Lord Wyron

To Hunt, or Be Hunted.[Always Open]

I look at it this way: Lord Giles is a royal advisor. If one of his own is caught attacking an officer, he'll want to ensure it doesn't happen again xD my thoughts, at least.

To Hunt, or Be Hunted.[Always Open]

"You've picked up a bit of an attitude." Alexandre responded curtly, not bothering to look at her. His voice held the slight hint of an English accent and the words practically dripped off his tongue. He was eloquent and soft-spoken in both tone and demeanor, both courtesy and condescension at his disposal.

"I await the patriarch. Something you should be doing as well, Mortal." He added, finally stopping to look down at her. "He shall awaken soon and no doubt be in dire...need of your services." He said cooly, crossing his arms behind his back as he spoke, his bright blue eyes seeming to pierce through her entire being.

"I've received a telephone call that Mr. Herrold Dolf was...taken by the RBUC just tonight. His release is scheduled for tomorrow. Undoubtedly the patriarch will wish to discipline him severely. By chance he might let me inflict the punishment. It would warm my heart to do so." He said, placing a single hand where his unbeating, cold heart would be in his chest.

His voice had not changed in tone or volume, keeping the casual, cold, slow pace with every word. There was something worst about him that not a single Lycan had: his brutality was shared with deadly, cool precision, befitting a viper over a wolf.

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Woooo! Colony warfare!

To Hunt, or Be Hunted.[Always Open]

Alexandre stood in front of one of the mansion's large windows overlooking London. The sun was just beginning to set behind the clouds, leaving only a few cruel beams left. Though it wasn't enough to kill a Vampire, especially one of his age; the irritation still sat, like one was walking across sun-baked asphalt. He stood alone in the sitting room, most of the others at the colony's mansion hated or feared him, and typically let him be; the job of Royal Protector was deeply respected in the ancient roots of Vampiric history, and Alexandre performed his duties with diligence and loyalty.

He raised a hand up, dusting off the lapel of his trench coat as he turned away from the wide window. Lord Giles would no doubt be awaking soon and Alexandre would be expected to await his lord.

His pace was moderate, his posture tall, and his strides long: his sword sheath tapped rhythmically against his hip with each step, the silver of the hilt and guard seemed to reflect off, enunciating the sharp steel of the blade, even those in the colony feared it.

Though most, if not all the Vampires of the colony were loyal to the patriarch; ambition leads many to rash action. Rash action that is quickly cut down. Alexandre could not count how many of those were fell by his blade, but he couldn't help but offer a malicious grin, less fools to wear away at his sanity.

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Sounds good to me. Hounder, we await you! :D

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Good, good. Have you decided how we're gonna play the Patriarchs? NPCs or what?

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XD Thank you Hounder. Anyways, do you think we have enough people to start this up now? :D I'm getting quite anxious.

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I believe we are due in to start shortly - hopefully.

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>.> *Hides in corner*

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Thespian, I like your character, but do understand that a tazer shotgun is about as advanced as you can get lol. Just make that one change and I think you should be fine, but I'm not Hounder xD