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Charles Lemarr

Centuries old vampire born of spite.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Leli, as played by RolePlayGateway

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A faction of vampyric creatures who reign over the Cursed Wood. "Expect from thy blood no more than thy blood expects from thee."

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ImageName: Charles LeMarr
Age: 681
Sex: Male

The heritage of vampires is told to come of many places, some of the most accurate, at least in the case of Charles, is that he was born from the belly of a beast. Of course, that's only the beginning of the tale. The beast that bred the horror was a woman of Slavic descent, her husband a large man who saw a reflection of himself in his son. A head over the rest he was well built with intimidating features; dark eyes, an angled face, a wicked smile and of course a heart cruel enough to put the devil to shame. Upon his death at the hand of a blade Charles was buried without services, face down with a brick in his mouth.

His awakening brought forth the more disheartening aspects of his appearance; pale skin marked with deep shadows, strongly pointed teeth, black nails and once golden hair rotted to a sullen black. His person grew in size, bloated by the fumes that festered in his belly when he died, but fell to a slim profile after his first feed.

With age he found that not only had he gained youth, but also great powers, those not before conceived by men. Any man's strike of the sword would fail to the strike of his hand; his words bellowed louder than the bells of the church and he ran quicker than any horse. This of course was not all. On a night of no moon he could, upon an exertion of effort disperse his corporeal form into dark wisps of unholy smoke, and thusly move as smoke does trespassing without hindrance through doors, windows and the cracks of walls. He may also, through incantation, bring forth an endless amount of the same black miasma. This fog causes anyone within to choke on the rotten smell, and toxic taste. However, the fog does not merely sit about the floor; it seeks out lights, whether human or not, and attempts to destroy them.

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Charles Lemarr's Story

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Charles Lemarr ambling into the quiet of the room, broken only by a harlequins questionings Charles found himself following the words of a man he knew nothing of. Taking his seat he leaned forward, resting his elbows upon the round table, looking over those who sat about him.

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Charles Lemarr returned a furtive smile to Mariotto, unsure of what had transpired prior to his arrival he felt uneasy. "I've not introduced myself properly; I'm Charles Lemarr. If I may, not to deny a feast, to what is the purpose of this meeting?"

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Charles Lemarr laughed quietly, his head dipping to the table and rising. "You've brought me forth from lands most men think false for a meal? Granted she has her charms.." Mariotto's words struck the point he made to question. "To what purpose other than a wallflower would we have to turning her?"

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Charles Lemarr peaked an eyebrow at Daemala. "And, to what would this clan pursue? To devour pretty little girls isn't something I require the hands of others to do, though I must admit, the furrow of a brotherhood of, as the people I've come to know say, monsters may indeed have it's benefits." Interested in what possibilities this could hold Charles relaxed himself, let forth the tension that coiled tightly around his chest and breathed deeply for the first time, inhaling the sweet smell of the honey blond girl. The other's went about their things, the harlequin most rudely questioning the need of his presence.

At the questions risen by Mariotto Charles raised his voice. "Do you not spend nights threatened by fools who think us demons, or unholy? Would it not be grand to walk among the nights unbothered and untouchable by any man or beast? Do you not seek this freedom, or have you found it already?"

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Charles Lemarr looked to Mariotto understanding from where he spoke, but knowing he could not submit to the rules that they must obey to survive. Ready to address Mariotto Charles was instead interrupted by the harlequin. "Your words do nothing, but determine me to do what you propose to us unto you Harlequin. I would bleed your veins dry and throw you to the scum of the slums if you spoke truth."

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Charles Lemarr snapped to Daemala . "I'll not let him take her as a kin, I would rather be flayed than let his impudence gain reward."

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Charles Lemarr scoffed at the harlequin casting aside his small challenge. It would not be in his place to challenge him or to make the words he spoke a reality. Atop this Mariotto's words struck his pride. There was no need to degrade himself to the ranks of the other man.

"I apologize, I've been born of different times and different rules than him so it seems." Posing to let Mariotto speak Charles nodded in agreement. "I face no great ill other than proper meals becoming less and less common."

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"Not to offend, but even the greatest of warriors cannot turn away all the blades of peasants. Kings have fallen and risen at the end of a farmers shovel. If your father failed in usurping then it is unto others to do so."

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Charles Lemarr looked towards the apparent leader of what may become a coven. "Do we act upon this as our first duty, or have we not drawn on long enough? It seems we all seek something, even you - Charles nodded towards the Harlequin - though in your case perhaps it's merely a woman."

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Charles Lemarr looked to Mariotto puzzled. "An eater of our kind? What foul creature could possibly stomach rotted flesh and sullen blood?"

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Charles Lemarr nodded at the words of Mariotto. Truly a monstrous creature one that could cloak itself as it's prey. Resting his mouth he looked around the room again, his concentrated eyes broken by the only mortals voice. "Gussy yourself up sunshine, we want you to look pretty when we eat you."

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Charles Lemarr nodded in thanks for the context of the meeting and sat in the chair he'd held the other time he'd visited this room. Adjusting himself and resting both elbows on the table he brought his hands to his mouth, pulling on his lip as he watched the lesson, listening to see had he himself broken any of the rules. "Do not let me bother you, please continue.

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Charles Lemarr turned his head to the table, refusing to comment. He'd broken the creed too many times to rightfully comment.

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Braving the last few moments of sunlight and risking burning himself Charles LeMarr decloaked himself, tucking away the lapels of his coat as his hands dug deep into his pockets. He'd been on his way, through the woods, the tickets and to the castle to speak to who he knew to be the leader of the clan; Deamala. He sought to speak of things that concerned no one other than him. Of course that was paste tense.

Something had stirred his mind, boiled his blood and called the ferality that he knew so well in both life and death to the surface. A howl echoed through the woods. Louder than any wolf and any creature not feared by man Charles knew not what had fallen amid him in these woods, but would not let opportunity forsake him. He set off towards the howl, slow steps crunching the fallen leaves and dead timbers of the ancient trees.

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The woods grew thicker, if only for a short bit. Perhaps it would lead to a clearing ahead, one where the moon would shine at it's brightest. Charles sincerely hoped not. Though others may find the moon no burden or even pleasant, he knew from his body that the moon itself did not cast a light that gave power to his kind, it merely reflected the light that burned them. Even had he not known this in his body, he knew of the science.

He pressed his ears to locate the distant howling his heart grew louder, every breath felt like a window shattering and his steady footfalls crunched the shattered glass to dust. Lord have his back for the forest did not empty into a clearing, but instead grew thicker yet again. Pushing aside the dead foliage he caught the sound of another's footsteps. Too heavy to be a dog, too light to be a bear. Growing wary Charles stood still, straightened himself and concentrated.

The fog that swirled about the ground, looping around and swirling about like a frenzy of serpents, grew black. It smelt of decayed flesh, burned corpses, and toxins all at the same time. The lonely vampire would not fall prey to another being, at least not without a fight.

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Had there been time to curse there was no doubt Charles would have spewed the foulest of them that he knew. The sight of a werewolf was one he'd seen twice before, each time carrying vicious blood shed greater than any other he'd seen. If this werewolf was no different than the others he might even die at their hands. It's breath was close enough to taste, and it reeked of a smell almost as foul as the miasma Charles seeped from seemingly nowhere.

Determined not to be killed before he bore that which he desired Charles backed away, pressing his left should against the bark of a tree a foot thick and lowering his body to ready himself. The miasma fog that swirled around him came to life, edging back as he did, pockets of the noxious fumes growing and then exploding in a great burst of smoke. It began to crawl up, hanging from branches, leaves, twigs, and anything it could grip to climb high and shield the man which brought it forth from any of the rays of the light that was already gone.

"Come foul beast! Let the night see who's greatest!"

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It seems there had been plenty of time for Charles to curse. Now, with his foe directly in front of him, towering and fearsome, he knew not what to say, only what to do. He was not alone in being greatly powerful this night, and he was sure that the lore that a werewolf was strongest at the full moon was no story to quiet small children. He couldn't afford to defend himself.

A bellow of violent outrage escaped his tightly clenched teeth like a rush of wind. He arched forward, head leading and right hand raised to his brow with the nails ready to pierce the chest of the werewolf. The miasma that he commanded followed stead, encircling around both him and Maria, a wall of it building behind him growing up as high as the trees. He would block out the moon if had to rather than die at the hands of a mad dog.

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With a greater reach and a ferocity to match his own the vampire had little time to react to the strike at his right side. Had he been a normal man he'd of been felled, ribs broken and lung punctured he would lie dead already at the feet of the overgrown mutt. Instead he was quick enough to see the blow, and though did not avoid it, weakened the damage by allowing it to push, rather than strike him. Still he was thrown to the ground, the fog retracting from the sky and coiling around him, enshrouding him in the darkness of decay allowing only the master to see through them.

Though not mortal his mind still held onto it's instincts. His heart quickened, power surged his muscles and to the whole of his body. Everything began to slow itself, at least in his eyes. The beast was still nearly upon him and he needed to move in closer. He wasn't a fool who thought running would do, or perhaps he was a fool to think running wouldn't do. Even if the werewolf had greater reach, if he were to hold himself too close to it, then it would become hindrance.

Pushing off the ground the trees snapped under the pressure of his muscles. Vehemently vaulting towards Maria he aimed to strike again at her chest, though this time only a feint. He readied for a strike from either side, or for her teeth to come down upon him. If it came from the right his left hand would try to grasp the wolves claws while his body spun to allow his right hand to pierce the well endowed chest. Were a blow to come from the other way he would do the opposite, and were a blow to come from above he would lurch forward and wrap his arms around the waist of the dog, tilting his body to the side to throw aside his may-be murderer. Were any of his strikes to connect they wouldn't likely slay the woman turned monster, merely give him chance to deliver a concise blow and end her then.

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Thrown into trees and onto the ground as they splintered and cracked beneath the combined weight of him and Maria. The ground too seemed to shake under their crashing weight. Charles himself felt it, letting out a heavy grunt as Maria fell onto his chest. Before he had time to properly recover her maw sunk deep into his shoulder, spilling his blood down his arm and onto his chest. Wounded worse than his foe Charles felt at a loss of what to do, but with the werewolf clamped on his shoulder he was in prime position. Bearing fangs of pure white and anger greater than a barbarian he descended upon Maria's neck just behind her skull. Even if thick matted hair covered the rest of her body it would, like it was on common dogs, be thinner were her head moved often. His bite would do little damage, but would elate his state to one of pure ferocious power; his wounds would hurt less, his attacks would hurt more. He would, in all effects be sttronger.

It wasn't common that he drank the blood of a werewolf, let alone another immortal, and though he found it to sometimes taste foul, the power it granted immediately after feeding would be great.

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Charles caught himself in the air, the miasma he controlled had blanketed the sky above and allowed him to, even if just for a second, turn his body from flesh to smoke. He found himself wrapped in a world of darkness, black strings of smoke shot up from the ground to towering heights; the trees of the wood. His shapeless body began to form, to others it appeared as though a black fog built up a giant ant hill, and then from within erupted a man, his shoulder bloodied and his mouth twisted into an angered scowl.

Cursing the werewolf woman he raised his right hand to his mouth, sucked the still dripping blood from his fingers and spat it out. It neither tasted ill, nor did he find it revolting to drink the blood of creatures he had no good relations with, he simply didn't need to digest it to gain strength from it. His fingers still covered in a light layer of blood smoothed over the wounds in his shoulder and began the process of healing them. For now the beast seemed almost tranquil, even tame. He took a step back knowing that however much he dislike it, he was at a disadvantage here. Had it been a night of no moon his victory would have been swift and the bloodshed hers alone, but it was not and his blood had been spilled more than hers.

Still though, it wasn't like him to flee. His pride would have him die at the hands of an meager criminal than flee and let them see his back. Today though his pride would not have him die, instead it would shade itself and take a blow. He wasn't stupid enough to rush into his own death, no matter how ashamed he would be of the conflict upon his return to the clan, but the collar that had lightly chipped one of his teeth drew wonders from his mind. This wolf wasn't merely roaming the woods, it belonged somewhere and it may well have escaped. Any animal driven into a corner was more than an ample threat, even moreso upon a full moon and the animal was a wolf.

Spitting dury at the werewolf Charles leaned backwards, his body shifting again and dispersing into smoke as he drew out of sight of the werewolf as quickly as he could and began his retreat to the castle grounds.

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Massaging the just closed wounds inflicted onto him only minutes ago Charles merely nodded in acknowledgement of Daemala's appearance. He doubted any of the others knew what had happened, let alone who'd done the damage to him, and though it went against his pride would need to inform them of his defeat in order to slay the giant mongrel. Abruptly he broke the silence of the two and answered what he waited Daemala to ask. "A werewolf attacked me. A full moon gave it greater strength than mine. Had there been no moon at all I would have easily felled her, but as it was I could do little more than scratch her."

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"The wood. She was collared and I've wounded her. I cannot, tonight, kill her of my own strength, I need that of others to fell her."

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"Then what should be done Casren?" Charles snapped viciously. He was annoyed and injured, but more than anything else humiliated by the disgrace he faced in the lost.

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"As does a sword, but it isn't always right." Charles said. He was confident that with four vampires a single werewolf would hold little ground against them, even if his shoulder still ached from the teeth. He desired a revenge before the werewolf turned into a human again and tracking her would grow troublesome.

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"The collar was not alone, it held a broken chain. It is possible that the beast had escape, though I saw no other signs."