands from the Nekomata, the victim’s pupils will enlarge and they will be in a trance-like state. When doing this, the Nekomata’s pupil will turn into a cat like slit.
Super Strength: All Nekomata are much stronger than humans.
Super Speed: Nekomata are incredibly fast in both forms.
Super Stamina: Nekomata don’t tire easily at all, being able to pursue a target for a few days if needed.
Super Agility: Nekomata have amazing balance, making them almost impossible to be knocked down. They are also able to jump higher than a normal human could.
Super Senses: All Nekomata have super hearing, can see in the dark, and can smell things more intensely than a human can.
Fangs: Nekomata have very strong fangs that they can also manifest while in human form.
Claws: All Nekomata have very sharp claws that they can also manifest while in human form.
Fire Manipulation: Nekomata are able to control a haunting blue colored fire to some extents. They are able to catch their cat form aflame, almost seeming like they are made of the blue fire. They are able to shoot small blue balls of fire at enemies from the mouths when in cat form, or from their hands while in human form. The fire can also be used in the form of blasts, like a flamethrower.
Immortality: Nekomata can possibly live forever, they do not age or catch deadly illnesses like a human. In order to kill a Nekomata, they must die a total of 9 times. After each death, the Nekomata will remain dead for a period of time before coming back to life, this can range anywhere from a few minutes to possibly hours.
Hallowed Event Perks
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Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Outdoor activities
❤ Horror Movies
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Rude bitches
✗ Not being in control
✗ Her insecure side
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ To lose control over her instincts again
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Her goal is to accept herself and to be accepted
Personality: Maddie is a deeply emotional woman, she's usually loving and full of emotions and believes in deep emotional connections with people rather than general socializing. Although she feels deeply, she will keep most people at arm's length most of the time, not trusting them enough to open up and instead showing them a rather tougher exterior she’s developed through the years. Her personality is a dichotomy between her true softer and caring side which is hidden underneath the rough exterior she puts up to protect herself due to past experiences, where she pretends she’d rather not deal with emotions and feelings and instead shrugs them off with a sarcastic or witty comment.
Madelyn has a strong personality and can be considered what some people call an extroverted introvert; she's very sensitive to her environment: the ambiance of a place can either energize or drain her, and the effect it has on her might depend on how comfortable she is at the moment. Maddie can enjoy a very crowded nightclub with loud music if she feels like it, but other times it can make her want to crawl into a ball and disappear—this has a lot to do with how insecure she can be, because despite of the outgoing and confident persona she portrays for world to see, the Nekomata is inwardly very self conscious and prone to bring herself down. She suffers from an untreated Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD), which means she’s constantly worried, restless and has trouble with concentration often hyper-focusing and even fixating on things because she can display subtle obsessive-compulsive traits when it comes to keeping herself from making a mistake or understanding things that she doesn’t get. Although these symptoms are mostly things people don’t see because she has learned to live with them for such a long time, she hides them very well.
All in all, Madelyn is a friendly, outgoing person to anyone who meets her, but she takes no bullshit and will not deal with people she doesn’t like or with anything she deems unfair. She is scared of failure and rejection, and so she hides underneath a mask of “no-fucks-given” most of the time, but will let people in if she feels they deserve it.
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Suppresses feelings
✦ Can be a bit of a deserter
Parents: Charles and Michaella Bartlett
Siblings: She has two older brothers, Elijah and Benjamin
Other Family: None of importance
Important Others: Kyle Welch, Kieran Ward
History: The 1850s was a pivotal decade in the 19th century. In the United States, tensions over the institution of slavery became prominent and dramatic events were hastening the nation's movement towards civil war. In Europe, new technology was celebrated and the great powers were fighting the Crimean War, and somewhere in the State of New York, Charles and Michaella Bartlett were living quietly, trying to avoid hearing the world’s noise while they planned their life together. In 1854 Madelyn was born.
It was a decade of changes, with both Britain and France declaring war to Russia in 1854 and starting what is known as the Crimean War, Maddie’s parents decided to flee Versailles in search of a quieter, calmer life, due to the fact that Michaella was pregnant; they sailed to the port of New York so that their youngest daughter could be born in a safer world than the one they knew, arriving to America with their two older sons, Elijah and Benjamin, just two months before the little girl was born. They were no ordinary family, all of them had a secret that no man could know if they wanted to keep their quiet life: a family of Nekomatas. Supernatural creatures that would be hunted by men if they knew of their existence; this is why they chose a somewhat secluded life, in the outskirts of the city. The couple bought a small farm house to raise their kids. Elijah, the elder brother was 7 by the time they got to this new country, followed by Benjamin who was not a day older than 4. And then little Madelyn came to the world. And they were happy, for some years they lived without anyone noticing anything weird about them. The world kept turning, and Maddie got to experience what a real family, a nice environment was like throughout her childhood, the only worries she had were but the same as any other kid and family would have had back in that time.
Changes were coming back in the day, Charles and Michaella would argue about whether he should get involved with what was happening in Kansas, wanting to fight for the rights of those who were being oppressed just because of how they looked like, because of who they were. When pre-war troubles started in 1855 in Kansas, what we now know as "Bleeding Kansas", the Bartletts wanted to be on the right side of history, fighting to help but also fearful of getting involved since it had been war that had pushed them away from their home in France. Civil war was coming, it was imminent, and it was Charles’ very nature wanting to symbolically fight for equal rights because of who he was, who his family was. And this is why, when Madelyn was 6 years old, she saw her father march towards war; even if he didn’t have to, even if that’s what he’d been running from before she was born, Maddie was taught to fight for what was right from a very young age; these teachings being the reason of why the couple had ultimately decided to take a stand and to fight. Michaella wasn’t worried after all, her husband much like herself was a Nekomata, a creature that was a lot harder to kill than an average man.
But life has a way of teaching us of its delicate nature, and as months went by and no sign from Charles came, Michaela started worrying. Her three kids were asking about their father, but he was not coming back, he never would: there had been a raid, a surprise attack involving a fire and her husband died fighting. From that moment on their lives changed: they were more careful, Michaela made sure to teach her children how to use their abilities and how to mix with the humans and pretend they were “normal”, to stay away from conflict and not get involved with matters that didn’t directly involve them. And from that very young age, Maddie disagreed with her. She would always argue with her mom about how her father would’ve wanted them to help, to be a part of change, to be the good guys, but the death of Charles had hit them all deeply and Madelyn’s mother was scared of losing another member of their family. And so their life went on, they trained constantly in secret, Elijah being the oldest brother would teach both Benjamin and Maddie all that he knew and Michaela would help with new knowledge and new abilities because she was a very old creature, and she knew how to use their powers to a T.
And changes kept coming: the world was evolving and changing vertiginously, fast and turning into a better place: industries, buildings, technology breakthroughs one after the other. Until that fateful July 28, in 1914. Things were bad for a while, changing and spiraling into yet another conflict. One month before the war started, a Serbian-nationalist terrorist group called the Black Hand sent groups to assassinate Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary, and the Bartletts knew right away what was coming. By then, Madelyn was already 60 human years old, but was still considered by her family a “baby”, which in times infuriated her—granted, back in that time women didn’t have the same rights they do today, and at the very least, her being considered their baby freed her from obligations like getting married, which to her was very comforting, not having to worry about nuisances of that nature. Her family was, after all, not conventional and she was allowed to train and become a warrior of sorts, to read and educate herself with her mother as a mentor. But the world was about to change everything she knew, once again.
Although America wasn’t involved, World War I dragged France into it and Elijah had decided he wanted to fight for his country, even if he was by now an American man through and through, it was his way of honoring his family and his father. It blew up their lives, the fights between him and Michaela were constant about it and it got to a point where she threatened to chain him in the basement, as terrified as she was of losing yet another member of her family just because the humans were fighting each other again. Somehow, she convinced her son to stay, and they kept training, kept living as if nothing was happening. And then the interwar period came. Despite the relatively short period of time, this was an era of significant changes worldwide. Petroleum-based energy production and other developments led to the Roaring Twenties, a period of economic prosperity and growth for the middle class in North America, Europe, Asia and many other parts of the world. Cars, electric lighting, radio broadcasts and more became common among populations in the developed world, because if anything, a war leads to a period of development, of thriving and indulgence; and these indulgences of the era subsequently were followed by the Great Depression, an unprecedented worldwide economic downturn that severely damaged many of the world's largest economies.
By then, Maddie had learned that things never stay the same, but they always return to what they were at some point: she thought of it as a pendulum, they went from bad to good and good to bad over and over again in a never ending circle, it was a knowledge that started taking root deep within her, and it gave her a feeling of unease that she couldn’t get rid of. Nothing was for certain, people die, they leave you. But she kept fighting the pessimistic ideas because she had her family, her brothers and her mom were there for her, always, and that was more than she could ever ask. But no positive thinking could keep her heart from breaking when life hit them once again: the rise of communism and fascism were a danger she could foresee, and the war that took place afterwards not only changed the world forever, but her own life.
It had been over 20 years since the World War had ended, but things were once again starting to get bad between countries. With Adolf Hitler leading german troops and invading the way he was doing it, it didn’t take long for America to intervene. The year was 1941, and this time there was nothing Michaela could do to stop what was about to happen.
Elijah wasn’t the one who wanted to join the war this time, it was Benjamin. He considered himself as American as he could be, and thought it was his duty to take a stand and join the troops. This time, they weren’t too fond of the idea of one of them going to war, Nekomata or not, because the last time their supernatural abilities hadn’t been enough to keep Charles alive. But Benjamin was already an old man, even if he didn’t look like it, and he left either way and to this day? Maddie hasn’t seen him again. And that event was all it took to break her family to pieces. She couldn’t understand why Benjamin had chosen to leave, what would be so important and so pressing that he would choose death over them, and even if her head could understand deep within, past the fear of losing him, her gut was telling her that it hadn’t been right. And she needed to understand that all by herself.
So Madelyn left her home, she could see how things in their hometown were not the same, how her mother couldn’t get over the fact that Benjamin was gone and how nothing, not even her or Elijah could pull her out of her grief. They had stayed past their welcome too, throughout the years they’d had to leave the farm house twice due to how young they looked, and it seemed like now would be a perfect time to do it again… only this time, she left all by herself.
What Madelyn didn’t consider was the fact that by leaving, she would not only have to face the world without her family but also herself, her instincts. Since she’d lived her entire life protected by her mother, who had taught her how to “be good” and feed only by eating animals whenever the cravings were too bad, Maddie had never really faced the ethical decision of “what to do”; and now she had to prove to herself that she was as good as she believed she was… and failed. At first it was easy, to just live a normal life, getting herself a car and deciding to drive across the States, her own little adventure; but despite her keeping her father’s words always in mind: to be good, to be virtuous and prove to the world that they were not monsters—the animal within her surfaced when she least expected it: she had been hiking in Colorado, enjoying a couple of days away from civilization, when a couple came her way. It was as if she couldn’t even stop and think about what was happening, her entire body tensed up, hidden where she was as the two unaware humans walked not too far from her. Without even realizing what she’d been doing, the Nekomata shifted into her feline form, preying silently on the two hikers and feeling the thrill of the game oozing out of her pores. That day she killed, and she enjoyed it.
The next couple of years were a constant spiraling, a fight between her rational mind and the want to stay good and her instincts, the exhilarating feeling of power that came not only from the kill itself but also the way it enhanced her own abilities. Madelyn realized that killing was like any other addiction, she knew it was wrong, it was destroying who she was, but at the same time? She couldn't stop, kept relapsing and straying from the path she considered was “good”, what her family had taught her. Finding it impossible to either come to terms with this new version or herself or go back to who she was, Maddie ended up isolating herself, fighting her own mind and questioning everything she knew. Was she good enough? Maybe this was what she’d always been, she felt uneasy even when she wasn’t killing, was scared of what could happen, felt she wasn’t good enough to even talk to her family anymore. A part of her knew that it was irrational, that she could take control, but did she even want to, really? She struggled, suffered through it thinking there was no way out and started hiding underneath a tougher exterior; she was no longer the caring, open girl she’d been once and instead of that, Madelyn distanced herself from the rest, kept them all at arms length, not trusting them much like she didn’t trust herself. She started having only superficial relationships, not connecting to people because she felt that, in a way, they would all leave in the end, maybe due to who she was, or who they were. It seemed to be the pattern after all.
The 1950s were a very interesting time for her, a stressful but quite fun decade to live in. She moved to New York where she tried to find distractions to her dangerous impulse control issues; Madelyn started frequenting the music scene, meeting famous people and joining them in their parties—she thought that maybe, replacing one addiction with another would help her, so drugs and alcohol became a new problem adding to how she was barely keeping it together, trying not to kill people and to go back to feeding strictly on animals, but she kept slipping up constantly. One night she would be partying with Frank Sinatra, meeting interesting people and the next she’d be hiding in an alley, draining a man or a woman to death. It was during this time that she met both Lucas Rhodes (even though she knows him as Johnny Rhodes) and Chris Anderson although they weren’t friends, more like acquaintances that went to the same party, knew the same people.
And sometime during the 50s everything changed for her. It had been a bad night, she’d been trying to stay away from a particular man that her impulsive side had been preying on for hours. Maddie got drunk in hopes of forgetting all about feeding on him but somehow, once again, she ended leaving the party with him and dragged him to an alley. She had been feeding when someone found her: Kyle Welch. He was most definitely not human either, she could tell right away, and he came at her with a strength Madelyn had never seen before, attempting to kill her for what she’d been doing. And one other thing she noticed, was that he was struggling not to kill the poor, bleeding man himself, which she used to explain. Terrified, and not wanting to die in that alley, Madelyn explained to the vampire; she told him that she’d been trying to stop, that her instincts were killing her, turning her into something she didn’t want to be. Apparently Kyle saw something in her, he believed her story and told her that she needed to leave the city, to get away from the crowds, the constant temptations and the other elements that were pushing her off the edge like drugs and alcohol. They left together; turns out, Kyle himself had been struggling with his own murderous instincts for over a decade already, he was a very old being, a very kind hearted man that had his own demons and Maddie took a liking to him. She admired the ancient vampire and little by little, as he helped her fight her urges, they became very close. He saved her, and she likes thinking that by doing so, she also helped him, in a way; they stuck together for years, decades even, becoming very close friends. It was like having a family all over again, and it reminded Madelyn of who she used to be, of what both her parents had taught her; and that’s why eventually she decided she needed to part ways with Kyle so that she could try to get by by herself—it had been the solitude what had led her to lose herself, and the Nekomata needed to prove to herself that she could be good without someone else watching over her. She never lost contact with Kyle, never really stopped caring for him one bit and being immortal as they both were? Time didn’t really mean anything, and so going separate ways didn’t really take a toll on their friendship.
By the summer of 1999, Madelyn was working as a bartender at a bar in San Francisco. She had seen a man getting drunk there a couple of nights in a row; he seemed troubled so one night after closing, Maddie decided to follow him out, worried that he would get robbed, or worse. To her surprise, she found him feeding off a human being; it reminded her of herself, of who she had been all those decades ago, and even though her first instinct was to run away from it, to not put herself through the dangers of that temptation—seeing someone else feeding like that made it hard for her own instincts not to kick in, after all—, her mind went to Kyle and how he had helped her back when it had been her in that position. She stopped the man, and decided to take him under her wing in a way, opening her home to him. His name was Kieran Ward, and he ended up living at her apartment for a while. Madelyn helped him, seeing a little of herself in him, and they grew close even though Kieran wasn’t too open with her. She knew he’d had a fiancé that wasn’t there anymore but wasn’t aware of what had happened; the Nekomata also knew that Kieran was very close to his sire, but that they had been fighting lately and that’s why he’d ended up alone there at the bar. Their friendship was the kind where they kept each other company, and she made sure to help with his bloodthirst, trying to get him to feed only from animals the way she did. But one day, Grayson knocked at the door (or more like showed up at the bar), he wasn’t too happy about how Kieran had been staying with her and took off with Kieran not too long after. Madelyn got the feeling that despite the blind loyalty the younger vampire had for his creator, he wouldn’t have been able to stay even if he wanted to, but she didn’t quite understand why.
They stayed in touch, more or less, but something else kept her attention elsewhere: Kyle. He went missing; they had always stayed in touch even if they hadn’t seen each other for a while, so for the old vampire to stop responding just like that? It was weird, and Madelyn got worried. She quit her job and started looking for him without succeeding, it was as if he'd disappeared off the face of the Earth, and even though it was a possibility, Maddie refused to believe he'd been killed. Kyle was ancient after all, a strong vampire, and it wouldn’t be easy to kill him. But no matter how hard she tried, she wasn’t able to find him. And then one day? It was her turn to disappear. She had been finishing her years in college, this time she’d chosen to go to law school in Columbia, back in New York, and one day as she opened the door to get into the classroom? What she walked into was a house. A huge house. She explored, tried to get back to the city but one thing was clear: “Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.”
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Experience: 13 years
Other Characters: Rebecca, Odette, Janet, Castiel, JT, Amber, Heather, Bridget, Jason, Reagan, Astrid, Brody, Isabel
RP Sample: The night was cold, colder than it should have been in the middle of summer even for New Orleans and its dense fog. It was a thing, the weather acting weird whenever the witches were at it and Thea knew that all too well, remembering how things were back when she was a kid. Back then she didn’t understand it, though, and the fact that her mother had decided not to take part of the coven made her even more of a stranger to the magic within her blood. But now? Now that her childhood was part of her past and after her parents got killed by the witches because of the very same reason that had made her a normal human being, unbeknown of her family’s roots… now she was back to get rid of them all. And it was cold, so cold that the air chilled her bones and made her shake; or maybe the shaking was due to the anticipation and the fear of what the blonde was about to face. She wasn’t an expert after all: only a twenty years old girl with a mission and the will to go through with it: kill the witches, kill them all.
So she walked down the street towards the Saint Louis Cemetery No. 1 where she knew the coven would be, the fog keeping her eyes from what was more than a couple steps ahead and the click-clacking of her boots the only sound as they hit the concrete of the road. No cars, no people, no animals. Black magic has that effect, you know? Keeping everything away when it’s acting and killing anything that tries to stand on its way. But the huntress was prepared. She’d gotten a very old gun, said to be forged in Hell itself and supposedly, it would kill any witch or monster or demon without a chance of them ever coming back. The Godkiller. So while walking, the young woman thought about how she’d gotten where she was: the way her aunt Patrice had tried to convince Allison —Thea’s little sister— to become a dark witch, a part of the New Orleans coven, how it had resulted in both sisters not talking to each other for over a year despite the elder Rogers’ attempts to fix things, to keep her baby sister from turning into such a pitiful, disgusting thing until there was no choice left but to kill every single witch in the coven. Her own family, her blood. But she was a hunter of the supernatural and killing things like the ones she was about to face? It was her duty. If only she’d been doing it for more than a couple months now.
But now she walked, her attempts to keep her mind from veering into memory lane and anxiety from spiking into higher and higher levels failing miserably… it had been too long since the last time she’d been in the city and the huntress never thought she’d come back, even less to kill the witches that she so desperately wanted to ignore and forget. And as her brain wandered and her thoughts became more and more erratic, the white, thick walls of Saint Louis No. 1 became visible little by little, the black gates opened as if inviting her in and the fog coming out of them almost as if it was coming from inside of it. Maybe it was, she was about to find out. Stopping to check the M1911 that was tucked at the small of her back with the bullets created especially to kill witches and then wrapping her hand around the belt that carried the holster that kept the Godkiller safe, Thea’s blue-green eyes finally glanced up to read the plaque with the cemetery’s name on it. Just a moment, one moment to decide whether she could do this or not, whether she could take on a dozen unnaturally powerful witches all by herself only driven by the anger and resentment, the pain they’d caused. Questioning herself, she breathed in deeply, frowned and cleared her throat as if trying to get rid of the feeling of a lump in there and finally, she took a step forward...
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