His mate (open)

[Hannah18]

OOC:
I've been away for a while and want to get some threads going again.

Okay what I’m looking for is someone to play a very old powerful but sadistic vampire I’m fine with violence/hitting forced ect, to play the role of my mate, I’m a half vampire of course this means he loves my character although he rarely shows it, also want to add a little domination/submission into it.
Lyla Fontain

Age: Frozen at eighteen but really 75 years old, still quite young for a vampire
Looks: 5”2 pale flawless skin, dark black hair and brown eyes that change colour with her mood, small delicate features. 32B

Lyla is a hybrid vampire, her mother was a human her father a full vampire, both of them gone now, at the age of 20 Lyla was given as a gift to him, when he first clapped eyes on her, he claimed Lyla for a mate and immediately she was given up to him and he had locked her up in the castle, rarely allowing her out, that was fifty five years ago and she still fought him, it wasn’t as though she hated him, she loved him even if she wouldn’t admit it, it’s just she wanted to be free.

IC:
Lyla is dragged in by two guards, she had been missing from the castle for over a week and she thought that this time she actually had a chance of getting away, which was of course ridiculous he had men and women searching for her all over the country, vampires that were stronger but not faster, that was Lyla’s gift she was a fast runner, faster than most full vampires, but not as cunning.

“Get your hands off of me” she spits at one of the guards as she is pulled into the dungeon, making her gulp in fear, she knew that she was in trouble. The cold dark candle lit room makes her eyes strain, she knows that he isn’t here yet, she could always feel his presence. Lyla thrashes in their arms as she is finally thrown onto the cold concrete, she scrambles up to her knees. “Stay here” the one named Marcus says gruffly “he will be here with you shortly” and with that they are gone, the door slammed behind them.

She sits there in silence, the only sound is her soft breaths filling the room, she knew the pain she would be in when he entered, they had been through this far too many times already, Lyla had run away many times.

The cold floor hurts her sensitive skin but she dare not get up. And then she feels it an undeniably cold presence, her eyes close and she makes no sound, she knew that it was wisest not to talk.

 

[MagicalFingers]

OOC:

Vampires is not something I've really written about before. (Bear with me.)

Dante Frost was born in Khalidor, the bastard son of the Godking and one of his many whores. As a child of the Godking, Dante was a Vurdmeister (Demonic Mage) of the twelfth shu’ra. As was the way, when the offspring were old enough the siblings had been pitted against each other in deadly battles to the death. Dante saw no such use in dying without a cause and fled his homeland. It is not sure when he was bitten or by whom, but the transformation to a hybrid demonic vampire with the ability to control dark magic took many painful years.

(Dark Magic) - The Vir manifests in use as black, tattoo-like vines which rise out of the skin when in use. Their use is both magic and physical, but the base of the Vir is in the arms, and spreads visibly the higher the user's skill and power with it.

Age:
It is unclear how old Dante actually is. It is thought to be in the thousands of years old, only the faintest of whispers still carrying his story on the winds. His appearance however seemed to shift, from that of a healthy, middle aged man to that of an old and frail man depending on the amount of Vir he uses.

Appearance:
6'2", very paled skin almost white, except for the vines of Vir running through his skin. Deep red eyes, that seem to shimmer and burn into your soul at the same time. He has dark stubble growing all over his face, though it is frozen there never to grow.

IC:
I watched my dearest and sweetest love being dragged back into the throne room of the dank, musky castle. Your bare feet pattering and skidding along the cold stone floor, before being tossed to the ground like a sack of grain.

"Must we play this game every week?" I say in a neutral tone, looking over at you, my face blank. The moment you began to look up at me, my body goes from a pale white/grey to pure black as magic pours through my body. In a flash from halfway across the candlelit hall my face appears a few inches in front of yours, my eyes burning fiercely and holding your gaze. The shock is obvious in your face as I backhand you across the chin and cheek sending you sprawling across the ground.

I look to the two guards who had brought you in 'This one gets off on the punishment, so bring me the two who helped her escape.' I say, letting the corners of my mouth twist up into an evil smirk as they leave the chamber, slamming the heavy wooden door behind them. "While we awaits your entertainment, what do you have to say for yourself?" I ask, picking a piece of flesh from my teeth as if I couldn't give a shit what you have to say.

 

[Hannah18]

As soon as I hear his voice I flinch, it wasn’t that you sounded particularly angry, in fact quite the opposite, your voice gave nothing away and that was even worse. My eyes slowly lift from the spot on the floor, wondering why no attempt has been made to punish me yet, usually it was immediate.

I didn’t have the chance though as I am met with his face a few inches away from mine, your eyes glowing, causing me to let out a little screech as I think about what is too come, I want to get up and away to safety but I don’t have a chance. A sharp pain burns through my face and I am flung backwards, sprawling out onto the floor. I let out a whimper as my hand comes up to touch my swollen face, I wanted to cry, but would not give him the satisfaction. This was one of the only things I hated about being only half a vampire, everyone was so much stronger than me, especially you, though you were stronger than any I had come across.

My eyes widen at your words, I glance back at the guards and a surge of protectiveness washes through me, I could stand being hurt and punished but I would not see anyone suffer for me.

My nostrils flare in anger as I glare at you, looking like you didn’t care made me want to wipe the smug grin off of your face, but that was an impossibility. With great reluctance I drag my aching body up off of the floor. I want to attack you, but my sense of preservation kicks in and I settle for just standing there, looking at you right in the eyes as though I am not fearful of all you can do.

“No one helped me escape Dante” my voice is croaky and it is clear I have not fed in a while, which is why they managed to capture me so easily. “You may not believe it but I am capable of doing these things myself… and next time they won’t catch me” I promise and we both know there will be a next time, there always was, this was almost routine now.

I begin to step towards you always tentively. “But I am home now, that’s all that matters.”