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Character Name: Kildare
Character Age: 22
Character Gender: Female
Special Talents/Skills: Firestarter
Physical Description: 5' tall, 115 lbs, blue eyes, black hair, medium-sized breasts, round ass, fair skin, red, pouty lips; wearing black and red corset with a skirt that opens up to be short in the front and long in the back, and a black leather choker.
Emotional/Psychological Description: Quiet, withdrawn, and shy.

 

[Geryon]

Character Name: Kirin
Character Age: 24
Character Gender: Male
Special Talents/Skills: Speed, agility
Physical Description: 6', dark brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, 200 lbs, handsome but not particularly memorable.
Emotional/Psychological Description: Usually fairly withdrawn, but can appear fairly open and sociable, despite hiding true intentions.

 

[xxkildarexx]

Kildare walks into a crowded bar, scared and slightly paranoid. She'd never been here, but she'd been instructed to come.

"What am I supposed to do?" she thought to herself.

Suddenly, something inside her compelled her to go over to a big armchair in the corner. She sat, sinking down deeply, praying she'd be able to get out. She looked around for a familiar face. She saw no one she knew. She should have known better. All these people were completely new to her. But she'd have to accept being alone.

 

[TheWanderer_222]

Character Name: Caraz Vaquad
Character Age: 67 (Appears to be in his mid 20s)
Character Gender: Male (Vampire)

Special Talents/Skills: Sharp shooting, detective skills, (deduction), stealth vampiric abilities; Speed, agility, strength, slight telepathy, resistant to injury, weakness to extreme heat, or sunlight.

Physical Description: Caraz stands fairly tall at 6' 1'', weighing 155 lbs. He has a fairly slim frame, but is could not be considered small by mortal standards. A short crop of untidy, jet-black hair crowns his head, framing a rather mysteriously enticing face. The slightest of smiles is seen hanging from the lips, seeming to express some inner, joyless, amusement. The only animation, or life seen here, is contained behind his two crystalline, icy, blue eyes. The only other noticeable aspects of him, is that he wears dark clothing under a gray-ish trench coat, and he also wears twin special issue barrettes on his belt.

Emotional/Psychological: Hates the monster that he has become, and yet is fixated with the ongoing transformation. Finds that he is often drawn to, and fascinated with, young women possessed of great beauty. This is most likely because his first Embrace was with his own teenage daughter, and the event left her drained to the point of fatality. He has not taken a female victim since….

 

[Lotharian]

((I notice there are already guys here, don't worry, I am content to play a pure RP role for you lot more interested in 'action'. We'll see though... Oh, and any more woman would be welcomed whom read this ))

Character Name: Charles d'Orleans
Character Age: 243 (appears in his early 30's)
Character Gender: Male (Vampire of course)
Special Talents/Skills: Vampiric Speed, Strength, Sight, Climbing, and even slight mastery of 'Blood Magics' (The ability to use blood to unlock its real powers)
Physical Description: A slim build with long black hair, tied back into a tidy pony tail more oft than not (if not, it will be said). Usually seen wearing more formal wear, like a business suit. About 5'11", and 160 lbs.
Emotional/Psychological Description: He is generally reserved but gives the high-and-mighty feel thanks to what he once was. But his mind is always thinking. Always plotting his next move. Also, he has fully embraced what he has become, feeling himself superior to the mortal cattle of the world. They are there merely for his pleasure and as his meals.

History:

Charles d'Orleans was a French nobleman during the time of the French Revolution. A dark and twisting time considering the 'glories of those before' his grandfather was always telling him of. But either way, Charles lead a rather good life at the expense of his peasants. And always did he enjoy his share of... fun. Until one night, Charles decided to help himself to a traveling mistress of the night. She seemed so delictable with her pale skin, amble clevage, and crimson lips... but Charles made a mistake. And he didn't realize until it was too late.

Within the throws of passion, Charles felt her biting at his neck. He thought it was playful, and maybe it was at first. But they became more painful... more ferocious. He tried to scream but her hands covered his mouth. He tried to over-power her and force her away but she was just too strong... he felt his life ebbing, the darkness surrounding him... until everything dwindled into shadows...

Charles awoke the next day in the family crypt and had dwelt in shadows ever since. Aiding the Jacobins in the slaughter. Slinking about in the chaos of a war-torn Europe. And eventually, coming to America during the new 'Rap Age'. The popularization of crime due to those fools made it easy for one such as he as to do what needed to be done to continue his existance and increase his might.

IC:

Charles sat within the bar looking for a likely victim for the night. Or maybe something else to occupy his time. After all, you can only kill for over two-hundred years so many times before it gets dull. Even the screams were beginning to seem hallow.

He looked upon the bar with a sigh, looking but so far finding nothing as to occupy him... yet...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Karess

Character Name: Karess Heller
Character Age: looks 21
Character Gender: Female
Special Talents/Skills: She is a descent of the Van Helsing's.. vampire hunters/killers...She does not actively hunt Vampires anymore ... but she is adept at keeping herself alive when she does encounter one.. and killing them if needed.. she is good with any sharp object... a dagger.. a stake.. a bladed staff...a crossbow... and the whip that lays coiled about her waist like a belt..the handle within easy reach... she does not seek trouble... nor vampires... but always she tends to find them... she has been bitten in the past... but is NOT a vampire... other blood runs in her veins... unknown just what it is.. she is human.. yet can not be turned... at least not by the conventional means...

Physical Description: 5'6" 126 pounds ... she has long crimson red hair that she keeps braided most of the time.. and golden hued eyes... She is lithe.. strong... supple... looking very much like a crimson panther ready to strike.. very rarely is she caught offguard... that nearly got her killed once... she learned her lesson... she is always wary... prefers the company of mortals to vampires... even tho they seem to always... find her.. like a moth to a flame...

Emotional/Psychological Description: She is cautious... wary... and very lonely... she lets no one close... not anymore... once... she was in love... deeply in love... with a vampire... that love almost killed her... and He died because of it... she does not wish to deal with such pain again...

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~ she sat in the shadows... that is where she preferred to be... and she sat alone... as was usual for her... sipping a glass of wine... her tongue dancing over her lips to savour the lingering taste...

It was fairly quiet at the moment... but is was still rather early... the place would be hopping later.. that much she knew... she liked this place... liked to sit and "people" watch... there were always an interesting bunch here....

Setting down her glass... she smooths a hand down over the long black skirt she wore.. it fit loosely... the soft silken material flowing over her bared legs.. black boots adorning her feet... she lightly let her fingertips touch the sharp silver slender stake she kept hidden in there... strapped to her upper thigh... a razor sharp.. altho small.. dagger... she turns her attention to the gathered... she was nearly invisable in the shadows,... dressed all in black... her outfit was topped with a black lace tank top... her crimson mane tightly braided and hanging down over one shoulder...

Her gaze stopped on one.... there was always at least one in the place... she could almost pick them out by sight... vampires... oh well... she did not care... not at the moment.. He was not bothering her... she.. would not bother Him... she no longer hunted actively.... but she always wanted to know exactly where any were when in her .... vicinity... ~

 

[Lotharian]

Charles sat there, taking the odd scent of the air to see if he could smell something worthy. Yes, there were of course women by the handful, but all of them were not of worthy hunt. He wanted a challenge in the kill like the old days! Modern times, most have forgotten of vampires, writing them off as myth. Yes, it made it far easier to live but it was hollow... Unexciting...

That's when the scent hit him like a brick wall... a scent somewhat familiar from a day in the past...

Van Helsing... The truth of his tales have long been twisted thanks to Hollywood wants, and just simple time. He was practically laughing when one of his friends forced him to watch that new video. 'At least my memory isn't being sullied' was all that Charles could think. Van Helsing was great, even Charles would conceed to that. He was a guiding hand in the slaying of Vladmir Dragula (Or 'Dracula' as he was known by today) and even on his death-bed he was co-ordinating attacks on the houses.

But it was different, obviously Van Helsing couldn't be alive anymore. Probably a descendant... but it took strongly after him in some ways. And... Charles took a sniff of the air again... Ah... A woman. Now THIS could be just the challege Charles could be searching for. Yes, he's killed his fair share of Vampire Hunters over the years but a Van Helsing?

This would be a wonderful trophy and legend says that the Van Helsings have a hidden power in their blood. Maybe he could draw it out for his own purposes and get that much nearer to perfection.

Charles took a deep breath and walked to a dark corner, seeming thus to reappear behind the young woman. She visibly tensed... So she did have the training? Good, that meant he could get to business and not just probe her to find out whether she knows of her heritage.

"And how iz the family mon cher?" Charles asked with a small smile, allowing her a look of his fangs. A classic show of 'peace' just like a white banner in between the vampires and those who hunt them.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Karess

~ she had drawn her eyes away from the One sitting at the bar... but when He moved.. she knew it...she sensed it.. and even tho she did not see Him... she knew He was close... and the whole of her form tensed... her breath catching...

"And how iz the family mon cher?"

Raising her golden hued eyes as she turned to the voice... observing the show of His fangs... He was not hiding from her.. and she recognized that sign for what it was.. He would not attack her... at least not here at this... moment... her eyes trailed over Him.... from His peircing eyes.. to His handsome features... why was it that vampires were always... well.. maybe not always... but many were so damned good looking.... ha.. made it easier to get to their prey... she thought to herself.. This One was no exception... Handsome... refined... and His voice.. that was one of her own downfalls... that was how she had come to fall in love with One like Him... His voice... soothing... yet commanding... deep... resonating...
Shaking her head slightly.. she pulled her gaze from Him..

"Do not speak of family to me... You know all are dead.. I am the last in the line... and I realize that to You... my scent reveals my bloodline.... but I chose not to advertise my heritage otherwise... .... please.. have a seat... "
She kicks out the seat across from her with a booted foot.. a flash of the silve stake within could be seen.. if He were paying attention.... "what... is Your name" she asked... since He had come to her... she would at least see who this Vampire was.. He was not One she had seen before... ~

 

[Lotharian]

Charles smirked at her response and brought the chair beneath him, facing her still. She was armed with a silver stake though. Good, an unarmed target was never fun. She at least seemed to have some wits about her which was always good... This could be fun.

"Shame really... You Hellsings were the best no?" Charles said, as a cigarette and lighter came to his hands, lighting it up. "Oh, forgive my manners mon cher, want for one as well? My name is Charles d'Orleans if you've heard of me. I know I've heard of you mon cher."

Charles sat back in his chair, casting his gaze over her with a slight smile. She was indeed attractive. There was no doubt in that. And had that glint in her eye... that same glint all the Van Hellsings had. At least all the one Charles had met. That glint of intelligence and caution.

"Now I ask, what brings your last to this place? I'm sure that you Van Helsings could be put to better use with the other oldies of Europe." Charles said as he watched her carefully. He didn't know how well she was at the game and her good her nerves were. "You can call it curiousity mon cher."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Shame really... You Hellsings were the best no?"

She stared at the Vampire before her... fingers reaching for and grasping the glass of wine that she favored... she bringing it to her lips for a slow taste....

"yes.. we were.. unfortunately we were not graced with immortality... " she answered matter of factly... she did not mention the ... disappointment her own father had shown at... one... she being a female.. and not the son he had hoped for.. and two... that she had NOT produced an heir... of her own... she had committed the most heinous of sins in a Van Helsing's eyes... Karess had fallen in love with a Vampire... She shook her head almost violently at the thoughts that suddenly invaded her mind... for a moment forgetting she was sitting before a Vampire...

She shook her head slightly at His offer... she was mortal.. she did not want to push that process along by smoking.. even tho her own mortality was very ... different ... from the others around her... Van Helsing's were famous for living a very long time... and remaining strong and vital thru most of that life...

"My name is Charles d'Orleans if you've heard of me. I know I've heard of you mon cher."

"I do not doubt that You have... Mr. d'Orleans... Even if it has been... a very long time.. since I have ... dispatched one of Your kind.. " she turned her eyes away then.. which was unusal for her... the last Vampire she had killed had been her lover... and just the thought of that made her shake... something she managed to still before He could notice... she hoped... "I no longer go by the Van Helsing name... I am called Karess... " she did not offer her amended last name.. nor did she explain why she had given up the famous last name of her ancestors...

She felt His gaze.. and met His eyes with her own.. a deep flicker of who and what she was deep inside...

"Now I ask, what brings your last to this place? I'm sure that you Van Helsings could be put to better use with the other oldies of Europe. You can call it curiousity mon cher."

"One could say that old habits die hard... " she answered simply.... but she would not reveal that this was one of the only places where she felt... as if she fit in... she had seen and done toooo much in her life to even entertain the thoughts of going to the... dance clubs.. where all the hip young mortals and vampires frequented... and the same went for the ... older .. establishements... the last thing she wanted or needed remembering her grandfather's escapes..or her great grandfather's...

"One could ask you the same thing.. Mr. d'Orleans.. I do not sense that You are on the hunt.. at least ... not at the moment... " her eyes never leaving HIs.. ~

 

[Lotharian]

"One could ask you the same thing.. Mr. d'Orleans.. I do not sense that You are on the hunt.. at least ... not at the moment... "

Charles smirked at this comment, taking a nice puff from it and blowing it calmly in her direction. "You can call me Charles mon cher." The old vampire said with a slight grin beginning to develop on his face. "As for the hunt, I am always on the prowl for somethin'. Sometimes it's for blood, sometimes it's for... other wants."

Charles laughed as he tapped his cigarette on a nearby ashtray. Bringing the dwindling cigarette to his mouth. "After all, the hunt is like a cigarette... good while it lasts, but eventually it runs out with you." Charles said with another small laugh. "And maybe I've decided to try a new cigarette for the night?"

But Charles had noticed her reactions and motions... this little Hellsing had something on her mind. Something drawing her attention... It would be fun to dig in and play some mind games. Who knows what he could do to her then? After all, playing with the body last so long, but the mind has so much longer before healing.

"You know some of us vampires have been missing the fun of you Van Hellsings. The rest of those humans don't quite have the same... bite n'est pas?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I am always on the prowl for somethin'. Sometimes it's for blood, sometimes it's for... other wants."

"After all, the hunt is like a cigarette... good while it lasts, but eventually it runs out with you."

"And maybe I've decided to try a new cigarette for the night?"

~ She finally managed to clear her mind for the moment.. and observed the Vampire... He surely was not like the usual brash... in your face... don't fuck with me or I'll rip your head off .. Vampires.. that she had seen as of late.. but most of those were newbies... as she called them.. turned fairly recently.. perhaps in this century... where as He... He came across as self assured... an old hand at the hunt... the feeding.... the kill... and she supposed it did become old after a while.. but on top of that.. His talk of her ancestors... her name... told her He was a ... regal old Hunter in a world of vicious young pups... but she did not doubt His own viciousness when push came to shove... Vampires were Predators... plain and simple... no matter how well spoken One was...

She realized that He indeed was on the hunt... all Predators were ... no matter their.. disposition at the time of the encounter... a mistake she would not make again...

"You know some of us vampires have been missing the fun of you Van Hellsings. The rest of those humans don't quite have the same... bite n'est pas?"

She tensed at those words.. eyes narrowing... "fun... ahh You call it fun... while I call it... a curse... to have in my blood the urge... the craving.. to hunt down You foul creatures and slay you.. as best I can... yet ... I get no pleasure out of it... no reward... my family is cast out as ONE OF YOU.. yet we save those ungrateful mortals from the horror of being fed upon... and I know that horror well... Perhaps it was fun for You... Charles... but I find no fun in killing... and after my last...... kill.... I gave it up... let the mortals deal with the likes of You... "

She did not snap her answer to Him... but her bitterness came out.. she did not mean for it to... and pulls her gazw away from Him...

"I apologize... for my outburst... " she simply says... taking a deep drink now of her wine... her fingers reaching down to touch the stake in her boot.. as if a comfort.. but she does not grasp it nor make any indication as if she would pull it free.... she would not attack Him... just as He had agree'd... by the show of fangs... to not attack her... here.. ~

 

[Lotharian]

"fun... ahh You call it fun... while I call it... a curse... to have in my blood the urge... the craving.. to hunt down You foul creatures and slay you.. as best I can... yet ... I get no pleasure out of it... no reward... my family is cast out as ONE OF YOU.. yet we save those ungrateful mortals from the horror of being fed upon... and I know that horror well... Perhaps it was fun for You... Charles... but I find no fun in killing... and after my last...... kill.... I gave it up... let the mortals deal with the likes of You... "

"I apologize... for my outburst... "

Charles never flinched, never moved, and simply smiled the whole while through. 'And so she shows her true colours.' Charles thought to himself with a slight extension of the smirk. She may be trained better in the arts of the battle, but not of the game. She lacked the self-discipline and control... and even the wisdom. She could've made that look like a threat or something better. Now all she managed to do was reveal a weakness he might exploit.

"Your last kill mon cher? Now you've got me curious as to what could make such a lovely young Hellsing so furious." Charles said, while leaning back in his chair, getting himself comfortable. He would probably be here for a time, considering the rate of things.

It had been many years since Charles had found something unique to occupy his time, and this case with the Hellsing girl is truly something he hadn't experienced in all his long years. This would be fun.

"And more importantly, causing you to avoid your birthright mon cher. Them young pups don't have the adequete fear... Nothing like the old days."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Karess silenced herself... she had been so damned lonely since her ... self imposed ... isolation... that she actually welcomed the company of her age old enemy... when most times... when One approached... and many did.. she ignored them.. or sent them on their way with a curt reply... and lately that had gone for mortals as well... she had isolated herself.. and in doing that... let her guard down... not a good thing.. and she realized that... but far to late...

"Your last kill mon cher? Now you've got me curious as to what could make such a lovely young Hellsing so furious."

"It was a long time ago.. and I do not wish to discuss it.. I have said much to much already"....

She wished at that moment that her Father were still a part of her life... that she had not run from what she was.. and turned her back on her... heritage... she was young... in the grand scheme of things she was much older than most of the mortals... but she was young compared to the company that she kept... and the family she claimed her blood and birthright from... and she realized that this ... Vampire... was far wiser than she...

"And more importantly, causing you to avoid your birthright mon cher. Them young pups don't have the adequete fear... Nothing like the old days."

"the old days" she murmered... more to herself than to Him.. but His words made her miss her father... her grandfather... they surely were turning over in their graves at this very moment... she had not learned her lesson... first she sleeps with One... now she was consorting with One... she could only image their outrage... but still...

Turning her attention to Charles... "and did You.. fear ... them?" she asked.... them... she referred to her own family as .... them ...

 

[Lotharian]

"and did You.. fear ... them?"

"Van Helsing was a name that incurred fear in us all mon cher." Charles said matter-of-factly. "Legends amongst all hunters, for and against we vampires. And espicially to those of us so bold as to not not cling to houses. I myself remember a hunt I had back in my day, but I don't think you'd be interested of that n'est pas?"

"But you must realize that not speaking of that pain in your heart shall not help to heal it mon cher. And I would so love to have one of you Helsings back on the street and dealing with those 'T-Dogs' and such. They make is so hard for we civilized types." Charles said with a slight laugh. "Those other hunters are not quite as good, but you can only handle so many at a time."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Other hunters...

She knew there were others out in the world...both in her grandfather's day... her father's.. and even her own... but she knew that none compared to what her family did... yes.. her name did strike fear into the hearts of Vampires.. yet... she had changed her name...

Why... why was she sitting here talking to a Vampire of all things... but then it hit her... He understood... perhaps He was as lonely as she... perhaps not... but Hunter and Hunted... just who was who was the question... seemed to always understand each other.. that was how she had found her ....

No.. no.. no more thinking about HIM... she would only drive herself into the abyss deeper if she kept doing that... NO she could not ... would not...

"But you must realize that not speaking of that pain in your heart shall not help to heal it mon cher."

Her heart nearly stopped at those words... she had let Him see... let Him close.. to some degree... and it had only been a matter of .. what .. minutes.. perhaps an hour... was she that... lonely... she turned away at that point... shaking her head... not answering... she had to visably still her body from shaking... she wished He would attack her.. so that she could let out the sudden flash of emotions inside her... emotions that really did not involve Him.. but that His presence ... seemed to now ignite... ~

 

[Lotharian]

Charles was satisfied with her answer. She turned away, shaking. Much anger was in her heart but if she wasn't a fool she knew the rules. Even being a Van Helsing wouldn't save her from breaching them. They were currently at a peace, and if she breached that it would ruin her.

"What's wrong mon cher? Got a shiver going up your spine?" Charles said, acting oblivious of what the truth was. "You should maybe wear some warmer clothes. Can't have you getting sick now can we?"

Charles put on a warm smile, beguiling the plans brewing in his mind. The plans of what he could do to really warm her up. And warm him up with some fresh blood in the process.

"Come here and tell d'Orleans you're suffering mon cher and I'll help to take the bite out of it."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"What's wrong mon cher? Got a shiver going up your spine?"

~ she was shaking... and she silently cursed herself for letting Him see that... she had to gain control... control of her emotions that seemed to bubble to the surface...

"I am fine... Charles... " she managed to whisper.. turning her gaze back to the vampire sitting opposite of her...

But fact was... she was not fine... she had not been fine in a very long time... that was why she had cut herself off from everyone... until He came along...

"Come here and tell d'Orleans you're suffering mon cher and I'll help to take the bite out of it."

She hesitated.. what she should have said was.. no... to just leave her alone... but she didn't ... she said nothing.. just looking at Him.. trying to gauge His.... motives.... vampires.. hell .. everyone.. had motives... she did have to offer a smile... an ironic smile.. at His choice of words... "take a bite out of it" she repeated back... "I admit... interesting choice of words... Charles... interesting choice of words... "

 

[Lotharian]

"I am fine... Charles... "

"take a bite out of it" she repeated back... "I admit... interesting choice of words... Charles... interesting choice of words... "

"Ah... but you are not fine mon cher." Charles said matter of factly. "Something to cause a Van Helsing to shiver like that has to be a nightmare. And in the dark nightmares only become more consuming and maddening."

Charles smirked as he motioned over and a chair came across the floor to sit next to him. All vampires had slight telekenisis, but few now-a-days saw the value in perfecting it. But those older, and more civilized vampires saw it's uses for that and other things. After all, it was very useful in causing scenes for a quick bite to eat.

"The last I need is no more Van Helsings to test me and my kind afterall." Charles said with a slight grin. He knew that any oter vampire would kill many to get to this chance and would kill her. Many sought the line of the Van Helsings to end so they may propegate in peace but Charles saw their value. Especially since they could be used in whipping out the weak of the houses so he wouldn't have to deal with the increasing amount of whelps.

There was a day the hunters ensured only the smart and worhty were vampires. But no more... the hunters today were all just self-righteous fools who could never cause any REAL damage.

 

[Geryon]

Kirin downed another glass of scotch as his dart streaked through the air and buried itself in the bullseye across the room.

"I believe..." he slurred slightly, "that that's another hundred, chaps. Each." Four scruffy men scowled back at him, but each reluctantly dragged a small roll of bills from inside their jackets. After collecting, Kirin dropped his empty glass on the bar and retired to a nearby table, stumbling only once or twice. For several moments he watched the men whose money he had so easily procured. They muttered to each other, casting dark glances his way. Soon after, they moved to the corner so sit and converse. Kirin could guess what they were discussing. A sign on the bathroom door proclaimed it "Out of Order." With a dark smile, Kirin stood and tottered to the back door of the musty bar. A few paces down the alley, he turned around a dumpster to wait. He was not disappointed. Within seconds, one of his unfriendly dart-mates could be heard crunching down the dark alley. As the man poked his head around the corner of the dumpster, Kirin seized his throat and, with a practiced stop-thrust, buried an inch of steel beneath the man's breastbone. He didn't know why this strike seemed to paralyze a man's lungs, robbing him of the ability to cry out before he drowned in his own blood, but it did. With a sweet smile, he sheathed the rest of his knife in the man's body, feeling the blade scrape against his spine. With a quick sidestep, Kirin lowered the corpse to the cold ground, emptying the pockets of their contents. This attacker hadn't much money left after the earlier dart games, but if the body was found, he would be assumed the victim of a mugging.

Reentering the bar, without so much as a stagger, Kirin smiled soberly at the three remaining men, dropping a bloodstained bill on the table. For a round of drinks, or cab fare, he would let them decide which they needed more.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Ah... but you are not fine mon cher." Charles said matter of factly. "Something to cause a Van Helsing to shiver like that has to be a nightmare. And in the dark nightmares only become more consuming and maddening."

~ A nightmare... oh it was a nightmare alright... one she had lived thru... she felt it come to the surface... but she beat it back.. she would not tell this.... perfect stranger... and an enemy on top of it all.. about... that...

"The last I need is no more Van Helsings to test me and my kind afterall."

Karess focused on the chair as it slid across the floor... her eyebrow raising... this truely was an old school Vampire.. it had been a long long time since she had encountered one such as He... and with a sense of humor to boot... she indeed raised her eyes to Him at His remark... and again.. a smile shone on her face... rare... very rare... for her...

"I no longer claim that name... so perhaps the line has already died out... I do not know if I would... bring another... into this... world.. with the curse that I have learned to live with... but I have to admit.. Your words made me smile... Charles... I find You to be the most interesting of company... in this day and age... when both Vampire and mortal are nothing more than whelps that need a good... thrashing.. "

She again looked at the chair... and took a chance.. one perhaps maybe she should not have... but she moved to sit closer to the Vampire... she did not fear Him... she had stopped fearing them along ago... or at least she tried to convince herself she did....

"You are very different than what I am used... to observing.... Charles d'Orleans" her voice ... closer... a bit more... intimate... the glint of the stake in her boot could been seen if one looked... "tell me... what is it You seek... this night... and what brought You to my table... other than who I am... or perhaps that was the only reason? yes?"

 

[Lotharian]

"I no longer claim that name... so perhaps the line has already died out... I do not know if I would... bring another... into this... world.. with the curse that I have learned to live with... but I have to admit.. Your words made me smile... Charles... I find You to be the most interesting of company... in this day and age... when both Vampire and mortal are nothing more than whelps that need a good... thrashing.. "

Charles smirked at her first comment. "Mon cher, the line still lives in you. If there is one thing I've learned from my life, it is the power of blood. And you've still the strength of yours, if you look close enough. I can smell it from here..." Charles said, his eyes fluttering for a moment while he took a deep breath, taking in that intoxicating scent of power that comes with a Van Helsing, increased by her nearness. "A shame you are not passing it along..."

"You are very different than what I am used... to observing.... Charles d'Orleans" her voice ... closer... a bit more... intimate... "tell me... what is it You seek... this night... and what brought You to my table... other than who I am... or perhaps that was the only reason? yes?"

"I've many surprises mon cher." Charles said with a slight laugh while snubbing out his cigarette and retrieving another from within his suitcoat. "But as for why I came... I am a predator like all my kin. I will not be one to deny my nature. But am I not allowed to hunt for a good conversation untop of a meal? Besides, it's not standard I get the pleasure of celebrities in my haunt n'est pas?"

Charles laughed lightly to himself, thinking of the differences between her and her past relative... the son of Van Helsing. He didn't know how many had come before her, for most vampires could not keep track of their line. And most of those who HAVE met Van Helsings normally don't live to tell the tale. So Vampires are normally not so enlightened.

But the meeting was indeed interesting... maybe he'd tell her of it someday...

 

[xxkildarexx]

Kildare sat quietly, keeping her legs crossed, shyly looking up at someone who had caught her eye. She glanced up up tat Kirin. So handsome. Of course, she wouldn't have a chance in hell with him. After much thought, she resolved to approach him. Seeing he was busy with four vagabonds, she stayed a bit back, watching his movements with fascination.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Mon cher, the line still lives in you. If there is one thing I've learned from my life, it is the power of blood. And you've still the strength of yours, if you look close enough. I can smell it from here..." Charles said, his eyes fluttering for a moment while he took a deep breath, taking in that intoxicating scent of power that comes with a Van Helsing, increased by her nearness. "A shame you are not passing it along..."

~ She stopped that line of conversation at that moment.. by reaching out and laying a finger to His lips to still His words... "No... no more" she whispered.. showing a bit more emotion in her eyes than she cared to... Her heritage.. her life.. was not something she wanted to deal with... or talk about .. or face... not anymore... in fact she had run from it... why else would she be here.. in this god forsaken hole... so far away from home... she came here because she craved human... contact... well.. some kind of contact at least... perhaps deep... very deep inside.. is was Vampiric contact she craved....

He silenced then... and she removed her finger... with a nod of thanks...

She took a sip of her wine once again.. finishing the last splash of it... looking to the sad looking waitress.. she pointed to her glass and got a slight nod in return... a few minutes later another glass was set to the table... the girl looked at the man sitting there.. and visably shivered before turning and walking away... just as Charles spoke once more in that soothing... smooth... deep... voice of His...

"As for why I came... I am a predator like all my kin. I will not be one to deny my nature. But am I not allowed to hunt for a good conversation untop of a meal? Besides, it's not standard I get the pleasure of celebrities in my haunt n'est pas?"

She smirked at His last comment... "I am hardly a celebrity... Charles... You know as well as I that at least some of my... ancestors... where shunned for what we did.. we were called murderers by people who did not or refused to believe your kind existed.. and hunted by you... "

She stopped there.. "Sorry... I guess I am not as... tactful as my father... grandfather... and great grandfather... I sometimes wish I never knew Vampires... existed... "

She looked down and away... why .. why was she finding it so easy to talk to this particular man... vampire... that she had to almost shut herself up... what was it about Him?
True she carried a stake.. and a dagger... in case she encountered vampires... which she usually did... but in all reality.. most had no idea who she was... they lacked that... touch... to sense a Hunter in their midst... but then again most were young pups who had no clue other than the fact they wanted to fuck and suck... quite literally...
But He... He knew who she was as soon as her scent came to Him.. and He approached her... and offered peace.. at least for now... He was... as fascinating to her as perhaps she was to Him...

She turns her golden eyed gaze back to Him... "as for good conversation... Now that is something I think we both are indeed hunting for... but I feel... painfully inadequate... given Your... history.... and the fact that I am .. much younger than You... I am thinking You could probably tell me more about my own ancestors than I could.. "

Now there was an ironic thought.... she muses to herself.. as she reaches up and gently glides her long crimson braid back over her shoulder.. ~

 

[JokerWild]

Character Name: Gaven
Character Age: appears 20
Character Gender: Male
Special Talents/Skills: SharpShooting with bow and arrow or gun, hand-to-hand combat with or without his sword, SuperStrength/Reflexes, Hightened Senses.

Physical Description: 5'9, 170 lbs, muscular, white long hair he keeps tied up with a silver band. His light-blue eyes seem lifeless...he wears a black hood that covers his face, sometimes when he passes through a forest travelers or farmers think he's death.

Emotional/Psychological Description: Headstrong...angry...lonely...he doesn't bother to make friends, the carnage he's been through he doesn't get close to anyone, he only gets close to his enemy to kill him/her.

BackGround: A member of a ancient vampire hunter's clan, his father was a scientist developing medication and weapons for their cause. At the age of 20 Gaven volentered himself for an serum that was going to give the user the strength of an vampire without the effects of being one. It worked for a short time, he was successful in killing many enemies and even hunted with several members of the Hellsing clan, until he was bitten.

The estranged dna from the bite and the combonation of the serum put Gaven in a coma for sixty plus years, beliveing that he was dead his father buried him in an cave like tomb. During the time he was "asleep" his entire clan was wiped out. He awakened on his birthday, now "21" he hasn't aged, the only thing that has changed is his hair had turned white. Now he takes up the responsibility bestowed upon him to kill vampires...

IC

He walked through the forest, he had arrived a few days ago, he had encountered and killed three vampires. His black hood covered his face, behind the hood he wore an all black tunic. He didn't bother to look around, any forest he was in he felt at home...his hair hung in his face as his eerie deadlike eyes peered through. "She's here I know it..." he thought as he journeyed through the forest.

He had heard a few weeks ago that an old friend of his was around this area...an old friend indeed. He now considered her a traitor to all he stood for, she fell in love with a vampire turning her back on her family's cause and now he sought to redeem her family name and revenge his clan...