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Jan 26, 12 at 10:35pm ^re: Soulless [M] [PM] [D+B]
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Appearance: Roughly six foot tall, 180 pounds, with dark hair tinged with silver. He has a slender appearance, most visible in a somewhat narrow face dominated by piercing brown eyes. His long, thin fingers betray his vampiric heritage.
Bio: Alexandre (Sandy to one very special person) is considered a heretic by many, a prophet by some. He is the founder and head of the Church of Eternal Light, a group composed primarily of vampires with a small but growing number of humans, all of whom believe that they have been misled spiritually and that the Almighty did indeed and still does love his many children of all races. They seek truth through prayer and meditation and adopt a life of non-violence, insomuch as the current society will allow.
Alex is usually accompanied by a tall, slender blonde female, Christina Hanrahan, believed to be his human servant.
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Jan 31, 12 at 12:26am ^re: Soulless [M] [PM] [D+B]
OoC:: Sorry this took a while.
Ilana hugged the wall just around the corner. Just out of sight of the man who had turned Aedilis to dust. The ashes were just out of sight too, though Ilana didn't even dare to poke her head out to see if she could still spot the them. She was terrified and shaking and holding her breath as well as she could.
As the man's footsteps receded, she released her breath and ran down the street she had been standing in. She dove into the first sidestreet she came across and kept going, even though it was the completely opposite direction of where she needed to go. She kept going though she was only half aware of what she was doing. She caught glimpses of the intersections she crossed, but her body seemed to carry her home on its own while her mind remained filled with the scent and sound of Aedilis' death and her own paralyzing fear. Curling back on herself, she wondered if she could've actually done anything and wished for the same at the same time. Somewhere she knew it was nonsense, yet the self-loathing thought kept returning to her street after street.
Aware that her feet were hurting, Ilana found herself leaning against the door of her dorm room. She held her head in her hand and noticed a tear running down her wrist. Feeling her eyes she found quite a few more. Still stunned by finding tears, she suddenly got the feeling she was being watched. The feeling translated well into shivering.
Taking a quick peek down the street, Ilana practically crawled inside. She pulled herself up by the inner door before using her key to open it.
Finally inside, she still didn't have any better idea of what to do or think or anything really. Reluctantly she grabbed the banister and began climbing the stairs. A hallway and another door later, she sank to her knees on the ground before she even reached her bed. Taking a deep breath, pulled herself up one last time to finally end up in bed.
Drained, exhausted, and weak. That was how Ilana felt, completely off the map, ready to sleep for a whole day. Sleep didn't come, however. She just lay there trying not to think, not to hear her heart pounding in her throat. She was apparently more afraid than she was tired, as she found her gaze wandering toward the door and the windows about every moment she wasn't actively using it. She clutched her Eeyore plushie as tight as she could, as she had done countless times when she was little. No adult was afraid of monsters in the night, not until they knew about vampires, and Ilana has just met someone who could kill them.
Ilana did eventually drift off to sleep.
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Jan 31, 12 at 6:41pm ^re: Soulless [M] [PM] [D+B]
The bright light streaming through the two south facing windows of the church office would have been blinding if not for the heavy wooden slatted blinds that filtered it to a pleasingly soft illumination. The heavy brown carpet absorbed more of the sunbeams, further dampening their effect but also helping to keep the room comfortably warm at all times. A large oaken desk dominated the office, sharing the spacious room with three comfortable chairs and a variety of decorative and functional tables.
A tall, dark-haired man sat behind the desk, his hands folded in a steeple, fingers resting lightly at the point of his chin. For the moment, his piercing brown eyes were focused on the man and woman seated in the chairs facing him. It was to the young woman that he directed his question. “How many times has he fed from you now?”
“Twice,” the girl responded, green eyes sparkling from a round, cheerful face, a somewhat unruly crop of reddish blonde hair tumbling to her shoulders. “I don’t mind it, really. In fact, I kind of like it. It’s kind of a turn on.” She refrained from giggling, an exercise in self-control that was greatly appreciated by her host.
“Karen,” the dark-haired man continued, “it’s good of you to be so positive about the experience, but I must caution you not to allow yourself to be seduced by blood-pleasure. You must retain control, and you must be able to tell him when to stop. If not, there is great danger that he could lose control, in which case he might gorge. He could kill you quite easily. He could also turn you. Neither is a terribly pleasant experience.”
The sparkle in the girl’s eyes faded slightly. She glanced down at the rug momentarily, then turned to her companion, a sturdily built youth with light brown hair and blue eyes. The concern in his eyes gave her the first taste of alarm. “Is it really that bad?” she asked.
“Yeah, it is,” the boy replied, “it’s real dangerous.” He looked to the older man, eyes narrowed and forehead creased. “I’ve fed from her three times, Brother Alexandre, but I’ve tried to keep it controlled. I don’t know if I’ve marked her or not, but I don’t think so. This is starting to make me nervous.”
“Well,” the older man smiled, “don’t let it frighten you just yet. There are many ways in which we can make this situation comfortable for both of you.” He paused, glancing up and to his left as a closed folder slid onto the desk near his left elbow. He found a tall blonde female, his secretary, placing the documents. She nodded respectfully and then retreated to a chair slightly behind and to the left of her employer. “Is this the ABL, Christina?”
“Yes, sir,” she confirmed. “I’ve made copies for Mr Zeitsev and for St Vincent’s.” Her gaze moved from the dark-tressed vampire to the younger man. As it continued to the red-haired woman, her eyes hardened, her expression darkening to one of barely concealed warning.
Alexandre smiled, the humor in his eyes dispelling the very short-lived tension. “Gently, my dear Ms Hanrahan. Miss Peters is our guest.” He then turned back to the couple. “What are your intentions for the future, if I may ask?”
The girl shrugged, her expression making it obvious that her companion would have to answer the query. He squirmed slightly in his chair, readjusting his position. “Well,” he started, “I’m really not sure yet. We’ve talked about marriage, but we’re not real sure about it.” He paused momentarily but continued quickly. “I mean, we’re in love with each other, and we want to be together but, I mean, she’s human and I’m a vamp, and we’re not really sure. . . “
The elder vampire raised his hand, receiving immediate silence. Pursing his lips, he released a light sigh. “Mikhail, you cannot be afraid of what you are. It is apparent that Miss Peters is not. Having said that, however, I commend you both on your cautious approach to the relationship you hope to establish.” He reached out to lift a cup of tea to his lips, an action that was quickly echoed by the two youths facing him. As he returned the china to the desk top, he continued. “It is sometimes a difficult choice between making a human your spouse or asking him or her to become a willing human servant. Both have advantages and both have potential difficulties. Primarily, there are some legal benefits to marriage, but the difference in our life-spans adds legal problems when we inevitably part. There are some social negatives in living as sire and human servant, but that is changing rapidly, and there is less of a stigma attached as time goes on.” A sudden twitch at the corner of the red-head’s mouth caused him to stop. “Yes, Karen?”
“Uh, Brother Alexandre,” the girl hesitated, “Mike and I have talked about this human servant idea. I think I understand, but I’m not sure. He also said that maybe he could cause me to live a longer life?”
“That is possible,” came the confirmation. “By sharing small amounts of vamprin with you when he feeds, a vampire can slowly increase a human’s life span without turning the person into a vampire. There are, of course, some side-effects, the most important of which is a certain degree of available mental influence. This influence can occasionally be strong enough to be considered control. Many humans find this a very difficult issue to live with.”
“I don’t think I’ll mind,” the girl replied, “as long as he can’t make me do things I wouldn’t do on my own.”
Alexandre canted his head, frowning. “In some cases, the control is that strong, yes. However, I would think that in your case, considering your affection for one another, that would not be an issue.”
“I can promise ya that,” Mikhail interjected quickly.
The conversation paused momentarily as the blonde leaned in to whisper a message to her employer.
“Ah, I see.” Standing upright, his six-foot frame highlighting a thin, pale face, Alexandre Sokolov flashed that dazzling smile that gave him so much success with humans, as well as many of his own kind. “My friends, I must apologize, but I have another appointment due in a moment. Would you care to schedule another session?”
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Feb 05, 12 at 10:38pm ^re: Soulless [M] [PM] [D+B]
The apartment Rinko returned to was silent. A flip of the switch lit up the eight by ten, or possibly more, living space that housed a mission-style futon, an simple draft table, and a small coffee table riddled with a few plates and dishes. The hard wood floor only accented with a single oblong carpet with black material patterned with blue butterflies. The only additional furnishing was a full length mirror near the bathroom/kitchenette entry and a three shelf bookshelf next to the entry that had a dish filled with keys and loose change. It was nothing spectacular, but then again she had never needed that much space to begin with. It had taken a lot of talking just to convince her parents she didn't need so much space.
“Eventful night.” She mumbled to herself as she walked over to the kitchen while pulling off her cardigan and tossing it onto the floor. On second thought, it wasn't that eventful. “But what was that light?”
Thinking on that, Rinko chewed on her lower lip as she rounded the breakfast bar that separated the kitchenette from the living-room space. A small motion of the hand pressed the coffee maker into brewing mode just as she slipped into the bathroom no more than a foot away from her. The small space featured the standard toilet, sink, and water-locker style shower. It only took a few moments for Rinko to discard her cloths amongst the floor, and enter into the water locker. A light touch of the controls turned the water on to room temperature settings before she just relaxed her back against the opposite wall of the waterlocker. Tilting her head back, she looked up towards the vent in which a fan idly spun within to extract moisture from the closed space.
While staring at the fan, she remembered the cats on the premisis. I need to remember to put out some food for the kittens. Rinko sighed and pushed herself from the wall to dip her head into the water. “Perhaps I should skip classes tomorrow.” All I have is a Chemistry exam anyways. It sounded like a good idea both in her head and out loud.
You shouldn't trouble yourself too much...
Dispensing soup into her hand, Rinko took in the smell of vanilla and jasmine before rubbing it into her hair and combing the suds through her short tresses. The sensation of fingertips against her scalp was more than welcome, if not a little calming. It wouldn't ease her chaotic mind though.
“But what if someone was hurt?'
It's of no consequence.
Rinko stared down at the floor of the shower as soapy water spiraled towards the drain, and her expression was lost in thoughtfulness. Her brow knit closely together at the center and her blue eyes darkened just a little in thought. Does everything just end up spiraling back to its center? To the origin?
“But what is the origin?”
It was if her mouth and larynx functioned on its own. Her hands slid out of her hair and off her scalp to allow the rest of the soap to just flow out of the dark chocolate strands. Those index fingers, together slid down and touched upon her pale tiers and her eyes shut. It was something she had gotten used to. The fragmentation of her conciousness. Ever since that day, when she had summoned up that strange light and healed that wounded child. Every now and then, her body and her mind just seemed to go in its own direction. Of course, she knew why. She had always known why. Despite knowing this, however, she could not find a means to fake it like she was normal.
You're hardly normal, Rinko-chan, she mused.
“Doesn't mean I can't try to pass for it.”
You'll just fail.
With a sigh, she finished washing herself off before hitting the buttons to turn the water off and she stepped out into the bathroom. A hand reached out for the terry robe hanging on a singular hook, and it was slipped on. Hanging off her one shoulder, the robe felt warm against the skin and soaked up the trace amounts of water from her pale flesh. As she walked out of the bathroom she felt the obvious temperature drop and stopped at the coffee maker. A brief glance elsewhere in the efficiency showed her the reflection in the full-figure mirror. She looked soaked. A helpless drowned kitten with brunette locks stuck to the sides of her pale face. Those bright blue eyes, one of the few traces of her german heiritage, stared right back at her. She shook her head, and looked back to the coffee maker. It would only take a minute to put a cup of coffee together. With the coffee in her hand she departed for the futon and just plopped down with a masterful handling of the cup so not a drop spilled.
Knees touched each other, but her legs bent at them while the cup rested between her palms upon her lap. Rinko's gaze just looking down towards the cup in an almost bored fashion. It was well into the night. She should be sleeping. I still haven't put out the food. A long sigh, and she lifted the cup to take a sip before glancing to that mirror once more. Rinko froze in place as her gaze met the one alien from her own. She knew who it was of course, but as soon as she noticed that golden and red eyed stare it seemed to flicker away back into her own.
“You're such a pain.”
But we're one in the same, Rinko-chan. I wouldn't be in you if we weren't compatable.
“You're just a delusion and my power is a bad dream.”
Your words are just as bitter as that stuff you drink.
Rinko swore she heard a giggle, yet she dismissed it. It was so hard to not think of 'The Posessor.' That constant presence that never left her, and never would. She took another sip of coffee before sitting it on the coffee table and walking to the kitchen to pull out the bag of Meow-Mix. The scoop was in it already, and she carried it off with her out the front door. Once outside her door, she felt the cool bite of the night air and she noticed a cat with emerald eyes peaking over a corner. A sweet smile touched her lips and she squated down while resting the bag on the ground.
“Here kitty, kitty.” She said with that come-hither signal produced by index finger.
The feline mewed.
“It's okay, I got food.”
Rinko dropped her hand, and got the scoop out before filling the large pet dish in front of her door with the kitty-kibble. Both sides were filled, and several mewlings were heard. The neighbors hated her for it, but she had always fed the area strays just outside her door. Once that was done she took the bag inside and just left it at the door. Instead of going back to the couch she just went over to the mirror and stood in front of it.
“If it wasn't for you,” Rinko stated softly as she moved to place fingertips along the reflective surface, “I would not have a body like this one.”
But you're beautiful, Rinko. The reflection flickered like it did earlier, but this time the image remained. Just because you're not really a girl, doesn't mean you have to hate me. We were practically made for each other after all. A pair of eyes, mismatched, looked back into Rinko's and hair was so long and straight it was enviable in its beauty. The skin was pale as well, and her lips—a soft pink—curled into a pleasant smile. She wore the same terry-cloth robe as Rinko did, but it was painfully obvious how feminine her figure was compared to slender and flat-chested Rinko. Just because you have the body of a boy but the mind, soul, and heart of a girl...
“Whatever, you do nothing but make me look crazy anyways.” The embittered Rinko stated before walking away to the futon and sitting back down to drink to coffee. A couple more sips and she just plopped on her side and stared at the plain white porcelain piece. “I wish you hadn't been born within me.”
If it wasn't for you I could just be normal. Completely normal.
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Feb 12, 12 at 7:15pm ^re: Soulless [M] [PM] [D+B]
Name: James Madeno
Appearance: He has medium length black hair that is always combed back. He wears a long black trench coat, usually left open with a red formal shirt on. He also wears fancy black boats and black formal pants. He is able to change his form to produce bat wings coming from his back, and have sharp claws protruding from his fingers.
Bio: When he was a boy at the age of 16l, rumors of vampires being in the nearby abandoned castle started spreading around his village. Curious James went to investigate. Exploring a majority of the castle he found nothing but dust and cobwebs until he came upon the dungeons. Here he found 3 different coffins. Unknown to James, it had turned to night while he was exploring the castle. The two vampires that emerged from the coffins closest to him where about to strike, when an elderly one had stopped them. THe older vampire had made a proposition to James, he could either forget he had seen them and leave, or join them and become a vampire. James, who had been very intrigued by a vampire abilities, agreed to become one. Now 1000 years later for him, he has outlived his original companions, who had been killed by vampire hunters. He now teaches new vampires about how to utilize their abilities to their fullest potential.
Dot Dot Dot :3
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