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[Agarwaen]

Within the fog covered mountains of 9th century Germany lays a large village with an intricate feudal system. Like all feudal villages this one gave their lord the majority of their crops in exchange for the protection of his army. But this particular contract included something else. In order to protect themselves from the feudal Lord himself, they are forced to sacrifice their first children to the beast on their 14th birthdays.
You see, the Lord of the area is far from human, and all within the village and the other nearby villages under his control whisper his name in fear. They cannot rebel because their lord is immortal. Neither sword nor arrow could harm him for long, yet they’ve seen him scream in agony at the sun’s touch. A vampire. That mere word sends fear into the villagers’ hearts. And all obediently deliver their firstborn children.

At least, they have for a few centuries. Zvenn’s niece, Chernobyl, is about to turn fourteen, and the vampire hunter isn’t about to let Lord Azazel’s filthy fangs touch her neck.

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[Agarwaen]

Want more images? Of course you do: 1,2,3,4
Name: Azazel Cinaed Sophocles
Age: 9,842 but he looks about 24
Gender: Male
Personality: He may seem harsh and cruel for what he does to the villagers but he doesn’t do it for cruelty. He merely sees humans as food when hungry, and therefore, as a human kills the cattle, he kills the human. But he doesn’t always see humans as a way to fill his belly; he feels sorry for them and pities their short lives, he even finds them endearing. He often catches himself watching them whenever they come to the castle or he when he goes to the villages. He tries to distance himself from them, because he doesn’t want to get attached. It’ll cause him unnecessary pain.
He once had a kind soul, but he has hardened himself to mundane problems over the centuries. He no longer sees humanities ‘small’ problems as worrisome. He knows hunger hurts, so he feeds his people in times of drought or flood, but he feels no emotion from doing such a task.
He’s mellow, and it takes a lot to shake his calm. But if he does lose his cool...well depending on the situation he may or may not strike out.
He’s an artistic person, always admiring paintings and music. He absolutely adores books, and is often found with his nose in one.
History:
Description: He looks the same as the photos. His hair can be found in a varity of styles and shapes, because, as a vampire, his hair grows very quickly. Often wears a sword.
Other:As an ancient vampire he possess strength and speed much greater than a human or a vampire younger than him. He has developed the abilities that vampires gain with time, like telepathy, some mind-control (though only making a human feel certain things or forget certain things), telekinesis, pyrokinesis, flight, and some shape-shifting. He can no longer be killed by decapitation, though he would be incapacitated while his head was off his shoulders, or by damaging his heart. To kill a vampire as ancient as him, one must injure him with silver, cut off his head, then burn him. Silver is the only material that can wound a vampire, any wounds created by anything else will heal instantly, unless the vampire is blood starved.He is now immune to sunlight for a short period of time. After a while he’d receive blisters, and in high noon, would burn like a fledgling within 2 minutes of contact with sunlight.

[buttercat,]

xD I had a character named Cinaed!


Name: Rufus "Zvenn" Harding
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Personality: Meh...too lazy >.<
History: --
Desription: He's got one green eye and one brown eye.
Other: Theme song is Not Going Away - Ozzy Osbourne


Name: William Howard Blakeney
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Personality: Will's immature, adorable and...fairly shy. He knows his place and never steps out of line. Will is extremely emotional and gets upset over the smallest things.
History: His mother worked for Azazel. Will was born a servant to him. His mother died when Will was eight. He was spared by Azazel, who only bit him, as long as he'd serve for the Lord for as long as they both lived...which is basically forever.
Desription: N/A
Other: Theme song is Sunset in July - 311


Name: Chernobyl Locke
Age: 13, almost 14
Gender: Female
Personality: Chernobyl is a sassy, snappy punk who doesn't take orders from anybody.
History: Nothing much
Desription: N/A
Other: Theme song is Let Me Hear You Scream - Ozzy Osbourne [Star loves her Ozzy...xD]


Name: Kloë
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Personality: Again...lazy >.<
History: --
Desription: N/A
Other: Theme song is Runnin' Down A Dream - Tom Petty

[buttercat,]

.:Zvenn Harding:.
I've got nothing to hide
I'm not guilty inside
I won't give up
After all I'm still crazy

The letter had arrived less than a week ago. His sister had explained everything to him. Chernobyl, his lovely niece, was doomed to die in less than two weeks. On her birthday. The lord of the town had required it. What kind of sicko did that? Zvenn had been so full of rage and hate while reading the letter.

Zvenn had saddled his fastest horse and set off as soon as he could, fully equipped with his slaying tools. Wooden stakes, dried garlic, a mirrored lantern that imitated sunlight and more. He'd just arrived at his Sister's town. Germany was a beautiful place, despite what was going on here. He rode through the open gates into the town. It was fairly large, and he had no idea where to start looking for his sister. Thankfully, she made it easy for him. A young woman with light brown hair ran up to him, her black dress moving like water around her figure.

Zvenn dismounted his horse and ran to Kloë, hugging her tight in his arms. "Where's Chernobyl?" He asked quickly.

.: Kloë Locke :.
Yeah, runnin' down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin' on a mystery, goin' wherever it leads
Runnin' down a dream

Kloë, already dressed in mourning clothes, had left her simple farm house at the first sight of sunlight. She was supposed to meet her brother at the gates. She had been so full of hope at his arrival, but he only had about a week and a half to save her daughter. The middle-aged woman doubted it would be enough.

Sure enough, she spotted the tall, black-haired man on a red-bay stallion. She ran to his arms and sobbed. "Oh, Zvenn..." She whimpered, pulling herself away from him and managing to control herself. "She's back at the house. She's been so upset lately. Please tell me you can help us." She begged.

.: Will Blakeney :.
January, February,
March Into May
Here's June With A Tune
Just To Brighten My Day

Will was up and getting ready for the day. He was peering into the small mirror that had once been his mother's. It's frame was made of wood, carved into grape vines and grapes themselves. It was really pretty. Will leaned closer, inspecting his fangs. He ran a tongue over them, grinning. As he thought about it, they kinda made him look like a bat...or a kitty!

"Meow, Meow!" He giggled, smiling down at the mirror. Now all he needed was whiskers, kitty ears and a tail! He wished he had a tail. That would have been really, really cool. The servant boy put the mirror back in his small bag, sliding it under his cot and left the servant's quarter's, heading upstairs. He knew The Lord Azazel would probably be up by now and would need something. He usually did at this time.

Will loved being around Azazel. Most people would think he was strange for saying that, but the man was nice enough to Will. And he told him things, sometimes. Stories about vampires...but only if Will was really, really good. He loved hearing stories about great vampires in history. Being a vampire himself, he wanted to be just like them someday.

{{ Meh, I'm terrible at starting >.< }}

[Agarwaen]

Azazel Cinaed Sophocles


Azazel’s eyes fluttered open as the sunlight somehow managed to peak through the dark, heavy drapes that covered the windows of his chambers. He stared at the sunlight for a moment, wondering what its warmth felt like. He’d forgotten it so long ago, and now that he wouldn’t burn immediately from its touch he couldn’t feel its heat. He couldn’t feel the cold either, so it was only fair. The warmth of blood was enough for him.
But even so he sat up slowly, reaching out to the sunlight, knowing he was searching in vain. He stared at his pale hand, its white surface reflecting the light off of it. He sighed softly and removed himself from his bed. He treaded softly across the room, running a hand through his long wavy tresses. His hair always grew to his knees while his was sleeping. So cutting it was an issue he had to take off every time he awoke, or it’d drag on the floor with 5 extra feet by lunch time. That was an unnecessary length in his opinion, so he grabbed the scissors off the vanity and quickly snipped at his hair. He didn’t bother to check in the mirror, he’d had quite a few millennia to prefect his skills. Today he let his hair stay wavy, and merely cut it at a length that covered his neck.
When finished he tossed the scissors on the vanity and walked over to the wardrobe, shedding the white silk robe that he had worn to sleep. He dressed quickly, donning a white frilly shirt, an ebony jacket, black pants, and knee length high heeled boots.
Satisfied with his grooming he left his room with a lofty gait that only a noble could possess. He walked down the sunlight filled hall with a calm, emotionless face. Granted he didn’t find the sunlight pleasant, but he’d been keeping human hours since he’d established his authority here. It was more convenient for his subjects, who came to the castle by day to complain about one thing or another. He believed that the majority should be comfortable, and that obviously meant the humans.
He smiled somewhat when he saw Will walking down the hall toward him. He approached the boy, “Good morning Will, would you get someone to clean my room.” It wasn’t a question, after all a master doesn’t ask for his servants to do anything. “Also, I shall be going down to the village today. There is something I want to check. You may accompany me if you wish.” He smiled slightly, “But first I must sit through three boring hours of peasants complaining about things I cannot change.” He patted his young servant’s head and walked away.
He walked through the castle and to the large empty throne room. He gestured for the guards to open the doors to allow a few of the brave, yet trembling peasants who came to enter. He then sat on the large stone throne. Waiting for the terrified villagers to speak.

}{Sunlight, decapitation, wound to the heart, and starvation would kill a fledgling. But because Will, is a fledgling of Azazel, he’d be fine in sunlight for up to half an hour at a time XD He’d also have some slight telepathic abilities. Also the photo at the top will always be the way Azazel is dressed, so I shall never have to explain his clothes or hair again XD}{

[buttercat,]

{{ Sorry it took me so long >.< Soccer practice then I went in the pool. It's so friggin' hot down here!
Ah, thank you. As I said before, I know zilch about vampires...>.<
Also...who's that in your signature? The girl on the far left looks familiar...is it a band? }}

.: Will Blakeney :.
January, February,
March Into May
Here's June With A Tune
Just To Brighten My Day

Will nodded eagerly. He loved going to the village. A change of scenery was always pleasant...as long as it was quick. Will hated being out in the sun for more the fifteen minutes. He didn't want to burn up. It was usually a hard thing to remember when he waso caught up in all the scenery.
"Yes, M'Lord." Will said, grinning. He watched the lord move into the throne room. Will had only been in there a few times, and those times had always been so exciting. Of course, almost everything was exciting for Will. But these opportunities were amazing.
Will turned and headed off to the Servant's quarters, finding someone who's name escaped him. "The Lord's called for his room to be cleaned. Would you help me?" He asked softly. The young woman nodded and the two set off to Lord Azazel's room. Will loved the Lord's room. It was so...ancient and fun ot look at.

[Agarwaen]

Azazel Cinaed Sophocles

Azazel stared at the fidgeting peasants for five minutes, while they stood staring at the floor in silence. He heaved a sigh, why did they always have to go through this every time he opened his doors to them? He got to his feet silently and gestured for the guards to send the villagers away. The peasants looked terrified, but he didn’t want to waste time with them, despite the fact that he was the one with all eternity to waste. They were annoying. They had the courage to come up here to his castle, yet they couldn’t speak in front of him? He’d never touched a single one of them that hadn’t been a first-born of the age of fourteen. So they knew he wouldn’t hurt them. But they must have feared the fact that he could. And that he’d enjoy doing it.
He watched them as they retreated gratefully, the expression on his face apathetic as usual. He should stop doing this. It was rare that one would actually speak to him in the first few groups of peasants. They’d started to get braver, more hostile, but not enough of them complained to make this exactly worthwhile. So they wouldn’t get their say in his reign, because he truly listened to them when they did speak.
But they wouldn’t speak, and he couldn’t stand to be around them for long enough to coax their words out of them. It’d been a month since the last blood sacrifice had ripened, and the ache in his body was growing steadily. Soon it’d be a dull pain, and from there it’d get worse. But he’d get fed soon enough. He had to remind himself that, even when the beating of human hearts sounded so delicious.
So he hurried from the room, stopping only to tell a guard to send away the rest of the wearisome humans.

}{It’s fine XD I’m slow at replying too…but I write long posts so…it’s all good…^^
Ah, well in that case looking at the ‘other’ part of Azazel’s form should enlighten you quite a bit on my perception of vampires XD
Though I didn’t write all the facts down…like how their blood can heal a human’s wounds and restore a human’s memory by being drank. But then again, drinking a large amount of their blood would turn one into a vampire…and also, garlic has no effect…neither do crosses. Silver does though XD
The ‘girl’ on the far left is actually a man. It is a band XD, the best band ever! Versailles, actually. I love them.}{

[buttercat,]

{{ Sorry if my posts are really short...I have zero muse right now...I had a pretty bad day yesterday. }}

Will and the other servant headed to Lord Azazel's room. Will grinned as he looked around. The place was massive! He wished he had a room like this. But of course, that was impossible, being a servant. The woman began picking up clothes and linens for the wash and Will got to dusting. He liked dusting. It effected most of the other servants, but he'd always been able to stand it without sneezing.

[Agarwaen]

Azazel Cinaed Sophocles

Azazel heaved a sigh as he once again found himself in the empty hall. Where were servants when you needed them? He may not be able to feed off the villagers but he’d never promised his servants that they wouldn’t feel the pain of his fangs. But then again he’d never bitten any of them before so they probably assumed that he followed some moral guideline when it came to his servants. But he didn’t, he’d just never gone long enough without blood to resort to something of that nature. The servants were paid for their work; they lived in his castle as well, so he simply found it a bit…cruel, to subjugate them to his unrelenting hunger.
But it was necessary at this point; the hunger was beginning to affect his judgement and body, and that was never a good thing. He walked back to his room, knowing his servants would still be there. He opened the grand wooden doors and scanned the large room with his eyes, a smile growing on his lips when his gaze fell on the women who had been assisting Will.
Without a word he stepped into his room, treading softly toward the younger women, crimson battling the ice blue of his irises. He’d been fully intending to feast upon the girl, but he froze when she began to tremble. His eyes widened slightly as he suddenly remembered that she had emotions too, probably more than he did. She had a family, a life, perhaps a lover or some children. He turned away from them, leaning against one of the pole of his bed, his hair hiding his face from view.
“Leave us.” He said gruffly to the young maid. She quickly scurried out of the room; slamming the door behind her as if afraid he’d follow her. He shuddered violently when she was gone. He pulled back from the pole merely to flop onto the bed. “Ah, I am a monster Will.” He buried his head into the soft velvet and silk of his bed, “How have you managed to stay so pure?” He asked into the bed, though he was quite certain the boy would be able to understand him.

[buttercat,]

{{ Alright...ate so much Easter candy, I can't move. Expect hyper posts xD}}

.: Will Blakeney :.
January, February,
March Into May
Here's June With A Tune
Just To Brighten My Day

Will watched as Lord Azazel walked into his room. He immediately knew something was up. His face paled, watching the lord and his master move in on the other servant. He'd seen him feed before, but he looked so...hungry this time. It sent chills down his spine and the two small puncture scars on his neck stung a little as he remembered his fourteenth birthday.

He cast a very sympathetic glance at the girl as she left, wishing he could followed her. In truth, the Lord errified him, especially in moods like this. He returned his attention to Azazel, tilting his head and trying to regain himself. "S-sir, I'm afraid I don't understand...." He said softly.

Pure? Pure meant a lot of things...pure of mind, pure of body, pure of spirit...Maybe it had something to do with not needing blood as much as Azazel did? He knew the Lord got sick if he didn't drink enough of it and Will knew he's end up that way eventually.