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Dragan Meszaros


Disgusting. No matter how much Dragan was willing to ingest such putrid blood to regain his strength, it didn't change the fact that the smell alone was revolting. Regardless, he watched Ilena create her thralls, nodding in polite thanks as she offered the first sip of blood.

"My thanks." Dragan gestured the blood his way with an application of magic, sipping slightly. He couldn't help the grimace that crossed his face at the taste of this vitae, but as he'd already told the other two, they had little choice in the matter at the moment. "In any case, if you insist on making corpses, it would be a waste for me to not use them to their fullest."

His rapier in his right hand, Dragan raised his left and called forth his own specialty magic. Tendrils of sickly green energy extended from his outstretched hand, wrapping themselves around the bones Ilena had left. The skeleton quickly reanimated and rose, awaiting its master's command, whether it be delivered verbally or mentally.

Dragan frowned. He knew torpor had left him weak, but to experience it was something else. He'd not had such difficulty animating the dead since his earliest nights as a fledgling vampire. Disgust at his weakness overrode disgust at the quality of the blood available in an instant, and Dragan surged forward, his hand wrapping around one of the mosquito-like insects before crushing it. A minute application of blood magic caused the blood to gather into an orb, and he ingested it as quickly as he could before beginning to move on to the rest.

Of course, he only took an equal share, as was fair. There were still enough insects left for his two companions to feed on as they wished, if they wished.

Alright, assuming my guy's accepted and I can just copypaste into the characters tab?

@Psyker Landshark Good to see! As for the Mandalorians, they were rarely ever a unified force from my understanding. So even though the pacificst elements would still exist, I think they wouldn't hold the same amount of influence just because of the circumstances they find themselves in.

Also that SW lore in general is sort of a nightmare...so I just use a "Use whatever works and what makes sense" approach and I encourage you to do the same.


Gotcha. So broad strokes in general then, I can do that.

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I'd be in good talks with yah about that, I talked to Horthmeister and have a potential Mandalorian of my own in the making, so could be a good "bounce-off-one-another" character dynamic


Sure, I'd be down for that. I have some ideas already, but feel free to DM me or something to get things going. I'll be working on my CS in the meantime.
Expressing interest. Tenatively thinking of making a Mandalorian. Question, though, since by my reading the OP implies otherwise, are you going with the Clone Wars show Mandalore lore or just ignoring the pacifism stuff?
Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Asumi@Ambra, Munehisa@Solace


God fucking damn it. Nagi wasn't going crazy. The crow was actually talking. And reacting. Yep, this was stupid. Nagi resisted the urge to groan as she listened to the bird protesting in Asumi's arms. Which was actually pretty funny, all things considered. For someone who wanted to be a vet, Asumi sure was mistreating the crow. Or maybe the feathered fuck was just bitching over nothing. Who knew?

"Uh, huh. Yo, Asumi." Nagi nodded as her best friend went on before cutting in. "You ever had someone insult you and then ask for your help right fucking after? I mean, what kinda dipshit does that, right? They'd have to be a real jackass to think that'd work." She gestured casually towards her phone, implying that was the content of her texts while shooting the bird a brief death glare, just to give it some shit for being a prick.

Either way, if she could hear the bird thanks to her Persona superpowers or whatever that mess had been yesterday, Nagi figured she might as well play along. Even if that meant giving the stupid crow what it wanted despite the shit it had been talking.

"Anyways, look. If this is about not wanting to pay the vet, give it here. One of my dad's boys likes birds, has a feeder in his backyard and everything. Lemme take it over to him and he'll probably know what to do. At the very least, he'll probably have some kind of food that this crow'll actually eat."

Of course, this hypothetical bird lover didn't exist. But Asumi didn't need to know that. Nagi just needed five minutes uninterrupted with the bird just to find out what it knew, if anything. If she didn't like its answers, well, it was going straight back into Asumi's hands.
Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Asumi@Ambra, Munehisa@Solace


Nagi stared at the crow Asumi was so excited over with her usual unimpressed face. Well, it wasn't dying. It also wasn't eating the granola bar that her best friend had left for it, but even with Nagi's borderline-nonexistent knowledge of birds, she was pretty sure she understood why.

"Uh...Asumi?" Nagi tapped her on the shoulder. "I'm pretty sure the bird can't, you know, bite through the granola bar. Don't think that's how beaks work-"

She was suddenly cut off by an unfamiliar voice, causing her eyebrow to twitch.

"Oi, what the fuck-" Nagi cut off as she looked around. There was no one else around. Was she losing it after that shitshow yesterday? Hell, did they get sucked into that alternate dimension crap yet without her or Mune noticing? A glance around showed that the bushes outside the school still seemed normal, so that clearly wasn't the case. Considering it clearly wasn't herself, Asumi, or Mune that spoke, that only left one real culprit. God damn, she was losing it if she thought the crow was talking.

What was more disturbing, however, was the fact that Asumi didn't seem to react to hearing the voice. A quick glance at Mune showed that he clearly heard it too, so...that only really left one reasonable explanation. Somehow, having something to do with the freaky alternate world let you hear birds all of a sudden. Or at least this one. This really sucked.

Nagi shook her head apologetically at Asumi, shrugging as she decided to cover it up for the moment.

"Sorry, phone buzzed in my jacket. Forgot I left it like that." She made a show of pulling said phone out and flipping through her texts, looking up from the screen the moment Asumi's gaze was turned to narrow her eyes and glare at the crow. Damn, but Nagi really, really, hoped she was just hallucinating the first sentence. Dealing with talking birds wasn't something she wanted to deal with at all.
Dragan Meszaros


A somewhat familiar sound clattered through Dragan's ears after he returned his fellows' greetings, with him taking but a moment to recognize what it was. Firearms. He wasn't exactly unfamiliar with them, but they'd not factored into his tactics much. The kingdom he'd conquered had made use of a few, but they hadn't been enough to turn the tide against his undead hordes. Still, that meant the city was populated. Not much of a safe haven as it once was, but it was something, at least.

"I believe it would be best for us to recover our strength, even if we must resort to beasts over man for the moment. We can hardly serve the Goddess fresh out of torpor, weakened as we are." Dragan replied to Ilena, deciding on pragmatism over taste. He could already tell that his abilities were heavily diminished from what they were. In his current state, Dragan doubted he could raise more than a dozen undead in an instant, where once he'd be able to reanimate several times that number.

Unfortunately, the being that appeared before them was hardly a viable candidate for being fed from, even with his lowered standards. For one, it was a fellow vampire. The smell of rotten blood at least meant that this wretch could be slain without issue, whether it be from degenerating into a lowly beast or having incurred the Goddess's disfavor. Or, quite possibly, both.

"Pitiful. I'll dispose of this one, and we can be on our way." Dragan sniffed down at the undead, forming a crimson rapier with blood magic to clutch in his hand. Not his preferred choice of armament, but a smaller weapon meant less blood used, and he needed to save as much as he could at the moment. He lunged forward, intending on staking the lesser undead through the chest.
Dragan Meszaros


The Last Age

The lord of this land fell to one knee, his mace clattering from his hands as battle wounds, silver, and holy smites took their toll upon his ravaged form and rent armor. Numerous paladins surrounded him in his throne room, each mightier than he had been in his mortal life.

"It is over, Death Knight." One particularly mouthy champion uttered from within his bucket helm. "The shame you bring upon your church, upon your brothers, upon my order, shall be ended at last."

Ah. That explained it. They'd been pledged to the same deity at some point in time. Separated by centuries, of course, but the sentiment apparently still stood. Self-righteous fools.

"Allow me to extend my congratulations, brothers and sisters." Dragan chuckled mockingly, ripping his helm off his head. It wasn't as if he had any need for it anymore. Not with his unlife fast approaching its end. "In slaying me, you have doomed the people of this land. In assauging your precious egos and pride, you have stripped away any bastion of safety and security that any person within this kingdom could have had. After I butchered their mad tyrant of a king, this is the first time that this realm has seen stability and peace within decades. And you've all just stripped it away. No armies defending their borders. My presence stayed the hand of vampires that would have been worse than myself eyeing this territory."

A bitter, rasping laugh escaped his lips even as his vision blurred.

"But by all means, crusade onward. Leave the shattered lives of an entire kingdom behind. You've more creatures of the night to slay, after all..." Dragan spoke his last, the final dregs of his strength expended as his body succumbed, collapsing.


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Present Day

Dragan rose, and was given succor. An unfamiliar setting greeted him, and he frowned from...beneath his helm? A quick inspection of his body revealed that he was still wearing his armor, damaged as it was from his final battle. How odd. He could have sworn that he'd at least died without his helmet on. Still, while the plate was servicable in its current state, it was far from acceptable. That would have to be fixed after he got a handle on his surroundings and dealt with the thirst creeping up within him.

He was in...the middle of a city slum? This certainly wasn't where he'd died. Someone had moved his body. Their bodies, judging by the forms of the occupants of the other two sarcophagi rising from their torpor as well. And yet...ah. A familiar sight at last. The Cathedral. They were in Alavaris, then. Safe ground, at least in theory.

The Death Knight removed his helm as he beheld his two compatriots, tucking it under his shoulder. Well, well. He was at least familiar with the other two. The love martyr, and the shadow witch. Dragan certainly could have had better companions at the moment. Still, he could also have had worse. After all, neither were the Blight Lord, though that was certainly an admittedly low bar.

With no one else saying anything for the moment, it fell to him to break the ice.

"Well met, the both of you. Our goddess has given us a call to answer. Shall we oblige her?"
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