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Who are you talking to?
Hm? Oh, Temperance. My mention didn't work. It's hard to tell on my phone
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Hm? Oh, Temperance. My mention didn't work. It's hard to tell on my phone
A rave. Who the hell enjoys these types of things? Crowded sweaty bodies dancing together, most of them drunk off their asses. Perfect place to feed considering many of them wouldn't remember what happened in the morning, but did he really need to stoop this low? He knew this was a place for ferals, a place where he could find allies, but what kind if ferals would they be?
Deep crimson irises scanned the room, locking on one particular female staring at him. He narrowed his eyes the slightest bit and then gave half a smirk as if he were daring her to come over. Women liked dangerous men - either looking for a new adventure, or a poor soul to save. Ehren didn't exactly fit in with this scene with his long hair and suit, but he didn't mind. His focus was now on the pretty blonde he offered his hand to. Leading her to a booth, he sat down and slid back into the corner, pulling her along with. He whispered empty promises against her earlobe, nuzzling against her neck as he lead her to his lap, ready to sink his fangs in until there was some kind of commotion.
Slipping his arm around her waist so she wouldn't get away from him, they brought their attention to the dance floor, his brows furrowing when they brought in a man. A man from The Society no less. A man that he knew. What was going on? With more words meant to rile up the crowd, Ehren sat forward, eyes quickly scanning around, only to find that another moment later, they were all dead. Every one of them but the girl in his lap.
Now he needed to figure out a way to cover his ass, so his excuse would have been that he wasn't finished with her. What's a dinner date without the sex, right?
Instead, he wrapped his large hands around her cheeks, lacing his fingers in her hair to lock her gaze to his.
"Don't look around," he whispered. "When I get their attention, you're going to sneak out the back. Do not make a sound, do not stop for anything. You're going to go home, and when you lay down in bed you'll remember what a wild time you had tonight dancing with your friends." He broke their gaze and lead her slowly to the seat beside him so that he could slip out. Standing in a room full of ferals, his tongue pushed eagerly at his fangs.
"Is this really what you want?!" A deep voice called out towards the woman the fellow vampire challenged.
"Do you really want to take his life and succumb to this?" There was a hint if disgust in his voice as he spat towards the crowd.
"Let the arse go, and he'll go back and tell the others you're not to messed with. Kill him, and the only thing you'll get is war." With another step forward, he pressed his tongue harder to the inside of his fang, longing to take one of these bastards out.
"You've been messy. You're going to let your people massacre just so you can run somewhere else to do it over again? And when the population starts dying, then what? They're getting smarter, so we need to as well and this is not the way to do it."
To threaten The Society is one thing, but the numbers are growing and the more mad they become, the easier they are to take out with the more mistakes they would make. He didn't want to see another blindly accept what was going on.
Deep crimson irises scanned the room, locking on one particular female staring at him. He narrowed his eyes the slightest bit and then gave half a smirk as if he were daring her to come over. Women liked dangerous men - either looking for a new adventure, or a poor soul to save. Ehren didn't exactly fit in with this scene with his long hair and suit, but he didn't mind. His focus was now on the pretty blonde he offered his hand to. Leading her to a booth, he sat down and slid back into the corner, pulling her along with. He whispered empty promises against her earlobe, nuzzling against her neck as he lead her to his lap, ready to sink his fangs in until there was some kind of commotion.
Slipping his arm around her waist so she wouldn't get away from him, they brought their attention to the dance floor, his brows furrowing when they brought in a man. A man from The Society no less. A man that he knew. What was going on? With more words meant to rile up the crowd, Ehren sat forward, eyes quickly scanning around, only to find that another moment later, they were all dead. Every one of them but the girl in his lap.
Now he needed to figure out a way to cover his ass, so his excuse would have been that he wasn't finished with her. What's a dinner date without the sex, right?
Instead, he wrapped his large hands around her cheeks, lacing his fingers in her hair to lock her gaze to his.
"Don't look around," he whispered. "When I get their attention, you're going to sneak out the back. Do not make a sound, do not stop for anything. You're going to go home, and when you lay down in bed you'll remember what a wild time you had tonight dancing with your friends." He broke their gaze and lead her slowly to the seat beside him so that he could slip out. Standing in a room full of ferals, his tongue pushed eagerly at his fangs.
"Is this really what you want?!" A deep voice called out towards the woman the fellow vampire challenged.
"Do you really want to take his life and succumb to this?" There was a hint if disgust in his voice as he spat towards the crowd.
"Let the arse go, and he'll go back and tell the others you're not to messed with. Kill him, and the only thing you'll get is war." With another step forward, he pressed his tongue harder to the inside of his fang, longing to take one of these bastards out.
"You've been messy. You're going to let your people massacre just so you can run somewhere else to do it over again? And when the population starts dying, then what? They're getting smarter, so we need to as well and this is not the way to do it."
To threaten The Society is one thing, but the numbers are growing and the more mad they become, the easier they are to take out with the more mistakes they would make. He didn't want to see another blindly accept what was going on.
I plan to defend that man and make a scene, so wait for me please?
I promise to post as soon as I get home!
<Snipped quote by AtomicNut>
They obviously ganged up on and wiped out the original females to solidify power then chose to turn females who pleased them aesthetically, rather than mentally, in order to maintain said power...
Like a typical patriarchy.
Obviously, considering they weren't thinking that would be the end to the Purebreds. But who cares when you've got a babe on your arm. ~
Name: "Ehren, Just Ehren."
Species: Feral Purebred Vampire
Age: Ehren was born in the early 12th century during the Middle Ages. He stopped aging at his prime at 27.
Appearance:
Covering the majority of his back, is a tattoo of a large tree - his family linage. The trunk runs along his spine, starting from his waist. The branches run along his ribs and shoulder blades, and one goes right over his left shoulder to end right over his heart where he honors his late wife, son, and unborn daughter. Branching down his right bicep his where he honors his late parents. There is one empty branch below that for his brother, though it is nameless, only for the sake of his brother's safety. In the center of the trunk lies his family crest as if it were carved into the bark. Each name was written in the natural lines of the tree so that it could only be read when carefully studied.
Personality: With fangs that are hard to hide, Ehren isn't one much for talking. He prefers to listen, and respond when necessary. He may be a bit more social when around his own kind, but he'd rather make allies than friends. For his lack of enthusiasm when it comes to conversation, he can be seen as cold and uncaring. Ehren spends a great deal to think logically instead of letting his emotions get in the way, which he believes is the reason his son was taken from him.
With the strict training he had as a child, he continues to hold the power it takes to stay sane while on his diet, but he may have outbursts with cruel intentions time to time. The outbursts usually occur not long after feeding, but die down as he goes back to human blood. It's one of the ways he battles his temptation of going mad, though each times proves to be harder and harder. He tries not to feed off of other ferals, but with a stubborn personality, he'll get what he needs no matter the cost.
Equipment: He carries a dagger, normally tucked into his boot. It's a family heirloom, one he's taken care of religiously for all these years. With his age and his diet, he tends to lean more towards his strength, though he's realizing that it's not much protection with modern weapons.
Around his neck is an old necklace made out of leather with a golden pendant of his family crest - something his wife gave to him when they found out they were pregnant.
Background: Born to a family with a high stature, Ehren got all the education and training he could ever need without leaving his family home. He learned under Scholasticism, and trained under all of the great war leaders of his time. It was a time where their secrets were out in the open, where those who did not know them feared them and those who did, worshiped them. They didn't bring about death, but instead - protection. They did as they promised, protecting their village during the night and hiring those they trusted during the day.
Ehren was one of the few that was blessed with the ability to have a family, even more so when the love of his life was able to give him a son. They were to continue on in place of his parents, using all that he's learned to protect those that were loyal to him. During a night when he was out with his 9 year old son, practicing the techniques of the longsword, a group of feral rouges burned through their village. There were too many of them for him and his men to fight off and it lead to the end of his reign, and the death of his family.
It was then when he heard the rumors of this "Society" and decided to seek it out, only if his true intentions were to find every rouge he could find just to cut them down in the failed attempts of mending his heart. He learned quickly that feeding on these rogues gave him great power, power that he should have had to protect his son. With no exception to the Laws of The Society, Ehren quickly found himself running from them. Already feeling the strength that comes with the new found diet, he refuses to give it up.
Now he is somewhat of a hunter himself, seeking out those that threaten his kind - vampire or human. If his kind is all that he had left to fight for, then at least it's something.
Extra: Ehren's diet doesn't only consist on vampire blood. When he feeds for sustenance, he feeds on humans. It's only when he hunts for rogues is when he feeds on vampire blood.
Ehren also enjoys being fed from, even though he wouldn't admit it. He gets a certain high off knowing that his life-force is currently running through someone else's veins with feelings of control and ownership.
Ehren has also never once used his wings before. With a very minor fear of heights (more so with the fear of lack of control of his wings), he refuses to take flight, in any circumstance.
Species: Feral Purebred Vampire
Age: Ehren was born in the early 12th century during the Middle Ages. He stopped aging at his prime at 27.
Appearance:
Covering the majority of his back, is a tattoo of a large tree - his family linage. The trunk runs along his spine, starting from his waist. The branches run along his ribs and shoulder blades, and one goes right over his left shoulder to end right over his heart where he honors his late wife, son, and unborn daughter. Branching down his right bicep his where he honors his late parents. There is one empty branch below that for his brother, though it is nameless, only for the sake of his brother's safety. In the center of the trunk lies his family crest as if it were carved into the bark. Each name was written in the natural lines of the tree so that it could only be read when carefully studied.
Personality: With fangs that are hard to hide, Ehren isn't one much for talking. He prefers to listen, and respond when necessary. He may be a bit more social when around his own kind, but he'd rather make allies than friends. For his lack of enthusiasm when it comes to conversation, he can be seen as cold and uncaring. Ehren spends a great deal to think logically instead of letting his emotions get in the way, which he believes is the reason his son was taken from him.
With the strict training he had as a child, he continues to hold the power it takes to stay sane while on his diet, but he may have outbursts with cruel intentions time to time. The outbursts usually occur not long after feeding, but die down as he goes back to human blood. It's one of the ways he battles his temptation of going mad, though each times proves to be harder and harder. He tries not to feed off of other ferals, but with a stubborn personality, he'll get what he needs no matter the cost.
Equipment: He carries a dagger, normally tucked into his boot. It's a family heirloom, one he's taken care of religiously for all these years. With his age and his diet, he tends to lean more towards his strength, though he's realizing that it's not much protection with modern weapons.
Around his neck is an old necklace made out of leather with a golden pendant of his family crest - something his wife gave to him when they found out they were pregnant.
Background: Born to a family with a high stature, Ehren got all the education and training he could ever need without leaving his family home. He learned under Scholasticism, and trained under all of the great war leaders of his time. It was a time where their secrets were out in the open, where those who did not know them feared them and those who did, worshiped them. They didn't bring about death, but instead - protection. They did as they promised, protecting their village during the night and hiring those they trusted during the day.
Ehren was one of the few that was blessed with the ability to have a family, even more so when the love of his life was able to give him a son. They were to continue on in place of his parents, using all that he's learned to protect those that were loyal to him. During a night when he was out with his 9 year old son, practicing the techniques of the longsword, a group of feral rouges burned through their village. There were too many of them for him and his men to fight off and it lead to the end of his reign, and the death of his family.
It was then when he heard the rumors of this "Society" and decided to seek it out, only if his true intentions were to find every rouge he could find just to cut them down in the failed attempts of mending his heart. He learned quickly that feeding on these rogues gave him great power, power that he should have had to protect his son. With no exception to the Laws of The Society, Ehren quickly found himself running from them. Already feeling the strength that comes with the new found diet, he refuses to give it up.
Now he is somewhat of a hunter himself, seeking out those that threaten his kind - vampire or human. If his kind is all that he had left to fight for, then at least it's something.
Extra: Ehren's diet doesn't only consist on vampire blood. When he feeds for sustenance, he feeds on humans. It's only when he hunts for rogues is when he feeds on vampire blood.
Ehren also enjoys being fed from, even though he wouldn't admit it. He gets a certain high off knowing that his life-force is currently running through someone else's veins with feelings of control and ownership.
Ehren has also never once used his wings before. With a very minor fear of heights (more so with the fear of lack of control of his wings), he refuses to take flight, in any circumstance.
So according to the laws, the killing of a purebred is met with death, but feeding from vampire blood is also met with death.
What happens with a feral Purebred?
What happens with a feral Purebred?
<Snipped quote by Mythos>
Kidd is currently at work, apparently. It would probably be best to send the application to me/one of the other GMs, unless you are fine with waiting about 2 hours.
Did so, thank you.
Sent in a "mostly there" Feral Pureblood to Kidd. I wanted to get something started and sent in, but I'll add to it I'm sure. I still feel like he's missing something.
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