Salem Carroway
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: unknown but her appearance is in the mid 20s
Physical Description: Her skin is fair and pale like those who venture little into the sun. Atop her head sits strands of wavy black hair as black nothingness. A pair of dull golden ram horns sprout from her head. Her ancestral ties with the beasts of this lands fill her with gratitude for the earth. One can not be without the other. Over her eyes is a cloth painted with red strikes and an eye to guide her. Her eyes are not important for she can see with other means. THe clothe keeps her focused on her path instead of other directions. Her height is shorter than most individuals at about 5'2 making it easy for her to slip through crowds. She resembles the youth of someone in their mid twenties but no one knows of her true age. She could've lived for centuries or barely lived a couple of decades, one doesn't know.
Clothes and Equipment: atop her body, she wears a black wool poncho and black silk pants that hug close to her legs. A small hole is cut into her pants to allow a short tail to stick through. It is not much for her to carry. Salem is never one to stay in the same spot for too long. She carries a small rucksack with a few necessities, a book enchantments and spells, as well as a deck of tarot cards.
Allegiances: to the stars, moon, and heavens above
Registered: Nov 17, 2019 14:25:34 GMT -8
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Post by Salem Carroway on Nov 18, 2019 22:22:42 GMT -8
"I put trust in you to not kill me, now it is your turn to put trust in me" Salem walks up to one of the consumed as all of them have stood in place. She goes to each one making sure they are harmless for now.
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The Raconteur
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Roleplay posts: 98
Registered: Nov 16, 2019 18:44:18 GMT -8
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Post by The Raconteur on Nov 18, 2019 22:43:32 GMT -8
The Consumed make no effort to move at all, simply remaining pointing at the direction of the Oasis.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92 
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Nov 24, 2019 14:00:48 GMT -8
Watching their new companion, Vasco raised a brow but didn't speak. He looked up to exchange glances with Laszlo, then reached for his weapon as the consumed appeared.
When they didn't move, he became confused. He flipped the sword out of its scabbard just in case, gazing at the direction they were pointing.
"... seems like our best guess," he said, peering at the horizon. "There's nothing else in this hell-forsaken desert, after all."
He took another glance at Salem. There was something going on with her- he was sure even Laszlo saw that- and they would have to keep an eye on her. For all they knew, she was about to sacrifice them to some demon spawn that they would meet further in. Whatever it was, they would kill it, and if the woman put them up for grabs, she would be killed, as well.
Urging on, the vampire kept this in mind.
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The Raconteur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 98
Registered: Nov 16, 2019 18:44:18 GMT -8
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Post by The Raconteur on Nov 24, 2019 14:26:33 GMT -8
As the three continue through the desert, you come across many Consumed that stand in the same catatonic state, pointing towards the Oasis.
Vasco and Laszlo, now that you have a moment to notice, you both feel uncomfortably warm everywhere the sand touches your skin, which is a lot of places actually.
After a very long walk, you end up at the outskirts of the Oasis, but there's a problem...
You see, everywhere in this desert there are clouds constantly blocking the sun regardless of the time of day, but not in the Oasis, there's a crack along the clouds.
And daylight is pouring down upon the city of Oasis.
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Salem Carroway
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: unknown but her appearance is in the mid 20s
Physical Description: Her skin is fair and pale like those who venture little into the sun. Atop her head sits strands of wavy black hair as black nothingness. A pair of dull golden ram horns sprout from her head. Her ancestral ties with the beasts of this lands fill her with gratitude for the earth. One can not be without the other. Over her eyes is a cloth painted with red strikes and an eye to guide her. Her eyes are not important for she can see with other means. THe clothe keeps her focused on her path instead of other directions. Her height is shorter than most individuals at about 5'2 making it easy for her to slip through crowds. She resembles the youth of someone in their mid twenties but no one knows of her true age. She could've lived for centuries or barely lived a couple of decades, one doesn't know.
Clothes and Equipment: atop her body, she wears a black wool poncho and black silk pants that hug close to her legs. A small hole is cut into her pants to allow a short tail to stick through. It is not much for her to carry. Salem is never one to stay in the same spot for too long. She carries a small rucksack with a few necessities, a book enchantments and spells, as well as a deck of tarot cards.
Allegiances: to the stars, moon, and heavens above
Registered: Nov 17, 2019 14:25:34 GMT -8
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Post by Salem Carroway on Nov 24, 2019 14:28:14 GMT -8
Salem smiles at the two vampires and leads them in the direction that the consumed were pointing. "It seems that we are in the good graces of the desert. May I ask why you two have come to this desert?"
As they get closer to the oasis Salem notices the lightening in her vision. Is there sun? "we are still in the desert right? Why is there light?" Salem is confused and at the sudden change. Salem's eyes, while unable to see like most, felt the warmth of sunlight after so walking so long in the dark desert.
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Abby (Keeper Of The Oasis)
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 34
Physical Description: A semi-muscular, perhaps slightly overweight, woman, who just by stance alone, you can tell is constantly busy, but never too busy to hear you out.
Clothes and Equipment: Not much more than what you'd expect to see on any farmer.
Allegiances: Keeper of the Oasis
Registered: Nov 17, 2019 13:43:57 GMT -8
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Post by Abby (Keeper Of The Oasis) on Nov 24, 2019 14:40:24 GMT -8
Suddenly, you hear a woman's voice. "Hey there travelers!" You turn to look, and see a woman carrying a heavy load of boxes, but with her face slightly off to the side so that you can see it. "You're almost here, just git in here before the desert eats ya, ya goofs!"
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Laszlo Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 54
Physical Description: Laszlo is a very large man at just below 220cm, only slightly more than ordinary proportions of a sailor simply multiplied by a noticeable factor. His outward appearance is that of a youthful fellow, great maintenance vying with harsh treatment on dominance over his face, the build of which can be described as that of androgynous beauty hammered to brutishness, or the inverse of a brute getting androgynous beauty sculpted on his face. The man has pale skin with further bleaching by some makeup in a relic of Laszlo's vain past contrasting with long strands of . But this only at a distance hides long scars across his lips. The man's eyes though naturally a light green shade will almost always be glowing a faint, cold white as he starves himself of blood. The rims of his eyes will be a dark red, as though inflamed, hungover, bruised and simply sleepless all at once. Laszlo will always smell pleasantly of flowers with but a hint of coastal spices.
Clothes and Equipment: Will vary drastically. He enjoys more brutal arms however, axes and the likes being a particular favourite.
Registered: Jul 12, 2019 19:50:11 GMT -8
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Post by Laszlo Correa on Nov 27, 2019 23:00:19 GMT -8
Laszlo laughed heartily as Salem brought up the fact she put her trust in the vampiric duo as an argument. "Well it was stupid of you to do so, we're a pair of blood-sucking monsters. But even if you did put trust into us, that doesn't mean we should reciprocate." A much better argument in Laszlo's eyes was that the self interested bastard of a relative that he had was willing to go and do this, so at least it wouldn't be fatal right? Shrugging, he went along but making sure he kept an eye both on this woman of wonders and Vasco. He got more and more annoyed by the moment even though his sober state persisted. He didn't like sand, it was coarse and rough and it got everywhere.
"You may." he replied to the eventual query of Salem. "Not sure why we should answer it though. Don't take it for poor manner's m'lady, but you are a stranger. Speaking of strangers...." The vampire said, looking to the newcomer in the scene. "Oh? You seem to be devoid of this worry...."
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Salem Carroway
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: unknown but her appearance is in the mid 20s
Physical Description: Her skin is fair and pale like those who venture little into the sun. Atop her head sits strands of wavy black hair as black nothingness. A pair of dull golden ram horns sprout from her head. Her ancestral ties with the beasts of this lands fill her with gratitude for the earth. One can not be without the other. Over her eyes is a cloth painted with red strikes and an eye to guide her. Her eyes are not important for she can see with other means. THe clothe keeps her focused on her path instead of other directions. Her height is shorter than most individuals at about 5'2 making it easy for her to slip through crowds. She resembles the youth of someone in their mid twenties but no one knows of her true age. She could've lived for centuries or barely lived a couple of decades, one doesn't know.
Clothes and Equipment: atop her body, she wears a black wool poncho and black silk pants that hug close to her legs. A small hole is cut into her pants to allow a short tail to stick through. It is not much for her to carry. Salem is never one to stay in the same spot for too long. She carries a small rucksack with a few necessities, a book enchantments and spells, as well as a deck of tarot cards.
Allegiances: to the stars, moon, and heavens above
Registered: Nov 17, 2019 14:25:34 GMT -8
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Post by Salem Carroway on Nov 28, 2019 19:04:51 GMT -8
"I was just trying to make conversation is all." Salem replies to Laszlo as she turns her attention to the stranger. "what are you doing in the oasis?" she asks unsure of what to make of this woman.
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Abby (Keeper Of The Oasis)
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 34
Physical Description: A semi-muscular, perhaps slightly overweight, woman, who just by stance alone, you can tell is constantly busy, but never too busy to hear you out.
Clothes and Equipment: Not much more than what you'd expect to see on any farmer.
Allegiances: Keeper of the Oasis
Registered: Nov 17, 2019 13:43:57 GMT -8
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Post by Abby (Keeper Of The Oasis) on Nov 28, 2019 19:37:23 GMT -8
"What am I doing in the-" She laughs heartily. "Miss, I run this little town and make sure nothing burns down, heaven knows the whole place would go if that happened."
She puts down the multitude of boxes she was carrying and stretches her back before extending a hand despite how far away you are from her. "Name's Abigail Steinwould, but please call me Abby."
Upon further inspection, she realizes something that should obvious, but she didn't notice for various reasons. "Hey wait, are you a vampylad? If so, I can help out your thirst situation."
She then produces a flask from one of the boxes that, even from here, you can smell blood inside of, it also smells like hers to boot.
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Salem Carroway
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: unknown but her appearance is in the mid 20s
Physical Description: Her skin is fair and pale like those who venture little into the sun. Atop her head sits strands of wavy black hair as black nothingness. A pair of dull golden ram horns sprout from her head. Her ancestral ties with the beasts of this lands fill her with gratitude for the earth. One can not be without the other. Over her eyes is a cloth painted with red strikes and an eye to guide her. Her eyes are not important for she can see with other means. THe clothe keeps her focused on her path instead of other directions. Her height is shorter than most individuals at about 5'2 making it easy for her to slip through crowds. She resembles the youth of someone in their mid twenties but no one knows of her true age. She could've lived for centuries or barely lived a couple of decades, one doesn't know.
Clothes and Equipment: atop her body, she wears a black wool poncho and black silk pants that hug close to her legs. A small hole is cut into her pants to allow a short tail to stick through. It is not much for her to carry. Salem is never one to stay in the same spot for too long. She carries a small rucksack with a few necessities, a book enchantments and spells, as well as a deck of tarot cards.
Allegiances: to the stars, moon, and heavens above
Registered: Nov 17, 2019 14:25:34 GMT -8
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Post by Salem Carroway on Nov 28, 2019 20:45:43 GMT -8
Salem isn't sure if she should make the couple extra steps to shake this woman's hand. The fallen star did need her to be killed after all. Maybe its time to end the plesentries and just slash her throat. Then there is no need to worry about thirst.
"hold on there. Why are you wanting to take us in and why is it bright over there?"
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Nov 28, 2019 21:32:19 GMT -8
Vasco looked between everyone rather disgruntedly. Why, for a moment, he and Laszlo looked like brothers.
Following behind as they entered the city, a few questions raised in his head. A few of them, the bloody seafarer, asked. The others, however...
Sneering, the younger vampire raised a hand to deny the bottle. "Quite full. Mum also taught me not to take things from strangers," he replied with a wry smile. "I'd have to buy you a drink first."
Abby wasn't entirely his type, and he wasn't sure if Laszlo would go for Salem before he would have a chance. He didn't know the bloke entirely well, but they both knew exactly why that was. Vasco didn't know who would win a fight between them, and he didn't want to find out in the middle of a hellscape.
Pulling up the hood to his heavy cloak, Vasco pointed toward Salem. "She has a good question, and I have a few of my own. What is this place, and might you have anything of actual value here?"
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Laszlo Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 54
Physical Description: Laszlo is a very large man at just below 220cm, only slightly more than ordinary proportions of a sailor simply multiplied by a noticeable factor. His outward appearance is that of a youthful fellow, great maintenance vying with harsh treatment on dominance over his face, the build of which can be described as that of androgynous beauty hammered to brutishness, or the inverse of a brute getting androgynous beauty sculpted on his face. The man has pale skin with further bleaching by some makeup in a relic of Laszlo's vain past contrasting with long strands of . But this only at a distance hides long scars across his lips. The man's eyes though naturally a light green shade will almost always be glowing a faint, cold white as he starves himself of blood. The rims of his eyes will be a dark red, as though inflamed, hungover, bruised and simply sleepless all at once. Laszlo will always smell pleasantly of flowers with but a hint of coastal spices.
Clothes and Equipment: Will vary drastically. He enjoys more brutal arms however, axes and the likes being a particular favourite.
Registered: Jul 12, 2019 19:50:11 GMT -8
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Post by Laszlo Correa on Nov 30, 2019 12:49:14 GMT -8
Laszlo didn't even register the statement Salem was only making conversation, instead looking onward to Abby. So, it seemed that this was one of the folks that Salem wanted to kill by order of the strange desert creatures. He looked between the two, wondering who it was that in the end needed to die. Neither of them seemed like particularly bad people or at the very least neither of them seemed like they deserved being stabbed with their own ribs. Oh, he'd already thought of how he could deal with them!
Lulling himself out of violent fantasies Laszlo made a mental note that Salem wasn't wholly blind, perhaps she could even see properly without the wrapping around her eyes. It seemed odd for someone to willingly debilitate themselves like that, perhaps it had something to do with her powers. He looked to the offered blood, extending a hand in decline. "No, I thank you but I shall likewise abstain. Gorged myself recently." he said. He sniffed for a few seconds, realizing that it was of the same person that offered it. How noble, although perhaps foolish. Being one himself, Laszlo more than knew that vampires weren't the type to thank you for bleeding yourself to sate their hunger for a little. Beyond that, the questions Vasco posed were more or less in line with the same thoughts that Laszlo was having. He could at least appreciate the ability with words his "brother" had, especially in context. Thus, for now he kept quiet.
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Abby (Keeper Of The Oasis)
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 34
Physical Description: A semi-muscular, perhaps slightly overweight, woman, who just by stance alone, you can tell is constantly busy, but never too busy to hear you out.
Clothes and Equipment: Not much more than what you'd expect to see on any farmer.
Allegiances: Keeper of the Oasis
Registered: Nov 17, 2019 13:43:57 GMT -8
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Post by Abby (Keeper Of The Oasis) on Dec 1, 2019 13:51:16 GMT -8
"Suit yourself I suppose." She said, putting away the flask. "As to the invite for drinks, I'd love to if had any time at all to do so." She seemed genuinely interested, but perhaps not romantically at this point, she seemed to imply that she'd like to sit down and have a chat rather than get horrendously drunk.
"Why I want you in here is because it sucks real bad out there, though you guys seem to be okay for some reason. I've heard of people talking to the desert and getting free passage, but I think that's hogwash, maybe you guys are just real strong and the desert doesn't want none of that." She asserted, chuckling to herself.
"Anything of value? I mean, I guess? There's a good number of people who come to the Oasis, some people live here indefinitely, I was born here for example, so like: there's lots of different currencies, there's a little marketplace on the third floor, there's a lot of looters you could trade with probably, sometimes people wanna leave, you guys seem good for that..." She continues with a surprising long list of stuff you could theoretically do in this town, which is delivered entirely off the top of her head, complete with finger-counting and everything.
After a solid minute or two, she pauses. "What was I talking about again?"
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Salem Carroway
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: unknown but her appearance is in the mid 20s
Physical Description: Her skin is fair and pale like those who venture little into the sun. Atop her head sits strands of wavy black hair as black nothingness. A pair of dull golden ram horns sprout from her head. Her ancestral ties with the beasts of this lands fill her with gratitude for the earth. One can not be without the other. Over her eyes is a cloth painted with red strikes and an eye to guide her. Her eyes are not important for she can see with other means. THe clothe keeps her focused on her path instead of other directions. Her height is shorter than most individuals at about 5'2 making it easy for her to slip through crowds. She resembles the youth of someone in their mid twenties but no one knows of her true age. She could've lived for centuries or barely lived a couple of decades, one doesn't know.
Clothes and Equipment: atop her body, she wears a black wool poncho and black silk pants that hug close to her legs. A small hole is cut into her pants to allow a short tail to stick through. It is not much for her to carry. Salem is never one to stay in the same spot for too long. She carries a small rucksack with a few necessities, a book enchantments and spells, as well as a deck of tarot cards.
Allegiances: to the stars, moon, and heavens above
Registered: Nov 17, 2019 14:25:34 GMT -8
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Post by Salem Carroway on Dec 1, 2019 14:09:23 GMT -8
Salem is a bit overwhelmed at all the places and things the stranger listed. She, however, didn't explain who there was sunlight over there. Similar to her traveling companions, Salem is no fan of the daytime and tries to avoid it if she can. "You haven't answered my question. Why is there light over there?" Salem asks. The oasis seems like a bustling area from what the lady described. Killing her now would leave too many witnesses.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Dec 3, 2019 12:11:16 GMT -8
Vasco looked over at Laszlo, quirking a brow. This woman was more than a little strange, just as Salem was. She let them know full well what there was to do around the Oasis and that she found it odd they went through the desert without a scratch. He knew that Salen wanted to destroy this place. But why? What could they possibly gain from that?
Scoffing, the young vampire pushed on ahead. "Well, I'll be taking time to peruse the marketplace. Perhaps you would like to answer the girl's questions, however. Avoiding them does make you seem suspicious."
His hood could protect him from the sun's burn, but he was as weak as a human beneath its rays still. Even so, he was sure he could muscle this woman if she tried anything strange.
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Laszlo Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 54
Physical Description: Laszlo is a very large man at just below 220cm, only slightly more than ordinary proportions of a sailor simply multiplied by a noticeable factor. His outward appearance is that of a youthful fellow, great maintenance vying with harsh treatment on dominance over his face, the build of which can be described as that of androgynous beauty hammered to brutishness, or the inverse of a brute getting androgynous beauty sculpted on his face. The man has pale skin with further bleaching by some makeup in a relic of Laszlo's vain past contrasting with long strands of . But this only at a distance hides long scars across his lips. The man's eyes though naturally a light green shade will almost always be glowing a faint, cold white as he starves himself of blood. The rims of his eyes will be a dark red, as though inflamed, hungover, bruised and simply sleepless all at once. Laszlo will always smell pleasantly of flowers with but a hint of coastal spices.
Clothes and Equipment: Will vary drastically. He enjoys more brutal arms however, axes and the likes being a particular favourite.
Registered: Jul 12, 2019 19:50:11 GMT -8
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Post by Laszlo Correa on Dec 5, 2019 17:28:19 GMT -8
Laszlo frowned as Abby did not rebuff Vasco, he much enjoyed when the boy was taught a lesson even if ultimately he never learned it. Regardless, what followed followed was far more interesting. "Yes we do indeed seem to be in a very good condition." he said, with no apparent understanding of volume control. Whether this was to make some sort of point or because that was simply who he was remained to be seen. The vampire was however fairly surprised when apparently people actually lived here in number and had families. "Odd. Place seems like a dump." he continued, looking at the vast expanse of desert and the stuff Abigail was carrying before.
The man very much wanted to say something snide to Salem, because after all there was some bleeding light everywhere. But there was enough chivalry to stop him from doing such, even if the gal was intent on commiting a massacre upon the oasis. For now he just walked on, shifting his hat a little to accommodate the movement of the sun.
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The Raconteur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 98
Registered: Nov 16, 2019 18:44:18 GMT -8
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Post by The Raconteur on Dec 5, 2019 18:47:29 GMT -8
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