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[center [pic https://i.imgur.com/GBCLRdk.jpg?2]] [google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat&display=swap] [google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Courier+Prime&display=swap] [Montserrat [i “The petulant masses of those degenerate ones below must be purged in the name of our lineage. I tire of their corporeal wailings into the night. No purpose, no honor nor knowledge of who’s blood runs through their veins. Deviants, Mongrels, Mutts, Unknowing and ignorant of their place in the world. I can see them in their wooden husks lights created by modern sciences. Polluting my night air, Ruining my view of the stars with their clockwork contraptions, their steam engines. And worse, your brethren who do not know or follow the rule of their king in their ignorance. I, call upon you A Bloodhunt. For many moons have I watched over your coffins my Legion of the Night. For many moons have I spared you this waking world. Admonishing them away from our peaceful castle of the night. And now… Now I have use for you again…. Your King, your father. He who watched you slay endless leagues of man in the past to keep our hold safe from their devices and pitchforks. Their priests and hunters. Their desires and wants for more like the gluttonous plague man has become. I, Your King, demand you rise from your grave. Live again! Live into the night my Legion. I order you to take arms against this plague. These… Lesser vampires…. Slay them… Obtain their strength, so that you might return to your oh so precious slumber.”]] [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/Ja8YqXd.jpg?1]] [Courier+Prime Your kings words hang in the air like a bad memory, a nightmare that called to you in the dead of night… For years you've been asleep. So, so many years. And now, the lover's embrace of your coffin slips away from you. You remember what its like to have a body, the subtle heat touching your cool skin again. Even the most dim of lights stinging you as bright as your remembrance of daylight. Your eyes open to the cold stone tiles of Castle Nox. And again, you can still hear his voice. Your king… His Order… His promise to return you to the thing you long for most. Eternal slumber...] [Courier+Prime [center [h3 [+darkred You return to unlife… But by what means?]]]] [Montserrat [center The rules of the roleplay are simple. Follow the kings orders. You've been asleep for a long, long time. For some years, for others decades, Centuries even. And in that time the modern world of the city below has spawned quite a few of your brethren… They cannot be allowed to run free, it is your job to fix that problem. However you see fit. And the rest of the Legion of Nox will help you.]] [Courier+Prime [center [h3 [+darkred [i The Code of the Legion ]]] [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/TYChP3W.jpg?1]] [h2 [+darkred One]] That there is one Old God, one King, one Father. He has made us and by his will we are made, and unmade. To do his bidding is the Honor of the Legion. To spill the Legions blood is to spill your own. [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/dBf6Ecj.jpg?100]] [h2 [+darkred Two]] That the gifts must never be given to the crippled, the maimed, or to children, or to those who cannot, even with the gift survive on their own. Those given the gift must submit to the King. [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/c4QXkEf.jpg?1]] [h2 [+darkred Three]] That the legion is of old blood, thus they must ask permission to enter a domicile, to feel the warmth of the Sun is to meet Final Death, Holy water burns as the sun, A wooden stake to the heart returns them to their slumbering coffin, Silver lulls them into a slumber against their will and should be avoided, Decapitation and burning is the only way for a mortal to bring them to Final Death. [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/DP7AQq7.jpg?1]] [h2 [+darkred Four]] That the fate of your gift has made you unique, There are traits shared between the legion. Ceasing to age and breathe, to require food aside from the hunger for mortal blood. Lack of a reflection or warmth to the skin. And endless cold to their eyes when paired to direct moonlight. But each of them has developed different abilities as the old blood, Polymorphing, vanishing in the blink of an eye, superhuman speed or strength, the ability to sway man with a simple flutter of the eye. All of these traits are individual. [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/WyuF3B7.jpg?1 ]] [h2 [+darkred Five]] That no child of the Legion shall ever reveal their true nature to a mortal and let the mortal live. No legion is to bring a human to view upon the king. Save from their tombstone, A human must never know the true name of a child of the Legion. And never must any Child of the Leigon reveal to mortals the location of his or any other vampire's lair. [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/qR5QZLN.jpg?2]] [h2 [center The Leigon]] [h2 [right The Shadow]] [right [pic https://i.imgur.com/nCHY6Gt.png?1]] [b Name:] Waltz [b Apparent Age:] young 20's [b Sex:] Male [b Height:] 6'1 [b Eye color:] ??? [b Hair color:] ??? [b Identifying features:]CMYK glow emanates from his eyes and hair that sometimes shows behind his shrouded hood. [b Anomalous Abilities:] Blinking at will | It is said that the shadow may appear at any place devoid of light, coming and going in the blink of an eye. Polymorphing | Those who encounter the shadow rarely see his or her true form. It takes many shapes. Wolves, Bats, bears, Ravens. With only one identifying feature shared between them. Multicolored eyes. Vampiric manipulation | Woeful is he who stares too long into the eyes of the Shadow. Lest he find himself at the mercy of the shadows will. [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/JmAQA4h.jpg?1]] [h2 [right The Shaper]] [right [pic https://i.imgur.com/UGkjGMe.png?1]] [b Name:] Nicu [b Apparent Age:] When unaltered, Late 30's [b Sex:] Female [b Height:] 6'5 [b Eye color:] Black [b Hair color:] Lustrous black [b Identifying features:] Her countenance varies from an impossibly beautiful one, to a nightmarish countenance of a woman, with her flesh sculpted into a form to suit her mood. This usually includes several animalistic traits, as well as protruding bones, both as decoration and weaponry. [b Anomalous Abilities:] Fleshcraft | The ability to modify the blood, bones and flesh of herself and others through physical contact. Blood-Bonding | The ability to enslave Men and Beasts by offering her blood without first taking of theirs. Koldunnic Sorcery | The old magic, alchemy of the blood. It's secrets available through a sacrifice of Vamprie Vitae to the spirits of this world. [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/IcZPEyW.jpg?1]] [right [h2 The Musician]] [right [pic https://i.imgur.com/TAELneT.jpg?2]] [b Name:] Loretta Black. 'Lottie' [b Apparent Age:] 21 or around that area [b Sex:] Female [b Height:] 5 foot 1 [b Eye color:] Blue [b Hair color:] Red [b Identifying features:] Avid musician, usually found around a piano. Uses makeup to appear more 'alive'. [b Anomalous Abilities:] Seer, mind reading, polymorph into a fox only. [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/yUu1JZj.jpg?1]]Video Chat Kumospace [Everyone] Gather.town [Everyone]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Source+Serif+4:opsz@8..60&display=swap][Source+Serif+4 They poured out into the night. A crowd of civilians hiding their figure. Screaming bloody murder and terror at the blood sucking creatures that followed out into the night streets. Here he could feel the night, the heartbeats of passers by and the wretched noise of those metal chariots that went screeching and rattling around every corner. The vampire winced with a twitching eye as one of the chariots slowed to a halt. Some contraption inside causing it to squeal as it did. With a deep breath he stopped in his tracks. Turning to reach out and embed his claws into an oncoming youngling. With a twist and a pull his assailant met final death. His eyes narrowed as his own bloodied hand. They had no ability to regenerate, no shifting of pure vampiric essence to speak of. No death defying traits aside from their endless lifespan, super human strength and speed. Something about this felt almost… wrong. They knew not of their Sin. Simply having to die for being reborn. Most of them turned by some neurotic root of ignorance. More came at them amongst the screaming masses knocking him out of his almost trancelike state as he was tackled to the ground by a man three times his size who began to hold The shadow against the pavement. Now the odds were against them, out in the streets it was 30 to 2 as most of them raised firearms, Aiming at himself, and at Loretta as well… Poised to fire on command. He could see her standing beneath the light not far off from himself. Well at least he thought he had, until he lost sight of her amongst the screaming crowd. The Vampire turned his attention towards the enormous vampire on top of him. His claws reaching up to dig into the tendons of the younglings wrist. Then, His shaded visage melted into the shadow itself. Pulling the brute down with him. Pulling him into the Shadow’s shadow... [right [pic https://i.imgur.com/4d3gR57.png]] [+blueviolet "Your more slippery zhan i’ve heard doamnă. Vhe vould make a great pair. Don't you think? "] Silently his visage came up from the ground. Pitch black in it’s form at first, but then slowly features revealed themselves. The vampire arose from Loretta’s Shadow itself. Not hard to do in the darkened streets where the shade was cast for miles. But an apt shadowdance nevertheless he knew the moves enough to repeat them now. A millennia since he’d first come to know them. One connected to another, and all; Paths for the Shadowmancer to take. [+blueviolet "Vhe’ve done enough scouting for one night have vhe not? A street full of humans unknowing of our existence isn't zhe ideal place to have a showdown. Lest we not bring unneeded attention to our beloved forest when the humans come looking."] He looked her up and down as his form came to a steady halt. 5 foot 11 and just barely above the head of the heeled demon in front of him. A scent caught his attention. A familiar ritual that brought him back to the cobbled streets of london during spring… There was another legion Nearby. [+blueviolet “I believe Zhat is our que to move on. Shall we?”]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Source+Serif+4:opsz@8..60&display=swap][Source+Serif+4 Right. Of course there wasn't a single coffin in sight. Waltz’s mind was still stuck in the Era of pestilence and plague. Always enough to drink back then. No human sickness affected him afterall. Plague blood proved to be just as sweet as any other. There were always coffins about to stay in. No one even looked for their missing and dead. Simply opting to drag them out onto carts to save what little health they had. Darker times for humans, though a proverbial golden age for his free roaming brethren and himself. He felt for them of course, the humans. The same way you'd care for livestock. Adorable things. He pondered while keeping his eyes locked on the screen in the living room. Alas, he'd have to stay a dawn in the shadow. [+blueviolet [i "Always feels like i'm in a well if i stay too long. But one daylight shouldn't hurt… hate to ask, but i feel more safe in a vampires shadow. Would one of you mind if i spent the day in one of yours?"]] [right [pic https://i.imgur.com/JPiX6vp.png]] He wondered if they had any idea of what he was talking about. Receding onto the ceiling as watched the almost magical talk box, fixated on its blue light that drowned out the natural colors of the night. How curiously fixated he became with it in such a short amount of time. The two femme Vamps played a small game of which would be the guinea pig for the weird blue haired enigma. He wasn't able to keep his attention on them long though, quickly becoming engrossed on the news, then, a show about strange aliens on a green hill. [+blueviolet "Vhy is… zhat sun a baby? Is zhat vhat it looks like now? [I what zhe hell have zhe humans been up too…?] "] Utterly confused he remained entranced until the point of yawning himself to sleep. When he awoke he was well rested aside from the slight claustrophobic nature of his small black pocket. A room of solace and meditation he floated there as if suspended underwater. He felt as if he were floating here. No sense of wind or warmth or hunger. A simple dark without matter or body. Just mind and scattered thoughts. Some memories, some ideas, and not all of them his own. As he shared the shadow of another, he shared the thoughts of another. But, Waltz concentrated his mind on his senses. Feeling, taste, smell then sight and sounds. As he pulled himself from the shadow cast in dimmed sunset light. His body rose like a black fog from the shadows, with a yawn he ruffled a hand through bedheaded lochs. The boy’s form becoming that of color and flesh. Peering out the vampire thanked his donor for their shade, before stretching and walking about the domain of their new friend. It was a new night but their problems remained. Toiling on it as he observed the world through the glass he spoke quietly in almost a hushed tone. Though their hearing was acute enough to hear his soft spoken words clearly. [+blueviolet "Zhe night king demands a toll from us yet again… before vhe had hundreds at our side. Zhe legion always found strength in numbers. So how does a pact sound..?"] A blood pact between pureblooded undead was as binding a word as any. Leaning over the window seal he watched the pinks and purples of the sky vanish slowly but surely. Returning to that bluish purple of night that he found himself so fond of. [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/KxyentH.png]] [center [+blueviolet "Yes! Like ze pacts of old! A vonderful idea! We should paint the town red!"]] With a devilish grin in excitement and a glow in his eyes waltz whipped around to his legionaries. His shadow cloak wafting in the dim lighting of the room. He reached his hand out to the others; Gesturing a physical touch only to notice his tattered clothing of old England. [center [+blueviolet "...Maybe we work on appearances first?"]]
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