NicholiDeSchidor Posted November 10, 2017 Share Posted November 10, 2017 Name: Nicholi Age: 22 years old Race: Vampire Fledgling Sire: Julien (For Now (To Be Changed)) Appearance: He is the dark haired man. Darkness... Shadows... A endless desire to find something other than the bleakness that surrounds this world. Just one glimpse. The light at the end of this horrible existence they call an immortal life. Just once... Just once can there be something out there to fill this void. Yet, there is a secret hiding under this flesh. One that has been hiding for hundreds of years. Only those of old would remember the stories of the dragonslayer. All hope had been lost with the last war against the lycan's when the dragonslayer never came to end the suffering. That is... until now. Hunger, a sharp pain right in the center of the darkness. This constant pain would never leave him. But it was nothing compared to the pain that he was constantly reminded of. The pain of being disowned by his own Sire. Being forced out on his own to die all because of one dark gift. A blood red glimmer shown within the darkness of a willow tree, hidden deep within a cemetery of another's territory. Being untaught and to young to the night to understand that being upon another's territory without hiding one's presence from humans is grounds to remove the threat. However, how could one fault such a youngling and one so troubled? Nicholi's blood red gaze lifted to the night sky. The memories of what had happened the other night still playing within his mind. He raised a hand and clinched his fingers tightly to his head with a soft groan. "When... When can I finally be rid of this?!" he groaned out. Lifting his gaze back to the sky as a blood red tear trickled down his cheek. "Is there no one that can save me from this pain?" He whimpered out silently into the night. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~Silver_Pedal~ Posted November 11, 2017 Share Posted November 11, 2017 Name: Alistair Age: Looks to be 26 in human years. Vampric Age: 382 years old Race: Vampire (Elder) Sired: To be determined Appearance: The red headed one. Resting against the tombstones was a handsome male with flowing red crimson locks of hair fluttering in the mid-autumn breeze. This was one season that the man truly loved and felt mostly alive during, closing silvery blue orbs- just enjoying the comfort of the crisp air. Inhaling deeply, his eyes snapped opened as he noticed a scent that was completely and utterly new to him. Somebody was in his territory. Looking down from his spot on top of a stone mausoleum, watching with a raised thin dark red eyebrow. A youngling? Where was his Sire? Noticing more movement from the corner of his eyes, he saw one of the underlings stalking after the young one, darting in and out of the many tombstones, some were decaying- while others were looking fresh and new; freshly placed down red roses was gently laid upon one burial site. Alistair jumped down with an elegance, hair flowing behind him like freshly fallen rose pedals. Leather boots touching the dead dirt, moving quickly behind one of his underlings. Placing a hand over the males mouth, "Say anything and I'll burn your body..." He whispered lowly in his ear- feeling the male shake within his grasp. He then let him go, with a harsh shove- "Beat it..." The underling nodded his head quickly as he ran in the opposite way as the youngling was stumbling around. Placing his hands in his long black leather trench coat pockets he silently followed the male. Something about him seemed to have caught his eye, but he wasn't 100% sure what it was yet. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NicholiDeSchidor Posted November 11, 2017 Author Share Posted November 11, 2017 Fire... it was a dangerous gift that very few of the vampyric race gained in their moment of rebirth into this dark life. It was even rarer for a vampire to contain more than one gift alone. But that was something that Nicholi himself had not learned about his dark life. Only aware of the dark gift that he had been cursed with upon his awakening. It was known that youngling's gifts normally didn't become known until they had reached a certain age in their dark exsistance. But with Nicholi, things were different. He wasn't a normal vampire. In the darkness that he had been reborn into, he held onto one single thing that determined his fate. It had been a myth that Sire's normally told their Childe's, to keep them from turning to their inner demons. A myth that was slowly becoming true, even if none seen the signs of the legend. However, Nicholi had no knowledge of this myth. Black hair swayed in the light breeze that hit against his body. But it was Nicholi's eyes that were cast upwards to the night sky. His eyes glowing a soft red, almost matching the color of the blood tear trickling down his cheek. Pain, it was the pain that coursed through him that had his body jerking to attention. A hand unconsciously clinched itself against his left hip bone. Even though he was wearing a flowy white shirt, a soft red glow was still showing itself through the fabric. A crest of his Sire had been burned into his skin. But what was more interesting is what that crest hid underneath it. A dragon like birthmark. The birthmark itself was glowing a light red, as if it were trying to fight off the crest in order to heal the burned skin. But it looked as if that fight wasn't going so well. A soft pained groan left Nicholi's parted lips. He was starting to believe the whispered words of his Sire. Who would really want to take one such as him in? He had harmed his Sire with his dark gift on accident. In turn, his Sire kicked him out. Leaving him to fend for himself. Only to torture the boy via their mental link. Constantly he was plagued with lies that he would be killed the moment that any vampire finds him. That he should of never been born. And that he was a mistake. Another bloody tear rolled down his cheek, only to let a pained silent cry leave his lips that moment he dropped down onto a knee in the center of the graveyard. So much pain, so much torment in his voice that tried to escape his lips. But no sound made it past. Even with no sound, it had been the bats in the tree's watching him. They seemed to understand the boy's distress and scattered the moment that Nicholi had tried to let out some sort of pain. It was then that Nicholi's body stilled, something had been trying to prod at his mind. Something that had not been his Sire. His barely parted gaze lowered to the grassy ground as his hand dropped to his side. Had his death finally come to take him out of this forsaken life? Even if that was so... he still feared death. It wasn't a normal fear alone, he was terrified of dying. Maybe that is why his body held on to its human heart. Even so, Nicholi found himself standing up from his spot on the ground. Only to turn to face whomever was there to kill him off. It was clear that he hadn't fed lately, let alone that he had only managed to feed off animal's ever since his Sire kicked him out. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~Silver_Pedal~ Posted November 11, 2017 Share Posted November 11, 2017 Pitiful... Absolutely pitiful, that expression upon the youngling's face caused the elder to shake his head in a highly disgraceful manner. How could somebody release a young one without proper training? Without teaching them the right and wrongs of this dark existence. Stepping out from behind a large tombstone, Alistair's silvery blue gaze seemed to hold a certain power and grace, such as the way of being an elder of the vampire race. Dried up grass crunched beneath heavy leather chained up boots- the red headed male removed one of his hands out from its hiding place within his black leather trench coat pockets. Reaching up in order to move some long strands of hair over his shoulder. "Tell me young one... Where is your Sire?" He asked as he approached the youngling with swift movements, he could tell that he hasn't feed in awhile and looked like he could die due to starvation. His eyes saw the red mark under the clothing, frowning at the horrid sight he stopped only a few inches from the young one. The elder held out his hand for the other male to take, "My name is Alistair, and if you take my hand- I'll make sure you are well feed..." His voice was silky smooth like the finest of fabrics. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NicholiDeSchidor Posted November 11, 2017 Author Share Posted November 11, 2017 Nicholi's gaze flickered in the moonlight the very moment that they had caught sight of the red haired man. So... was this the grim reaper that was going to finish him off? If that was so, at least this one wasn't shrouded in a black cloak like the old horror stories. His body took a step back as the man approached him, the swift movements had startled him. Clear fear in his eyes, despite the impending doom that he believed he was about to experience. It was the man's voice that caused Nicholi's body to falter and still to his spot. That one question, it had been all it took for Nicholi to lower his gaze to the ground. Shame raced across his face at first, then guilt was next. But why should he feel such emotions? When he had a Sire that deemed him unfit for this life, yet... he was still turned. Shaking his head just slightly, once he pushed himself out of his own thoughts. "He... I hurt him." He managed to whisper the painful words past his lips. "I didn't mean to, and he kicked me out." The more he spoke, the more his true tone came out. It wasn't the type of voice that one would expect from such a being. It was to angelic and soft. But it was something underneath that tone that one could catch the sound of a hidden power. It had been faint, but still was there despite the boy's whimpers. ~Pathetic boy... you can plead for your life all you wish. But none will stop to listen to your worthless story.~ The dark words of his Sire echoed in Nicholi's mind, causing his fear to double in size. Such a fragile line, one that Nicholi shouldn't cross. The blame could of been of his Sire alone. Toying with the boy's mind that had already been tossed into chaos from the start. Words, they had brought Nicholi back to the present and shattered the connection between him and his Sire for the time being. But the damage had already been done. So when he heard the other's words, coaxing him to take a hold of the other's hand. It had been the last thing that Nicholi needed to hear at that moment. A hard shake of head while he took the steps back from the man. Nicholi's frightened wide gaze lifted to Alistair, panic was rising all to quickly within that moment. Fear that this man was lying to him, to take him and kill him all because of what his Sire kept whispering to him. "N-no... Please dont kill me." Nicholi whimpered the words out. Fingers clinched to his hip unconsciously, all this stress caused the mark to flair up in pain again. Even if Nicholi wasn't aware of his own actions at that moment. His body alone took on the defensive stance out of instincts. Flicker of flames came to life, encasing his hands in fire and slowly began to spread over his body. When Nicholi's gaze lowered to see when his body was warming to the touch. It was when his panic worsened. Not again, this is what he feared. He knew he couldn't control the flames on his own, not this amount of power. He could barely control a small flame. His fearful gaze darted to Alistair. The more he tried to back away from the man, the more the flames grew over his body, encasing himself in a burning inferno. Despite the flames licking at his skin, it was not burning him alive. It was as if the fire itself was a breathing being of its own, but also connected to the boy in some ways. Another roar of laughter entered Nicholi's mind. ~You have shown your power to another. This power will kill off our race, and you must be eliminated. I should of never have turned one such as you.~ The dark words echoed in his mind once again. Tears welled up into Nicholi's eyes. "I dont... want to die." He whimpered quietly to himself. His body was frozen to its spot, fear the dominating feature on his face. How could he honestly not believe what his Sire constantly told him? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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