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Casren Bistreo

He's old and insane, wise, but crazy. It's hard to tell, er...which is more an accurate definition. But what is certain, he is a vampire.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lostamongtrees

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A faction of vampyric creatures who reign over the Cursed Wood. "Expect from thy blood no more than thy blood expects from thee."
Under the guise of the old Master, Nealaphh leads these enterprising souls on the path to true power in the hopes of preventing the collapse the Multiverse...
Archaic line of Vampyric blood, named in the language of their favored region, founders of the Vankoryth Detente, and Domain Holders of the Cursed Wood

Description

Casren Bistreo
5' 9" | 170 lbs
His strawberry blond hair spirals softly down, frothing around his harsh jawline. They were the color of the arabian sea when he was alive, but now his eyes are like pools of dried blood. His skin is pale but luminated, as if death had kissed him just yesterday. Sometimes, he breathes. Many times, he sighs. He often twirls a golden strand when nervous, and smiles wickedly when up to something. A true optimist.


1283 The Prince of Gwynedd in Wales becomes the first person executed by being hanged, drawn and quartered. That is where he met Ophelie. In 1286 Ophelie and Casren are to wed. He loved her so, oh yes he did. It was a shame when he disappeared and left her for dead. They said she burned herself alive.


1425 Sired Daemala Tauvyr. They leave to the forests of Transylvania in 1453, and arrive on Terra soon after. Casren then lets go of Daemala and searches for his brethren. Little did he know that Daemala would find herself in quite the bit of trouble, and expend their line on to very insane subjects. She proved to be like Zosimos, he tsk'd.


Graceful and daringly polite, he is a gentleman . He speaks in twisted poetry. Secretly a pervert. Casren is most proud of his beauty and charm. Seductive and conniving, he is a master of his ways. Rarely is he angered, but when he is watch out. Whimsical in spirit, carefree with his actions. He loves a good story. He fears the end, what the end is, he has no idea. Casren does not tolerate disrespect well. He finds cute arrogance to be a sign of passion.

So begins...

Casren Bistreo's Story

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo

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He pushed open the large, carved mahogany door and was pleased to see others inside. She had done her work well, he thought to himself as he slammed the door behind him. Standing in the doorway, he grinned ear to ear, looking from his kin to their two guests. Power radiated from his very presence, for he was an extremely old vampire. For a moment his eyes glassed, as he slipped into though of how beautiful the nile had looked, in the days of the pyramids, but was snapped back to the moment as a candle flickered.

Opening his mouth, his chocolate voice carried through the cold archaic air,
"Welcome."

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo

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His smile couldn't of gotten wider, but it did, and his eyes gleamed a brilliant crimson.

"It is I who am honored," He said bopping his head into a bow and back, "to be in the company of such an exquisite specimen as such yourself!" He turned his unblinking stare on Daemala, then on to the fresh kin who had just exited, then back to the gentleman.

"Casren Bistreo," He said, extending a hand to shake.

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Character Portrait: Mariotto Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo

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#, as written by Marcus
Mariotto would just take a step forward and grasp the elders hand. "I am Mariotto Valrez Spencer and I assure you I am the one who is honored by your presence sire."

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Casren Bistreo beamed, and shook the mans hand. Well this was all very nice! Not the usual bullshit that went on, no, he was quite excited for the evening that was to come. He looked around for Daemala, only to realize she had left to prepare for the night's event. He looked back at Mariotto.

"Well then! Tell me, where do you come from?"

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#, as written by Marcus
"An odd question but not very specific sire." Mariotto would speak plainly only to then offer a simple smile now thinking about his father and how he would avenge him. "I and my family range from the darkest portions of the world. I and my father have been in every city within Europe and have traveled for a good portion of our lives but stopped to make our home in Wing City, until the Lessard family came into the picture we controlled most of the city as is." Mariotto would look down. "I came here in search of a new family."

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"Ahhh" He said it knowingly, and he did, know that is. Bobbing his head in a nod, he looked towards the direction of the Room of Reason.

"Now. I think we will all quite... fit in together?" Casren smiled, beginning to lose himself again. He sensed there might be more to join their ranks tonight..

"Shall we?" He gestured in the direction of the Room of Reason, south.

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#, as written by Marcus
Mariotto would simple smile and nod only to wait for the elder to guide him.

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo

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Daemala Tauvyr was busy getting things in order. There wasn't exactly much to get in order, but still she fussed around the room anyway. Tonight was the first meeting of many to come, and she had to make sure everything went along smoothly, at least for her sire's sake.
Not like he cared.
She sighed, blowing her bangs from her forehead and placing a palm on the cold, stone table in the center of the room. The location was glorious, she had to admit.

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"Welcome to the Room of Reason, the beautiful place where I guess we talk about stuff!" He loudly pronounced while he sauntered towards the table. Cool!
"Sit where you'd like," he flicked a hand in the air, grabbing a seat and flinging himself into it.

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Daemala Tauvyr descended into a chair to the left of her sire, Casren.

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#, as written by Marcus
Mariotto would take his own seat two spots to the right of Casren only to smile slightly as he looked around the room and enjoyed the table. "A fine table but what may I ask are we going to discuss?" Mariotto would comment as he allowed his fingers to move across the wood and enjoy the feel.

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Casren Bistreo looked from Mariotto to Daemala, then over to the youngest vampire of their ranks.

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Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo

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#, as written by Nevan
He had been attacked... Stripped of his sport, then kidnapped... But worst of all, his mask had been torn at some point of the journey...

He had awoken in the dark confined rooms of upper Castle Vankoryth and stalked down; following what he felt was 'instinct'. He could feel a chance in his being... One that he was still apathetic about. Eventually, he touched down in the Entrance Hall in time to see figures slipping into a room by the south.

And so he followed them; pulling his mask over his face and down to where it covered everywhere but the flash of cheek through a tear...

He carefully opened the creaking wooden doors and looked through into the Room of Reason...

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"Come inside!" She called to him with a smirk, her one and only kin, motioning for him to sit at the table with him. No doubt he was frustrated with his current circumstance, but he would soon grow to love what he was. She had no doubt about this.

"Casren, Mariotto, meet my kin, er... What is your name?"

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#, as written by Marcus
Mariotto would just begin to smirk a little and look at the newcomer who seemed to wear shredded cloths that belonged to a jester. "I suppose I have joined a group of maddened fools. I am loving every bit of this already."

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Casren Bistreo smirked. This was entertaining!

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#, as written by Nevan
Was he in a room of killers? He could sense something was... Off about his company. And she was there... Her... He licked his lips under his mask and slipped his hand into his pocket; pulling out a... It was gone?

He narrowed his eyes... The knife must have been dropped during their struggle in the alleyway... But, he could still strangle and pummel...

"How nice of my prey to invite me to her home."

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo

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She couldn't help but laugh, prey? This was rich!

"Prey? You are my child now! Bound to me by blood, you owe me with your life," Perhaps that was a bit much, but joy was this fun, "And," she flicked her hair back and stated simply; "You will die without my guidance."

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Casren Bistreo chuckled, this was all indeed very interesting. Had she fed him his first meal yet? Probably not by the way he was acting.

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#, as written by Marcus
"I was a bit worried but I doubt this is going to be any less fun." Mariotto would comment only to slowly rise up and smile at the jester, "Please sit as I will not bite you my friend."

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"Welcome!" He waved towards the newcomers and gestured for them to sit, noticing something peculiar about the girl. She smelled...well...alive!

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#, as written by Nevan
"Is that why you stalked me then, dear sweet lady?" He ignored the speech of Mariotto. He didn't know the man, saw himself having no business with the man and as he was quite the sociopath, could safely say he didn't even like the man.

"To make me like you? You succeeded, you caught me off guard and you drained me. And now my desire for blood is not just in my head, is it? I can tell the difference..."

Before, if he didn't taste blood, his head would bang like a war drum until he satisfied his blood lust...

Yet now... It was more than that. He felt shaky; weak; empty.

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo

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"Sit," She suggested to the man, rising to meet Lyra, knowing he would probably collapse if not fed soon.

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Character Portrait: Mariotto Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo

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#, as written by Marcus
Mariotto would take notice of the newest Elder only to keep his eyes low but a smile would begin to creep upon his face.

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Character Portrait: Lyra Drelas Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo

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Lyra Drelas was slightly confused as to why she was here, but felt lightheaded and weary and quite frankly didn't care. She seemed to be among strange people, strange vibes were bouncing off of the walls. Was she inside a castle?