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Remiel Serafino

Mess with my brother, and I will be scarier than he is.

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a character in “Among the Dark Things”, as played by yogitheambrangyl

Description

Name:
Remiel Serafino
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Age:
He appears to be in his early twenties but is actually almost 100 years old.

Species:
Vampire, one of the sons of the Ruling Pair.

Gender:
Male

Height:
He is just over six feet tall.

Build:
He is lean but muscular. He is no body builder but looks as if he could take care of himself if the situation calls for it.

Hair:
His hair is shaggy, shoulder length black hair. In the shadows there is a purple hue to the color, but in the moonlight it is pitch black.

Eyes:
His eyes are an ethereal shade of purple. When using his ability on others they shine faintly.

Other features:
He has a mesh of old burns along his upper back.
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About Remiel/timeline:
Growing up, Remiel and his twin were raised in a religiously strict household, hence their names being that of two arch angels. Their lives revolved around their church, living their lives by the 'Word of God'. They were relatively content and happy, living their lives ignorant of the mystical races around them that the church would have condemned. Once he and his brother had reached the age of manhood they were allowed to leave their parent's home to start lives of their own. As twins they did not want to be far from each other and seemed to have a connection so strong that they did not travel far from one another, and found homes nearby. They found places to work and were happy living their simple lives out of the influences of the darklings.
One late night they were ambushed and attacked. They were turned that night by the Ruling Pair who had been watching them for a while due to their strong connection and dormant magical abilities. After regaining his senses, Remiel noticed his brother was missing and ran away from the Ruling Pair to find him. On his way he noticed that he could clearly sense where his brother was; at the time not realizing that he was feeling his brother's mind.
He found his twin trying to explain to their parents what had happened to them. They seemed calm and accepting, too much so and Remiel began to think that it was not the best idea that they had come. Their parents ushered them inside and promptly knocked them out. Remiel awoke, bound and laying on the floor facing the open doorway which was directed towards the rising sun. He looked around for his twin and saw him outside, their parents waiting for the sun to rise. They began chanting prayers for cleansing and renewal, asking God to return their sons to them.
Before he would be forced to watch his brother burned alive he broke free of the ropes and ran to him through the rays of sun. He grabbed onto him and started pulling him back inside as the sun was burning them both. Their mother and father beat on him and pulled at him, trying to keep them in the sun. By the time Remiel had made it into the shade he was in a pain and hunger induced rage; he promptly turned on his parents. He drained them both before he realized what he was doing. These events caused his heightened glamour and telepathic abilities.
Once he had calmed down he went to his twin and stayed with him the entire day, trying to ignore the scene that he had caused in the house. When the sun had set the Ruling Pair found them, explained to them who they were, then took them away as their Heirs. In the years after they were educated in the other races that existed, about the differences and territories of each, and their roles to play in their new society.


Abilities/strengths:
As with all vampires he had increased strength, speed and senses. Due to the events right after his turning, his dormant magic was awakened. Glamour is a typical ability for a vampire, and with Remiel it becomes heightened with his strong telepathic ability. He is able to easily reach into a mind and take it over without the owner's knowledge. With light suggestions he is able to get nearly anyone besides nobles and the Ruling Pair to do anything he wants. He is even able to change the memories of an entire room of people, making himself and his brother essentially invisible if he wanted to.

Weaknesses:
His personality does not match his 'bad boy' image. He is actually the kinder of the two and often looks to his brother to take the lead. However, if he is built into a rage there is no telling how long or how vicious he will become. He generally blackouts for these episodes and wakes to the aftermath.
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Fears:
Being burned alive by the sun.
That his soul is damned.
Also that his brother will eventually say that he has no more use for him.



Actor: Channing Tatum
Vampire: Anne Rice's Louis
Angel: Fallen Angels
Werewolves: The Wolfman (movie)
Animal: Real-Black Panther Mythical-Dragon


Past, nearly 100 years ago
His head was throbbing, aching, the pain radiating from the place his father had hit him over the head. He knew that coming home was a bad idea, their parents would never accept them this way; they would kill them first. It didn't help that his head now felt like a load of bricks, making his eye lids heavy and his mouth feel thick. The throbbing had spread to his jaw and mouth, he tasted blood. The sharp fangs that now replaced the normal canines that used to reside in his mouth had cut through the flesh of his lip. Remiel felt so thirsty, a burn spreading down his throat that came to an almost unavoidable level. His eyelids slowly slid open, there was no one else in the room, but he could feel his brother nearby; better than he used to for he could literally feel what was going on. After a moment he saw them all outside the door that was off to the side, facing the rising sun. Their parents were going to kill them both, burn them to death by the power of the sun.
The ropes that bound his limbs were thick and strong, but he knew that with a little pushing he could break free, his new muscles confusing him for a few moments. Before he tore through the bonds he winced, a different type of burning starting to spread through his chest. The sun was coming over the horizon, and Michael was being burned alive. He heaved through the ropes and rushed outside, moving in front of his brother in order to block the worst of the suns rays.
Burning, his back was burning and he knew he would die if stayed there much longer. He had managed to make it back to the house, hauling them both inside to the blissful shade. A hand slapped his face. The throbbing took a front seat, spreading from his head, cheek, and down his throat. A ringing rose in his ears, his vision turning red as the ache in his throat became the sole thought in his mind. He attacked whatever had slapped him, his fangs elongated to sink into the soft yielding flesh. His mind crushed any resistance that was felt coming from the creature he held; his prey falling obediently limp. The other prey did the same, staying still for him and not making a sound. There was so much red, it was warm, and soothing, his throat didn't hurt anymore, and it was sweet....so sweet...

Present Day
Remiel tossed in his nightmare of the past. His brow furrowed in his discomfort. The sheets and bedding were rumpled and tangled around his sprawled body, his head underneath one of the plush pillows. He felt his brother's presence float alongside his own, the connection always calming them both, grounding them to the here and know. With a soft sigh he went limp, falling back into the dark, dreamless sleep he loved.

So begins...

Remiel Serafino's Story

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Times are changing. Gone are much of the forests, the clear rivers, the shining blue of the ocean. Gone now are the simple days where hunting meant survival, where the failure to do so meant death. Now is the era where technology and money rule. No longer are the immortals feared--at least by most. They are fantasized about, romanticized. Much of it is popular, but fictitious. The immortals are more vulnerable--and yet far stronger-- than ever. War is coming to the Race of Races.

Are you prepared? Which "side" do you pledge yourself to?


Michael -- 100 years ago(give or take)
Michael hummed to himself as he walked home, cheerful with a beautiful raven haired maiden wrapped around his arm. One of the girls serving drinks at the tavern he worked for; the plan was to take her home, meet up with his brother, walk with him until their paths parted for the night. Then get some sleep to prepare for the next night.
She's cute, he thought as he watched her walk through her door, But not what I'm looking for... He ran a hand through his hair, walking along with his eyes closed, the thin wire frames of his lenses in one hand. He didn't have to see his brother Remiel to know exactly where he was. There was a faint tug toward him in his mind--that and the fact the two met in the exact same spot almost every night. Everything was so normal as they began their way home...
That was the last "normal" thing about that night. Something grabbed him from behind, covering his mouth so quickly he dropped his glasses. Even if he could see, there was no time to react: pain shot through his ribs as a blade narrowly missed the critical spot, then through his neck, as though someone had stabbed him with a broken fork. His arms felt heavy, he was cold all over. He only vaguely saw a shape grab his brother in similar fashion as something was pressed to his lips; the sweet liquid was forced down his throat, but only for the first few gulps. After that, he had latched on, drinking deeply, for it was the only thing keeping him alive now....

Burning.... Something was burning.....


Michael--Present Day

Michael choked back a scream as he sat bolt upright, shoving his burning sheets off the bed onto the stone floor. Away from anything else that would catch, he coaxed the fire into dying down, every muscle trembling with the effort to control himself and get past the distraction. Without any conscious decision, he sought out his brother's mind, looking for some serenity, something to ground himself with. He glanced at the clock while he searched : two twenty-two. Lunchtime for mortals. Too early for him.
Once again, his past had ruined what should have been a good day's sleep. With a growl, he climbed out of bed, shoving his glasses so hard onto his face he cut the bridge of his nose. He stalked from his room, down the hall to his brother's, and sat in front of the door.

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The sun was coming over the horizon, it was hurting his eyes just to look at it. A burn was spreading over his chest and he knew Michael was being burned alive. He heaved through the ropes that had his arms and legs bound then rushed outside, moving in front of his brother in order to block the worst of the suns rays.
Burning, his back was burning and he knew he would die if stayed there much longer. He managed to make it back to the house, hauling them both inside to the blissful shade. A hand reached out slapped his face. The throbbing took a front seat, spreading from his head, cheek, and down his throat. A ringing rose in his ears, his vision turning red as the ache in his throat became the sole thought in his mind. He attacked whatever had slapped him, his fangs elongated to sink into the soft yielding flesh. His mind crushed any resistance that was felt coming from the creature he held; his prey falling obediently limp. The other prey did the same, staying still for him and not making a sound. There was so much red, it was warm, and soothing, his throat didn't hurt anymore, and it was sweet....so sweet...


Present Day

Remiel
tossed in his nightmare of the past. His brow furrowed in discomfort at the clouded and hazy memory. The sheets and bedding were rumpled and tangled around his sprawled body, his head underneath one of the plush pillows. He felt his brother's presence float alongside his own, the connection always calming them both, grounding them to the here and know. It took only a small amount of conscious thought to make sure that his brother wasn't prying. He never let that specific memory slip; not wanting Michael to know exactly what happened, though he knows what the end result was. Through their connection he could tell that his brother was agitated and outside the door.
With a groan and a glance at the clock he forced himself to his feet. It was too early to be moving but he went and opened the door, his hair a rats nest on top of his head and in front of his eyes. He pushed it out of the way and stepped aside for Michael. "Couldn't sleep again....?"

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"Couldn't sleep again?" Michael, now lying on his back and rubbing his head, looked up at his brother. The sleepy irritation was impossible to miss, but it was more that 'I just woke up' feeling than 'Really, again?'. At least, to Mike it was. Seeing those sleepy eyes and the messy bedhead his brother sported, he knew he'd been dreaming also, but knew better than to pry. He hated being shut off from Rem. He sat up again slowly.

"Ain't that the truth... I keep dreaming of our Turning, and the night the Pair brought us here... Haven't gotten a decent sleep in months. Hell, I almost turned myself into a bonfire again. We have to get out for a while. I don't care how far, how long. I can't stay locked up in a single place, Rem... Dresses and tailored suits and balls and fifteenth century politics--if I have to talk with one more of those ditzy Noble daughters with the attention span of a flea and the attractiveness of a goldfish I'll kill someone at the party. Just for a little chaos." His words only made half-sense to his ears, but they were nonetheless true: he was tired of this outdated version of order, and he had stopped paying attention to the court girls as he became more intrigued by the outside world. "Let's go to Bloodlust tonight. None of the Nobles would be seen in a modern place. They would think because they wouldn't, we wouldn't. It'd be peaceful--in comparison, at least..."

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He nodded in agreement to his brother. Everything that happened in the palace was so out of touch with the times that is was nearly smotheringly so. All of the born vampires are so uptight and lost in their ways he was surprised that they hadn't been discovered by the humans sooner.
"Yes...a bit of chaos would be welcomed. Doubt I could sit through another one of their structured parties..."
He shuddered at the thought of having to get into another one of the stifling suits that was specially made for him and having to dance with the Noble's daughters. A night at Bloodlust would be refreshing and energizing; plus he liked the modern style of things and gadgets that they had. He often snuck out and procured modern technology that he found interesting which he kept in his back room away from prying eyes that would take them away from him. He doubted even Michael knew everything he had in his little hideaway.
"Soon as the sun's down we can sneak out the back...skip out on whatever is planned for tonight, get some fresh, sweet blood... Want to spend the rest of the day in here?"

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Michael looked up at his twin, gratitude obvious--on his face, from their mental connection, and from his own ability. "If you don't mind, Brother..." A smile tugged at his lips as he changed his tone, a mockery of their "parents'" formal speech. He got up, forcing himself not to sway as he planted his feet, and bowed low. "I would be honored to keep you company." He glanced up through his bangs and winked, the relief still clear in his presence. He knew--as did his brother, although Michael refused to admit it--that every once in a while, he needed someone rather than was needed.

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Remiel chuckled at his brother's over dramatic bow and speech. He was well aware that they both hated and regularly made fun of the way their "parents" spoke and acted. It often gave him a headache to be in their presence for more than a few hours nowadays. He reached out a tussled his brother's hair; which he figured he would get grief about it. However, from the clear look of relief that was on Michael's face perhaps the reprimand won't be that bad. He smiled sleepily and stepped aside for him to come inside the dark room.
Whereas Michael had stone in his room to avoid spreading fire that he may cause, Remiel liked the softer things. He had rugs spread over the floor, well cushioned chairs and couches, and many plush pillows spread across the large bed. It was large enough to fit four so there was plenty of room for the two of them. He sat down on his side and yawned, running a hand through his hair to somewhat tame it. Why he bothered he didn't know, it was going to be messy again in an hour once he fell back to sleep anyway. He would worry about that later when they got ready to go. It was due time they got out of the house and did something normal for once.

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Michael frowned as Rem ruffled his hair, and waited for him to turn his back. He tackled his brother as he was fixing his hair, wrapped an arm around his neck, and ground his knuckles into the top of his head. In the couple times he had watched TV, he had seen this done among friends or brothers. Humans called it a "nuggie", or something like that. He didn't care what the term was; it was funny, watching his brother squirm. With a laugh, he let go. "Stop messing with my hair." He grinned as he said it to soften the words; he hated it, but he hated seeing--and feeling--Rem upset more. With a fanged smile he flopped onto the enormous, plush bed. He was envious of the softness his brother got to have; Michael was afraid of burning himself alive, but missed these comforts. With Remiel though, his nightmares stayed in the corners of his mind, keeping the curse/gift he had obtained Turning dormant. In his twin's presence, he could relax completely in the cushions.

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Remiel squirmed in his brother's grasp, his knuckles dragging across his skull and the arm around his neck kept him in place for the mild torture. The things called nuggies hurt and he thought of turning the tables and doing the same to Michael a few times; but he knew he would get pummeled instead. However, the look on his brother's face may be worth the try.
He smiles as Michael told him not to mess with his hair then proceeded to fall backwards over the plush pillows.
He knew that his brother rarely got to experience such soft luxuries on his own and only got relaxed enough to not burn anything when Remiel was around.
He stretched his arms over his head and plopped down onto the nest of a bed and pulled a pillow over his head for the remaining of the day.

Remiel could tell as soon as the sun had set because his body refused to stay asleep against his wishes. Once in awhile he could get himself to sleep for another hour or two but today it didn't feel like that was going to be a possibility. He sat up slowly so as not to wake Michael and made his way to his closet. It was filled with nothing but what their parents deemed was "proper" attire for court and their near constant lessons in etiquette and such.
He brushed them aside and went to the sliding panel door that was seamlessly against the back wall. This lead to his stash of modern clothing and in further was his private room of what TV told him would be labeled a "man cave". He had leather couches, a low table that had a few empty cans of soda and chip baggies, he managed to aquire a large TV, a radio and surround sound system, as well as a few knick knacks that he purchased.
For now he only picked out the clothes that they would need for their time out. They would need to blend in with the humans and not raise suspicion. He grabbed an outfit for himself and Michael then closed the panel. He went back to the bed and spread the clothes over his brother. "Rise and shine. If we wanna sneak out it better be soon."

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Michael

"....If we wanna sneak out it better be soon."

Michael groaned softly as the clothes were draped across his body, feeling around with clumsy paw-slams until he found his glasses. He shoved them onto his nose, made sure they weren't crooked, and sat up slowly. The dramatic move was very similar to the zombie-rising movement that Movie-Vamps did: Eyes fully open, the mind functioning perfectly but the body not quite responding. His throat burned, and his entire body ached. He hated using blood slaves or the nobles at the parties, and refused to drink bagged blood. Donors were tasty, but not nearly strong enough. He hadn't fed on anything fresh and afraid in a few weeks now, and his body longed for it.
He changed sluggishly, fumbling briefly with the charcoal dress shirt's shiny buttons. He reached for the tie, decided against it. instead, he went for something a little more casual. He kept all the buttons done though; he didn't want anyone seeing his burns. This somewhat limited his ability to dress in modern fashions; getting to wear black, torn jeans and a heavy pair of steel toed boots made everything worthwhile though. Going back to his room, he picked out a heavy steel chain with a compass rose pendant. The lovely bit of "costume jewelry" was his favorite, and didn't come at the price of the Royal gems. He wore it in place of the tie, the gray-on-black ensemble making his pale skin paler, his eyes brighter. He picked a jacket to match his eyes, just to attract a bit more color to his appearance. With a nod to his twin as he emerged, he headed down the servants' stairs, knowing they'd be asleep for easily another hour.

He was certainly ready to paint the town red tonight. Not that the humans would ever know.

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Remiel glanced at his brother and chuckled at his dramatic "Rise of the Living Dead" impersonation as he sat up and fumbled for his glasses. He turned back to his closet of normal clothes and started changing. Pulling on a black muscle shirt, torn black skinny jeans and some comfy scuffed combat boots that had metal studs at regular intervals he was nearly done. Next he slipped on an array of armbands. They had band names, some phrases humans used regularly that were somewhat lost on him, and some had images of skulls or vampire teeth. A few had small chains that matched the one across his thigh that he hooked on to keep his wallet close. Not that he would need protection, he would be able to deter any thief, but he liked the chains and kept it on. Lastly he looked through a few jackets he had. He pulled out a leather one and slipped it on. It snug close to his arms and torso as he zipped it up only half way. It was still roomy and allowed him to move but it accentuated his frame and allowed for the impression of what else was there.
After ruffling his hands through his hair he followed his brother down the servants' stairs. Once downstairs they came into the back of the kitchen and he waved Michael to the outside door. He held the door open for him and glanced around the back garden, picking out the path that lead towards the outer gate and pointing it out.

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Michael

Michael relaxed as he and his brother roamed the street where many of the human clubs were located. He kept his eyes closed as he walked, humming to himself cheerfully. The raw burn was still in his throat, but the further they had gotten away from the palace the more he felt like he could breathe. He headed into Bloodlust with his head held high, the look on his face both one of a royal and that of a regular at the club. A new girl was pushed over to him by her friend; the nervousness that coursed through her was more than enough to sate his desire for unease. He ran a hand through her hair, using his own calm glee to cool her nerves. She all but went limp in his arms when he sank his fangs deep, a low growl of approval escaping from deep in his chest. She was sweet, light, with the faintest hint of chocolate ice cream and coffee. He drank deep, pulling her close, but was careful not to take a fatal amount. He liked this one. No sense killing her. Not for a long while...

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Remiel smiled and nearly chuckled at his brother. The girl pushed over to him falling into his arms compliant as he fed from her. He shook his head and made his way over to the bar and sat down on one of the stools. The walk over to Bloodlust had been refreshing and allowed him to relax and feel the minds of others besides the boring staff and nobles.
He ordered a drink for himself and watched the humans and vampires roaming around the room. There were groups scattered among the soft couches with vampires feeding on the willing or unsuspecting. He glanced over at the night club part, a dance floor with lower lighting that was already in place and music that was just loud enough for vampires to be comfortable. There were younger of both species dancing with each other, pressed closed and a few feeding from one another.
He licked his lips at the prospect of fresh blood. He didn't overly crave the terror and panic like Michael did, but human blood was always sweet enough to satisfy when it wasn't forced upon him like it often was in the palace. He watched the females walking around and smiled at a few trying to pick out the best one.

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Michael
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Michael assisted the swaying human girl into a plush chair near the bar, running a hand through her hair before perching onto a stool and allowing himself to relax. He listened to the heavy thump from the music, tuning out the horrible, nonsensical lyrics so he could enjoy the display before him. The writhing mass on the dance floor was nearly as hypnotic as the swirl of the Balls and Galas at the palace, but with a genuine feel. These people were here to enjoy themselves, perhaps find a snack to take home for the night. New laws had been made that said they couldn't kill these take-home meals, simply because they were likely to be discovered. That made all of these humans even more comfortable around the nightlings they knew existed, and made it easier to find food that would willingly keep itself for a long time.

Galen
(Club/Bar District streets) Galen followed his Empathy toward the shifter pub with a frown. He wasn't supposed to go in there, but something was dragging him toward whoever was hurt inside. As he got closer, his gift helped him understand more: the young shifter was female. As was often the case with shifters, this was a hunting injury. A bad one. {i]She has care, though,[/i] he reminded himself. He and the barkeep were on good terms, so long as he didn't come in. The guy was good, although not meant to be an Angel so far as he could sense. He would take care of the girl.

We don't guard Immortals, Council... Why do I sense you want me to watch her...?

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Remiel finished the drink he had ordered and got up from the stool. With a glance and nod to his brother he went towards the dance floor among the writhing mass of bodies that resided there. He tuned out the lyrics and instead let his body move to the feel and beat of the music. It wasn't that hard to feel the momentum of the people and start moving fluidly and freely with them. It was relaxing despite the slowly growing ache in the muscles that arose from keeping a constant movement going. He would gladly take this interaction that being dressed up and forced to act like the perfect doll in during the Galas and parties.
He watched the females that gravitated towards him, pressing close and each vying for his attention. He breathed in their scents and pulled the sweetest smelling one close. She blushed as he moved her hair aside off her neck and placed a kiss on her smooth skin. The others looked pouty and he gave them a "pretty boy" smile that told them they would be next. He did always like sampling more than one.
With that thought he swiftly sunk his fangs into the exposed shoulder of the girl; holding her close as he sucked and let the sweet flavor fill his mouth.

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Remiel

After nearly twenty minutes of listening the fast paced music and taking a taste from several of the women that came to him, he was bored. There wasn't much sport in the act of getting a good meal any more. There were so many willing people that the hunt was no longer a part of the process. One could just come to a place like this and females nearly threw themselves on the vamps. Not to mention all the ones their mother and father kept in the palace as well. All of them were ready to offer themselves up to be fed on.
He said goodbye to the females and detached himself from them to go back to his brother. He made his way through the people and back to the bar on the stool besides Michael. "This didn't turn out to be as interesting as I thought. Shall we go somewhere different?" <To the boundary perhaps? See if we can get a shifter?>
It wasn't often someone could easily get a willing shifter to give their blood. They were all predatory beings and the shifters had more animal type instincts. That combination gave it more of a thrill if you could manage to get one. Plus, their blood tasted much different than the humans and he was bored of what they had to offer.

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Michael smiled hungrily, his brother's boredom mirroring his own. "It's dead tonight... Let's go. We'll see what we can find, before Mother sends her Creature after us..." He often referred to the Advisor/ Executioner as his mother's creature.The man was bloodthirsty and half mad--exactly the sort to lead at their parents' side. Shifters are fun... but their blood is often so bland or bitter.... At least to me; we can chase one, but unless there's a good fight in it, I have no interest in attacking it. Too bad Angels are so hard to sniff out; been a long time since we found one... And that one they had found wasn't much fun except as a sparring partner. He'd had too good a point; if they'd drained him, there'd be one less of their kind, one less delicious source. That, and he ensured healthy lives for the humans vampires fed on. Having an Angelic ally would help them later, when they took the Throne.

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Remiel nodded in agreement to his brother and lead him out of the club and into the night. Their mother's "employees" were often a bit more ruthless than others; giving her all the advice she wanted to hear. He often wondered if they went through trainings to become that way, or if their mother had truly brainwashed them, or if they even had moral senses to begin with. Either way, a few of them gave him the creeps and he avoided them at all costs.
He glanced up at the sky and noticed that the moon was nearly dark. It used to work to their benefit but with artificial light now there was no difference on the street between night and day. True that there isn't much reward in the taste factor of it. But it does bring back the rush of the Hunt doesn't it? He glanced at his brother through his bangs and smiled, Don't want to get fat now do you? Being pampered all the time? He chuckled and headed towards the boundary that separated the Vampires from the Shifter side of town. Perhaps his comment would earn him a hit or playful slap. But if he was the only one who could ever tease his brother without serious repercussions then he was going to take advantage.

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Vince

With a satisfied stomach, Vince started prowling about the town. He decided to tour the place, get to know it better before finding his bitch. He could wait, a wolf could always wait out his prey. It was especially easy for him at the moment because her scent existed, but she was nowhere to be found. A part of him doubted that she even stayed in a human infested place. Much to Aleara's dislike he knew her quiet well. She wasn't fond of places such as this city because the stimuli could be too overwhelming for her extra sensitive ears and nose. Solid objects tended to make no sounds and if she wasn't careful, she would often run into things and more than once he found her because she left some blood behind. But she was a survivor, her being a live proved it. If she could live 20 years blind and a majority of her life alone, she was a survivor and the perfect mate for him. A sadistic smile croseed his lips as he thought of her and everything he would do to her once he claimed her.

As his mind wandered to the woman that fled from him, he charted the city. Few immortals existed on the human side of it. There apparently was a separate area, not that the human's seemed to notice, specifically for creature like him. Even that was segregated more into each species type. He stood at the crossroads between the shifter side and vampire. Would she have found sactuary with her own kind? Or would she have tried to throw him off by slipping through the immortal's territory that tried to kill them everyday? It wouldn't have been the first time the little tramp entered enemy territory and yet she somehow always survived. Tapping his lips he decided to explore the human side more before entering immortal territory.

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Character Portrait: Michael Serafino Character Portrait: Remiel Serafino Character Portrait: Vince Windrunner

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Vince

The search through the rest of the human city turned out to be boring and uneventful. Vince's stomach growled, the bunny wasn't much of a dinner more like an early dessert. Prowling back towards the immortal side a grin spread across his lips. It was a scent of blood, stale air, and decay, but more than that it told him of a good time. He stalked his prey until the vampire grew angry and hissed, "Come out shifter!"
Vince gave a dark chuckle as he faced down the vampire. The woman snarled at him with lethal white teeth and a stance that foretold of centries of battles. Vince gve an excited growl as his grin widened to show of his shifting canine teeth and glowing eyes. With a snap of his mouth, he lunged at her, easily shifting into his large (by wolf stanards) scarred covered grey wolf. Unlike the rabbit from before that stood there and easily died, the vampire easily dodged. The deadly fight was one the woman had never fought in before. Yes, she had seen blood spatter about coloring the world around it brightly, she had seen chunks of flesh be thrown about for carrion creatures to feast on later, but she had never fought a creature like Vince. Every creature has a sense of self preservation and unconsciously protected themselves from their opponent, not Vince. He was so confident that he would never lose a fight that he was alwasy on offense and never defaulted to defense. His insanity was unparellel.
Using the last of her strength, she tossed the crazed wolf and fled; blood oozing from her various wounds. She staggard to the one place she had last seen the princes, they would know what to do. As she made her way to the two men, the crowd parted in horror. Finding one of them, she slurred, "Shifter-" Before pitching forward and ceasing to exist.

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Character Portrait: Michael Serafino Character Portrait: Aleara-Rayn hart Character Portrait: Remiel Serafino Character Portrait: Galen Dallas

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Aleara

She felt eyes on her the longer she stood infront of the strange building. She couldn't tell what they were thinking (she wasn't psychic), but she had a feeling she wasn't exactly welcomed. It had been a while (too long perhaps) since she'd been to a large city and couldn't' remember if she would cause problems if she saited her curiousity and went in to explore. She meant the creatures inside no harm, but that didn't mean they wouldn't find the act a declaration. She didn't want that. Her choice however was decided for her when blood wafted her way. Her head turned as she scented the air. It was a strange mixture of stale and slowly dying blood. Al's skin started to crawl the closer her feet brought her to the source. She was hidden in the shadows of the borders between species when she heard a female voice utter, "Shifter-" Before dying. It is strange to know or witness a vampire dying. She silently crept backwards into an alley, not wanting to be caught by the two imposing men that were still with the dead woman.
How she never realized there was another near her, Al will never understand. Unlike most, she tended to alwasy ne aware when beings were near due to her non-visual senses being so developed. But by the time she did, she had already bumped into the silent being. She jolted a little before spinning with a startled expression. "Sorry." She whispered, hoping the immortal would not want to harm she. She was still hurt and very little compared to fighting with a stitched side.

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Character Portrait: Michael Serafino Character Portrait: Remiel Serafino

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Remiel

He knelt by his brother's side as he caught the woman. He didn't hear the last word but he knew he didn't need to hear it based on the wounds she had on her as well as his brother's reaction. Vampires fed from one another sometimes but human blood was better and so vampires did not hunt one another.
There was more than enough blood coming from the now lifeless female that Remiel was able to pick up the scent of it. "Can follow it back to the border. Perhaps get the scent of which species it was. Then contact the leaders of the others to settle this without fighting."
He hated the idea of an immortals' war. It was too messy and complicated. The species in this city had already managed to find a peaceful way of coexisting and no one wanted to jeopardize that. Many were already being hunted they the werefolk lurking around. It wouldn't surprise him if a few had to work together in order to protect themselves. It that would be the case in the future, they had better prevent a war outbreak now.
He stood and started walking in the direction of the scent. He almost hoped it was a werefolk, <would make things so much simpler...>

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Character Portrait: Michael Serafino Character Portrait: Remiel Serafino Character Portrait: Seth

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Remiel

He stopped and looked back as soon as Seth dropped down from the shadows. "Still following us I see..."
He didn't entirely like that Seth was always stalking them; 'keeping an eye on them' as mother and father put it. They claimed it was because they didn't want them falling into trouble. He figured though that it was because mother and father didn't want them to cause trouble. Not that he didn't like Seth, he just disliked the being followed part.
He put his hands in his pockets and glanced at the sky. "Sun is coming soon...Still this shouldn't wait too long. Scents will start fading, and the killer will travel further."
He pats Michael's shoulder. <Can send one of the human servants to the shifter side. With a message at least.>