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Dorian

Sun Sep 4, 2016 6:11 PM Post Subject: Practice Makes Perfect [R]

Dorian

Character Info

Name: Dorian

Age: 25

Alignment: CE

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Class: Sea Witch

Silver: 2329

Aside from the ocean herself, what he loved most about Srednyimor was how many different types of specimens there were here. From elves to dwarves, orcs to humans, so many were always coming and going for one reason or another and that left him with a full pantry. So to speak. As it was he needed to collect more blood, but the process was so tedious that he was beginning to grow tired. Not of the activity of course, just in general. His arms were sore from their tension in being so carefully precise. His fingers, while deft, were in need of cracking from how many small instruments he had handled that day. Thank goodness for the lax laws here or it would have been a more grating task when it came to disposing of the bodies.

In truth he only needed about two pints each per person, and for some of the more diminutive races that left them weak. The last one he’d left alive and well, he just didn’t have the energy to kill them but maybe after some sustenance he’d seek them out again to finish what he’d started…It wasn’t that he necessarily needed to kill them, he just, well…enjoyed it. Aside from that it also served a purpose: the more painful and aggressive the host was, the more active their blood and more primed their energy would be. Which would mean less charging from him when it came time to use it, and more power to feed the magick. Yes, killing had a purpose other than the fact that he simply loved doing it.

As it was though he needed food so that he could continue on, and perhaps even scout out a new race to take from wherever he went. Another great thing about this place? No one questioned what he was. Technically he was a human being, but his time and devotion to the ocean had started to change him: his skin, while it should have been deepened in his natural olive complexion, was extremely pale. Blue lines snaked up the sides of his neck to his jaw, up the undersides of his arms to his wrists, down his spine, a deep teal blue that might have been mistaken for extremely pronounced veins but were actually evidence of where his fusion with the sea had begun. The almost luminescent sheen of his unnaturally aquamarine eyes: all of these things could have easily led a person to believe he wasn’t a human…sometimes he liked it that way.

While he normally let his black hair flow naturally to his mid back, today he had it tied up. It had been tight at the beginning of the day, but as the hours ticked by and he had become more consumed in his work, a few dark strands had pulled free and hung around his face. Moving up to a louder establishment than the rest on this street, he forced a smile to the man at the front. He nodded as he was led to a stool at the bar between two men that would have been better off being seated side by side for how loudly they were shouting at each other. He loved places like this: he loved seeing individuals at their most raw. Also it usually meant he went unnoticed. With luck he’d have a good meal and make an interesting find…

(( OOC: Another one of my alt accounts! :D - Anton ))

Sweet Revenge

Tue Sep 6, 2016 12:36 AM Post Subject: Practice Makes Perfect [R]

Sweet Revenge

Character Info

Name: Angelique Vladimir

Age: 247

Alignment: TN

Race: Vampire

Gender: Female

Class:

Silver: 1041

As the ship pulled up at the dock, the vampire’s bright blue eyes looked over the ocean once more. A smile lined her lips seeing the sun shine off the blueish green water. It had been a long time since she had seen the sea with vampire’s eyes, and she couldn’t stop looking at it. “Angelique.” The sudden voice behind her made her turn to see her maker standing on the dock. He was waiting for her. With a sigh, she walked off the ship. She could stare at the ocean all day.

They were stopping at the small island for something to eat, before continuing on to Canelux. They couldn’t eat anyone on the ship because people would grow suspicious and they couldn’t have that. Unlike other vampire’s they were always smart and tried to live among the people while eating them in the shadows. Walking walking off the pier, they headed deeper into the town. “I’ll meet up with you later at the Inn.” He said while pulling the hood of his cloak over his head. He was now in the hunt, and she was going to do the same. With a nod, they both headed off in different directions.

Angelique’s eyes glanced around at all the different people walking around. Many of the shops and venders were open on this sunny day which made people gather around the town center. A gentleman who seemed like he was drunk started to walk down a nearby alley. Following him, she sighed, this wasn't much of a hunt, but she was hungry. In a swift movement, she appeared in front of the man. Before he could make a sound, she covered his mouth and bite down on his neck. The hunger inside her seem to take over and she didn't stop when the heart slowed. Instead, a few minutes passed and he was dropped onto the ground. "Shit. Well that wasn't much blood." She cursed while putting her hands on her hips. With a sigh, she needed to dispose of the body. This part always annoyed her, so she tried not to kill anyone.

It didn't take long for her to get rid of the body and head back into the town. Seeing an inn nearby where she was once before, she headed inside. Entering the double doors, she looked at the opening to her left. It was filled with different types of races. The bar was the only thing really open. She needed a drink. She hadn't had one in such a long time. Talking over to the bar, she took a seat next to a man with long black hair and pale skin. She didn't turn to look at him, but waved to the barkeep. As he walked over from behind the bar, she took off the hood of thick black cloak off, the fur on the edge of the hood was soft against her fingers. Her long wavy brown hair fell down her back escaping the hood. "What can I get you miss?" He asked as he grabbed a mug near by to wipe it. "Some whiskey," she asked while grabbing a few coins from her pockets of her tight black pants. Tossing them onto the bar, he grabbed them while setting down the drink of the wooden bar, nodded and walked off.

The instant the cup hit the bar, she grabbed it and brought it to her lips. How she missed the taste of liqueur.

Dorian

Tue Sep 6, 2016 7:02 PM Post Subject: Practice Makes Perfect [R]

Dorian

Character Info

Name: Dorian

Age: 25

Alignment: CE

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Class: Sea Witch

Silver: 2329

After about ten minutes of sitting between the two conversing men he found himself having to use more restraint than he was used to, to keep from attacking them both. Instead he stared straight ahead, eyes half lidded in irritation as he leaned forward on his arms. His eyes closed as his hands clenched into fists, and just as he was about to send water into their lungs he heard a stool push back. The energy he’d primed was still on edge, ready to be unleashed, but as he opened his eyes he saw that they were leaving the bar; finding some other place to continue their conversation. Well…maybe he’d just find them later. Even if they were leaving now, they had still been more than a little annoying.

At least he could eat and drink in peace now. Rather than use the utensils provided, he carefully picked at his food with his fingers, lightly sucking on the ends of them whenever he needed to. The tender seemed to just know not to try and start any small talk with him, and thankfully left him to his own thoughts. He went over his plans in his head: he still needed to get a few more jars filled, make it back to his temporary encampment, cleanse and prepare them, and do an evening circle. All before dawn. So far he was making good time.

A woman came in and sat next to him, but he hardly paid her any mind as he continued to work things out in his head; taking stock of what he’d been able to obtain so far. Human was out of the question, he already had more of their blood than he knew what to do with they were so common. Orc wasn’t right for the type of magick he dealt in, so his small supply would be more than enough. Lycan was always good, but he’d just find a pack of them if he wanted any more since they didn’t always walk the streets.

Angel was so…disgustingly pure that he only worked with it if he needed something for balancing levels. Elves were so wispy that you had to go through at least five of them to get anything worth keeping. The tender returned and silently took his finished plate but left his glass of water where it was. He took it between his fingers, looking into it and watching the half melted ice slowly swirl…until it stopped against the edge of his glass. His eyebrows furrowed and the turned the glass, watching the ice move with his turn…and then go right back to the same edge. He looked up, but no one was paying him any attention.

One more time he tilted the glass and then brought it up to his lips, drinking it down halfway and resting it back on the bar top though he kept it between his fingers. And again the ice swivelled to that same edge as if pulled by a magnet. He didn’t move, only turned his eyes in that direction to see the woman that had sat next to him. Huh… The corner of his lips slowly tugged up into a smirk and then all of a sudden it was gone as he sat up straighter; tipping the glass against his lips and chewing on the ice now instead; it was cold as he swallowed it down his throat and he delighted in it.

Now that he was paying attention to her he recognized immediately that she wasn’t human: her energy was all wrong for that, but there were traces, something lingering…He could almost make it out, either way one thing was for certain: she was interesting. And he immediately wanted her blood. His eyebrows rose, eyeing the now empty glass she had been drinking from, “You’d think you hadn’t had a drop in centuries.”

(( OOC: Another one of my alt accounts! :D - Anton ))

Sweet Revenge

Mon Sep 12, 2016 6:56 PM Post Subject: Practice Makes Perfect [R]

Sweet Revenge

Character Info

Name: Angelique Vladimir

Age: 247

Alignment: TN

Race: Vampire

Gender: Female

Class:

Silver: 1041

Holding back a sigh, Angelique drink the last bit of whiskey in her cup. The liquid that went down her throat felt amazing. Everything was always different when you were a vampire. More intense, more thrilling, more bright and beautiful.

The sudden voice beside her made the vampire smirk. Her fang flashed at him. “I haven’t.” She said. Thinking she did indeed have a drink when she was human, but this was different. With that she stood, she needed to see if her Maker was done. It was taking him unusually long. “Thanks barkeep.” She said tossing a coin at him, which he caught at the last moment. With a nod, she walked out of the restaurant and out the front door.

As soon as she exited the Inn, Angelique’s vampire ears heard his voice. With a confused look, she slowly walked to the side of the Inn; unsure who he was talking to. While keeping herself hidden, she listen to him speak. “Clyde is being stubborn. He should’ve told Angelique that he was her true father.” Nikolaus sudden words twisted her heart. She stood frozen as her mind exploded. “No…” She thought as her eyes stared off into nothing.

“Her father? I thought that was Margaret's husband.” A woman’s voice came from the same area as Nikolaus. At her words he shook his head, “No. Margaret’s true love was Clyde. Always was. That husband of her’s was evil and wouldn’t let her go…. That was until he found out Angelique , then he killed her mother…. If it wasn’t for Clyde asking me to keep Angelique safe, she would be dead now.” Who was he talking to? Angelique couldn’t move to look. “Poor girl. You must tell her. She deserves to know.” The woman said to him with a sigh. “I can’t…It is not my place… Anyway. I must to see her, she is waiting for me inside.” At his last words, the young vampire was finally able to move, and hurried off into the crowd.

Replacing her hood back over her head, she walked quickly and far away from the inn. It wasn’t till she felt uneasy that she turned down a nearby alley. Her hand held her as she leaned over beside the wall. Her stomach wrenched and came up. The blood she had drunk was now all over the stones beneath her feet. If she could breath, she would be hyperventilating. Moving to lean against the wall, she closed her eyes. “Clyde is my father…” She thought to herself and there was no doubt in her mind that this was the truth. Her heart ached and her stomach was hungry. She didn’t want to care anymore. She didn’t want to feel anymore. Feeling the switch in her mind, she didn’t fight it anymore.

In an instant, her emotions were gone.

Dorian

Sweet Revenge

Dorian

Sweet Revenge

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