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.
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 21, 2018 17:01:33 GMT -8
Natasa was slightly taken aback as she gazed at the door, wondering if the carvings upon that were just carvings or the conjurations of demonic beings sealed within. She lifted her hand with a curiosity stirring in her brain, daring her to touch it. Caution put her hand back down. If those faces really were more than carvings, she was going to have a bad time. Lord Volkh would probably slap her hand away or roar at her, anyway. Better to get on his good side now.
She did have one question that might put him on edge, however.
"What could be worse than this curse, m'lord?" she asked, gazing up at him with both childlike bewilderment and a little bit of venom in her tone. She kept it light, fearing his temper.
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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 23, 2018 13:50:11 GMT -8
Staring at her for a moment of silence, Lord Volkh considered his answer.
"You'll soon see." he told her with a sweep of his cape, facing the door as it opened seemingly on its own. Stepping into the darkness within while holding aloft the candelabra. As the faint light illuminated the contents within he progressed slowly, soon revealing an array of strange apparatus and bottles, boiling seemingly without fire. Atop one of the tables were a number of intricate weapons. Daggers, axes, swords, all seemingly mundane. Next to them, another oddity set on the ground: A squatting gargoyle, larger than the others that horded upon his castle. On it, several runes had already been etched, shimmering as light passed over them.
At last he stopped at the bars of a cage, letting her step in front of him. So far back was it the light failed to reach, terminating in a wall of darkness from which a slight shuffle of chains could be heard. An animalistic howl cut through the dark, a creature launched itself from the darkness, jerking against chains etched with numerous runes. A horrifically pallid creature that snapped at them, its jaws almost seeming to lunge further from its head than would be possible. Its flesh was covered by numerous scars and, from its head, curled two, familiar-looking horns.
"What's worse than your curse, I imagine." Volkh muttered darkly from behind her, veiled partially in shadow. "Is the studies it will take to make certain no one else ends up like you. I suspected my apprentice's influence when I found this...creature years ago. It is of an ilk I had never seen. The spawn of something far more foul, more hateful than I could ever recreate. A creature with so much hatred in its body should be incapable of rational thought. From what you've told me, however, my apprentice is capable of lucidity. Of thought. This is the end result of your curse if it overtakes you. But you should thank your senior. With the studies he's been through, I have the knowledge and the magic to slow the progression of your curse to a crawl. If you flee the castle, or if I am to be destroyed, you would likely have a matter of days before it overcomes you. At you current rate I give you a year."
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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 29, 2018 20:04:35 GMT -8
Natasa stared at the creature with an unreadable expression. Her hands came together at her waist, fingers picking at her nails. The longer she looked at it, the more evident her unease became. Her breath quickened, her eyes grew larger, her heart was pounding. This is what she would become? A creature devoid of all humanity, a slave to its rage?
She looked up at Lord Volkh, nails digging into her skin now. "Only a year?" she breathed. She looked back down at the creature, and then again to the vampire. If he was killed, then her curse would spread, and she would become the very thing she was trying to destroy.
But Lord Volkh had started this whole thing, taking that vile menace as an apprentice. It was all his fault! The very fact that she had to rely on him wasn't fair!
As the rage within built up, the second horn pierced the skin, though not as violently as it did before. Natasa placed a hand on her forehead, trying to stop the flow of blood and ease the pain. It didn't grow as the other did and was barely an inch long, but it was a good reminder that Lord Volkh wasn't the only factor keeping it at bay. She had to put effort into this, too.
She took in a deep breath and let her shoulders slope. One year. She had one year to learn how to defeat the lich and learn to reverse the curse.
"I'm going to make every second of it count, then."
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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 29, 2018 20:47:09 GMT -8
As Natasa struggled with this information, Lord Volkh watched her with apparent interest. Perhaps the cold cavity that held his withered heart was eager to be in the presence of emotion. Raw and powerful, it was almost overwhelming to one who had banished themselves to solitude. He could feel her heart, hear it as her blood pumped faster, her breath came in short, uneven gasps. Then she turned to him, her visage changed once again as the horn broke through and the creature, momentarily still during their conversation gave a final, futile lunge against its chains.
"If you truly mean to fight it, then you must armor yourself with determination. Arm yourself with knowledge. You will not be doing battle with a creature such as that beyond my castle before you slay what holds you back. Your hesitation, your fear, even your rage. It makes you weak, simple, these are the emotions of beasts, not of man. Focus your mind and your steady your hand. Then we can begin in earnest...apprentice."
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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 30, 2018 8:56:02 GMT -8
Natasa's mind swam with questions. What determination do I have... without those? she thought. Such a thing confused her. She had plenty of determination when she was walking up the mountain. That couldn't have just been her rage and her fear pushing her away from her village.
Her village...
Why hadn't she been thinking of them? Her whole family, all her friends, faces she'd been familiar with for her whole life, were all gone. How is it she hadn't been mourning this whole time? Where had her sadness gone? She tried to remember the faces of the people she lost, but they wouldn't come. Was it the curse? Was that what was stopping her?
She turned, facing Volkh in full. She couldn't find it in her heart to mourn them, but she wanted to. That was good enough for now.
"Then let us finish the tour and get on with it."
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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 31, 2018 12:07:53 GMT -8
When Natasa voiced her agreement, Lord Volkh inclined his head slightly, turning with a flourish of his cape. Walking away without a word it was clear he expected her to follow him and, once they had cleared the metal door to the laboratory it slammed shut behind him, the gust of wind it created disturbing the dust that had collected in the carpet. The rest of the tour seemed expedited, largely unused kitchens, washrooms and other areas that likely would have no strong bearing on her stay here. Only a few places were worth the time to stop. The first of these were behind a pair of sliding, mahogany doors.
"This is the library." he informed her, turning away from the doors to address her. "Many of these books are even older than I, so care is requested.” sliding the doors opened he revealed a remarkable room, force one surprisingly clean of dust, similar to his laboratory. Massive bookshelves stretched up to the second tier, separated by a balcony-like protrusion that led to a second tier of books. Tight circular staircases fed between them, a solid wood bannister securing one's descent.
The carpet spread across the entirety of this room and several tables stood at attention, waiting for someone to crack a book open at them. It seemed as if this place likely had once been full of natural sunlight during the day, a multitude of windows covering the walls, but that time had long since passed. Each were fastened tightly with more wooden shutters, blocking hem from any hope of the outside world.
“You may use the library freely during your off hours, but no book is to leave this room.” he announced although, after a moment he sideyed her. “You...can read, can’t you?”
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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 Feb 1, 2018 12:29:09 GMT -8
"I... of cou- I..." Natasa was flustered, red coming to her cheeks as she looked away and folded her arms. She wouldn't have had such a hard time admitting her illiteracy if he hadn't seemed to critical about it. "W-who doesn't know how to read?"
She regretted the words almost as soon as they came out of her mouth. Peasants like her didn't know how to read. People who were farmhands their whole life and had most certainly never even seen a book or had the money or need for tutoring. It wasn't her fault at all! Why did it have to be such a big deal?
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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 Feb 2, 2018 14:55:42 GMT -8
At Natasa's insistence, Lord Volkh returned to her a doubtful look. He could hear her blood flow faster, the speed of her heart increasing to compensate. Perhaps she was simply annoyed by such an obvious question, but unless things had changed in that time... Typically he would simply continue his tour, but if she'd come here with such ludicrous requests to be his apprentice and lacked the most basic skills for it...
"Watch your tone, girl, or I may rescind my offer of healing. Do you know how to read? If you do not answer me truthfully you will waste both of our time. I have time to spare; do you?" he asked pointedly. Her passion may be what was keeping her standing so strong against the tides of her curse, but he needed her under his control. He could not risk another apprentice dismissing their master.
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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 Feb 2, 2018 16:10:28 GMT -8
The young girl gritted her teeth and twined her fingers. She didn't look at him as she spoke, only kept her eyes on the floor. She didn't want to look someone like him in the eye when she was admitting something so shameful. "No," she said finally, making sure he would hear her, that there was no mistake of it: she couldn't read!
It wasn't her fault. She didn't choose to be a peasant. She didn't choose to be attacked. She didn't choose to be cursed. She sighed, shoulders sloping. Everything just wanted to work against her. "Does that mean I can't apprentice?"
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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 Feb 8, 2018 19:24:20 GMT -8
When Natasa admitted her shame, the vampire peered down at her. So, she lacked even the ability to read. He hadn't exactly expected her, an obvious peasant, to be able to but with only a year to spare and so much for her to learn, it was fruitless to start from such a base foundation. When she asked if she could still apprentice, however, he placed a hand on his chin as if in consideration.
"We shall be forced to alter your training. I had not wanted to do this until you understood the repercussions of using your talents but you don't have the time for such luxuries. Tell me: I know you're willing to die to become my apprentice. However, are you prepared to let another die with you? For you? Are you willing to accept the responsibility of creating an extinguishing an existence to further your goals? To rid yourself of your curse?"
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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 Feb 13, 2018 18:36:21 GMT -8
Natasa looked up at Volkh with her eyes narrowed, brow pinching. "What do you mean, m'Lord?" she asked, innocent of the implications of his proposal. Someone else to die for her? Was he speaking about himself? The creature in the laboratory? Someone else entirely?
"Who else would have to die for my sake?" she prompted again. The notion did not seem to sit well with her, but she was still determined.
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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 Feb 13, 2018 20:01:34 GMT -8
When Natasa expressed her doubt, Volkh shook his head. She was difficult to crack, but in the end she would have no choice. Looming over her, he peered down, his eyes glowing faintly in the small amount of light the candelabra provided. Sweeping past her, he clearly intended for her to follow and didn't answer her at first. Down the twisting, dark hallways they went, passing the bathroom at the foot of the stairs which had once been filled with bats. It was no longer empty, however: Within, creatures of stone toiled, deformed and terrifying in visage. Gargoyles, similar to those that wreathed his castle walls scrubbed floors and wiped down surfaces with cloth. Each was only about three or four feet tall, looking all too much like stone imps. The servants of Lord Volkh bowed as he passed and he coldly ignored them. It seemed the amount of work she'd be forced to do had been somewhat exaggerated.
Halting at a door, not far from where she herself had been sleeping in he eyed it. Strangely, of all the doors in the house, with their magnificent craftsmanship and deep, bold colors this one was different. Seemingly untouched by time, this door was white, a knob of crystal set within its frame. He did not reach for the handle, stepping aside to look at his apprentice.
"When you enter this room, touch nothing but what I tell you to. Do nothing I do not say. Keep your eyes to the floor, and do not seek to observe your surroundings." he instructed, although this time was...different than when he'd said it before his laboratory. He was stoic, far more inhuman even. It was as if he himself were made of stone. "What you need will be sat upon the bed. You will understand when you see it. Bring it out here."
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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 Feb 21, 2018 18:14:40 GMT -8
The young woman had to trot after Lord Volkh to keep up with him, matching four strides to his one. This wasn't completely unusual to her, as she'd always been a rather small girl, but there was something else to the vampire's stride that threw her off kilter. She couldn't place it, but perhaps his very existence unnerved her enough to throw her off.
As they passed the gargoyles, Natasa marveled. When had Volkh given them orders? It had all happened much faster than she'd had time to observe. Perhaps he had some kind of connection to their minds that she wasn't yet privy to. The thought made Natasa shudder inwardly. If that was something that would come to pass, what kind of things would she witness inside of the bloodsucker's mind? She didn't want to think about it.
Now they were in front of somewhere new. She eyed the door with suspicion, as she had done to everything in the castle. She moved her eyes from the crystal doorknob and gazed at Volkh for a good moment before aiming her eyes at the floor. What in the world was he having her do now?
Reaching her hand out, she did as she was told, grasping and turning the handle, and pushing the door open. She advanced, keeping her eyed solidly on the floor in front of her.
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Divyna
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Physical Description: Five feet exactly, and made from what appears to be porcelain. Her face is delicately sculpted, fit with subtle features to make the lips, eyelids, and golden eyes able to move independently as a human's might.
Her hair is white and, even curled, cascades to her waist. She wears the garments of a main, although a well-paid one. Her limbs, are fitted with ball joints, to give her flexibility, and her hands and fingers are painstakingly crafted to allow for dexterity.
Set within the base of her sternum is a heart-shaped hole, revealing an array of gears within, although whether this is for decoration or actually what provides her locomotion is undetermined.
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Clothes and Equipment: Divya wears the clothes of a high-class maid, and seeks to keep them in good condition if ever beyond the walls of Castle Volkh. She wields an enchanted spear, stylized to look like the hand of a clock. Harder and sharper than a typical spear, it has no other magical abilities.
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Post by Divyna on Feb 21, 2018 21:32:10 GMT -8
As soon as the door opened, one could feel the difference in atmosphere that had been allowed to exist. The typical, crimson carpet so full of dust, ended in a straight, manicured line where the door had covered moments ago. Within, the carpet was white and even in the dim light one could see that it was pristine in its condition. The rest of the room, perhaps one might expect, was as clear as the floor, however under Lord Volkh's orders it was up to Natasa if she wanted to risk sparing the glance. Directed as she was, Natasa would find the bed a straight shot inside, and as he ordered her to move, she would soon see a pair of legs. A woman's legs, clad in stockings.
What sat upon the bed appeared to be human if not for the unyielding skin and supernaturally pale complexion. In fact, if one inspected it closely, they would find the resemblances to look less and less human and more and more like a child's doll, brought to life in excruciating detail. What Lord Volkh would want with such a thing, or why it would be within his walls was a question that went without answer.
"Lady Volkh," the sudden words from the doll may have been enough to frighten the poor girl as it spoke in a lilting, inhuman cadence. "You have returned! I was beginning to fear I may not see you again." her words were barely above a whisper, but clear as with a soft whir of movement it looked into Natasa's face.
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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 Feb 28, 2018 17:29:19 GMT -8
The girl looked up, very slowly, to stare the woman in the face. No shudder of fear ran through her body, which was odd, considering the nature of everything in the castle since she first set foot inside. Though the woman was otherworldly in appearance, Natasa found instead that her curiosity had taken control here. She tilted her head to the side and frowned, reaching out to wave a hand in front of the person. Perhaps she was asleep? Maybe blind? Was it even real?
When the doll finally popped into action, Natasa jumped, though she kept her eyes on the woman before her the whole time. "I-I think you may be confused," she told the entity before her. "I... I am not Lady Volkh. My name is Natasa. Natasa Waltine." Her brows pinched as she peered at the woman in more detail. What had that noise been?
"What... um... who are you?"
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Divyna
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Physical Description: Five feet exactly, and made from what appears to be porcelain. Her face is delicately sculpted, fit with subtle features to make the lips, eyelids, and golden eyes able to move independently as a human's might.
Her hair is white and, even curled, cascades to her waist. She wears the garments of a main, although a well-paid one. Her limbs, are fitted with ball joints, to give her flexibility, and her hands and fingers are painstakingly crafted to allow for dexterity.
Set within the base of her sternum is a heart-shaped hole, revealing an array of gears within, although whether this is for decoration or actually what provides her locomotion is undetermined.
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Clothes and Equipment: Divya wears the clothes of a high-class maid, and seeks to keep them in good condition if ever beyond the walls of Castle Volkh. She wields an enchanted spear, stylized to look like the hand of a clock. Harder and sharper than a typical spear, it has no other magical abilities.
Registered: Feb 21, 2018 21:06:14 GMT -8
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Post by Divyna on Mar 6, 2018 20:58:31 GMT -8
"Oh Lady Volkh, you do so love your jests." the doll replied in a voice barely above a whisper, tilting her head slightly in an uncanny fashion as she admired the woman before her. "I am your loyal Divyna milady." the doll assured her, giving a slight incline of her head. She lifted her head slightly as she stared at the empty doorway behind her. "Ah, my Lord Volkh! I have not seen you in so very long!" she spoke, voice only slightly louder, but she received no such reply from the vampire that awaited in the shadows of the hallway.
Rising daintily to her feet, the doll moved in an natural, fluid motion, as if lifted by a series of invisible strings. "Lady Volkh, would you like for me to get you a snack? You always enjoyed bread and honey, would you like some?"
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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 Mar 6, 2018 21:04:46 GMT -8
From the darkened doorway there was silence, no sign of the intimidating vampiric presence Natasa no doubt had come to expect looming over her shoulder. Once the doll stood, however, a voice emanated from the shadows: "Bring it out here." he commanded, his voice strangely wary. "Keep your eyes to the floor as I have told you and leave the room. It will follow you of its own volition." he instructed coldly.
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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 Mar 7, 2018 21:55:28 GMT -8
"How helpful," Natasa groaned. Just when she thought things couldn't get any stranger, this oddity pops up. Was she a vampire, too? Perhaps she was a deranged one. Why in the world did the bloodsucker want her to retrieve her?
With a deep sigh, the young girl put her eyes on the ground, turned, and walked out of the room. Her curiosity would have gotten the better of her had she not already thought of all the horrible, twisted things that were waiting for her in the darkness of the room. Hmm. Perhaps that was how the lady behind her had lost her mind? The thought made her ill.
Once outside, Natasa looked up at Volkh with confusion. "What is she?" the girl pried, "And why does she call me Lady Volkh?"
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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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Registered: Jan 5, 2018 17:01:37 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Mar 7, 2018 22:25:46 GMT -8
When at last Natasa stepped out of the room with the doll at her heels, it turned to close the door quietly. Turning its head back and forth in the candlelight it offered no words of explanation or clarification at Natasa's question.
Eyeing it quietly, Volkh did not speak at first and it seemed for a moment as if he had no intention of explaining the curious creature's presence. "It is a golem. A construct, similar to the gargoyles. Another of my creations made to serve a singular purpose." he informed her mercifully. "As to why it calls you Lady Volkh: It seems to developed a few quirks in its runes. I layered so many upon it that at times, they may begin to conflict with one-another." Turning away, he began once more to lead the way, allowing the doll to hold the candelabra as it followed silently, the gentle but insistent ticking of a clock accompanying the sound of shoes upon the marble floor.
"You cannot read, and I have no time to teach you. As such, I'm forced to provide you something I myself am incapable of harnessing. Do you know what a Familiar is, apprentice?"
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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 Mar 9, 2018 10:56:02 GMT -8
Natasa eyed Volkh suspiciously, but she did not press the matter. She would reveal that secret in time.
"Familiars... that's what witches have. Demons enslaved to obey their orders and share a part of their soul. That's what everyone used to say, anyway," Natasa told the vampire. Though the villagers were poor and did what they could to work off the land, they did have a little knowledge of magic. Sometimes medicine women would come by... and sometimes they were witches that would help, and every now again hurt, people within the village.
What did this have to do with the golem? "Is that what she's going to be? You're... going to make her my familiar?"
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