TheDookieNut

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Rather you didn't fail your exams for the sake of two characters, as much as we love them :)

the world were making is one of my favourites, it's definitely more interesting than most

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I'll wait as long it takes. Real life is more important!

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade]

@Treepuncher121

I'll go with two in Celerity and one in Prescence.

I can edit this into my character sheet, too so I'll do that shortly.

Also thank you for accepting (assuming you have)

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Worrying is who I am >.< hahaha, I'm glad you don't mind though. I'm grateful, a lot of people would have left

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Thank you :3

Again I'm sorry it took so long. Usually it doesn't take that long

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Rhoynar turned to Ilinfer and smiled.
"Meet me at the gates at sun set." He commented, his eyes turning to the sun above them. They had a few hours before he would have to meet her before the gates to the city. There were items lingering in his mind and questions he wanted answering, but they wouldn't be answered here. The Second East was the only place he'd get the answered he needed; he was grateful for his family's connections there. He left Ilinfer's side and disappeared through the crowds. Stepping between citizens and traders, merchants and whores, his feet took him along a familiar path and down a long, narrow street filled with closed doors and empty windows. He reached one door and paused. The building had been the only one of the street with even the hint of life inside. The open glass passed a cloud of heavy perfume, incense and sweat through to the rest of the city, the sound of sex echoing throughout the building. Rhoynar stepped in through the door and entered the whore house through its back door.

The girls inside were a mixture of all sorts. Northern girls with pale skin and brown hair. Southern girls with porcelain skin and blonde hair. Then there were the girls who seemed not native at all, sun kissed skin, like his own, and dark black hair with dark eyes and passionate lips. Rhoynar walked through the first room, and stepped into the busiest room. The girls simply lingered, chatting with men who entered and tempting them out of every coin in their purse. They were not Rhoynar's target but a small man with a beard that seemed too charismatic for his own good. He jumped a little when Rhoynar appeared and ushered the girls around him to leave. Ollivar, the owner of this particular house, seemed a little confused by the man's presence.

"What brings you to the capital? You're family never come here." He stammered, guiding Rhoynar into one of the small more private rooms. "I don't mean to offend but any more of these girls and people will start to notice. They don't just migrate here."

"Relax, that's not what I'm here for." The knight smiled, pulling a page from his pocket. "Illyn Grey has asked me to find this." His finger moved over to a crown on the top corner of the page. "I need you to send a message to the someone who will know where I can find this." He added. The image seemed to baffle the shorter man who only seemed to cough and stammer. Rhoynar took the moment to pour them both a cup of wine and found himself a seat. The room was a mixture of rich reds and deep purples, beds covered in silks and satins, most of which were bought from the Second East. The room seemed to smell of jasmine, a strong thick smell that would linger on the clothes and hair on anyone who entered the building. Rhoynar took a sip of his wine and turned his attention back to the task at hand.

"The only place I can suggest would be the monks in Juhad if only to look through their library. I cannot think of anyone who would know." Ollivar commented, taking a gulp of wine himself. "I imagine this to be a lost relic. Did Illyn say why he was looking for it?"

"No, not the real reason. He merely commented on requiring it for the collection. I imagine he's going to amass enough wealth to take the crown. Why else would be searching for artifacts of wealth." The two men made a silent agreement and paused to drink.

"I would rather no King than the Grey's on the throne. I've heard rumours about the King's son being betrothed to wed soon although the name I haven't heard."

"It would explain why Illyn Grey is in the Capital." Rhoynar commented. He pulled the page back into his pocket and finished his wine. "Be careful. You know you have safe passage to Astipor if you need it. Our army is far bigger than any of these Western Lords give credit for."

"Yes but your army is a week away by boat. You're family could be dead within a week." Ollivar commented, placing a hand on Rhoynar's shoulder. "Your family has the pride of many generations on their shoulders. Generations that grew from nothing to one of the most powerful families in both the East and West, but that pride will kill you. Your brother's death was the result of that-"

"My brother was murdered by sell swords." Rhoynar spoke, snapping almost.

"No, your brother was assassinated." Ollivar argued, lowering his voice. "There are enemies out there, dozens of them. If Illyn Grey is actually searching for the throne, your family will need to leave." He checked his eyes towards the door and back to his friend. "There are families in the East that want you dead. Meerai may be your family's second home but you will be less safe there than in battle. Be careful. The further East you go the less power you family holds. Things have changed, Rhoynar, things have changed far quicker than anyone ever expected." The smaller man stepped back and allowed his friend to take his leave.

It was late. He knew that. Rhoynar finished his wine and headed out into the street, aiming for a quick pace towards the gates and a journey home. His feet carried him with a lack of mortality despite the news he'd heard. The streets were emptying now, as most headed home or towards one of the hundreds of inns across the city. The city was a city of sin when the sun fell. He hurried his way towards the gate, thinking only about how long they had before their 'time was up'. They would only try to reach this crown in time, if that was the purpose of his quest. Paranoia told Rhoynar it was a lie. But no kingdom could be overthrown in a month. He reached the gates and pulled his horse from the stable he'd paid for. He climbed into the saddle and waited, looking about for Ilinfer.

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From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade]

“"They gorged on the right, but were hungry, and they devoured on the left, but were not satisfied; they devoured the flesh of their own Kindred...”

Alexander Pascal

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Toreador (Antitribu)
Auspex, Celerity, Presence



Alexander Pascal, formerly Nicholas Martin, had been part of the 'Free Love' movement when it had risen. He'd taken part in his fair share of drugs and women, as was the way of life. It was easy to say he hadn't ever expected the Embrace when it arrived. She had been beautiful. Beyond anything he'd seen before. The night of his Embrace had started as a simple party, a cocktail of drugs and alcohol had clouded everyone's vision. In between the crowd of lucid bodies had been Her. Nicholas spotted her eyes first, liquid and hungry. She smiled and began to walk over, stepping between people with indifference. She stopped before him and pressed cold lips against his. Nicholas didn't notice, his mind was already clouded. Together they danced, ignored by the rest of the world around them. She kissed and danced before kissing the curve between his shoulder and neck. Nicholas didn't really react to the pain, his mind still clutched whatever hallucinogen he had been taking that night, however as time went on, his fingers grew numb, his toes tingled and the world began to spin more so than it already was. He focused on the music, expecting this all to be a bad 'trip'. He could feel the bass thundering through his own chest and vibrating through the women in front of him, who at this point he was grateful was still holding him. His legs felt weak and the faintest sense of mortality crept into his mind. The women seemed to kiss her wrist, and in his state he hadn't understood why. She pressed her lips against his again, her tongue slipping into his mouth as before. Yet this time it felt good, well better than before. Whatever she had given him seemed to cause some sort of ripple through his whole body. Despite the lack of strength he seemed to have, Nicholas pulled her close and took whatever she was giving him as if it had been the single best drug he'd ever taken. The world span even more now but Nicholas couldn't stop. Soon he felt a strange feeling brewing in his stomach, a sort of maddness, a hunger he couldn't quite understand.

Nicholas felt confused, and alone for a moment. He didn't understand why. He opened his eyes and looked about the crowd of people before turning his attention back to the women before him. Her piercing blue eyes haunted him a little and Nicholas couldn't understand his anger towards her. Yet his impulses kicked in and he lurched forwards, taking in the woman's shoulder as she had done to him. He bit hard, only taking in his newly found innate urges. He needed whatever it was she'd given him before. In a desperate and sudden struggle, he got exactly what he was hunting for. It was a downward spiral from there, easily one that would control his very life for the years to come. He didn't give the women her Final Death, but he saw very little of her when she finally decided she was done with him.

Nicholas performed the same act on another Kindred later in his new life, to the point of their Final Death. He felt a strong sense of pleasure yet a similar level of guilt. He performed it twice more before leaving the coast and heading inland with an entirely new name as despite the pleasure, the acts he's performed were criminal in his world.

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Alexander has a strong sense of purpose and a confidence that can easily be found as annoying. He has the potential to become moody and prefers to get his own way. A preference for beautiful women, Alexander enjoys the more human acts of pleasure before taking the more Kindred route to the human's he brings back to his home. Despite this, he has a lingering obsession with the icy blue eyes he remembers from his Embrace. He can grow more violent when he feels the strong compelling need for vitae again and will more than likely murder the women he brings home when it comes to this instead of letting them live. The closer to his hunger he feels, the worse it is for his food. Their suffering becomes a game at least until he gets angry. He enjoys modern music and cinema like much of his clan, yet the stranger delights of modern art seem to please him more. Despite his interests and his confidence, Alex has the same bitter vanity that comes with each of his kind. The same importance and relish in being everything the other half wants. Many of his 'ex lovers' can attest to his selfish and unforgiving nature.

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Derangements: Blood Addiction (Diablerist)

Personal Goal: Alexander is hunting for the women who Embraced him.

View on Humans: Mortals aren't just food, their art and pleasure, passion and that dark sense of fun that comes with his entire clan.

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From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade]

I'm in

1x1 ADVANCE Interest Check (looking for pref. males)

Hey buddy.

I'm looking for a superhero based RP too, ideally sort of Kick Ass themed, only in the sense of a lack of actual powers, having an willing to go for the more traditional definition.

Let me know what you're looking for too and we'll see what we can come up with