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Obscene Symphony said
On theeantime though, we can continue, right? I mean, its probably important not to let anyone know about Viorica's brother, but there's always the news of the newborns.Oh, I feel I should mention to those playing elders that while my character calls himself Mitch, they'll probably call him Mitchell because proper. I also intended him to be kind of like a nephew or something, not quite at the level of the others. *shrug*

Who said it was her brother? And yes you guys can continue. Just say that Viorica huffed at the new arrivals of the newborns who stuck their noses where they didn't belong and retired to her room.

Obsidian: Wyverns

I won't be able to post in the IC for around a week because of a family emergency, but I will be able to read and post in the OOC.

Forgotten (Vampire Roleplay)

Yeah, go right ahead. Um, I will be able to post in OOC but I will not be able to post in the IC for a while. I just don't have the time to right up a post right now because of a family incident. I'm not going to say I'm sorry for taking time off (no offense) because family comes before RPing but I'm sorry that this incident came up to prevent me from posting.

I might be able to get a post up in a few days, or a week, it really depends on what happens and I can't give a solid time slot.

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Obscene Symphony said
Huzzah! Mitchell Shae Garmen Male 89 (turned at age 19) (unfortunately, I have yet to find a picture that suits him)Mitch's most striking feature would absolutely be his height. Standing at an astonishing 6'7, he's impossible not to notice. He has a slight frame, weighing only a stretched-out 165lbs. His skin is the pale, flawless tone of many a vampire, and his hair is jet black, shining almost blue in the light. His eyes are a slightly blueish-grey, and his face has a kind look to it. His limbs are long and lanky, with large feet and hands, proportionate to his limbs. He has a small scar running diagonally through his left eyebrow, starting slightly above the middle of his eyebrow and angling downward toward the outer corner of his eye. He does not remember how he got this. Mitch is a kind soul, with a witty mind and a good sense of humour. His outlook on life is far less bleak than his peers, as he strives to see the brighter side of things. He is fiercely loyal and quite protective, although he cannot remember why, as he has never needed to protect any of the vampires in the clan. He assumes it's something from his past life. He will not hesitate to speak up for what he believes or defend someone he deems deserving of defence. While he tends to be compassionate, he has standards; he will not help someone whom he knows can help themselves (this more relates to deeper issues than a pulled-out chair or regular, everyday favours). He is polite and cordial, although not so much as Evelyn, of course. He was raised in a time where chivalry was still alive, but not when it was as extreme as some older vampires may remember. Around the elder members of the makeshift coven, he is cordial, polite and relaxingly humorous. He holds true to the idea that knowing how to be a good follower is important to being a good family member. (That is to say that he knows when it's a better idea to do what he's told, and often takes a submissive attitude with his peers due to being younger). Music, the night sky, flight, helping others. Injustice, prejudice, judgement, hot weather, ungratefulness. While most vampires tend to recover their memories in the first few decades of their life, Mitch has had no such luck. He knows that he was turned when he was nineteen, that he was born in 1925, that he is Canadian and does speak french, and that he was homeless at the time of his turning. He has been able to guess that he's never been well-off, either. Mitch never actually met the vampire who turned him. He had just woken in a groggy state of pain and hunger, strewn about in an alleyway. Over the years, he's formed the theory that he was the victim of a feeding, but that he wasn't completely drained and was turned instead of simply dying. He'd found himself with a broken pocket watch in his hand, and has kept it to this day. After his turning, he did was most newborns did; he went into a feeding frenzy. Enough of his old personality had apparently survived to drive him to targeting mainly the unsavoury: predators, criminals, that area of people. He developed a taste for the soured type of blood that came from alcohol abuse, and found himself pursuing the small high from heavy drinkers and late-night bar-goers. Of course, with his stature and his newborn clumsiness when it came to killing, it was hard to go unnoticed. He hadn't been overly careful in his first few years, and found himself fleeing Canada as witnesses of his killings started piling up. In the year 1950, he joined Viorica's coven in a desperate attempt to hide. As he spent more time among them, he found himself seeing them as family, and decided to stay with them permanently. If there's anything inconsistent with the canon in his bio, I can change it!

Accepted!

Obsidian: Wyverns

Posted, sorry its so short but something came up. Hopefully my next one will be longer~!

Obsidian: Wyverns

“Ah, the notorious Arsenic and Ghost.”

Damn right notorious, Arsenic thought to herself, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood next to the others. Yet, here she was, slave to a man with tacky robes and a button that could end her life at any second. How many of the Operatives were dead already because of this Laraxis and his new possession? Oh well, it wasn’t like it mattered to Arsenic who died and who didn’t. To be honest, Operatives don’t live in the first place. They run and hide, run and hide, kill and run and hide. Arsenic’s whole situation was pathetic.

Arsenic didn’t bother to comment on the current discussion, because as it was, she was already thinking of slipping some hemlock into Laraxis’ precious teacup when he wasn’t looking. His cause made a lot of sense though; with her superior abilities, Arsenic should be able to do what she wants…or at least have the rights that normal humans do instead of running and hiding, running and hiding, killing and running and hiding. Arsenic breathed deeply to stop herself from throwing something again – she would never get that TV back again, and it was her first flat screen, too.

Without realizing it, Arsenic had tune out of Laraxis voice which had the effect of a droning history teacher to her. It was all so boring, why psychoanalyze Laraxis? Why can’t Hannibal just label him a homicidal-freak with control issues? It was that simple. Yeah, he may have a past; yeah, that past may affect him in some drastic, oh-my-life-sucks way, but Arsenic certainly didn’t care. Snorting, the blonde followed Cheshire and Citrine to the armory room.

It was impressive, the armory, and Arsenic grabbed a pistol from the wall and tested in her hand. Aiming it, she shot at the wall, though it didn’t make a mark, and put it back down.

“Woops.” She said, though it was definitely as unapologetic as it could be.

Deciding that she should check her locker, Arsenic pulled out the black leather jacket, black leather pants, and the black turtleneck sleeveless shirt and grinned. Sleek and unnoticeable, just as she liked it. Arsenic tested the jacket out, sliding it on, though it felt tight and odd with a hoodie underneath. The Operative yanked the hoodie off and slipped the leather jacket on again, this time over a white wifebeater. It fit perfectly and Arsenic smiled.

“Neh, Citrine, where have you been these past two years?” Arsenic asked while putting the clothes back into the locker.

Crimson Company

TheLastRunaway said
Sorry but I won't be participating anymore.

Aw, I'll miss you! ^_^

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AnaSilan Sunja said
Pretty sure she's talking to Mithias, as Anrah, Willy, Angel, and Evelyn are only just now heading back towards the dining room

Viorica is talking to Mithias and Christof

Obscene Symphony said
Actually, I think I might make a previously-turned vampire who was turned in the 30's or so. Would there be any room for either choice?

My answer is in the PM since I checked that first ^_^

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“Tell me what happened.”

Viorica sipped blood and let silence draw out until finally she sighed. Leaning forward, with an oddly weary look on her face, Viorica’s lips twitched as she attempted to find a way to say what she needed to say.

“There is someone that…none of you know about.” She started, wringing her fingers together and twisting them. “He was also turned by Dracula, a year or so after I was turned. We had a little…altercation…and he has been trying to get to me ever since. He turned the fledglings, I don’t know why, but he did.”

Viorica cleared her throat and tried to ignore the bad feeling in her gut. This was not good, not good at all. He had always been trying to destroy her and Viorica was frightened that he would finally succeed.

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Will be getting a post up now that I've come home.