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Joryldin Nailo


After the first day of school, Joryldin had simply fallen off the radar. He was nowhere to be seen in any of his lectures, with the exception of Vampire Biology, and none of the other Embraced were able to find him after class. He asked only enough questions to achieve an acceptable class participation grade, and was impossible to pin down outside of lecture hours. In all of his other classes, he turned in papers on time and sent thurough independent research over Email to his study groups for them to use in group assignments. From a purely numerical standpoint, he was a perfect student.

His mage didn't catch much more of him than anyone else did. Dakota would see him poring over his computer at the desk in his room for hours, only ever rising to go into the kitchen, down a vial of blood, and promptly wash it before placing the glass tube back in its holder. The man had yet to even entertain the idea of biting her, but he had realized long ago that there was no point in fasting. Occasionally he would be willing to sit down with Dakota and play some video games, where he quickly learned she was far better at almost all of them. It seemed like every day, more and more emotion drained out of the fledgling vampire. The most that Dakota could get out of him while she was hooting and hollering during Mario Party was a small smile and chuckle. More concerning than that, however, were his eyes, which constantly held a dark red glow even when he smiled that told one of two things; hunger, or rage.

"I don't seriously have to wear this, do I?" He mumbled over the phone behind closed doors.

"Of course! I spent-... Well nevermind how much I spent, the point is this is one of the biggest parties of the year and you're going to look your best!"

"You stole it from the dressing room of another play again, didn't you?"

"Shhh~! Details, details..."

Joryldin rolled his eyes. "One of these days you're gonna get in trouble for this." He tucked the phone between his cheek and his shoulder as he inspected the ensemble that came in the mail. It was outlandish to say the least. As Joryldin pulled the tie tight and rested the coat at elbow level, he couldn't help but feel like some flapper lady from the 20's. A small white eye-mask with black trim sat on his nose as he tried to mentally brace himself for the night ahead. "Love you, mom... Bye."

An hour later, Joryldin found himself sitting on the edge of the ballroom at at empty table as music and wine and blood flowed everywhere. It was the first time people had seen him in weeks, and the impression he made was a completely different beast than when the semester started. One leg crossed over the other knee, and his chin resting on his bent wrist as the fledgling's elbow sat on the table... Without even realizing it, his body had taken the most optimal sultry pose it could. His neutral scowl had faded into an equally seductive pout.

His moody red eyes scanned the dance floor, keeping an eye out for Kota to make sure they were safe.

Joryldin Nailo



It rang a bell alright; but between the crushing existential dread of existence, trying to memorize his syllabi, and catching up on the 100+ years of common vampire knowledge he was missing, Joryldin didn't exactly have time to think about the potentially insidious secret club of people with common decency. He frantically tapped away at his phone's keyboard, trying to convey this to Evalyn. After spamming her with at least five separate messages of explaining instead of sending it all at once like a reasonable person, the fledgling vampire let out a sigh and took off down the road at top speed.

"I'm OMW as fast as I can. Tell the Class Pres I'm sorry and I had a lot on my mind, which I'd rather keep there so I don't fail my first semester before it's even started."

Joryldin Nailo



When the bus finally came to a slow and agonizing halt, Joryldin was still as a statue. His phone had found its way back into his pocket several minutes ago, and the vampire spent that time with no entertainment other than his own thoughts. Entertainment, or maybe better phrased as torture. He didn't even notice that the ride was over until a chorus of groans rang out among the populace when a human blocked the aisle. It was a wonder that some impatient vampire didn't crush the guy like an energy drink can.

“She may not have said it; but if anything happens to him and it affects his Sire, my Lady will be… displeased.”

The words rang in his head like a gong. With his heightened senses, it was impossible not to eavesdrop on the TA's conversation. Now, he wished with every fiber of his being that he didn't. To thought that the sniveling pile of undead garbage that wanted him dead escalated his case all the way to the highest authority in the whole world made Joryldin's eyes burn with a glowing red hatred. To make matters worse, it meant that all of his mother's pleas, apologies, and entreating to those in power weren't even considered. The only reason he was still alive was because Lady Sinnenodel's glutinous hunger for fine arts made Widow Nailo's happiness a commodity.

"Hey, kid, you awake? We're here." The bus driver called back when he saw Joryldin still glued to his seat, prompting a startled twitch from the vampire lost in his own thoughts.

"T-Thanks. Sorry about that." He made sure to keep his hood pulled ever tighter over his face as he meandered out into town. His phone began to buzz, but his mind was in too much of a twist to pay it any mind. He began meandering around the market intersection. When he passed the craft shop, Joryldin took the time and look inside to give Mrs. A a wave and a smile. It wasn't until after a few minutes of loitering about that his phone began to buzz again, repeating a notification for texts that he missed.

The most recent, from Kota, confirmed that she was fine and dandy, which put him slightly at ease. The next, however, struck another frayed nerve. “Uh, hello? Where are you? We got shit to do and we can’t find you. Pres is pissed!

Joryldin began frantically tapping away at his device. "Huh!? What do you guys need me for!? I'm in town running errands! I can try to run back, but I don't know if that'd be suspicious or something."

Joryldin Nailo



After everything was said and done with classes for they day, Joryldin decided that he needed some time to de-stress. He had stocked up on all of the necessary books for catching up with what the rest of the vampires would consider common knowledge. In total it wound up filling five canvas bags from the bookstore, and weight almost twice as much as he did. It caused a great deal of cognitive dissonance, then, when lifting them was as easy as grabbing groceries from the car. The cheap bags were already fit to burst, despite costing him sixty bucks in total ( fucking scam if you were to ask him) but to Joryldin it was like a breeze.

His mind wandered around that sensation of ease, and before he knew it, Joryldin found himself at the front step of his dorm. The odd feeling was immediately replaced by disappointment. The fledgling quite liked running, so getting to his destination and missing the journey was a let-down. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and dumped his books on the ground in his bedroom. The impact of 200+ lbs of paper hitting the floor shook the whole room, and even jostled a painting off of the wall. Reflexes kicked in, and within half of a second Joryldin was holding the frame in his hands a mere half-foot from the ground. One leg was kicked back high into the air as his torso pivoted down and both hands gently pinched a corner. It was a rather immasculine pose, like a ballerina. Though nobody was around, he couldn't help but be embarrassed that he struck a pose from one of his mother's ice-skating performances while catching a falling decoration.

"Wait... when did..." The Embraced freshman hung the painting up, questioning its existence, only to turn and see that his whole room was decorated with a pleasant ocean theme. "What the fruit-bat fuck...?" It took him a good full minute of sheer confusion to put it together that either: A- the people from the shop broke into his dorm to put up the decorations he ordered; or B- Teleportation magic. Giving them the benefit of the doubt, he assumed option B, but it didn't make the occurrence any less jarring. "I swear, Theresa never pulled this sort of crap." Continuing to mumble to himself like a weirdo, Joryldin allowed himself to enjoy the comforting atmosphere of his room.

When he was done admiring the nostalgic new scenery of the dorm, the vampire made haste to change his clothing. The formal regalia was certainly nice, and the anti-anxiety earring was useful, but they both left a bad feeling in his stomach. Just like it had for the past two months, though, his tongue began acting up. Joryldin couldn't stop prodding at his fangs like one does with new braces. The alien invaders in his mouth were driving him crazy as he pulled his old hoodie up over his head. It struck his mind that he ought to go back and thank Amanda for the speedy delivery, so he threw his important possessions in his backpack and slung that aging bag over his shoulder. Phone? Check. Wallet? Check. Keys? Check. Blood? Wait- blood? Fuck. That was why his fangs were bothering him so much, he was hungry. In the past few days his body had become accustomed to the joys of not being malnourished. The vampire groaned, and popped open the fridge to grab a vial. Reluctantly, he tipped it back and slammed the life-giving nectar down his throat like a shot of whiskey. Joryldin immediately set to cleaning it, not willing to let dirty dishes pile up right off the bat.

When that unpleasant- or really pleasant, he couldn't tell- experience was over and done with, Joryldin walked out of his dorm and pulled his phone out. He shot a quick text to his designated partner.
>"Hey Kota, I'm headed out to town to run some errands. When I get back I'm probably gonna crash right away, so if we don't see each other before tomorrow; Enjoy the sunrise, ok?"
It only took a moment to get to the bus stop- again, much to his disappointment- and the fledgling gave the driver a curt nod of acknowledgement before dropping himself into the seat closest to the door and letting his right arm hang over the metal bar between the door and the first seat.

Joryldin's face was rather dolorous as usual. The young vampire's lips were pulled to the side so he could let one fang hang out while he pestered the other with his tongue. His eyes were, as he preferred them, hidden behind his bangs and hood, and he kept his head low looking at his phone. The brightness was turned down all the way out of habit to keep people from seeing what he's looking at, and Joryldin opened up his browser to Google some of the common info he didn't grab in the library. He didn't like what he saw.

Joryldin Nailo



There were way too many questions going through Joryldin's head to possibly hit on the one she was expecting. The new-blood racked his brains for the best answer. Unable to figure it out, he blurted the first thing on his mind, something that was annoying him more than anything else. "wait, we're not undead? You said our cells still work. That, and... if our cells still divide when they're damaged, does that mean we can die of old age if we get injured enough?"

Oh sunlight, why did he have to open his mouth? There were six other people in here who could have bit the bolt, but that made twice now that he opened his mouth first to ask something stupid. Joryldin cursed himself for being so worried that he would eagerly throw himself into the fray for answers.

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He could already feel the daggers in everyone's eyes poking his back. Why did he have to get up and open his mouth? Now everybody knew how clueless he was, how much of a failure he was dead-set to be. What was step one of surviving the academy? Don't stick your neck out unless you want it bitten; and he just failed that goal right off the bat. The new-blood nodded, heeding the imposing TA's advice to hit the library. Without another word, Joryldin sat down.

He fully understood that glare from Varis, that look of; "You're a sun damned idiot, and now you're a target." At least, that's what he thought the looks was. If Joryldin could still sweat, he would already be drenched. If he could feel sick, his stomach would be in knots. If he could still blush, his humiliation would have him bright red. If he could die, he would have had a heart attack by now... But no, he couldn't do any of that. He could only sit there in his fancy suit, pale as a ghost, cold as ice, surrounded by decadent undead, and learn about how their high society ruled the world. The mostly irrational fear and panic began to overwhelm him. Joryldin wanted nothing more than to either leave, or be put in the ground like a human being. Neither of those were an option. With nothing else at his disposal, he fell back on the gift he was given during the night prior. A tool for survival. When Joryldin clipped the golden plate onto his ear, it was like 40mg of anxiety medication straight to his brain. The feeling was less of a haze or masking of his worries, but rather a burst of clarity. They were all there, and all still relevant, but he was able to focus on the task at hand, and consider them later.

He quickly set to taking notes on the first lesson. He had absolutely nothing to go off of for this first paper, so every word that the count said needed to be written down. The longer the lesson went on, however, the more Joryldin was genuinely interested in what was being taught. Every word of it was relevant to his new life, so he had to know it in and out anyway, but it was a fascinating set of documents in and of itself. The shift from downright hunting normal humans to modern day laws was news to the flegeling. His parents had apparently left quite a few bits and pieces out of his homeschooling during his earliest years.

His thoughts and notes were both interrupted by the crash of double doors. While hesitant to turn his head back and look at the occasion, most everyone else did, so he saw no harm.

“For those of you who don’t know, I’m Eris Samael. I’m 112, a Taurus, and love long walks on the beach. Going forward we’ll be classmates!”

Samael... Where had he heard that name before? Joryldin took a look at his syllabus again, and found the name under the list of students for his study group. Then, it hit him. That face was THE Eris Motherfucking Samael, film-making legend, and they were going to be in the same group for the next half-year. This was either going to be REALLY good, or REALLY bad.

Joryldin Nailo



-Ugh, what the hell is that noise?
-Nevermind, it's just the bell...
-WAIT, SHIT! IT'S THE BELL! I DIDN'T DO THE-
-Oh, I did... The packet's right here in my hand. Stamped and everything. 100. Nice.
-Do they seriously expect people to get any of these wrong? Everybody's like a hundred years old! How could they not know how their body works!?
-Oh right. They're dead. So am I.
-What's next? Treaty Law? Sunlight. I'm probably gonna need that earring for this shitshow.

-Who's this prick? Varis? Sounds like something out of a fantasy novel. Typical. Might as well pay attention here too. It'll teach me how not to get my head cut off.
-Never heard of a Marivaldi, but of course the noble houses would stroke themselves in our classes too...
-Aaron and Lucan. Wasn't Lucan that one guy I met before lunch? Yeah, the one that was actually not too bad. Even apologized when he thought he insulted us. Not the worst guy to get paired up with. How am I supposed to answer like this house if I've never heard of them in my whole damn life?
-I've never read the treaty before! How am I supposed to know any of this? SUNLIGHT!!! I'm gonna need to do some research, or else this TA's gonna have it out for me all semester. Maybe I can get on his good side with a question? Damnit... Gotta stick my neck out here, so I need something good.

"Excuse me, Count Varis? I have one quick question. If it's in our best interest to take a stance in the oral debates based on the house of our study group, will there be lessons later in the semester outlining the platforms of each house?"

-Ow. I think I got a migraine just saying that. Can I even get migraines anymore? Whatever. Just gotta sit back and see if it worked.

Joryldin Nailo



When dusk came, Joryldin was up early once more. Sleep didn't offer him much rest, again; but rather than cryptic nightmares of the past, he was plagued with anxiety about the present and future. It seemed every passing moment, things became more and more complex. The academy was like a political minefield, and he cursed himself for not taking more than two steps before he landed on the biggest one... But he shook it out of his mind for now. They were a secret, and he didn't plan on telling it, so why bother worrying? The one thing Joryldin was here for was to take the opportunity for a good education. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Keep your head down, and make mother proud." was the motto he repeated in his head as he got dressed and ready. The ensemble she sent him had a charm that cleaned them with the push of a button. The outfit was completely pristine already; the dead don't sweat, after all. In spite of that, he pushed the button just to see what happened, and a swirl of minor arcane energy left his uniform with the scent of cinnamon. Neat. He finished his sunset routine without an issue, getting clean and dressed quickly. Despite how he hated it, he did the responsible thing and downed a small glass of blood before saying a quick goodbye to the still waking Dakota.

The fledgling decided to get some exercise in on his first day. Though he wasn't sure his body even needed to stretch, he was comfortable doing it. It took him a moment to try and think of what speed would be socially acceptable... but he eventually began jogging down the road at a comfortable 8 mph. There was a feeling of freedom to effortlessly moving so fast, and it made his trip to class way more enjoyable than he expected it to be. Starting off the evening right proved to be necessary, because for the rest of the night he would be seeing red.

The second Professor Marcella opened her mouth, he already wanted to punch her.
-Being a hard-ass about punctuality was understandable. It's a dick move to not show up when you're supposed to and keep others waiting. Locking the doors, though? What the hell? News flash: Life happens, lady!
-Handwritten. His kryptonite. It would be pretty embarrassing for an embraced to fail Mortal Biology, but how would it be his fault if she demanded everything be handwritten??? He hadn't learned to write until he was twelve!
-The future is now, old hag. Deal with it.

By the time she had gotten to the first lesson, Joryldin's eyes were already red. With a hand on his chin he intended to ignore her droning, ESPECIALLY when she started talking down to humans as if they were dumb disobedient puppies. That alone would have been enough for him to stick a silver pin on her seat if she were a tutor at home, but his spite and disinterest were quickly replaced with sheer disgust when she began her lecture.

Feeding. Why did it have to be feeding? He didn't even have a functioning stomach yet somehow just thinking about it made his insides shrivel even more... Feeding efficiency, training, conditioning, control, foreplay!? It was appalling. He expected the worst from a class like this, but what he got was a new low. Still, most of this information was totally new to him. He had no clue that he needed to be so careful were he to bite someone. While all the rest was less than garbage in terms of useful information, he took extensive notes on how to access blood safely. By the end, he had no questions... At least, none that wouldn't get him de-fanged...

Joryldin Nailo


Friends?

Interacting with: @Achronum


“Welcome to our little group. I’m sure you understand why I’m not particularly pleased you’re here but we’ll make do. Tell me, what do you intend to do with what you’ve learned?”

He had sure found his way into the deep end now. Politics were his poison, and this place was a hydra's den. Saying the wrong thing to her could end in his death, a permanent one this time. Just as dire, it seemed, was the fact that a slip of the tongue outside of these walls could mean an even worse fate for everyone present.

"I didn't come in with any intentions other than to start making friends, and I guess that still holds true. Everything that Ryan told me only cements the fact that you guys are good company to have. I get that the people in charge wouldn't exactly take kindly if they knew, so I'll keep my mouth shut on the matter, I can promise that."

Joryldin Nailo


Friends?

Interacting with: @Achronum


Hearing Ryan's words was like music to Joryldin's ears. His eyes brightened immediately.

"I guess I really did find the right place to be, then. I was terrified that nobody gave a damn how the dead and the living treated each other."

A wave of relief crashed over him. It might not have been the grand resistance and upheaval of vampiric rule that Joryldin's parents preached to him, but civilization was well past the point where violence could solve anything. If the students here cared enough to try and keep some peace and decency in their school, that was more than enough for him.

A bit of a jolt ran down the new-blood's spine. "Wipe your memory"? That didn't sound good! He quicly tried to reassure Ryan of his trustworthiness. "Don't worry! I won't tell a single soul outside these doors."
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