Blackthorn Manor

[valentina]

OOC: I like to keep things Canadian…stick with what I know lol. By the way this will be a vampire thread ONLY!

Blackthorn Manor
Quick Description

Found in 1874 by a man named Arthur Saint Blackthorn, Blackthorn Manor is one of the most interesting landmarks in Canada. Currently owned by his youngest great-great grand daughter Celeste Anna-Marie Blackthorn. Not only is the Manor a home but also it’s a small, very elite Academy of music. Exposing some of the finest musicians and vocalists of it’s time. Those who can afford the price often leave the Manor with great honors and a bright future.

However behind closed doors dark secrets are kept. The manor isn’t just pricey but it opens it’s doors only to a special kind of person. Humans with specific gifts dwell within the walls of Blackthorn Manor.

A rebel manor entitled…Whitethorn Manor is constantly at battle with Blackthorn. Whitethorn is also an academy; however, their mission is not just to be elite, be high class and to preserve their bloodline, but to destroy any other species and anyone that goes against their wished.

Bad blood is currently rising between the two schools. Whitethorn has even gone as far as murdering others from Blackthorn mercilessly, as to prove they are serious about their views. More acts of violence have been committed, from both schools. Yet no one from Blackthorn has gone as far as taking any lives…yet.

Not all is war within the two schools. Sexuality is always open for discussion. Hence the school only always vampires over the age of 18. (Vampire years of course) Sex is not just a pleasure but a way of life.

Choose your academy, quench your thirst, join beautiful people and explore your sexuality. Welcome to the Manor….

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Characters Needed (You do not have to apply as one of these)

Celeste’s Father
Owner of Whitethorn Academy (You MUST pm me if you would like to apply for this part. Must be quite a detailed writer.)

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Name: Celeste Anna-Marie Blackthorn
Age: 329
Birthplace: Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Race: Vampire
Hair Colour: Dark Red
Eye Colour: Deep Brown
Any Special Physical Feature: Aside from fangs? An hourglass figure and did I mention the fangs? There are none really. She's a gorgeous woman, standing at 5'8". She has very wide hips with toned, lean muscles, due to her extensive work as a belly dancer.
Personality: Celeste is a very open and generally friendly and warm person. She is very blunt and sarcastic and can be easily angered and moody. With friends, she can become very protective. When it comes to the opposite sex, she can seem aloof and often detached with her feelings, seeing them just as mere objects used for sex. Her current obsessions include, dancing, painting and of course sex. However, don't kid yourself, she won't fuck just anyone.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Name:Sanga Foxglove
Age:129
Birthplace:Romania
Race: Vampyre
Hair Colour:Raven Black
Eye Colour:Green
Any Special Physical Feature: She has rather dark skin, giving her the always tanned look of a sun worshiper. Her figure is full, curved. Her style is somewhat gothic, opting for corsets and the like. In many ways looks like a teen.
Personality:
She is dripping in sarcasm. She is known to be quite rough in bed, and has many partners, men and women alike. Seeks alone time, usually in the upper turrets of BlackTHornManor.

 

[valentina]

Celeste --- The Beat Goes On

It had been a week since the attacks happened. Mini attacks thrown in here and there had been going on for two years now. The vampires at Whitethorn swept through the manor in a fit of rage, protesting their blind views throughout the halls. They picked their times well, plotting their attacks when, most of the vampires were not home. They plotted their attacks when Celeste Blackthorn was not home.

So many repairs needed to be done, Celeste had the money and power to fix them in a heartbeat. However, she didn’t, not right away anyhow. She let the graffiti, broken furniture, destroyed paintings and such remain for days, before she bothered to call in for repairs. Why? Simply so she could remember, so the anger could remain at boiling point.

She knew students were within her manor were plotting against their rivals. She warned them repeatedly, not to do anything rash. The time would come when she would retaliate, on her terms. Until then she wanted to wait.

It was until a few hours ago, that was how she felt. Bodies were left on her doorstep this mornings, bodies of students. This was the second time such a thing happened. It wasn’t to be tolerated any longer. She had her share of blood spilt. She had mercilessly, done away with beings over at Whitethorn, the exact culprits of heinous attacks on her students.

War was unavoidable. However she went about things, she’d do them as she wished, with students who had no fear. More blood would be spilt.

For now most students were nearing lunch time, gourmet meals were always served, by the finest cooks money could by. Cooks who were n fact human and remained at the mansion. Cooks who knew nothing of the dark secrets of the manor. Which was why, Celeste purposely choose to keep her cooks foreign. Just as her maids were.

To most today was a dreary day, full of cloudy, grey skies and a downpour of rain. For Celeste this was ideal. She loved rain and loved everything about stormy weather. It was at these times she was her happiest. Sitting in the den, curled up by the fireplace, while students and teachers were hard and work, just before lunch break.

Outside the clean up crew was gone, taking away the bodies, that were left this morning. Celeste choose to drown herself in the fantasy of her book, rather than dwell on the events of this morning that had shaken many of her students. There would be many questions and escalating emotions she was sure. Right now she didn’t want to deal.

A sultry, romance novel kept her interest and dug up her arousal. Perhaps later on she could get cozy with a student or two…or three.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!

The lunch bell grabbed her attention as students were heard filing out of of their classes.

In a normal school, the students were of course young, these ones just looked like a bunch of 20 – 30 year olds. Many well rounding around walking this earth for hundreds of years. It was funny, Celeste thought, while propping herself up in her chair. Funny how they never aged, how it never ended for them. It was one big circle, this never ending life. That is unless you cross the wrong person, with the right knowledge of vampires. Placing her book down on the coffee table after marking it with a bookmark. Celeste rose, smoothing out the beige, suit she wore, modeled to her body. The first three buttons of her jacket, unbuttoned, letting her cleavage roam free. The skirt rose above her knees, somewhere in the middle of her thigh. She certainly didn’t look like any normal owner of a school.

This was no normal school. This was Blackthorn…

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Heels clicked on the flawless marble of the hallway. The only sound besides the incessant clicking was the swishing of material. Sanga hummed to herself as she walked. Her ability was song, most of her classmates dubbing her "Siren". Which she found most funny, the women who lured men to their deaths with song. She lured men to her bed,a soft chuckle emerged from her perfect bow shaped lips with that thought. The sound echoing through the empty hallway.

She always came to this wing at lunch time, craving the alone time and the sereneness of it all. With a smile, she settled herself at a table near the window. Soon a notebook and pen were on the table, and Sanga's mind on other things. She wrote songs and stories as well as poetry, right now she was working on a special story, one for her eyes only. It was full of erotic detail from her many lovers. Smiling she went again to writing, flowy script filled the blank lined page.

 

[valentina]

(OOC: Thanks for joining)

 

[JokerWild]

Name: Dehan Yuone - WhiteThorn
Age:109
Birthplace: Paris
Race: Vampire
Hair Colour: Dyed Dark Green(braided)
Eye Colour: Hazel

Any Special Physical Feature: A medium built AfricanAmerican male, 6'0, 255 lbs, commonly mistaken for a jock because of his muscular built, Always wearing a red and silver gauntlet on his left hand, his dress style is between hip-hop and goth. His fangs are gold with two white diamonds in them. A "young" vampire he appears to be only 20 years of age.

Personality: At first look someone may think he's a serious guy, but once they get to know him they would know he isn't too serious about anything except his music. A laid back guy he loves music and ladies, but those who know him think he loves to goof off even more, it takes alot to anger him. He loves to spend most of his time alone practicing his guitar but he still finds time for his friends. but don't let his laid-back/funny side fool you, once his temper is set off he's a force to be reckoned with.

His parents went to WhiteThorn Manor, it was a family tradition. Even though a part of him wanted to try out BlackThorn he knew that they would never allow him to do so.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Whitethorn Manor

Name: Alexander Mosselov
Age: 754
Birthplace: Present-day Austria
Race: Vampire
Hair Colour: Jet black, medium length
Eye Colour: Changes according to mood. Dark blue when calm, yellowish-brown when stalking or in lust, and red when angry or engaged in sex
Any Special Physical Feature: Being of such an old age he is far wiser than most and one of the oldest at Whitethorn, only younger than one or two others. However, he appears to be of no older than 25, an odd power he was able to achieve as well as many other powers. He is incredibly handsome, which makes his ability to draw women to even more easier.
Personality: As he is of the very old ancient order he is one of the strictest to the ancient code and order that the Whitethorn promotes and holds sacred. Known to kill in an instant for the most simple things it has made him greatly feared by those not only of the other manor, but his own as well. He is greatly respected for his powers, abilities, wisdom, and strength. However, he isn't all that he may seem to be, but a very few know that.

 

[Starsailor2804]

All days were dark, that was how Alexander saw it all nowadays. He had been immortal for hundreds of years now, so many days, weeks, months, and years that he had a hard time remember the days of old. All truly that he could remember was all the death he had caused, blood he had spilled, violence he had caused, and women he had slept with. That was truly the only thing his life had composed of for all these years. Now, as a professor at the Whitethorn academy he was a professor of history and truly among the most respected, or really just the most feared.

Everyone feared him, even those who considered him an ally. For they all knew that he wanted much more, he wanted absolute power over all. There were only a few still around that were as old and powerful as him and they had let themselves go, and truly he did not see them as nearly as powerful as he was. He knew he had a strong following of disciples who would side with him should it come to it. But, now there was war with the Blackthorn academy, it was long coming, but something had to finally be done with those pitiful beings, especially that young owner.

Alexander had known her blood line well, her great-great grandfather had angered him so much that he had decided to work with the Whitethorns who wanted a return to the ancient culture, plus he had always enjoyed the upper class society. They always produced the most beautiful women, which he had tasted in so often throughout the years. Plus, they dare not speak out against him should he kill a student every now and then rather than turning her.

But, Alexander really wanted no direct part in the war, mostly because he saw there being no real challenge. All those things at Blackthorn were too weak for him, however he had felt something strong in the granddaughter of Arthur Blackthorn. What that feeling was he didn't know, but he wanted to study her more, which was not hard. Not only was he too quick, stealthy and so on to avoid detection, but she didn't hide herself in the academy too often.

It was after yet another night of fiesting, that had provided many corpses for the Blackthorn academy, that Alexander appeared within the walls of their academy. The funny thing was, that he had the ability to hide from most of the students at the academy besides Celeste who somehow could see through his disguise. She had discovered him before, a feat that had not only surprised Alexander, but also forced him to flee quickly.

Walking into the lunchroom he acted as any student would and got his lunch and then sat down at a nearby table, appearing to be a new student to the academy. Hopefully he could avoid Celeste for as long as possible.

 

[valentina]

(OOC: Bump)

 

[Likes_Them_Kinky]

I tried looking in Mapquest for Blackthorn Manor. But I couldn't find it

 

[valentina]

Celeste knew what needed to be done. As she sat with the students and ate her meal, a meal she really didn't need. She had no real use for food, but still chose to dine, she noticed many of them whispering constantly between one another all gossping about the events earlier.

With a sigh, she raised her hand, the students all immeditly coming to a hush. "I believe I'm at liberty to explain to all of you what happened earlier and what qwill be happening in the days to come."

Celste stood now, linking her fingers together in front of her, looking at each student.

"Yes, students from this school were brutally murdered and elft at our doorstep, they have been disposed of. Of course, I don't believe I need to explian to you who was resonaible for this. Just let me assure you that this did no happen on school grounds. The bodies were elft here but the cirme was not committed here. Secruity would have been on the scene in no time. Security essaure will be on high alert until further ntice. You are not to leave the establishment passed 4am, also until furthernotice."

Celste slowly paced back and froth as she spoke, her words slow and calm. "I know relation is problem going through your minds. I knw many of you would like to get back at those from Whitethorn, however, as I have in the past, I still warn you to do nothing until I give word. I will not stop you, as I will not aid you. More information will be given to you later on. For the rest of this week classes will be caneled. That is all."

 

[JokerWild]

Dehan spent his time outside, under the large old oak trees that blocked out any light, from the sun or moon. Stringing his white and green guitar he began to think to himself. The "war" between the schools had been going on for a long time. He was begining to tire of it the violence, the killing but he did enjoy it especially the screams. He was begining to think if he was in the wrong...but then again he didn't care.

He did want several things in life, power, respect and to have WhiteThorn reign over Blackthorn...or did he? Was this aspect drilled into his head by his overcontrolling parents and instructors at WhiteThorn. Shaking the thoughts from his head Dehan began to concentrate on his guitar. Strumming a few notes he rose from the ground and began to walk in the wooded area. Blackthorn was not far from here, he could easily go there again and cause some chaos but Alexander told all the students to lay low until he finished spying.

"Hope he's not going soft...that would spoil all of my fun." said Dehan aloud to himself as he continued to walk into the woods.

 

[valentina]

Celeste

OOC: Looking for someone to own the rival school a detailed, highly detailed role-player is needed for this role. Preferably male.

IC:

Celeste Anna-Marie Blackthorn pushed a mass of blood-red hair away from her face. The men she ordered made swift work of the bodies left at her door. Whitethorn had struck again. They were growing more and more vicious as time passed. She did not wish to engage in work with another school, especially with those of her own kind but Whitethorn worked hard to push her buttons. If needed, she would kill each of those pathetic excuses for vampires herself. And she’d enjoy it too.

Very much so.

Moving away from the school massive window, she reached a delicate finger along a bookcase, dragging it lightly across the selection of hardcover books until she found one to suit her fancy. She thoroughly enjoyed reading myth stories about vampires. Some held an ounce or two of truth. While others were so off the mark, it was embarrassing. Still, she enjoyed the read.

Settling down in one of the lush sofa chairs in the library she curled one foot underneath her seat, flipping open the book to the desired page.

A stern knock across the room caught her attention.

“Yes?”

– TBC by anyone

 

[red_whisper]

Name: Seth (Last name has drifted away in time…)
Age: 2065
Birthplace: Somewhere in Eastern Europe
Race: Elder Vampire
Hair Color: Deep black, long and straight, about shoulder blades.
Eye Color: Deep Crimson
Special Features: Very Tall, standing about 6’6” with constant turmoil with other races and of course his natural blood line, he is a fine looking vampire, he seems early thirties with not the hint of spoiling, very muscular and agile in the same. Across his body, along his forearms, back, thighs, scarring from various tortures meant for his race alone, all but seem forgotten, still the outlines of his past can be seen, but in time, time still not met they will fade.
Personality: A long lived vampire, he prefers to keep to himself, the ability to hide his class and to conceal his mind from over indulging younglings has giving the distinct advantage of keeping ahead of nearly most in this game of hunt of be hunted, wise beyond years and more fighting ability then a vampire has lives he has had success in culling the vast sphere for a place to keep quite.
Never the short-tempered kind, but his coldness could freeze people in their stride.

A Teacher at Blackthorn, he excels in the art of combat and teaches it for his students to eventually master, he keeps to himself far in the wing of the manner, never bothered, never spoken to and he prefers it that way, his students are usually his only contact, they have created quite a name for themselves in the school…

His room was not large but not at all small either, lavishly decorated and detailed in the deepest of reds, wines decorated the stand next to his seat by the fireplace, bucket of ice keeping his favorite of beverages cool, stepping in, the day had been long, all of his students failed his test, usual. Shaking his head he hesitated sitting for a drink or practice, he would go for the drink, indeed the students were more frustrating then they had been in a long while, some even getting cocky.

He poured himself a glass of his wine, a taste that would deliver him from the extremes of today, downing it in one continuous drink, then making his way back to his practice room, quite and empty, the massive room was dark, drapes hung from the ceiling along the walls and the floor made from bamboo, tough on the feet, he of course enjoyed the feeling on the rough pads of his feet.

Crossing his legs and falling to sit Indian style, he would mediate, he kept a simple doctrine of a clear mind is best suited for combat and you should always be prepared for it.