Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 7, 2018 18:12:39 GMT -8
Waiting quietly for the girl to spit out her question the vampire held her gaze unrelentingly. When at last she managed to ask him, he glanced down at the wolf for a moment as it stepped away from her, prowling past him and out the far door into the depths of the castle.
"This hasn't always been my lair." he explained to her, his gaze snapping back to her before she could completely regain her composure. "Many things have been left behind since I came to be Lord of this castle. Most of them I found no sense throwing out." his eyes trailed down her, although dark as they were they hardly offered an easy way to identify such.
"More importantly you're thin, and you're weak. Exhausting yourself only makes the onset faster. Now eat, or I may find you more useful as an experiment than as help."
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Natasa Waltine
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 7, 2018 18:32:24 GMT -8
Caught between fury and hunger, there was only a moment of hesitation before the woman zoomed in on the table and all the food upon it. She had little manners when inhaling her food: after all, it had been days since her stomach had seen so much as a morsel. By the end of it, her hands were laden with grease and crumbs. She leaned back in her chair when she'd had more than enough to eat, making a big, incredibly sated sigh. Her eyes closed briefly, trying to take in what comfort she had now before the reality of the situation settled back in.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 7, 2018 18:40:14 GMT -8
Watching her scarf down the food, Lord Volkh hardly batted an eye at her barbaric nature. Instead he waited silently for her to continue, and in her haste she seemed to forget all about him or her situation. It wasn't until she had finally slowed her gorging that she seemed to register the world around her and, as she leaned back in the chair he let her have a few moments of satisfied silence.
"Hardly a feast befitting a guest of my hall. I shall need to go out and collect more before long." he offered, once the moment had passed. "Or perhaps it is you that will be doing it now. You are a servant of Lord Mykola Volkh." he drifted closer, reaching down to collect one of her hands as he bend, pressing his cold lips to her fingers. "And what would be your name?"
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 7, 2018 18:56:41 GMT -8
The girl's eyes fluttered upward when the vampire neared, taking her hand. She was about to pull away but thought better of it, allowing him to greet her in such a way. Her cheeks flushed again, with him being so close.
"Natasa," she announced. "Natasa Waltine. Thank... thank you for the feast, my... Lord." The words tasted nasty in her mouth. She'd never met royalty, nor had she served anyone but her fellow townsfolk. They used to think themselves free, then. Now they were just dead.
She got up, trying to pull her hand away. "You told me we would start training soon, during nighttime. I-I want to start as soon as possible if we can."
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 8, 2018 12:51:06 GMT -8
Her hesitation was noted, although it was hardly offensive. After all, even in the air around her, her very aura, was filled with tension. Allowing her to take her hand back he straightened, looking down at her as she reached her full height. She was more eager than he was expecting, that much was for certain.
"We will not be starting tonight." he informed her, a statement of simple fact with no sense of apology. "You've already collapsed once, and have barely eaten. The harder you push yourself and the weaker you are, the easier your curse will make headway. I have already introduced you to the first of my magics. It will slow down the infection, for now, although even now I can sense it straining. You will rest tonight."
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 8, 2018 16:52:51 GMT -8
"What? No, I just woke up!" she protested, hands in fists again. She grasped the front of her gown, trying to swallow her anger. After a pause, her lips curled into a snarl as she asked, "What... what did you do to me?"
Pain shot through her head again, sending her palm flying to the remaining bump on her forehead. She was ready for it to split apart, like before, but... it didn't.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 8, 2018 17:16:41 GMT -8
As she spoke out against his decree, the vampire's piercing glare bored into her.
"You seem to misunderstand your situation." he told her, his voice lacked any real malice, and yet his eyes carried a glare that gave his words an undercurrent of danger, beginning to glow faintly red that seemed to grow in intensity from his words. "You are here because you forfeited your life to me. You live because I allow it, and you will obey, because I command it!" Volkh's perfect demeanor shattered for a moment as he leaned forward, slamming his fist upon the table with enough force to leave a crater in the marble, sending a spiderweb of cracks over the surface, a powerful punctuation as his voice reached a dangerously snarling crescendo.
Then, all at once that anger was gone. He hesitated only for a moment before straightening, glancing at the blood as it dripped from his hand and the wounds slowly sealed. Pulling a handkerchief from his doublet he wiped his hand off, once more the calm, collected if not terrifying man she had met. Wiping the dark red blood off his hand he was silent for a moment.
"We will begin in earnest tomorrow. For now, I suggest you rest."
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 8, 2018 17:44:43 GMT -8
When Lord Volk's hand slammed down on the table little Natasa gasped in fright. It startled her so badly she fell back into her chair. She turned away from him, arms held tightly to her chest. Her eyes were wide as the plates on the table. She shrank as much as she could, traumatized by the outburst.
Once she was capable of speech once more, she nodded gently, lips aquiver. "Y-yes... my Lord."
She slipped off of the chair, turned away from him, and attempted to make it back to her room silently.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 8, 2018 18:12:46 GMT -8
When the girl slithered from her chair and darted out of his presence like a frightened mouse, Lord Volkh slowly turned to look at the doorway she had fled through. Despite his cold outward demeanor, his mind was pulsing hot. Every fiber of his being felt like sand, grating on his inner consciousness in incessant Need. Formally alone up here, the blood wine was enough. It sated him, although it could not sustain him, forcing him down into the mountains and villages below in search of prey. He had planned his latest feeding to be in a month or so, but now: with this heart beating in his presence, blood pumping through a delightfully new body and so close...
He closed his eyes and even here he could hear her heart beating. No matter where she dwelled in his castle he could hear it. More incessant than any clock, more tempting than any mortal drink or food. Gripping his hands tightly he turned with a dramatic swoop of his cloak. It was night now, and he needed to take advantage of it before he turned his hunger upon her.
Outside of the kitchen when Natasa had exited, the wolf lay upon the carpet. It rose to its feet at the sight of her, beginning to lead the way once more to her quarters.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 8, 2018 18:44:17 GMT -8
"Morning," dawned on Castle Volkh, the unwelcome sun tinting the sky pinks and oranges, although it would take some time for it to clamor over the mountain peaks and well and truly illuminate the castle. Ultimately though, the light of the sun never reached within, and the concept of "day" and "night" and became quite perfunctory to those who lived within.
Natasa's room might be darkened, if she slept at all that night and if she put out her candle as well. If so the candle would, with the smallest of noises, come alight. As the small fire illuminated the room, it revealed Lord Volkh standing at her bedside, looming over it.
"It is time for your first duties." he told her calmly, his eyes no longer solid black but instead mostly human-seeming, minus the crimson irises.
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 9, 2018 16:43:58 GMT -8
Natasa did not sleep heavy within the castle. Every creak and every skitter woke the woman for brief moments of dreary-eyed consciousness. When the candle flickered to life, it woke her fully. She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes wearily until they focused on Lord Volkh. She stopped dead, the memory of the night before replaying itself in her mind.
Without further ado, she snaked out of bed, feeling every muscle and tendon complain at the movement due to her trek from nights past. She stood up with a grimace, taking her time to pull to full height and gaze upward at Volkh.
"Where do we start, my Lord?"
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 9, 2018 18:49:45 GMT -8
Watching carefully as Natasa got out of her bed, he moved towards the mattress and lying a set of entirely new clothes upon it. Black and white, they were obviously servant's clothing. It seemed, whether he was taking her an an apprentice or not, he was going to make it abundantly clear that she was, indeed, a servant. Not as if he could very well make her wear her rags or nightwear.
"You will bathe yourself appropriately first. We may be the only people here, but I'll not have you scampering about in rags and smelling of death and sweat. Then you will dress. Today I will be showing you around Castle Volkh. Follow." he turned, heading towards the open door as he barely gave her time to ask questions or gain her bearings.
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 10, 2018 17:24:03 GMT -8
Natasa's chin lowered to her chest in a glower, but she didn't say a word. Behave, she told herself, for now, do nothing to encourage his wrath.
She followed close behind, hands on her elbows as they walked. Her eyes stared venomously at his back.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 11, 2018 12:53:50 GMT -8
Leading Natasa down the flight of stairs Lord Volkh glanced back at her, not missing the hateful glare she was giving him. Turning forward once more he led her, although spoke up mid-trip:
"I suppose I owe you an...apology. I lost my temper last night which was most unbecoming." He did not look at her even as he spoke, merely leading her down deathly silent hallways. "I can get that way sometimes between...sating my Needs. You have nothing to worry about, I'm satisfied now." he told her before reaching a well-etched and fancy door. Clearing his throat lightly he stepped aside, motioning to it.
"This is the bathroom."
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 11, 2018 18:48:44 GMT -8
As soon as words about being "sated" left the bloodsucker's mouth, Natasa's hand flew up to her neck, searching for a puncture wound. The hand went down to her shoulder, then to her collarbone, an intensely concerned expression passing her features.
When she found nothing, she glanced up at Lord Volkh, brow pinched in confusion. She followed him toward the bathroom, becoming more and more bewildered. This, mixed with the ever-present unease that had latched onto her since her first meeting with the vampire put a knot in her stomach. She nodded, placing a hand on the door. She didn't stop staring at him, as though expecting some ill-mannered comment or movement from the man.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 12, 2018 7:22:13 GMT -8
As Natasa placed her hand n the tarnished silver knob of the bathroom and stared at him, Lord Volkh stared back for several long moment before at last lifting a hand, curling his cold, white fingers and turning his wrist clockwise as if miming working a knob.
"You turn it." he reminded her. Then pushing forward with his hand slightly as if to punctuate his point he said, "Then you push."
If she followed his expert instructions she would find the bathroom to be the darkest (And dustiest) room yet. Several rats scampered away at the candlelight, and a colony of bats made the domed ceiling appear to be covered in an undulating, living mass of fur. The reliefs carved into the marble baths were gorgeous, and one could only wonder why it was allowed to reach such a sorry state. But there was a faucet that ran into a tub that was several yards wide in each direction, replete with a place to start a fire beneath it in order to warm the water, although it was dark and cold. Hardly suitable for anyone to take anything less than a cold bath.
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 13, 2018 15:52:13 GMT -8
The comment was more insulting than what Natasa was expecting. The glare returned just before she opened the door.
Right after she did that, the girl screamed. One of the rats scampered right past her foot, sending shivers up her back. After her initial horror passed, her hand slapped right over her nose as the sweet waft of guano and rat feces washed over them.
She looked toward Lord Volkh with a look of utter denial. She wasn't going to wash up in there. The stab wound didn't kill her but this would!
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 16, 2018 2:06:26 GMT -8
When Natasa screamed, Volkh glanced within as well. Perhaps it was a little worse for wear. The bats stirred at the introduction to candlelight, and her scream had them shifting around unsettlingly. Reaching out he placed a hand on her arm, quickly sweeping her out of the doorway as an explosion of fur and beating, leathery wings filled the silence the bats flowing out of the small door as they chirped their displeasure at the disturbance. Raising his cape to shield her a few of the bats landed on it, quickly taking to the air when the new platform proved to be more fluid than they'd like. Scattering into the darkness they were soon alone once again, and Volkh lowered his cloak.
"I haven't needed this room in some time. Perhaps I should have started charging rent." stepping into the doorway once again a few rats still scittered about, but fought to hide themselves from the light from his candles. "Well, it seems as if we've found your first project." he noted. "The bucket is in the corner. We'll skip your bath today, but allow me to resume the tour. I'd rather you know where you can and cannot go."
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 17, 2018 15:35:52 GMT -8
Natasa was no stranger to cleaning. Her family owned a farm and she wasn't some spoiled brat, but this was beyond disgusting even for her. She shuddered at the thought, but the longer she was able to put it off, the better. She nodded to him, edging away from the bathroom door. It was a strain not to cough or gag from the smell alone.
"Where I... cannot go?" she asked curiously, mostly to distract herself from the bath.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
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Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Registered: Jan 5, 2018 17:01:37 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 19, 2018 12:50:09 GMT -8
Walking away from the open door, her knew she's likely be following. After all, she seemed eager to get away from the vile room they had seen. He knew, by her question, that her curiosity was getting the better of her. After all, he'd been quite a curious sort in his youth as well. Perhaps it was best to start with these areas. Best to simply get the law of the castle established. Leading the way down the labyrinthine hallways, he motioned to the occasional door, beautifully engraved mahogany on brass hinges that blocked off a number of mundane rooms. Listing them off as they walked along, it was clear he had little interest in most of them. There was a study, a few bedrooms with little worthy of note, linen closets, nothing terribly vampiric as of yet. As they approached the front of the manor, however, he stopped at a door different than the rest, not far from the kitchen. Made of metal, it appeared newer than whatever else he had shown her. Across its facade, twisted, grotesque faces gave it the appearance of screaming faces within,all consumed by fire.
"This is my laboratory." he explained calmly, gesturing towards the door as he stopped next to it. It hardly seemed inviting, and he turned towards Natasa as if to gauge her reaction to it. "You are never to enter the laboratory without me present. This is where your advanced studies will occur. When within, refrain from touching anything I tell you not to. That curse can quite quickly become the least of your worries."
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