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[Benathorn]

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The room had grown solemnly quiet as the two Greyfell siblings sat alone in the cool embrace of endless shadows. Aiden barely flinched as his sister used him for support to stand, her hand lingering for but a brief moment upon his shoulder to convey a subtle sign of gratitude towards his previous encouragement, before slowly gliding to the armchair she had preoccupied before. The man remained standing, however, his back turned towards his sibling as he appeared unmoving. The snapping flickers of light from the single flame in the dark room seemed to chase the shadows in vein, its dim aura barely casting a subtle warm hue over dark unreadable features as Rowena finally broke the silence. His sister proclaimed with what seemed to be a bitter whisper that there was nothing worth remembering in their past, which oddly in turn made him feel as if he were distant from the one being he felt most close to... but that was where she was wrong.

Unbeknownst to his sister, Aiden's eyes seemed to harden at such words, as if she had cut somewhere deep unknowingly. Long dark brown bangs draped across his sharp features, hiding their master's brief show of suppressed emotion as thin lips pursed in confliction at her words. There was much to miss that the man had neglected to confide in his sibling's presence. Of the times when they had first turned, when they were able to hunt freely in the night with youthful vigor and without restraint. A time when he had fully embraced this life of a predator whose thirst never wained and only craved more never ending bloodshed. Over the centuries such freedom had been taken from them, the mortals forever growing more and more in numbers, while vampires dwindled and hid away, becoming opportunists instead of rightfully striking fear into the lowly beings that walked in the daylight with simple minds. That was what he desired most-- to feed without restraint and be in control once again... it was what was truly plaguing the young lord's thoughts these days. That perhaps this so called 'murderer' was in the right and they were the one's who were gravely wrong for neglecting their true natures...

Aiden was abruptly brought back from such dark thoughts as he felt the could touch of his sister's hand in his. It almost made him flinch slightly as he returned the grip with a dull one of his own, before Rowena ended their conversation with a proclamation for them to get ready before heading off towards the beneficiary tonight. However, just as they were about to leave the sound of quick footsteps alerted them before a stout maid came through the private lounge doors. The intrusion alone made the Greyfell lord stiffen at this woman's audacity, all the while she went about explaining in an exasperating yet charismatic manner that she had brought a street girl to their estate due to almost hitting the individual with one of their carriages. Aiden would have simply ignored this grave overstep of authority if not for the maid's next few words, almost seemingly demanding that the two Greyfell's apologize of all things to someone of no importance or high standard. The young male merely stood rigid and deathly silent as his sister immediately played the part of a worried patron, exiting the room in feigned worry, while leaving Aiden and the maid alone as he lingered purposefully behind.

Slowly, and with an almost unnerving practiced ease, the lord of the household walked quietly over to the doors before carefully closing them shut and locking the two from within. Hearing the small audible click, the maid dubbed Mary turned around in curiosity as she was brightening the lamp that was dimmed prior to her coming here, "My Lord? Shouldn't you be down with the young lass? I felt so terrible for the poor dear and I--" Her words were cut off almost immediately as the master of the estate now stood just a mere inch from her person in a matter of seconds, invading her personal space with the faintest of strained smiles upon his thin lips, and a narrowed gaze that glared with hidden intensity before he spoke, "Mary was it? Such a dreadfully symbolic name... " the man seemed to speak with a sharp edge to his now threateningly deep voice yet still held a strained grin, "Tell me, Mary. How long have you been with us?" The woman, for as simple minded as she appeared to be, seemed to at least have some sense of a basic prey instinct as she stammered with a frightened glance, her air of ignorance now completely replaced with the scent of fear "N-nearly a month... sir." She murmured. Her own gaze now fiercely averted in submission like that of a child being scolded, refusing to look up into the dark man's eyes that bored into her figure. The man's thin brow raised only slightly at such a response. That would explain things, the woman was not someone from his feeding circle so it was the first time he had spoken with her one on one and why she would dare think to ask him to apologize for her foolish mistake. "A whole month? I am surprised you lasted this long. However, let me make something clear..."

Aiden's stance suddenly took on a more threatening disposition as his face broke into a wild wicked grin while fangs flashed in demonic glee. His once soft brown eyes now bled into blackened pools of an endless hunger that glared gleefully at the other as he drew himself but a breath's length from her now horrified expression, "No mortal is to ever suggest I apologize for their mistakes." He growled while chuckling almost madly to her at what was about to befall those who did not obey the rules which were set in place for any under the Greyfell roof. "Welcome to the feeding circle, my dearest dearest Mary..."

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Aiden exited the lounge while carefully closing the doors behind him with a renewed firm grip and devilish smile. He had tried his very best not to make such a feeding frenzy messy, unfortunately his hunger had gotten the best of him and now he was an utter wreak. His white long-sleeved shirt was nearly blackened from what had transpired, and he knew his hair and sharp features were probably just as disheveled. Thank goodness he took what was left of his self control before he gave in fully to remove his charcoal hued coat, now using the one attire he wore most to hide the wet blood stained clothes that clung to his pale skin beneath. Straightening himself with an almost drunken gaze to his dark brown eyes, he loosely ran his thin long fingers through messy sweat drenched bangs, while breathing a blissful sigh of subtle content. He rarely ever drained a servant of their blood fully, but this time it had to be done. It would not do at all to allow such things to go unpunished without being made an example of, and the maid had unfortunately caught him at a very bad time it seemed. Using his thumb to gingerly wipe and lick clean the remnants of his most recent meal from his lips, Aiden began to walk towards the stairs to at least gain some insight as to who the foolish girl had brought here. However, he found it frustratingly hard to scent anything but the thickly laden blood that clung all around his tall physic, forcing him to rely on acute hearing alone to make out the conversation below.

Just as he began to hear voices from where he stood atop the stairs, the young lord gestured silently for one of his more competent butlers to clean up the mess he had made prior. Though the feeding had been a quick one, the man still felt his usual intense hunger begin to rise once more with even more vigor. A thing that happened often after a long fast since his intense desire for blood had now had its first taste in over a week, the feeling left him dissatisfied and aching for more. Such a shame he could not become full off of one individual. She had tasted bitter and left him painfully unfulfilled, unlike the usual lords and ladies he dined upon when possible and with great greed. He would have to clean up before meeting his sister and whomever the maid had dragged into their abode. After all, judging by Rowena's voice, it seemed she was having fun with their mortal guest, and Aiden had indeed just recently promised his dear sister she would be fed soon...

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

Rowena Mary Greyfell
roe - vampire - 426 years - relationship; n/a - siblings; Aden Greyfell - allies; WIP - enemies; WIP - location; Greyfell estate - tagged; Aiden.
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As the young woman sat talking to Victoria she stiffened slightly, breathing in deeply. Blood. Free flowing and new, it hit her nostrils full force, even downstairs it was so intoxicating that she could feel her fangs pressing down on the inside edges of her lips, the sharp ivory needle sharp against her cool skin. She couldn't stop herself from rising to her feet quickly, crossing the room and ringing a small bell that rested on the edge of the windowsill, the shrill noise heading through the halls of the house feverishly until one of the stall appeared. Zachery, Rowena's man servent. He ran most of her errands and was usually quick to answer the call of the bell. However his slight tardiness at the present time angered the vampire and she turned to look sharply at him.
"I don't appreciate tardiness Zachery," she said sharply, looking down to Victoria and then back to the man in the door, "see to it that this young woman is delivered home and compensated for any medical expenses," Rowena continued, itching to head upstairs and follow her nose after the blood she could smell, depite the temptation to dig her fangs into Victoria's neck only moments ago. Right now she only wished to leave this room.
"Of course my lady. Do you require anything else of me?" Zacery asked, sensing the dangerous presence coming off in waves from his mistress. Victoria spun her head to look at Victoria again., nodding her head before storming from the room, her shirts billowing and swaying out behind her.

She took the stairs quickly, her pupils dilating at both the smell of freshly spilled blood, and the wafting scent of roses from below where she had left Victoria in the room below. She had to pause on the upstairs landing to control herself but that wasn't going to happen, and she wasn't about to loose herself so publically on the stair landing when there was a guest in her home. The young lady almost didn't notice her brother standing on the landing with her until she turned her head, looking at him, her nostrils flaring as the tantalizing scents that were flooding through their home. Aiden would have no time to see the woman down stairs. Zachery would see to it that she was sent home quickly.
"I don't think I'll let you down into that room after you have 'treated' Molly such," Rowena told him simply, gripping the landing rail as she breathed in deeply. Molly ha not survived. She figured that. That's what the young girl got for being ignorant and foolish in the presence of her and her brother, "that girl is something else brother. Something I have not been near for a long time...it is ancient and unnerving. I barely managed to contain anything. Unlike you up here thogh. But I don't blame you for that," she continued, watching as Zachery escorted the young woman out of the sitting room and through the front door.

When she was gone Rowena released the pressure on her mouth, extending her fangs, fighting every instinct in her that told her to run after the girl and drain her of every life giving ounce of fluid she possessed. Her fangs extended, glinting cleanly in the faint light. She remembered days when they had been blood stained for days of goring and feasting on any young man that crossed her path. She longed for that time again, but knew it was gone. She turned to her brother, stepping closer and lightly whipping off a red streak from his pale hand, her blue grey eyes flashing black
"Come with me please. I need your help with something, and what I wish to discuss cannot be talked about here," she told him, moving off down the landing and continuing up the next flight of stairs, heading towards the east end of the grounds and to her own chambers.

[Benathorn]

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The voices below were abruptly silenced by a few sharp tings which echoed endlessly throughout the empty manner. Aiden knew full well what such a bell signaled as dark eyes narrowed in subtle curiosity to watch one of Rowena's man servants dart past him and rush below to his mistress' call. It was only mere seconds after he disappeared from Aiden's sight that his sibling's slender form took his place, however, he could immediately tell that something was off. She was losing her once renowned composure while she swiftly took to the the flight of stairs in great haste, all the while bright eyes flashed and hidden frustration seemed to radiate from her quickly dissolving human form. Just what had transpired down there in that room that would make his sister seem almost wild in comparison to her usual self control?

Such a question was left unanswered at that time as the vampire lord met his sibling at the top of the landing as Rowena met his gaze while she spoke. The elder brother could only flash her a knowing smile as his sibling rejected him from going to meet their guest due to his treatment of the maid from before, "Come now, Rowena, what makes you think I can't keep my composure around our guest? Aiden feigned being hurt unjustly by his sibling's remark as he flashed her a fanged smile, still stained with his previous meal, while his last word seemed to suggest that he viewed the term 'guest' to be more appetizing rather than welcoming. "Besides, I only did what was necessary. You know how much I hate being told to apologize..." The young male let his last statement trial off with almost palpable venomous disdain before his attention was caught by his sister's next comment. The woman was unnerved, which was alarming in and of itself, but what was more concerning was that she seemed to think the that the human which had been brought here was something entirely different than their usual prey stock-- something ancient and unnerving. It made Aiden pause for a moment in silence, now focusing with intent on the subtle fragrance which wafted from his sibling's presence. Though the salty tang of blood was thickly laden upon his person, he could still pick out that faint sweetness which made his mind quell in both subdued recognition and entice his most darkest of predatory instincts to erupt forth without restraint... hadn't he scented such an enticing scent before? Long ago... such a distant memory...

Aiden was thankfully brought back from such dark intentions as the sweet scent he was focusing so intently on before was broken by Rowena's mention of his lack of self control while she was made to suffer alone with the human who strained her composure so-- albeit not blaming him for his actions prior of course. He gave her a shallow laugh, one that was filled with ill mischief as he playfully responded with a wicked gleam to his dark gaze, "Sometimes you should really think about letting yourself go one of these days, Rowena. Giving in to what you really are is far more endearing than playing the part of a model aristocrat." Aiden allowed his more predatory side to speak for him for a brief instant, a means to make light of the situation and regain his senses from that intoxicating aroma, before erasing such rule breaking words with a playful shrug, "But I jest, of course! I'm still just sorely famished is all and that maid did nothing but to awaken a hunger that runs deep and without pause..."

The vampire lord let his words trail off from there as he watched his sibling allow herself a brief reprieve from her demanding self control. Fangs now glinting and blue eyes flashing fiercely in untamed hunger, the man could only give his sister a charming smile at seeing her true self as she removed a streak of crimson from his hand that still lingered, before she spoke with a sudden urgency that made him pause. Rowena requested his presence away from any eyes or ears as she beckoned them towards a familiar route that led to the female's private quarters. Aiden usually allowed his sister the whole east wing while his chambers were kept concealed to the west, each were given their secrecy and space for the most part, and the young lord only ever ventured to his sibling's quarters when it was she that led him there. If Rowena wished to speak there then his sibling truly did fear something that he could not fully see as of yet. However, he made no mention of this as he followed swiftly behind, his features unreadable and silent as curiosity for this odd action was kept at bay till they were completely alone.

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

Rowena Mary Greyfell
roe - vampire - 426 years - relationship; n/a - siblings; Aden Greyfell - allies; WIP - enemies; WIP - location; Private Chambers - tagged; Aiden.
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rowena continued up the stairs into what was decidedly 'her' wing of the house. The windows were all opened, blowing the cool evening breeze in at every glass window. But despite that, their were no lanterns or candles lit in the wing. Rowena liked dark. The darker the better. Usually there was not even a light lit in her wing. No one dared venture up except her servants and sometimes her prey. Other than that, the darkness suited the young lady. It was her retreat from the feigned reality she was forced to play every day of her life. Immortality was a curse. But one had to make the most out of it

Reaching her chambers, she swung upon the door. Her room was simple, filled with elegant and varnished wooden furniture, the colours of the wood a deep auburn gold, standing out against the deep and succulent red wall paper, with its golden filigree detail. Her bed was sheltered in the furthest and darkest reaches of the room, and the whole environment held a lingering and seductively charmed smell to it. To a man it was alluring. To a vampire, their keen noses would see through the facade and realise that this was a place of death, the tang of blood in the faint scents that mingled in the room. In the centre of the room, atop a table was a tall vase, filled with almost black red roses. From the benefit organiser. A Mister Strongwell. Rowena had no doubt that he was an admirer. Admirer's made the best prey, as long as they weren't too prominent a person to go missing. They would literally follow Rowena straight to their deaths, without struggle or realisation until it was all but too late. After her brother entered the room she turned, shutting the door behind him and locking it, moving to her small vanity and desk near the window.

"That girl....my brother, reminds me of a past all vampires would forget. An alluring scent of roses, mingled in with the bitter sweet tang of blood. Something that would have driven me mad with desire," she explained to him, her eyes dark and tangled both with longing thought and hunger. She had read something in the historical texts of her kind about such mortals. Those whose blood was as sweet as a rose, but came with just as many thorns. Dangerous to all her kind. Rowena sat slowly down into her chair, looking at her reflection in the polished glass of the mirror, taking herself in a moment. She looked wild, like a rabid animal, her eyes pulsating still, needing to kill. She was fighting desire at an animalistic level, and it felt so wrong to do so. Sighing she lowered her gaze to the objects on her vanity. She didn't say much more in the ways of what she had experienced downstairs in the sitting room, but could sense her brother felt the unease that was rolling off of her in waves

Deciding she could find no words in her normal and formal speech she turned to look at her brother, beckoning him closer, "thy son of the night, hear this now, the echoed voice of your darkest sister. Our dearest night is where we slake our thirst, become mere animals. Thy actions are not accepted by the light. Yet in this darkness, can thou'st not sense an ancient force stirring to life again, unknown in its might to those who posses its power," she spoke, her words echoing hauntingly throughout the room, "I fear not the night, but now tread cautiously. As thou should. For now...." she lifted her head, her fangs gleaming wickedly in the increasing moonlight, "the hunt is truly afoot, for both foe and prey alike." Rowena finished, looking up at him from where she sat. Her whole body seemed limbered, free from even her vampire compare. It was not animal like, but a willingness to hunt for both food and sport. Something had snapped within her mind about the girl and the monster prowling the streets and focusing scrutiny, both mortal and immortal on London .

And after that it was as though Rowena had changed entirely. Composed in a manner that was not forced as she looked at her brother before standing, crossing the room to her luxuriant wardrobe, swinging open the doors and running her hands over the dresses. Silk, taffeta and the finest cotton, hues of every colour. She eyed them carefully before looking back to Aiden and flashing him a wickedly seductive smile. "shall you pick for me, dearest brother of the night? But then no. Your taste is not my style," she chuckled smoothly, her eyes flashing in amusement as she combed her eyes over the garments, waiting for her brothers responses.

[Benathorn]

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Once they were both ushered into the room Aiden merely gazed about with a careful eye as everything still seemed to be where it was the last time he visited, save for the new vase of symbolic blood red roses. No doubt a gift from someone that Aiden was sure had no knowledge of just what creature they were trying to appeal to. It made him scoff inwardly before he came to a stand still near an opened window in the room's cool dark quarters. A subtle night time breeze wafted gently through gingerly opened glass, casting thin drapes to dance in it's wind before tentatively brushing past the man's long bangs. It almost seemed to beckon them to hunt, after all, it promised to be a beautiful night as the last dying rays of evening light were beginning to be swallowed by the approaching darkness.

Aiden kept his gaze turned towards the outside world as Rowena began to finally speak after she had locked the door. The young vampire lord showed no sign of emotion while his sibling divulged her fears of what had just recently walked through their doors unexpectedly. Of ancient foes that were almost nearly forgotten, whose blood holds both taint and desire-- an old Order and even older word that was barely uttered these days, of rose blood... Aiden did not have to turn to see how much it had affected his sister, the man could hear the intense longing within her voice alone. If this is what the mere scent could incite in a vampire then he could only imagine that the tales were true about how it would drive one mad if even one drop were tasted. Indeed, his sibling almost looked as such when they had entered, but now that they were away it seemed the effects of such blood were gradually waning as she spoke to him once more.

This time Aiden gave Rowena a side glance as she called to him by his true origin to listen. His sibling spoke in the old tongue of their original era from which they came, proclaiming that the ancient rose blood once thought lost was stirring again and that both should tread more cautiously than ever for the time being. Such a warning made the male narrow his gaze in silent anger and conflicting thoughts. Rowena and him had never tasted of the rose blood that some of the more esteemed or older vampires spoke of in times past. Nor were they apart of when the order had been thought annihilated, no... oddly the Greyfell family had been turned shortly after such events took place so it was still a mystery to him as to how vampires were able to potentially wipe out the one thing that was most dangerous to their kind. So many questions had arisen in such a short amount of time, and how timely it was that their father and sir Malcolm were coming tomorrow night after they had just learned of this...

However his subdued frustrations were momentarily erased as he watched Rowena seemingly change into something he had recognized in himself for a very long time now. She seemed more sure all of the sudden, as if finally giving up on keeping appearances and prepared to no longer hide her true self now that a new hunt was to begin. It was an alluring aura that he found himself liking much more in the fellow kindred spirit that shared in his same agony and curse, and one that Aiden could not help but smile sweetly to with a slight fanged grin and dark narrowed gaze.

"Your warning is duly noted, sister-- but I must admit, it's nice to see the old Rowena back and as confidant as ever." Aiden spoke in a smooth tone that exuded an unnatural confidence of his own, "I suppose the hunt is on then. I'm sure some of the others will want to know about what is mindlessly walking the streets besides our uncanny murderer. I'm beginning to like all these new obstacles, however. Makes things... more exciting again." There were stakes now, and though Aiden made them seem less threatening due to his playful mannerisms, the Greyfell lord knew very well that their kind's long hidden ways were about to be exposed if they did not eradicate the rose blood once and for all. It also called into question that perhaps there was more than just one who actually knew what they were... those individuals were what he craved most for as he kept such desires contained for the meantime. He had not faced a hunter in over three centuries and missed the challenge which sparked hunts that were of his fondest memories...

Not allowing any of his deeper concerns to surface for the time being so as not to ruin the moment, Aiden merely smiled with content to his sibling as she jested about his taste in clothing. "I'll have you know that I have wonderful taste in attire, Rowena--" Aiden paused for a moment as he glanced at his current state, "Ignoring the blood stained clothes I'm wearing of course, I would suggest something that shows your absolute purity and sound of mind, like white or perhaps sky blue." He was being sarcastic now as he teased his sister with an airy laugh, "But I suppose I'll leave that up to you. I, on the other hand, need to change before we leave. As much as I love to adorn blood stained clothes I know it would only cause a scene at your beneficiary and we wouldn't want that now would we?" It was a light excuse to leave the room as he slowly excited and left his sibling alone to get ready, all the while his features turned suddenly dark and grave as he briskly walked to his own quarters with great intent. The Elder one and their father had much to answer for when they arrived, but for now, Aiden desperately needed to know more about this rose blood...

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Ｂａｓｉｃｓ

name; lucian alexander black
nickname; "I do not wish for a nick name."
age; 792 years old (appears as 22)
gender; male
birth day; October 31st
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hair color; dark brown
facial hair; is strictly clean-shaven at all times
eye color; dark brown, almost black; flashes gold when angered.
height; 6'4"
body type; lean muscle, arms and torso are focused areas of fitness for him
other; has a tribal tattoo that spans across his entire right arm, shoulder, and right portion of his chest.

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positive traits; confident, observant, clever, intelligent, focused
negative traits; manipulative, arrogant, condescending, cold, aloof
fears; being discovered (though he would never admit it)
likes; stars, gold, luxury items, horses, swords
dislikes; women, strangers, weakness, liabilities, commoners
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mother; elizabeth rose monroe (deceased)
father; charles xavier black (deceased)
sibling(s); none
children; none
spouse; n/a
love interest; n/a
comrade(s); n/a
enemy(s); n/a

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Born into wealth, Lucian grew up immersed in the lies, manipulations, and corruption that epitomizes aristocracy. He was groomed since childhood to become a high ranking member of society, a man who could bring great honor to his family and be fit to wed anyone. And he did. At the age of manhood, fourteen, he was wedded to a stunning young duchess, Mary. Their courtship was nonexistent, having been arranged by both party's parents. They were not in love, but it was their duty to their families to carry on as though they were. She was beautiful, her dowry and reputation more than suitable, and her family guaranteed the safety of his own. The thirteenth century was a troubling time, rumors raced through palace walls about the Mongols coming to invade Europe, and the Pope was in the midst of leading the last of the Crusades. His marriage was not something he could afford to lose. On All Hallows' Eve, Lucian held his twenty-second birthday celebration. At the stroke of midnight, he was to meet his wife in their chambers for her special surprise. Upon his entrance, something sharp dug into his lower spine. Mary held him at knife point, and what transpired that night is something that Lucian would never speak of for centuries to come. It was that night that he endured the most agony that he had ever felt, at the hands of a woman. He struggled against his turning, fought with every ounce of strength that he had. He even attempted to murder Mary. A thin, white, hardly visible to the mortal eye, line runs straight across his neck. It pains Lucian every so often, and he can be found tracing it when he's lost in thought. To this day, Mary is still alive and amongst the shadows of his existence. Whenever she chooses to reappear in his life, he is forced to obey his maker's orders. In present day, Lucian resides on an expansive, wealthy estate. He owns over one thousand acres of pasture, and is obsessed with the security of his property line. He does not trifle with women nor children, for he refuses to have any liabilities in his life. He is the owner of a successful breeding business, supplying England and its surrounding nations with Europe's finest horses. In his spare time, he practices as a custom-order, high-end blacksmith with a specialty in knives and swords. He gained knowledge about the delicacies of sharp-tipped metal as time passed around him. He enlisted in wars upon wars, facing the harsh brutalities of death but being unable to join them, but not for lack of trying. Eventually he rose to be respected militarily, but that was not enough for Lucian. If he could not be killed by sword, then he wanted to be feared by it. Through his merciless abuse of his swordsmanship, he grew to learn the blacksmith trade. Occasionally, Lucian will hold balls on the Black Estate, and when he does, nobody misses it. His grandiose tendencies earned him a party reputation that in actuality is trivial to him. He is rarely seen with anyone or out in public, and is rumored to hold illicit hunting activities in the woodlands on his property. There are more rumors than facts known about Lucian, something that has come to his attention in light of the recent killings. Lucian knows that he must eventually answer to the inquiries of the detectives, but in the mean, he is more concerned with the silencing of whomever is disturbing the peace.

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name; arielle elizabeth falcone
nickname; elle
age; 23 years old
gender; female
birth day; April 2nd
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hair color; black, naturally wavy, and cuts off around the curve of her back
eye color; light blue; darkens when she's upset or lying.
height; 5'5"
body type; petite overall, but has the silhouette of an hourglass. she has lean muscle from working for what she has.
other; works for lucian on his estate

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positive traits; fiercely loyal, quiet, compassionate, trustworthy, fast, patient
negative traits; stubborn, unrealistic, bottles emotions up, rebellious, impulsive
fears; people getting close to her, heights, death, fire
likes; rain, horses, swimming, archery
dislikes; heights, summer, swords, spoiled people
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mother; kristina daisy o'connor (deceased)
father; robert william falcone (deceased)
sibling; none
children; none
spouse; none
love interest; n/a
comrade(s); n/a
enemy(s); n/a

Arielle was born as middle-class French citizen, something that is not always taken kindly to by the English. Until the age of fourteen, she resided in a country manor buried deep in the heart of southern France. It was a fair sized property, with a stable complete with horses on it. Elle spent most of her days outside in nature, with the animals. When her father ran into gambling debts that turned into imminent danger, they uprooted their lives and headed to England, where her mother had family. It was a long journey, and her mother had never had outstanding health. Her mother became terminally ill, and passed away not long after they arrived safely at Elle's aunt's house. Distraught, her father lost what little integrity he had in himself and self-medicated with gambling and drinking. Her aunt knew that it would be detrimental to a young lady's virtue to have a drunken father as her reputation, so she sent Elle off to a 'family friend', a rich man by the name of Lucian who Elle's aunt promised would keep her safe, well taken care of, and most importantly, would help her be a proper lady. At first, Elle was intimidated by the dark, tall man who spoke very little and looked at her the way a hawk looks at a rat: pity and superiority. Her first years on his estate were torturous, filled with etiquette classes, his consistent ridicule at her French background and lack of proper education, and absolute loneliness. Eventually, she wormed her way into the horses. It was the only thing she could gain Lucian's respect with because both he and she knew that it was her talent. At present day, she has been Lucian's employee for five years, his acquaintance for longer, and the only person who sees him on a daily basis for even longer. She wasn't fooled by her living with him, though, for she knew that the man could not possess any feelings more than that of a snake. She instead busied herself with making something out of her life. She was of age to be married, but no man in his right mind would take a fancy to a girl who lives alone with another man. Aside from that, she was too quiet to make friends easily anyhow. She could pull off the wealthy aristocrat look, though, for Lucian spoils her with dresses and lavish gifts to make up for the fact that she was absolutely alone in the world. Elle has a knack for eavesdropping, and has henceforth collected noble's secrets for years. She is invisible, and nobody expects her to actually be listening. Elle is used to going about her business unseen, so the idea of the recent killings bringing the police force into Lucian's home--potentially questioning her, as well--makes her terribly nervous. She is incredibly stubborn, however, and loyal to him until the end. If she ever found out who was committing the murders, and it was Lucian or someone she knew of, she would not hesitate to lie to the detectives.

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Rowena Mary Greyfell
roe - vampire - 426 years - relationship; n/a - siblings; Aden Greyfell - allies; WIP - enemies; WIP - location; Private Chambers - tagged; Aiden.
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The woman nodded, watching him a moment. Her eyes glinted through the darkness and she turned to face the open window, letting her hair loose again and it blew back in the soft breeze. The night was beckoning the hunt, calling to its children who lurked in the darkness of shadows, edging them to take flight from the shadows and gorge on the unwitting people in London. Rowena longed to answer the call. To shed her mortal persona and lunge into the comforting darkness of the night like she used to, without fear of repercussions or persecution. She breathed in, her fangs extending out slightly as the sweet and cool night air tickled down into the back of her throat.

”I am glad to see my old self back too. This night promises to be one in which the hunt will awaken the fullest senses again,” Rowena explained to him, turning her head to watch him leave before looking over her clothing again. He wanted her in pale colours. To represent her purity. There was nothing pure about her apart from the untainted colour of her ivory white fangs. But she did take his advice into account. After all, there was a dress she had been wanting to wear for a while. Another gift from an admirer who would be there that night. The more that she thought about it the more she believed that this admirer would be her next victim. A lower standing lord, the dress would have cost him a small fortune, but then so had many of the gifts that Rowena received. Wearing the dress tonight would only draw the attention of the man she wanted to lure to her.

Quietly she pulled the box containing the dress from the wardrobe, setting it down on her bed before laying it out flat on her silken bedspread. It was silk, soft and cool to the touch and fresh with the smell of its newness. She ran her long fingers over the soft material before she began to undress. She needn’t worry about wearing a corset, her waist was naturally thin and showed of her beautifully curved and sumptuous hips. Yet she wouldn’t be able to dress herself and sighed. Quietly she rang the bell on the edge of her vanity. Her maid wandered in quietly and set about helping Rowena dress without another word. When she was done, she left, leaving her mistress to do her own bidding as she saw fit. The vampire woman settled down in front of her vanity, beginning to do her hair. Quietly she combed through the tight ringlets, pulling pins from her dresser, pinning as she went. Eventually, her hair was pulled back, ringlets falling down to her neck, the rest perched on her crown, held back with the pins and a band of white lace, woven in with sky blue ribbon. Setting about finishing her makeup, she merely applied a thin line of charcoal to her top lash line, making her stormy blue eyes pop against her pale skin. Rowena stood, leaving her room quietly, moving down the stairs with an energetic grace tat she usually didn’t have, crossing through the back ways of her wing to the music room, where she gathered up some of her music.

The parchment smelled wonderful. As she collected her things together, she paused, looking out onto the balcony. The roses from the garden below were just in bloom. Breathing in deeply she opened the balcony doors, crossing he stone to the railing, fingering the white roses blooming in the night. They were so pure it was captivating. Smiling a little, Rowena quickly broke two of the blooms from their stems, placing them together in her hair, their soft and velvety fragrance wrapping around her. After this, Rowena moved back through the room with a calmer presence, gathering her music and heading for the front hall, placing her things down on the front table, her maid coming down the stairs with her purse and her gloves. Rowena nodded her head in thanks before slipping her gloves on.

The blue silk of her dress shimmering in the light of the front landing’s candles. It was a beautiful dress, hugging at the young lady’s bod in all the right laces, enough to make most men stare and most women envious. Rowena was anticipating her feeding now, not even worried about the pale colour of the dress she was about to ruin with the blood of her victim, or if she was lucky victims. Aiden was wrong though. The others should not know about Rosebloods. Rowena was not in the mood to share the ancient presence with any of her kind, lest they become part of her hunt as well. If anyone got in her way, friend or foe alike…Rowena was not going to be lenient. Rowena would kill them.

[DappleSpring]

L u c i a n . B l a c k
➳ vampire ➳ 792 yrs old ➳ love; none ➳ location; black estate➳ tags; arielle

Lucian sifted through a small stack of paperwork that lay atop his work desk. The lights were off, curtains pulled so as to not allow the sunlight to filter into the room, and there was no sound to be heard. It was peaceful, really, to actually be able to work whenever he wanted to. He had always assumed that when he agreed all those long years ago to accept Elle into his care that he would lose what little privacy in his life that he had. It turned out to be the opposite, though, and he enjoyed her occasional presence whenever she could stand to be around his own. The paperwork was tedious, just the final transactions to transfer three of his most expensive stallions to the English infantry. Why they would want young, reckless horses for their active patrols was beyond him, but it was not his place to advise his clients, merely to take their money. He picked up a white, feathered quill, his long, thin fingers grasping it firmly as he dipped it delicately into black ink. He scrawled his signature out, his tall, spiraling cursive the pride and joy of his mother so long ago. Back when handwriting was equivalent to gold or silver, truly. He folded the documents, placing them into envelopes and stamping them with the Black seal. Ironically, he had chosen to have the actual color of the seal be black, and its symbol was a raven. It suited him.

He stood, his loose-fitting shirt billowing about in the sudden movement. Lucian's ears perked at the sound of the front door being opened, and he could faintly hear the sound of Erik, the head butler, greeting who he could only assume to be Arielle. Sure enough, the fast pitter-patter of the girl's feet followed suit moments before his study's double doors burst open. Lucian cocked an eyebrow, appraising her person. She was dressed in riding gear, her forehead glistened with a light sweat, her lips parted as she breathed heavily, and her young heart raced within her body. Lucian had long grown accustomed to her rudeness when it came to knocking, but nevertheless reprimanded the entrance. "There's a new fashion that is emerging," he mused, "it's called knocking. You should try it, perhaps."

Lucian moved across the room with the grace of a predator, brushing past her without another word and exiting his study. He descended the grand staircase, crossing in front of the front doors and parlor, making his way toward his private wing of the manor. He let out an irritated sigh, highly aware of Elle scurrying after him. It was not always in his best interest to be around a Rose Blood, especially when he had yet to satiate his thirst. He had known about her true lineage from the moment he first smelt her, and ever since then, he knew he could not let her leave his estate. It was wise for him, as a vampire, to keep her kind under his watch. If they rallied together to plot against vampires, he would know. There was also a...protective instinct that he had over her. But that was a vulnerability, and he would stake himself through the heart before he would ever admit it. She earned her keep here, and that was not something he could take away from her in his right conscience. "What is it that you want, Arielle?"

"There's a beneficiary that everybody is going to," Arielle stated. Lucian had heard, and it was of no interest to him. He opened his mouth to tell her as much, when she quickly cut him off. "That we're going to." Lucian rolled his eyes, but nodded. He was in no mood to squander her hopes of getting off his property, and she had been thoughtful enough to request him as her escort, in her own odd way. "Get dressed. You'll have to look like a woman at this gathering."

A r i e l l e . F a l c o n e
➳ human/blood rose ➳ 23 yrs old ➳ love; none ➳ location; black estate➳ tags; lucian

Arielle's thighs burned, but she carried out the exercising of the horse she was on. The horse was especially fresh with her, and an hour and a half into riding it still was spunky and giving her a run for her money. When her legs could no longer take the elongated torture, she halted the horse and dismounted to her wobbly feet. It was the fourth horse she had ridden in a row, and she hadn't taken a break to eat. She was more than exhausted, but her mind was still bothering her. She itched to get off the property, but Lucian had convinced her long ago that it wasn't safe for her to leave without him. He infuriated her that way, the way that he played as though he cared about her well-being but then she would blink and he's off being a moody, testosterone-filled man. She led the mare to her personal training barn, where she kept her favorite projects. She untacked the fiery animal, and then handed it off to one of the grooms that was waiting for her beck and call. She looked up the hill at the large palace that she resided in, and sighed. It was going to be a long walk, and even longer with how her legs were faring.

Arielle entered the house and was immediately greeted by a frazzled Erik. She smiled kindly at him, and mouthed an 'I'm sorry'. She knew that he hated it when she didn't allow him to open the doors for her, after all, it was his livelihood. She wasn't overly fond of him though, so she didn't stick around to say anything more to him. She knew that Lucian would be up in his study, so she quickly scaled the grand staircase and without knocking, strode forward with all the conviction in the world into the study. "There's a new fashion that is emerging," Lucian began, "it's called knocking. You should try it, perhaps." Arielle, ignoring his words, looked him over. He was unusually unkempt, meaning that he must've spent the whole day doing business and paperwork. That would give way for him being grumpy and easily volatile. His eyes were slightly rimmed in red, and though she couldn't figure out why that always happened whenever he was in the house for too long, she knew that it was never good. Before she could muster up any wit that she maintained within herself, Lucian brushed past her and was already gone out of the room.

Have mercy, she thought to herself, and turned and scurried after him. He had already descended the stairs and was halfway to his private sector. She knew better than to follow him behind those doors, so she hopped onto the railing of the stairs, slid down them, and took off running after him. "There's a beneficiary that everybody is going to," Arielle called out to him, and smiled when he halted and turned to give her his attention. It was a very satisfying feeling, to hold his attention. She knew that he was going to refuse by the look on his face, so she blurted out, "That we're going to." Elle was going to go stir crazy if she had to stay in this house without leaving for one more moment. "Get dressed. You'll have to look like a woman at this gathering." Lucian told her, and she rolled her eyes. Turning away from him, she tried her best not to smile. She had a beneficiary to get ready for.

[Benathorn]

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Darkness had fully descended upon the Greyfell manner as shadows weaved through the estate while subtle candlelight illuminated those within. Aiden had shortly exited the east wing where Rowena was preparing to get ready in her room for the beneficiary that night that they were to attend, all the while the young lord himself swiftly made his way to his own quarters on the opposite end of their home. The west wing was kept dark and untouched unlike the vampire sibling's open windowed hallways. The air here was almost stale in a sense, deathly still and nearly stagnant, the outside world carefully locked away as both windows and drapes were kept shut tight and drawn purposefully due to the young lord's request. Doors all along the darkened corridor to his room were all bolted in secrecy with whatever contents they held within them, all eventually leading to one large room at the end whose doors remained slightly cracked while they invited their master within their familiar quarters.

Aiden slipped inside before closing the doors behind him with a hardened gaze to his sharp features. His interactions with Rowena prior were troubling to say the least, but what was of more concern was the fact that his sister seemed adamant that the sweet enrapturing scent of roses was still alive and flowing in their time. A scent that he had only briefly been exposed to and one that seemed to constantly linger in the back of his mind now so unnaturally. The vampire did not like how it clung so long and unwillingly within his thoughts, but Rowena had been exposed to it far more than he, something he was sure to keep a watch for as he moved and weaved through the cluttered room he called sanctuary. Though Aiden's bedroom was dark and had numerous piles of books stacked precariously all over the ornate rug floor, everything had its place as the male began to rummage through the dusty tomes for the words of roses and blood mentioned together. It was a strained search and one that proved futile with the short amount of time he had before he was forced to get ready.

"Master Greyfell. Are you looking for something particular in your haste?" Aiden did not look up from his search as he heard the familiar deep voice of his most trusted butler. The young male's presence had already be known when he entered, after all, there was more than one way into this room besides the front entrance and only a few close hands knew of them per their master's willingness to share, "Joseph, did you deliver those letters like I asked earlier?" Aiden was given confirmation from the man as he nodded astutely, "Good. Then do me a few favors while I'm gone. Move back my appointments tomorrow with that Indian trading company. I'm going to be coming home late it seems-- also..." The young lord looked up from his many strewn about books. Dark bangs concealing a searching gaze, before swiftly pulling strewn about garments which had made themselves comfortable in various places about the room, while he proceeded to dress, " I need you to do something personal for me. While I'm gone I want you to gather what information you can on something called 'rose blood'. You have my permission to open any doors along this corridor, just leave the last one on the right locked as usual."

He was given another nod of confirmation, this time with a knowing gaze as Aiden fitted a fine dark black suit of lithe build with a silken deep red vest beneath, which fit comfortably against his slender frame. He could not recall when last he had taken it off or put it on, clothes mattered little to him honestly, and were always a bother when he fed from those he invited within. Finally finishing dressing, and also allowing Joseph to touch up and remove any dust that may have clung to the fabric during its rest, Aiden quickly brushed back his long bangs in a respectable style before he turned to his attendant once more, "Also, do get rid of those blood stained clothes of mine I just removed would you? I'm afraid I got more of the stuff on me rather than in-- the feeding was messy this time... can't stand the taste of bitter blood. I may have to bring back a guest tonight to compensate, so the estate needs to be prepared as usual. I'm afraid if I wait any longer for a full meal there may be more than one murderer roaming these streets tonight." He smiled wickedly at the dark joke, but was actually quite serious on the matter as well as he finally left the room and his butler behind with what needed to be done.

For now the Greyfell lord would attend tonight's gathering at the behest of his sister's will. He always kept his promises and would make sure no harm or distractions bothered his sibling as she did what she was known to do best. However, it was also an opportune moment to mingle with the other aristocrats as well. Some he knew well enough and were of their kind like young lord Lucian and his ever present human, Arielle. They always seemed to attend such gatherings, but as for the others such as the Nevilles it was hard to say. Nevertheless he would be sure to enjoy tonight to its fullest while catching up and listening to see if any of the others had come across more of that dreaded sweet scent which still clung to his mind like an ever present whisper that tickled the senses dangerously...