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Iven Breton

"...Do I know you?"

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a character in “Blood and Chocolate: Nightfall”, as played by AppleSauce

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"I'll never give up. I'll die trying."
No One's Here To Sleep - Naughty Boy ft. Bastille




General information

Nickname
Some people call him the Black Cat. Others who are really more close call him Ivy as more of a joke to tease him at times. He doesn't really have name Nicknames.

Age
29

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Unknown/Unsure. He's had a few flings with different species and genders before, usually to get his own way or to get information, sometimes just to simply do his job and kill them. Which he genuinely prefers is unknown as he hasn't been really in love before.

Vampire/Human type
Hunter



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Appearance

Height: 177.8 cm (5 ft 10 in)

Weight: 70kg (154 lbs)

Eye colour: His scarred eye (right eye) is a bright sky blue. His other, left unharmed eye is dark brown.
Hair colour: Dark chocolate brown, a very dark brown. You can only really see the slight tinge of brown in the sun.

General Description: Iven is a quite tall individual. But most of the time, if ever seen, he is found slouching or crouching, hiding in the shadows, preparing to strike down some Vampire or what ever. His dark rather tight yet comfortably fit clothing makes his body look more lean but he is certainly muscular and toned. Iven has father narrow, fierce looking eyes that tend to give off quite an intimidating glare followed by his dark, arched eyebrows. Although his mouth is hardly seen, he has rather full, soft lips and his nose at the point is round and slightly long. However this side of his face does look much softer compared to his sharp menacing glare. Perhaps this is why he keeps the bottom of his face hidden? Well, unless he's trying to charm someone, yes his rather charming grin and smile allures even the toughest of folk. He can easily give off a rather playful, sly look yet can give off a rather suave appearance at the same time.

His hair changes from time to time but is usually seen half shaven and half placed into a ponytail. His hair isn't too think nor too thin and is quite soft in texture, despite all the sweating and hard work he does, it is rarely seen greasy or oily, perhaps this could be because his hair is naturally dry and needs these oils? Aside all that he has a few piercings on both ears, a prominent scar on his right eye, and yes he tends to wear a bit of dirty kind of make up around his eyes to blend in with the shadows a bit more. He is seen wearing rather rogue like clothing of mainly blacks and dark browns, protective yet light armoured gear and carrying merely a few poison arrows, a bow and knives, he's not really a gun person, prefers fighting hand to hand, finds it more... fun.





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Mentality

Personality: Iven is a quite serious person especially when it comes to his job, but he doesn't find anything wrong with a little fun. It all depends on the situation. He's willing to sleep with someone just to literally stab them in the back afterwards. What ever is easiest or sometimes most enjoyable is the route he takes. Despite all that he does like a challenge and enjoys the rush of adrenaline he may get when against a foe quite strong. Iven's a bit all over the place another words. He can be a bit childish at times, especially if he's had too much to drink, something he has refrained from doing for a long time. He enjoys his coffee and cigarettes from time to time.
When Iven might have a hatred or anger towards someone, he can be silently quite fearsome, simply throwing a dagger there way, missing on purpose as a warning that he may possibly kill them that night, just to watch them scramble for their life, yeah he can be that kind of guy if he really hates someone, no need for words or yelling, he uses his knives to do the talking.
Now if he were to ever fall in love he'd just assume at first that he was just quite fond of that person and that perhaps they were just a really cool person, a friend. But once he realises or someone tells him he's actually in love, he'll probably deny it and get quite silent around that person, unsure of how he feels or if it's actually love or not, what even is love? Yes it is possible for him to get bashful, embarrassed and flustered, he doesn't exactly deal with humans a whole lot, only when it's business or socialising with that one close friend, yeah that's him. He's also quite cluey, gets rather suspicious of almost everyone and has trust issues, always prepared for someone to stab him in the back, always on edge and suspecting the unexpected. So when he first meets people he's not the type to give them a hand shake or a pat on the back, not unless he wants something that is.

Likes:
    [✔] Coffee
    [✔] Daggers + Knives
    [✔] His job
    [✔] Movies
    [✔] Shoes
    [✔] Caramel Chocolate

Dislikes:
    [✖] Physical contact from strangers
    [✖] Being underestimated
    [✖] Ghouls + Vampires etc
    [✖] Failure
    [✖] Too many questions


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History

Family/Associates: Iven comes from a long line of Hunters, from hunting animals to beasts, to creatures, to ghouls, to monster and so on. More things threaten human life and just because something has inhuman strength has never stopped his family from hunting it down and protecting their people. His father and mother were before Hunters, he had no siblings (no that he knew of anyway) and their main rule was that if you were bitten to be turned into one of 'them', you would have to take your own life, to stop the spreading of such a threat. And well, this was how his mother and father had passed away when he was only 17 years old, they had to take their own lives to stop the process from turning into something inhuman, whether it be a Vampire or a more mutated type of Vampire, they ended it before it would happen. His grandfather is quite well known and notorious amongst most Vampires and Ghouls and what not as being one of the longest living Hunters, his grandfather is about 74 years of age now and keeps to himself, living alone in a rather average sized, nice house, many local Hunters respect him and Iven for this fact.


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Iven Breton's Story

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Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Shiro Yurei Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Zhang Guiying Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh Character Portrait: Jill Schwarz

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The music was loud, the rythmic beat felt as if it was pounding inside his skull but the man sat at the bar didn't mind this one bit, it just added to the atmosphere in the room creating a thick and primordial, animalistic charge that hung in the air as the customers either raved to the beat or sated their varying thirsts. Smiling to himself as he saw the revellers having a good time whilst the staff tried their best please them, the figure sat at the bar picked up his drink and downed it's content; feeling satisfied at the burning sensation of the whiskey and a coppery taste of something that wouldn't be found in a lot of people's cocktail. After ordering another drink the man lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag on it before letting out an equally long exhalation the individual scanned his environment; as he looked past the usual customers and the "entertainers" he noticed the owner of the nightclub was no where to be seen but his favourite pet, one which was rumoured to be the owners right hand man despite only being a worker, was working the floor as he usually did, the man he was looking for on the other hand was as absent as the owner.

Hmm, Petrov mentioned the parte codardo di merda would be paranoid but this is ridiculous, the man scolded in his head picking up his fresh drink and once again downing the contents, his one good eye fixed on the entrance. After some time had passed, his mark finally showed up and headed towards the watching man, his head was down and the man looked like he would run as soon as the watcher made any movement as he shuffled towards the bar. "H-hey there Carth what's with the sudden meeting, ey?" The newcomer asked, squirming as he made himself on one of the stools next to the more imposing man. "Well Jacob it's the usual stuff, one of us has been running amuck amongst the donatore dii sangue and Petrov's found out," Carth mentioned light heartedly a casual grin on his face as if he was filling in an old friend on the latest gossip, noticing a slight tremble in the smaller mans lower lip, "And he's asked us to get rid them." At this last sentence Jacob seemed to visually relax, causing the grin on the other man's lips to retract I to a smirk.

With a nod of his head he signalled the bartender who had been waiting on them to serve them two drinks, Carth's usual: a whiskey cocktail containing sugar syrup, single malt whiskey and his most favourite liquid, A- blood. For the man who was no longer squirming on his seat, a screw driver was poured but with something else added to it as well, a little something extra Carth had tipped the barkeep to add once the mark had shown up. Picking up his own drink, Carth saluted both the man behind the bar and the man sat next to him and drank his beloved liquor in one gulp and waited for the other man to follow suit, to which he did as on que. With the smirk still on Carth's face he asked for his tab and payed it, grabbing Jacob under the armpit and half dragged him out the back exit, the drug that was added to the drink was now taking hold of the man as he made no attempt to resist the only thing he could do was whimper. When they where safely out of everyone's sight in a back alley that stunk of urine, Carth threw the man into the closest pile of refuge, his whimpers growing in intensity. "P-please don't do this, we're buddies right? You wouldn't kill a buddy over a mistake right?" Jacob begged on his knees, tears in his eyes a glimmer of hope in those brown doe like eyes that maybe he could squirm his way out of his inevitable demise. "I don't make the rules." Carth said flatly, as he pulled out a colt .1911 from a hidden holster attached close to his left shoulder and attached a silencer that he produced from his pocket.

"It's nothing personal." And with that said, he placed the tip of the silenced gun to the begging mans forehead and pulled the trigger, shielding his face from the splash back as Jacobs vitae as the man's body slumped backwards, bending it's back in an unnatural way. His job still not finished the armed man placed a carefully aimed round into the body's heart and that was it, job over although conscious wise it wouldn't be over for another week but still he was done and that was all that mattered. He detached the silencer and placed everything back were it had previously been, he even went has far as picking up the spent cartridge and dropped it, nonchalant into the closest trash bin. He needn't worry about the body being discovered, it would be nothing but dust in half an hour or so, with that on his mind he pulled out his mobile phone and called his employer. When the call was accepted he stated, "It's done Petrov, the 'miscreant' has been dealt with. If you need anything else I'm just a call away." He let out a loud sigh as he hung up, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, hopefully that's it for the day but... The night is still young.

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Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Shiro Yurei Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Zhang Guiying Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh Character Portrait: Jill Schwarz

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William's deep pink eyes narrowed as he peered over the shoulder of his guard. "Who is that?" He demanded thrusting a narrow pale finger at the screen, the blurry image of a man flickered at the bar. The guard blinked and leaned in squinting at the screen.

"I dunno." He muttered. William smacked him in the back of the head with his cane.

"Don't give me I dunno. Give me names. Watch him, and figure out who that other man is." He snapped. He knew from experience that these things didn't simply go away. He needed to take action before the shit storm blew in his direction and ruined the crops he'd worked so hard to sow. He turned away, leaning on the silver handle of his cane and pulled out a cell phone. It was an old flip model colored purple and green as most of his things where, the image of a white rabbit printed on the front. He pressed a few of the buttons and typed in a message before flipping it closed then left the security room, leaving the guard chatting on the coms.

William walked down the narrow halls that lined the upper floors of his club, he could feel the vibrations of the electronic noise coming from the dance hall of the night club but the sound itself was muffled thanks to the money he'd spent in noise cancellation insulation, it still made he head ache, which was why his own living quarters where several stories up still. These floors belonged to the staff and for the few who could manage to afford a private evening with one or two of his ghouls the price was higher than admittance to the club AND the Feeding floors combined so the rooms on that level where never filled completely. William took to the stairs and carefully worked his way up them, hoping that his Little Cat got his message.






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Robb, meanwhile had been on the stage. Treating the guests to suggestive glances and winks as he shook his arse on stage. He'd started off in little more than a fluorescent green suit coat and pants and a loosely done purple tie, his pale shapely torso visible to all as he danced to those who enjoyed that sort of thing, tossing his tie and coat into the audience until all he wore was the pants low and revealing on his waist, an equally fluorescent pink G-string just visible. Robb had felt his waist vibrate as William paged him and he finished up his act, bowing low and giving the women at the front a wink of his blind eye, and a grin. Robb had a body nicely suited for his job, thin, his stomach flat but not emaciated, muscles just rippling beneath his skin. For an 87 year old he had a body to die for. He left the stage and pulled on a dark purple dress shirt over his bare torso inquiring on the nearest guards what had happened.

"Some suspicious guy spotted at the bar. Spotted him going off with another guy might've been drugged. He wants us to bring the guy up to him for payment." The guard said. All the guards where dressed in all black with the logo of the club stitched on their breasts and a purple and pink tie. They all wore earpieces and radios and they all carried both tasers and guns. Every single one of the guards where big burly men with at least basic training in the art of subduing a rowdy party-goer. Half where also trained in killing vampires.

"Why does he want me out there?" Robb asked, exasperated. The guard merely shrugged. Robb sighed. "Two of you come with me, let's go offer this man a rare visit with the White Rabbit."

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Character Portrait: Shiro Yurei Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei

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Iven was pretty far away from the scene he was currently spying on. After all it was far too risky to spy from up close, from afar he had a better chance of running off and becoming one with the shadows. He wore his usual Hunter attire, as he liked to call it, completely black clothing, masked, flexible leather materials, he loved his clothes he had to admit. The only part of him that was not dark was his skin and his damaged eye, but even then dark makeup surrounded his eyes. Tonight was a rather windy night, and so his hair was black, long hair was tied back into a small ponytail of sorts.

His dark, judging eyes that looked like that of an eagles watched the scenes unravel by the docks through the expensive, high quality binoculars he held firmly between leather gloved hands. Iven was at the very top of a taller, straight building that seemed to have either been abandoned and run down, or simply need a lot of work done to it, either way, no one was there and it was a perfect place to lay on his stomach on the flat rooftop. He enjoyed being up high, perhaps looking down on the world gave him a rather odd sense of superiority as silly as it may sound.

Of course, he could not hear anything, he was a Human after all, all he could do was observe the obvious humans as they reacted quite nervously as the obvious 'abomination' approached them in such a deliberate, dramatic manner. A limo also stood out to him, no doubt another one of THEM was inside of it. Today was a simple game of finding out as much information as he could, he wasn't stupid enough to simply swoop down and take any of them on no, but perhaps later the Humans would find themselves forced to give him the details of this little shipment meeting, he expected the obvious but would not jump to conclusions. One way or another, he'd eventually know exactly why this trading was going down, what they were trading, and what each and every person or... thing was capable of, before finally, he'd strike someone down. That was the plan anyway. A devious smirk unintentionally formed on his face as he thought about it, continuing to study the scenes below and letting out a relaxed sigh. "Tonight's gonna be a good night."

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Character Portrait: Shiro Yurei Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan

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Strobe-type lights swung from the ceiling creating a misty, hazy effect in the strip club which was the perfect ambiance for the gawking customers waving money in the air, whooping and cheering for the women dancing in front of them. As the night wore on, more men filled the place to see the main acts. The lights dimmed dramatically as a baritone male voice came over the speakers. “Ok gents, it’s time for what you all have been waiting for! Tonight’s main act is...Stacy Lace!” The room erupted in cheers to welcome Liz, known here as Stacey Lace.

The spotlight aimed for the curtains and the cheers died down in anticipation. Suddenly they swung open to reveal Liz clad in a plaid, cropped shirt that was tied in front, a pair of jean shorts, and a pair of high heeled boots as “Don’t Cha” blared loudly. She strutted down the catwalk part of the stage, allowing the fellas to get a good long look at what she had on, savoring every second she was on stage. Before diving into the pole dancing, Liz checked out the audience, seductively swinging her hips at the men nearest the stage. A guy waving a fistful of cash caught her eye, so she eased by him and dropped down, taking care to wave her ass close to his face. He excitedly slipped a few bills in the black lace panties that were peeking out from her shorts.

After a round or two, Liz unbuttoned her blouse, coyly hiding her front from the audience. Dropping the top, she turned to the audience, showing off a black lace top that barely covered her nipples. The crowd cheered heartily as she rolled her body to the music and shimmied for a few choice customers. Liz grabbed the pole, slowly sliding up and down it then kicked off the ground to spin downward, ultimately ending up in a split. The fellas went wild whistling and cheering.

The show went without a hitch. The money poured in as Liz, or Stacy Lace as the guys knew her, shook and showed off her beautiful body. “Give it up for Stacy Lace! And remember, if this wasn’t enough you can always get a personal dance out here on the main floor, or for a little more privacy, you can get a private dance in one of our separate rooms and you’ll get to see much more of her!”

Once she was back stage, Liz pulled out all the money that’d been shoved in her panties and bra, counting them as she went to her dressing room. Only the highest requested ladies got their own rooms. The others had a locker room. Liz closed her door, lit a cigarette and slipped her shorts back on. She picked up the cash once again, recounting it. $475…not bad for just the main show She put the cash back down leaning back in a chair. Now that her main show was done, all she had to do was wait to be requested, which shouldn’t be too far from now. Just as she thought that, there were three quick knocks at her door. One more hour of this shit then it’s on to the real work.

Soon enough, she found herself fully clothed and watching her latest target, a rogue businessman that was inside a small building at the docks. He appeared to be talking business with another man inside. He smiled shaking the guy’s hand. Heh…the next deal you make will be with the barrels of my babies. She removed both guns from their holsters, laying in wait. When he left, she continued to follow him, however, he wasn’t the only person she’d noticed. There seemed to be a lot going on at the docks, considering the time. She shrugged it off however, concentrating on her current assignment.

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Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Shiro Yurei Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan

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Kaito was calmly observing their surroundings. They were standing a top an area of shipping containers, looking down at the concrete stacked with crates and other things awaiting to be sent overseas. Beyond that was murky gray water edged in black and green; it was a place Kaito would most definitely never swim in. "Are you nervous?" He looked up when his boss addressed him, he could see that Shiro was hungry and revving for something to eat but whenever Kaito made the suggestion for him to drink his boss turned away as if the idea repulsed him. What good was Kaito if Shiro wouldn't drink his blood? It made the Ghoul feel awfully useless although he never expressed this to his employer.

"No, why would I be?" He questioned when Shiro's hand suddenly came up and pet his cheek. Kaito had braced himself for a slap as his boss could be rather unpredictable at times, but the hand was a gentle caress and Shiro's hand embrace strangely warm despite the fact that he was technically dead. Kaito nearly closed his eyes to savor the rather odd feeling, but caught himself and straightened. He looked down at the clipboard he nearly always carried in order to hide the blush that was coming across his face and wondered whatever could be going through Shiro's head.

"Stay here," Kaito looked up once more only to watch his boss take off across the shipping containers and crates, showing off his power despite his small stature. Kaito sighed and a ran hand through his blonde hair, knowing that it was going to be another long night if Shiro didn't eat something soon. Hopefully he would find a snack among the imps that were lingering below. The call of one of the pesky humans rose up to where Kaito was stationed, his voice shrill and a bit panicked as if they had not been awaiting for the young businessman. It was rather sketchy meeting out here and Kaito wondered why Shiro had ever agreed to go.

The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up. It wasn't chilly, so the goosebumps were not from the cold which could only mean one other thing; they were being watched. The Ghoul took a step forward and hesitated, Shiro had told him to stay put. Should he warn the vampire? He didn't want to interrupt the meeting if it was important, but if the eyes he sensed were hunters then they could be in serious trouble. What would his father do? He tried to think, gripping the clipboard in his hands so hard that the wood creaked.

"Shiro we're being watched!" Kaito finally called, hoping that his boss could hear him over the sound of construction and forklifts that had all decided to come to life at once. He cursed and began to pace when a black elegant, slender car caught his eye. Petrov. The Ghoul froze, the very thought of seeing Shiro's father again made him feel sick to his stomach. The last time they had met Petrov had made a few passive aggressive marks about getting rid of the assistant since Shiro had only ever drank from him once. Was his boss aware that his father was here?

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Character Portrait: Shiro Yurei Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan

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As Liz stalked her target, he seemed to slow down. Hiding behind a nearby wall, she watched as he looked around, studying his surroundings. Shit! How’d he know I was following him?! The man stayed still for a second then sighed and grumbled, “Goddamn workers…” Liz sighed in relief as he turned back around and continued to walk ahead. The man was referring to the other people just a few buildings away that Liz had noticed earlier. Thank God! But not that I think about it, I'm too close for comfort… Quickly, Liz climbed some containers and ended up on a rooftop. She could watch him easier from up here, and he wouldn’t notice her as easily.

He continued walking and she observed him. While he strolled, she took notice of the people still conducting business not too far away, along with the guy watching them from a nearby rooftop. As long as they don’t come over here, there shouldn’t be any problems. Liz had finally begun her hunt for tonight and she’d be damned if anyone was gonna mess this up.

Eventually he stopped again. What is it now? Damn! Whatever they’re doing over there is screwing with my paycheck. This time, he didn’t stop because he’d heard something. This time, he glanced multiple times from side to side as if to check if anyone was watching as he slowly undid his pants. Is he about to take a piss? Before long, there was the distinct sound that confirmed her suspicion. This is too perfect! While he had his pants down, she had a perfect opening to take him down.

Liz squatted, screwing silencers onto the ends of her Berettas. She then aimed them both at his head. Say goodnight, you piece of shit.

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Character Portrait: Shiro Yurei Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan

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Whether or not the Vampires and Ghouls new his position was no issue to Iven. He was far too far away for them to come up to him by surprise, he'd notice before they'd get to him and then he'd simply disappear, become one with the shadows around him. Yes Iven had been doing this for many years, since he was five years old his parents had taught him, they too were Hunters. But when they died via Vampires when he was seventeen, he had to teach himself the rest. He was lucky that his Grandfather was still around to give him advise and help him as best he could, look after to him. It had been tattooed onto his brain to kill any Vampire or Ghoul he was told to kill. He did this for money of course, sometimes even other Vampires would ask him to kill another of their own kind, he'd do it, get the money, and if he didn't really like who he had worked for, he'd kill them too. Nonetheless, many still hire him knowing this, perhaps it's because of how successful he has been. Not many Hunters lived to tell the tale of their encounters with the inhuman kind.

Aside all that, the rather, young looking Vampire (although he could probably be 100+ years old) seemed to be laughing, the others around him clearly Human as they were very jumpy and nervous, it was so obvious with the help of his binoculars. God they were hopeless, it was rather embarrassing seeing his own kind, Humans, freak out and be unable to pull themselves together when facing a Vampire or Ghoul. Just be professional for once. But fear drove people to do crazy things, fear made people weak and those feared strong. He learned this the hard way, but was there ever an easy way to learn such a thing?
The young looking Vampire's follower, usually they were Ghouls and so he'd assume the follower was one, yelled something out, he could not hear it but perhaps he was alarming his Master of his presence. An elder Vampire silence him however, he seemed quite important, looked very domineering. But that was when he heard a sudden noise close by, near himself. He pulled himself away from the binoculars, startled and curious by who or what could have made the noise. Backing away from the ledge of the building, he stood up and looked around.

Iven's eyes widened slightly, surprised to see what appeared to be, another Hunter. Wait what the hell was she doing? He watched her closely as she sneaked up on a man who was taking a piss. Well then. Were they Human or Vampire? Surely she was in attempts at killing a Vampire, unless she was a bounty hunter as well? Well, she seemed to have everything under control, although he was concerned if it was her or the random Vampire who had made the noise. He simply watched, curious to see how things would play out. He was not one to interfere with another Hunter's task, and he expected the same back. But if she was in a bit of a pickle, then perhaps he'll help, when she desperately needs it. Sometimes a newbie needs to learn things the hard way, can't expect a hero.

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Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Zhang Guiying Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Petrov Yurei Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh Character Portrait: Jill Schwarz Character Portrait: Eliza Whittaker

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''Dreaming in white, splatter in red, blue faced terror I bid you goodnight.''
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Since the early evening where everyone in his and Alan's home at the top of 'The Ivory Tower' Hotel and Casino and woken up and left him. More so for Alan and Anais to bond and wind down. He had been managing the Casino's incomes, customers in the high class suites, Getting bookings for birthdays, weddings and so on and finally guard detail, though admittedly Alan had always been better with the men and women. He seemed to be able to get on with all Vampiric races where himself had trouble often finding himself wanting to rip a few throats out. But once this was done he sighed in relief as he went back into the private elevator back up to his home.

After using a keycard only himself, Anais and Alan had to get into their home and he reached the top, the door opening and he stepped into his living room. He sighed, smiling and showing all of his sharp teeth and he threw his briefcase and wallet onto the couch. ''Finally! Away from work~! Time to get to the real work~ Fun fun fun...'' He rubbed his hands together as he walked to the open kitchen and he opened a cupboard and started to make himself a caramel latte. Humming as he waited for the water to boil. When it was done he poured his drink into a tall latte glass and put whipped cream, caramel sauce and chocolate powder over it and finally put it on a saucer with some chocolate. He would not lie. He loved such detailed and sweet things.

With that done he kicked his shoes off and loosed his tail and went to his office and opened a book with room designs, music choices, menus and entertainment ideas. ''Alright. This should get everyone into the casino for the Annual Charity Ball.'' He sat back in his leather computer chair, eating a bit of white chocolate as he spoke aloud to himself. ''Everyone loves Masquerade balls. Means you can be mean without getting told off.'' He chuckled before sitting up straight and picking up the office phone. ''Hello. Alesso Von Burgentine here. Oh great, perfect. So it will be ready for tomorrow night as planned? Oh great. Did the drapes and crystals go up alright then? Oh thank god. I would of been so upset if they didn't go up. I will get to sending out the invitations then. Okay? Okay.. bye, bye.'' He hung up and picked up the phone to see if food was getting ready then got invitations sent out to all the vampiric people of high class and middle class for the night to go on. And of course, ghouls were welcome too. No need to eat the servers and chefs now is there?

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After a long tiring night of simply spying on Ghouls, Vampires and even a fellow, unfamiliar Hunter, he headed home with a word or action. Iven was much smarter than a lot of other Hunter's who were quick to jump to conclusions and attacked without knowing anything about their target. He always felt there was much more to just killing when it came to his job. You had to learn, study your target, find their weakness, find out which way was the easiest to take them down. Sometimes the easiest way was to play it dumb, or be charming, a one night stand even. What ever it took to finally exterminate them was what he did. Iven wasn't very merciful at all, no when he knew he could finally kill his target he did not hesitate to do so or give them time to beg. But there were times when his judgement was off, when he might have been out smarted or had a close call and almost lost his own life, no one was perfect. But there were also times when he could be most cruel and sadistic. When ever he might find a target too easy, he'd make things more enjoyable for himself through torture and other methods.

Aside all this, he was finally home in his rather nice apartment. It had three bedrooms, a nice kitchen, bathroom etc. It was much bigger than your every day apartment the more not so wealthy lived in. Well, he earned quite a fair bit working too high paying jobs. You would not think a bartender would get paid very well, but he was a most wanted bartender as he was pretty good at entertaining customers. Iven was pretty attractive when he was out of his Hunter class clothing and what not, and into his expensive work clothes, neat and tidy. It was a big difference but women and men did not mind of course. Iven almost seemed like a different person if you had met him on the job as a Hunter and compared meeting him working as a bartender. He rather enjoyed both jobs though, although he would rather be out Hunting, the bartender job was a nice change and he was just as good at it.

For now he needed a little break though as he changed out of his Hunter attire and finally seated himself on the lounge with a relieved sigh. He needed a little nap before work, especially when tonight was much more special, he had been asked to attend a Charity Masquerade Ball. It would be exciting and he too would be mingling with me customers. He did not know much about the ball, but knew the location, that's all he cared about for now, it certainly was going to be good pay too, something he would not refuse. At home, he lived alone, he had no one, he found it would be bad if his enemies would a weakness in him such as a lover like he usually did to them to use against them. It was alright living alone, but of course being lonely constantly wasn't always the best, perhaps it was why he enjoyed his job as a bartender so much, he wasn't alone with that job.

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Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Zhang Guiying Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh Character Portrait: Jill Schwarz

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''It is in us all to be living for something if not, then why exist? So long as you have a purpose you are fine, it doesn't matter if it changes, it just means you are growing.''
Boundless || Aero Chord




Alan frowned at William's words but waited for him to seize his words before he slowly stood up to his full height then sighs long and hard, closing his eyes as he did so to release some of his pent up anger that nipped at him ever so irritably. Once he stopped and opened his eyes, harshness normally present had resided as he put one of his clawed hands onto one of his surprisingly curvy hips and he tilted his head and spoke softly. ''You certainly know where to take a jab to make it sting longer. Don't you William? Hm.'' He cleared his throat, looking to the side and for a brief moment his lip quivered before he looked back and his hard face returned. ''Embarrassment was not my intention to make you feel I would strive to do to you. None the less, I am very sorry.''

His eyes for a moment softened then he looked away and hardened again as he looked at William again. ''If they are not dogs to you, I would like it that you do not call them that.. That is all. And your readiness to sever hands from arms was especially strong today... I simply wanted to end the transaction without bloodshed. It is as simple as that William.'' He then looked to Anais for her to get up, ready to leave then and there but his emotions got the better of him and he looked at William, his voice a bit broken, frowning like he were angry but his voice sounded more hurt. ''And to say I function on money alone is very insulting, considering I came here with none, as you know.'' He then growled. ''You infuriate me.'' He then continued. ''Of course I trust you, I was not doubting you, I just wanted no bloodshed!''

He gritted his teeth, his eyes a bit more watery. ''You infuriate me.'' He looked at Anais and in his emotion driven moment he went to her and though it looked rough, he simply took her hand and pulled her up to her feet quickly and started to pull her with him. ''Good evening!'' He screamed back to William and stormed out of the club while pulling Anais with him and once they were outside he took his phone out to get a car. Fifteen minutes later once it arrived he waited for Anais to get in before he did and they began to drive home. He looked out of the car window and wiped a tear away while clearing his throat to cover it up in some way, perhaps to cover the small sob.






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''Come to drink,
Come to bet,
Come to help,
Come and have a good time.''
Alan F White & Alesso Von Burgentine.




With a new day that came with his alarms going off in his room which he barely heard from.. Alan's room again... He and the man were up drinking and he had to walk the man to the bathroom then his bed, he was practically disabled at the legs when he was drunk, noodles for legs. He took advantage, like he often would and he stayed in the man's bed with him again and used him as a teddy bear which was rather odd considering Alan was the living giant. He lifted his head from Alan's chest with a small high pitched groan and yawn that showed the rows of shark like teeth and he smacked his lips tiredly before looking at Alan and then to his finger and he licked it then popped it into Alan's ear and shouted. ''Wet willy!'' Before Alan sat up screaming then looked at Alesso with the biggest death glare while Alesso laughed his ass off. Then Alan scrambled after him bare arsed as he giggled around the room, jumping over the bed and tackling Alesso and biting his shoulder which made Alesso groan and tug on his white locks and casually spoke to the man.

''You should get in the shower, you smell like alcohol.'' He grinned before Alan released his four toothed bite from the man's shoulder, leaving the print on him and quickly got into the bathroom. Alesso sniggered before rolling onto his feet and running a hand through his red hair then rubbed his shoulder and went to his bedroom and put his alarms off then danced on the spot. ''Time for some fun~'' He then danced into his on-suite bathroom of his and while Alan was out and getting ready for the annual event in about an hour getting his coffee and toast ready and sitting in the living room with a newspaper and the news on on the TV. Alesso took longer, taking two and a half hours in the bathroom showering then drying his hair and putting some light make up on like foundation, mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow in the colour theme of the ball room being pink, blue, purple and teal with silver. His attire was also like so while Alan wore a white suit with a purple, teal and silver tie, he was a simple man. While Alesso has his waist coat lace patterned with silver, purple and blue tones, his tie being teal, trousers black along with his shoes.

When he came out he got his coffee from Alan as he made it just in time as well as his porridge which was sweet like he loved it and he shovelled it down before washing all the dishes up with Alan and he looked at him. ''I am sure William will be over it. Just apologize and I am sure he will be sweet again.'' He dried his hands as Alan did, smiling to him before taking his clip board and pen. ''Time to get the catering sorted for 7:40pm tonight.'' He looked at his silver watch. ''Which is in two hours, perfect timing. I am so excited. Futuristic theme~ With neon lighting and greatly dressed cloth dancers, think fifth element with that white suit? Just in silver. Because silver is shiny and I looove shiny~'' He giggled which made Alan smile in amusement before he spoke. ''Yes, I can picture it. I love the glass tables and betting tables. The neon lit up dancefloor is going to look so perfect with the large crystal glowing tree and chandelier light too. As for William.. Yes, I hope so. I will get Anais up and ready then come and help you Alesso.'' He smiled before blinking as the man hugged him, he patted his back before watching he dance to the elevator and get to work. That was when Alan walked to Anais' door and knocked on it before speaking. ''Anais? Are you up? We have two hours to get you ready for tonight's charity ball.''

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Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Zhang Guiying Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh Character Portrait: Jill Schwarz

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''It is in us all to be living for something if not, then why exist? So long as you have a purpose you are fine, it doesn't matter if it changes, it just means you are growing.''
Boundless || Aero Chord




Alan backed away from the door in surprise and a perhaps fright with the sudden loud and harsh unladylike words from Anais from the other side of the white painted oak bedroom door. He cleared his throat and got closer to it again, speaking up while his sensitive pointed ears twitched to the sound of Anais running around to get ready. ''You.. don't need to rush too much Anais.'' He then smiled to himself before walking into the living room and turning on the TV to a music station and he sat down, leg crossed over another and he moved his foot to the tune and lipping the words without actually singing. He was in the privacy of his home and he was much more able to be more himself but at times one would find him tense even in his own home. It was these rare moments that he looked actually human rather than some stone cold diplomat. But even they were human... Behind his status, fame and coin he was rather reclusive and prone to the spurts of anxiety and night terrors. There seemed to always be a sadness around him, even as he enjoyed the small number on the TV.

He certainly was not the oldest vampire but he seemed to deem sacrifice as a personal and needy friend. Much he had lost and given up to fit into the world of materialistic wonders and in some retrospects he was losing the willpower to continue in it but everyone had bad days. Unfortunately for him, it was today, of all days.. So impractical. At that moment he sighed to himself, turning the TV off just as Anais came out from her room, rather frazzled for a moment before settling and wondering what to do with... Alan at that moment as she sat down in the living room looked at his watch. An hour until the doors were opening and people would already be queuing outside.

He pulled his sleeve back down then slowly looked at the young lady. He looked at the ball dress and smiled at it, especially with the silver patterns, Alesso would most likely be staring at it for long moments throughout the night... He always was mesmerized by shiny things and was quite the kleptomaniac around them also. Luckily stealing from your own ball was not illegal, just strange to witness but guesses were, Alan would be watching the man lest he escape the ball with his pockets full of ball lovers' jewels. He certainly still couldn't forget their first ball, staring between Alesso and his new jewels spread along one of the tables and actually having to fight the man to give them back. One of his scars on his back were from that night, such joy. He chuckled to himself before looking to Anais' eyes, noting the delicate and lovely eye make up before speaking, his relaxed appearance seeming to tighten and be ripped away, replaced with the familiar sense of locked out emotional connection apart from the occasional appearance of twitches from his nervousness in his clawed fingers that most didn't notice unless they really looked behind his handsome face and giant like height that intimidated most people. ''You look lovely, Anais. Not that I expected anything less of you.''

He sat up straight then as he continued. ''We have an hour, we could go and help Alesso with any remaining work. But we don't have to.. well, you don't.'' He smiled for a moment before getting up and looking down on Anais which normal considering his unbelieveable height. ''But I must, after all, I am also a host to this annual event.'' He then looked to the elevator, clearing his throat for a moment to try and banish some fear from his tense form before he walked to it and called it. ''Come or don't. Either way, I want you to enjoy yourself, Anais. You deserve it.'' He then got into the elevator as the doors opened and pressed the button to go down.

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Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Zhang Guiying Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh

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Enoch had not returned to their flat in days. He had gone out to take care of some business two nights before the ball and with each passing day Neptune grew more and more worried. At first she had planned to wait in the apartment like he had instructed, Enoch had promised he would be back but now Neptune was beginning to doubt. Panic flooded her mind and she wondered if he was abandoning her, just like every other good person that had ever come into her life. Had she done something wrong? Was she not a good ghoul? Neptune had done everything Enoch had ever asked of her. Except two days ago when he had picked out two different shoes.... She had refused to go get the matching one because she was manning the stove to make pancakes.

But he wouldn't have left over something as silly as that... Would he?

Neptune suddenly decided that she had waited long enough, she slammed her tea cup down on the table and went up to her bedroom to change into something more suitable for traveling. She was just taking her dress off when the window exploded and glass shattered across the room; scratching her body with tiny cuts. The ghoul looked around for something to defend herself with when she remembered the silver knife under her pillow and ran for it just as someone burst in through the broken window. She pulled the knife out and held it in front of her, legs shaking as he smirked and drew a gun from his waist holster.

"You think that little knife will hurt me?" He taunted, waving around his gun and turning the safety off. "Yes." Neptune replied simply, glad that she sounded a lot more confident then she felt. Another came in through the window and whacked his partner across the back of the head. "Our orders aren't to kill it, we need the kid alive so her master will come for her."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Neptune spat, "I live alone." The two looked at her, clearly confused. They glanced back and forth between each other and the girl standing in her underwear, brandishing a knife; then burst out laughing. "I nearly fell for that," the older of the two said and stepped forward, "now come quietly and you won't get hurt." Neptune gripped the knife harder and lunged, dodging his first bullet. She plunged the knife into the first gun wielder's arm, making him drop his weapon. He screamed, cursing her out and wrestling her to the floor. She stabbed him again in the leg this time and he grappled the knife from her grip, holding it up against Neptune's throat. She kicked him between the legs, causing him to fall to the side. He moved the knife from her neck and sliced her cheek as he rolled off of her. Neptune kicked him the rest of the way off and ran for the door, his partner leveling his gun and shooting her in the leg causing Neptune to fall and a scream to erupt from her lungs.

The one Neptune had kicked in the groin stood and motioned for his partner. Neptune attempted to army crawl towards the stairs but pain shot through her body whenever she moved. They grabbed the girl and dragged her back into the room, slamming the door shut and gagging her before exiting the apartment through their preferred method; the window. Once on the ground level they tied up Neptune's arms, not bothering with her legs since they figured the bullet wound would prevent her from going anywhere.

They stuffed Neptune into the trunk of an awaiting silver car and began to drive. Neptune struggled and let out a muffled scream, sliding around as the car drove. Minutes passed, then hours in maddening silence; the only noise was that of the road under her. Finally the car stopped and her captors popped the trunk open. They were at a gas station on a back road. Neptune knew this rest stop, they weren't far from one of Enoch's vampire friends. The one Neptune had stabbed in the hand undid the gag from her mouth and offered her a bottle of water; she chugged it thirstily, not caring about the liquid that spilled onto her body. "I have to pee," Neptune said when she finished and he looked at his partner nervously. The man simply nodded his head and he pulled Neptune out of the trunk, holding her arm tightly and leading her to the bathroom inside.

No one blinked an eye at the nearly naked girl being dragged to the restroom, in fact they acted as though this were a daily occurrence. "Go quickly," he said and undid the ropes on her hands, standing by the bathroom door to ensure she couldn't get away. Neptune went inside and to her delight there was a window. She limped to the far end of the restroom and shimmied the old screen up; wondering if she would fit. She had gotten about halfway through, but the window was small and Neptune scrapped and scratched herself as she clawed her way out and fell on her butt on the other side of the gas station. She broke into a run in the direction of the vampire Alan White's house, knowing there was a ball tonight and that he would not be pleased if she showed up in her sorry condition without her master, but Enoch had told Neptune that if anything ever happened to him to go to Alan right away.

Night had fallen by the time she reached White's property, her body sore and her bullet wound throbbing. It was dangerous showing up to a party full of vampires with open wounds, but at this point it was a risk Neptune was willing to take. She knocked on the door, crossing her arms self consciously as a butler opened it and looked the girl up and down. "I think you have the wrong address," he said distastefully and began to close it, but Neptune stuck her foot out to prevent him from doing so. "I have to speak to Alan White, it's about my master. He's gone missing."

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Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Isuke Chitaru Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Zhang Guiying Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Elizabeth "Liz" Tan Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh

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Iven was up and ready, rather excited for a change for work tonight. The ball was something he hadn't ever gotten the chance to attend growing up, he was either too lower class or poor, perhaps he didn't look very neat and tidy in the past but now that he was a well paid, professional, wanted bartender, life was easy and fun. Sure he enjoyed his main job of hunting on the side but it got a bit boring some times, the same old oh please don't kill me! and I swear I won't do it again! crap did get tiring; when would they learn that Hunters show no mercy? It was pretty amusing to give them hope sometimes before finally ending them, at least they died with a such a helpless expression.

Anyway, aside all that, he was dressed in his usual work clothing, he didn't have anything fancy picked out for the ball unfortunately, just the usual black bartender attire. He was told he would be given a specific waistcoat to wear but he hadn't received it yet, perhaps he would get it when he got there? Unsure, he kept the current waistcoat on and would simply replace it if he was given one. Iven smelled lightly of cinnamon and vanilla from the body wash he had used in the shower, aftershave, and mocha scented deodorant, he rather smelled like some sort of milkshake or something really. It was a nice change from the sweaty, wet clothed, dirt smell he seemed to carry after hunting. His hair had been combed because well, it is fairly long, and put back into a ponytail. He was so very tempted to actually wear his Hunter mask to the Masquerade ball, just waltz in like 'hey Vampires! Wazaaap! I'm going to kill every single one of you some day.' And then die a stylish death. As funny as it seemed in his head, he decided to stick with the plain, silver mask that most of the other staff would have.
Standing in front of the body length mirror, he turned and shifted himself, looking at himself from every angle before adjusting his vest with a grin. "I look hot." Iven started laughing at how he just sounded before sniffing himself and nodding "I know for certain I smell great though." Yep, he was ready. "Oh! Almost forgot!" Before he was about to leave, he placed his infamous, small knives in his pockets and strapped a much more lethal and larger one to his torso under his shirt, fixed himself up again then left the building. He had a bit of an obsession with his knives.

Once Iven arrived, showing ID and what not, proving he was staff, he entered the most breath taking building and walked towards the other staff were with a friendly smile and a short wave. Shortly after a female came rushing towards them with what seemed to be their waistcoats before running off again. "Whoa okay then." Iven said surprised as he took his piece of clothing "holy crap she's fast." He changed quickly into the waistcoat before finally starting to help prepare for the guests and put a lot of work into making sure the bar where drinks would be served looked its best, his place of expertise. "I already know this is going to be an amazing night."

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Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh

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''It is in us all to be living for something if not, then why exist? So long as you have a purpose you are fine, it doesn't matter if it changes, it just means you are growing.''
Boundless || Aero Chord




Alan smiled away in the elevator as Anais' confidence to question him before slipping into the elevator with him. ''Of course you are a hostess as well. Thank you for the reminder.'' He looked at her and winked playfully before the elevator doors opened and instantly the scent of blood claimed his nose. Batting white lashes he frowned as he stepped out of the elevator. He smiled at Anais as she announced she would deal with the bleeder. But there was something familiar about it... nagging at him in the most uncomfortable way... Recognition. He watched Anais walk off to the entrance to the ball and a particularly light blonde haired woman came to his amberish sight. While Anais spoke to this woman, he slowly made his way over, the closer he got, the stronger the scent of blood, indicating a dire wound to him which raised his concerns and then, as he was behind Anais, he instantly knew who the woman was. So as Anais introduced herself to the woman then asked her name, he spoke up, coming from behind Anais and standing by her side as he spoke, looking down at the woman like he did everyone. ''This fair skinned and haired woman is Neptune Amaterasu. She is the ghoul of Enoch Hendriks... For a number of years too. He is another Homo Vampyrus Perturbato.'' He looked at Anais then. ''Like William. I am one of the few that house and care for these vampire kinds. I am a universal contact for all vampiric kinds... Renowned for it as you know.''

He looked back to Neptune, her scruffy appearance she would never pride herself on nor come out the door with, having spoken to her a few times before. The cuts, scratches and finally the bullet wound at her leg. ''Anais. Attend to her wounds first.'' Then he looked at her. ''It seems you have gained yourself a friend. She will be staying with us now. Please make sure she is cleaned up and dressed for the ball.'' He looked at Neptune, bowing his head. ''I must apologize Neptune, but I have to attend to the ball. Of course you are welcome here and I hope our home will be good for you. Anais will show you around and get you ready. After the ball, we can discuss it all in detail. I promise. But for now, you must get attended to, I would hate your wounds to become septic or for some of my staff and guests to get a bit hungry...'' He smiled, but only briefly. ''See you later you two.'' He then walked off to go and help Alesso.




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''Dreaming in white, splattered in red, blue faced terror I bid you goodnight.''
Valkyrie II: Lucuna || Varien





Alesso was busy getting all the details up, like the lights, dance routines, crystal hanging crystals up on the large central piece of the cloudy crystallized tree with lights over it and the crystals. Getting the dancing silk hung up for the dancers and the poles. The casino games up and the food going for the snacks and drinks at the bar ready for opening as well as the stage lights for the performances. He was stressing over the remaining bartender, and requested one too, Iven Breton being late. But once he saw him and one of his helpers give him the right black and purple waistcoat with silver threading and buttons he smiled away, showing his teeth doing so. He practically danced over to the young man with his clipboard and pen in hand. ''Ooh thank the heavens and so forth~! I have been waiting for you.'' He looked at the man, checking that the waistcoat fitted him perfectly, which he did, sighing in relief before speaking further to Iven. ''I must thank you for working for us tonight again Iven. You have the best customer recommended rating and I just had to get you for myself!'' He giggled away before walking him to the large on display bar. ''You will be working along Odette. I hope you and her will get on well~'' Then he saw Alan come his way and smiled away. ''Oh~ Here is the Host of this annual event. Alan White. This is Iven Breton~'' He smiled away, looking very excited... The he smelt Alan... then Iven and blinked. ''You... know eachother...?''








Alan looked at Iven, instantly pulling at his collar to loosen his tie and looked away for a moment as his cheeks darkened slightly and he had to look away from a smile trying to surface. ''We have... passed each other in the street and his workplace.'' He instantly turned to look at Alesso, his amberish hues looking at Iven briefly once he calmed down, one hand at his side and the other playing with his pocket watch in his blazer front pocket. ''I didn't know you hired him. But then again, he is highly reviewed..'' Alesso smirked at Alan as he reacted instantly to Iven's presence in a such out of character way, meaning all his flustered actions and shyness. ''Well, I didn't know you actually looked up on sites that recommended things, Alan~ Nice to see you do some homework though... But then again, you always were good at researching and keeping names, dates and details in your mind for long periods of time.'' He chuckled away before looking at Iven. ''That is why I always give him numbers and list things to remember when we are out looking at new things for our Casino and Hotel.'' Alan cleared his throat and looked away again, calming himself before looking over to the pair of them. ''Well, I do need to keep up with everything otherwise I wouldn't be a...'' He looked directly into Iven's eyes. ''Good host.'' He then looked over to Alesso. ''Would I now?'' Alesso nodded happily in agreement. ''Completely true~ I am so glad one of us have a good memory.'' He hummed as he tapped his foot to the song in the background being set up.

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Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine

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As Iven was approaching the bar, he checked his watch briefly to see it was an hour behind from what the clocks at home had read. At this point he had no idea what the real time was, but if his wrist watch was correct then he was indeed late. He simply frowned at the watch with a puzzled expression until he heard a voice clearly directed towards him. He looked up to see a rather cheerful man, for some reason he had forgotten the name of which was rather terrible of him. The words that came from his mouth however made it clear he was the one that had hired him. "I certainly hope you weren't waiting too long for me, I apologise." Iven smiled a most charming smile that seemed to make others feel more comfortable around him, but it was almost too alluring, perhaps he should work on that, not looking so devious. But being devious was so perfectly part of his nature it was hard to hide the little horrors that he planned in his mind. "Haha! You are most welcome, wow am I really that recommended? I'm flattered. I will have to live up to those expectations then." Iven of course knew he was rather popular as a bartender but he hadn't really thought that others would recommend him, he actually felt rather proud of that fact. He chuckled shortly after he had finished his sentence, Alesso so far seemed just as charming as himself though, but of course Iven knew this man was more than likely, a Vampire or something else he felt the need to murder. He would take no action for a long time though of course, he knew nothing about him. Iven wasn't stupid.

The Hunter followed Alesso as he lead him to where he would be working, he was rather glad he'd have someone to help him behind the bar, the place look very extravagant and a bit more overwhelming from what he was used to. It was certain the bar would be very busy tonight. "Ah wonderful! I look forward to working with her." He commented. Shortly after, that was when Alan caught his eye as he approached them, he wasn't hard to spot, especially looking that fine. Iven concentrate. He could already feel himself losing his usual composed, cool and charming demeanor, god damn he hated feeling so embarrassed, he hadn't felt like this before. And just seeing Alan get all flustered and struggle to make eye contact Oh my god he's so cute. Iven was drowning here. Pull yourself together dammit! Act natural. At least he knew for certain now that Alesso was obviously not Human to be able to tell that they knew each other from smell it seemed. The way Alan explained how they knew each other though made it hard for him not to laugh, instead a wide grin formed on his face, he was really happy but it was clear Alan didn't seem to want Alesso to know about, what they did. Didn't mean he couldn't have fun with it. "Aaah I see, yes Alan certainly seems like a very capable and intelligent man." He replied to Alesso. Yes it seemed Iven had collected himself now, his face didn't feel so, hot.

As soon as Alan spoke up once more however, the way he looked into his eyes, Iven didn't know how to feel, nervous perhaps?
"Hmm, and I am glad to have such an, attractive host." Iven said it openly with no shame as he looked Alan up and down, studying every detail of the man with such a promiscuous look in his eyes, undressing him with his stare. Iven was in a fairly cheeky mood now it seemed, he'd probably need to be a bit less careless though, he is supposed to be professional. He decided to quickly change the subject, he could image Alan burning him with his glare at this point. "I love what you've done with the place, it looks amazing, I can see you put a lot of thought into this event." This was directed mainly towards Alesso to hopefully change what might be running through his mind at this point, but it was really a statement towards them both. Iven spoke as he attended to the bar, simply getting comfortable and familiar with where everything was. Iven was the type who enjoyed doing little tricks here and there with the drinks and glasses and what not to entertain the guests. He was very skilled with his hands after all, playing with those knives seemed to come in handy with the normal folk as he liked to call them. Back to the collected, charming Iven, with a welcoming smile, yes the night was definitely in his favour.

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Alesso bowed to Iven and grinned with sharp teeth exposed. ''Why thank you. I see you hold Alan in great regard~ He certainly is very handsome~ Nothing screams exotic like him mm?'' He chuckled at Alan as he looked away with a sigh. He then cooed, arming his arms around Alan's shoulders and hanging off him, almost choking him as he swung back and forth... into him. Which was very... strange while his hands still held his clipboard. ''Aww~ Getting embarrassed~? You never could take a compliment~'' He continued to swing on the man and then he nipped his ear and licked his neck. Alan's white eyebrow twitched and he closed his eyes and he sighed more. Alesso even pushing it as he kissed and licked his neck.

Alan tilted his head in attempt to see him stop but he didn't... of course. He was used to it though. So he didn't freak out but he did speak up. ''Alesso.'' Alesso continued to swing, lick and kiss him but spoke between it. ''Yes~?'' Alan quite calmly fixed his tie as he spoke. ''If you don't get off me, I will so smoothly remove you from me back and punch you in the face if you don't get off me.'' Alesso sighed and whined before hopping off the man with a cheeky nip of his neck which made him look at the man with a flare of red in his eyes and Alesso just giggled away. He then cleared his throat and spoke to Iven again. ''But in truth, the crystallized things in here are all Alan's designs. He loves Crystals. So much that he would have up hang over 200 crystals on the crystallized tree in the centre of the room... one by one.'' Alan actually looked away, grinning away for a moment before turning back with a serious expression, hands behind his back as he stood regally. ''I only asked for a few... you just.. went overboard on your own. But it is very nicely executed.'' He showed a smile for a brief moment, warm and bright with pearly whites.

Alesso nodded before sighing. ''Ah yes... you might be right about that on~'' He then bowed his head to Iven. ''Thank you again, Iven~'' He then turned away and started to walk away, not without whipping Alan's backside with his tail, smirking away before he went serious and got back to the last details of the night to be done before opening their doors. Alan looked at the man with a deadpan look on his face, mumbling to himself. ''Did he just do that? He did... Just.. nevermind.'' He looked back to Iven a bit flustered by all the attention he got from Alesso there and it being shown so publicly in front of Iven.. Of all people... He calmed and slowly began to talk. ''He always does that. Apart from his tail. I apologize that you had to... see that.'' He looked away again, hand over the side of his face to hide his flustered expression. Once he calmed again he turned back to Iven but had nothing to say. He looked to the side before slowly bending his face close to his and he kissed his cheek and his thumb caressed his opposite cheek. Then he straightened up and began to walk away to attend to the servers of the food, discussing how it should be done and went the food should change its courses.

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Iven couldn't help but frown at those sharp teeth that were so causally and confidently flashed when the man grinned. It was rather irritating. Made him wish he could hurry up and kill him. But it wasn't the first time he had to fake his happiness in front of others, being a bartender you did get many annoying customers that needed a good kick up the ass. But nonetheless he had to put up with it. Iven was good a being patient, his main job as a Hunter was all about patience. Although he was pleased with seeing Alan get all embarrassed, he most certainly was not happy with seeing another get all touchy with Alan. Iven couldn't deny he was feeling rather over protective right now as he gritted his teeth, mouth shut and his face blank as his eyes were coldly glaring at what he'd call, his boss. He was almost unaware of the looks he was giving someone he should be respecting, what was he doing? This was probably the only time Iven found it hard to stay calm and patient, but how dare he... Iven's thoughts were running to dark places until.

Alesso? Did he say Alesso? So that's his name. Wait, it sounded awfully familiar. Yes Iven remembered, it was written on a note the last time he was well, at Alan's place. The note he was not really happy with. God now he despised him even more. When Alan finally told Alesso to get off him, Iven did calm down, his voice rather soothing to hear. Iven hated how much his feelings contradicted everything he had believed in, it was so confusing and annoying.

Ah that's right the Crystals. Iven's smile returned as soon as Alesso's attention moved back to him. "Crystals huh?" Iven muttered to himself as he studied them, no doubt they were real, proper crystals too, such detail obviously would have cost a lot. But it was clear the place had no problem with money. Seeing Alan smile made him smile. Even though every time Alesso seemed to talk it was like nails on a chalk board and his smile would falter slightly, he still managed to stay professional as he remained fiddling with a few things around the bar to keep his mind off it.

Ah finally it seemed Alesso would be on his way. Iven also bowed his head slightly as Alesso did "you are most welcome. I hope to be doing business with you again soon." A genuine smile on his face now, simply because he was gone, and Alan had not left with him. Wait was that a tail he just saw? His eyes squinted slightly with a bit of a frown as he tried to decide whether or not he saw what he thought he saw. Seeing Alan's reaction it was clear he certainly did see what he thought he saw. Feeling a bit peeved at this point, he continued looking around the bar, checking the cups and drinks were good, pouting slightly as a bit of a frown remained on his face. He wasn't even looking at Alan, all he could think about was how annoyed he had gotten over Alesso, and he couldn't admit why. It was a bit silent for a moment, then Alan spoke up. "Mhm.. Sure.." Iven was acting quite bitter. "Wait what? ALL the time?" Did he just hear that right? Oh god now Iven was coming up with all sorts of nasty scenarios of Alan and Alesso that he really wanted to burn from his mind. After Iven replied to Alan he looked up finally to look at him only to see him closing in, then he felt his lips on his cheek. Iven simply blinked, rather surprised as his face suddenly grew red. And then he left. Iven was left there, watching him leave, as a big smile formed on his face, everything to do with Alesso simply faded and he was the only thing on his mind again as he returned to his bar duties with a genuine, smile on his face for once. But could Iven ever really admit what he was truly feeling?


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Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh

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“We’re late!” William burst from the limousine with impatience followed by a trail of beautiful escorts dressed in violet and pink silk dresses with long shawls that wrapped around their smooth thin shoulders and trailed to the ground like fountains of near transparent fabric. He was dressed in a close fitting suit of black with long coattails and a frilly violet men’s blouse that wouldn’t have been out of place in the 1700s. “Mask fetch me my mask sweet Robb!” William put a gloved hand out snapping his fingers impatiently. Robb hurried around the car and handed William the silver etched mask in the shape of the top half of a rabbit’s face with the rounded muzzle and long silver tipped ears. William smiled his charming smile and waved dismissively at the doorman.

“The White Rabbit and my charges. These lovely women are gifts for the guests.” He announced to the man before walking past him. Robb adjusted his small tophat perched cutely on his head and donned his own silver mask which had a simple bandit’s design with the similar silver edged designs around the eye and along the edges. William stopped one of the waiters wandering around with trays of hors d’oeuvres. “Alan, I need to speak to him.”

The man nodded and gestured in the direction Alan was and William strode off with Robb at his tail, his escorts diffusing into the cloud of guests to entertain at the best of their particular strengths. William spotted Alan and opened his arms in greeting.

“My dear friend and most honorable associate, I must say you never hold back on such magnificent events.” His voice travelled though he didn’t raise it much and a few guests looked at him strangely. He approached Alan and looked to Anais. “My dear you are looking absolutely….devine this evening.”

He gracefully took her hand and planted a kiss upon it his rich magenta eyes glinting within the eye holes of his rabbit mask. Robb averted his gaze, pretending to be more interested in the guests. His eyes lingered on Iven, wondering why he was standing at the bar grinning like an idiot but chose not to dwell on it.

“I want to apologize to the both of you for my…behavior back at the club. I’ve had hand crafted, for the both of you, a fine gift in hopes that you won’t think badly of me. Cherish them greatly.” He handed them both pale off white boxes tied with gold silk ribbons, both where long rectangular boxes but Alan’s was longer and wider and a bit heavier than Anais’. Where they to open it and see what was inside Anais' box would contain a magnificent necklace threaded with crisp white diamonds on a cascade of thin silver chains. Alan's gift was a dagger, sharpened and well made, with the hilt and scabbard made out of the polished thigh bone from a tiger. Ivory white with gold bands where the hilt and the sheath met. "Hand crafted, both of them and specially made."

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Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Neptune Amaterasu Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Alesso Von Burgentine Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh

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Character Portrait: Alan F White Character Portrait: Carth Insidiatori Character Portrait: Enoch Hendriks Character Portrait: Iven Breton Character Portrait: Kaito Tomoe Character Portrait: William Ridley Character Portrait: Robb Roswell Character Portrait: Anais Calverleigh

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[Yes, Sana will be posting soon.]