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Istzyr Baenval

Drow Vampire.

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

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Istzyr Baenval

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: – My name is Istzyr Baenval.
Alias/Nicknames: – The Pretender or Houseless One have been used many of times before as Aliases and even being called The Shroud has come up once or twice but when it comes down to nicknames one in particular has followed me to the grave and back, Emerald.
Gender: – I am very much a male.
Species/Race: – I am a Drow first and foremost and shall never forget my beginnings but to the surprise of my peers in the field of research I have chosen I now walk among the dead and drink from my victims’ blood like the vampire I truly am.
Age: - As to this day I am roughly 23 years within my undeath for the 159 I have lived while walking with the living.
Current Residence: - I travel, mostly, however I find that I spend most of my time resting in a small dimensional rift that a dear friend created for me when my plight and aversion to light became a bit extreme.
Job/Profession: – Some would say that I am a procurer of fine art but that would insinuate that I steal and pilfer what is not rightfully mine. I would more like to think of it as a constantly evolving business arrangement. In truth I only took up the ‘traders’ lifestyle so that I could see the world instead of staying down in a dark oppressive cavern were the only fresh air one can get is death itself.
Title: - Lord Istzyr of Silken Inn.
Allegiance/Alignment/Clan(s): – Whoever or whatever suits me I suppose. If someone asked me what my moral alignment was I would have to say that I am True Evil. I have no clan to call my own.

APPEARANCE
Height: – I am 5’7”
Weight: - 212 pounds
Build: - Light yet muscular.
Eye Color: - Emerald Green.
Hair Color: - Silver White.
Handedness: - Ambidextrous.
Skin Shade/Color: - Ebony.
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - I have several scars that run down my back from the days before my rebirth if that is what you want to know. I do not have any tattoos or piercings as lucky as I may be.

MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - I am not one to turn away from love or affection but I am one to deny it to others or even completely ignore them if I see fit.
Sanity: - Sanity is only relevant for those who are asking. I am completely sane when it comes down to it.
Friends: - None at the moment.
Likes: - I am a being of fine and exceptional tastes and as such only the best of the best will do. What I do not know when it comes down to those nice things I take exceptional pride in it.
Dislikes: – Low quality items and poor company are my only dislikes. I assure you if you mix the two of those I would have to correct that little problem.
Hobbies: - Reading of course but what kind of man would I be if that was all I took up. I am a painter at heart and have commissioned many portraits over the years before I finished off my subjects in a bloody mess of heat and passion.
EQUIPMENT
Weapons:
– Lame De Mort- Not a simple tool used for farming for those who actually can claim that they have seen the dreaded scythe but a weapon of such fear that it was named for not only its versatility but its cutting edge. Lame De Mort when used in the hands of its owner at first appears to be nothing more than a pair of thin metallic wings that sit respectively on any creature of the nights back but this is only a ruse as they are as sharp as any weapon. Lame De Mort grants the ability to control all bladed weapons that its wielder throws allowing them to stay in the air and even stay in one place if it is willed. The wings that the scythe provides allows its master to fly.
-Valse sans effusion de sang- Not many can claim to have control of the power of their own blood as a weapon but Istzyr was blessed with this rather unique and deadly ability. Along with his minor manipulation of the shadows around him this drow can create real after images of himself and even use his blood like it was a deadly acid or to create portals or solid masses.
-Griffes du Démon- Istzyr normally does not show them but he does have razor sharp claws that have been known to extend up to three feet at the most. His nails are as sharp as diamonds and with his vampiric strength he has shattered many a thing in the past and present.
-Le charme morts- It is said that vampires have the ability to subtily manipulate the mind into believing something else. This is no different when a simple smile is given and those who it was directed towards have a sudden change of heart. This is a passive ability and is always active though not all are affected by the will of a vampire in the same manner as others.
Combat Attire: – The only form of Combat Attire I own is what I am wearing right at this bloody moment.
Accessories: – Besides all of my wealth I have acquired over the years there is not much to say that is noticeable. However if I find something I will be sure to let you know.
Miscellaneous: – Nothing at the moment of course.

So begins...

Istzyr Baenval's Story

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Istzyr Baenval looked up at the scene above just to ponder on this event a little but decided not to bring it up if any conversation were to flock his way. Instead of responding to the girl who did not take his compliment so well Istzyr made his way slowly over to the woman and her pearl locket only to offer a mock bow and a smile that would charm even the most hell bent cur one could imagine into liking the drow. "You are a lady who appears to be in need of assistance that only I can provide. I am an acquirer of fine things and interesting tales." The drow tightened his grip on the head of his cane only to shake his head and laugh a bit. "Forgive me but I have forgotten to introduce myself, how very rude of me, I am Lord Baenval."

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Oh, yes. The stage was being set quite fabulously this evening, Zosimos mused. The glittering eyeballs over head didn't bother him too much, in fact he quite enjoyed the chill it sent up his spine.

"Of course," Zosimos snapped his fingers, a vampyric waiter carefully picking his way through the crowd towards them. "Which lovely lady indeed," He mused as well, for there were many present.

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Kumatora shook her head a bit in an attempt to clear her mind. This is... really freaking weird. Spotting Zosimos nearby, she started to make her way to him. "Hey... uh... is that... ya know... normal 'round here?" she asked, gesturing to the sky.

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The wallflower's eyes flashed a yellow-green at the girl who created a fireball, but her eyes didn't linger longer than a few moments. Almost immediately, her gaze was pulled toward the ceiling of the building, pushing back into the wall further in fear of the cracked pieces of ceiling. She stared curiously, her hand clenching harder around her locket out of fear. It was the only possession she would sacrifice everything for, and as the starry night morphed into a sea of twitching eyeballs, she became almost breathless with panic. Her body trembled slightly and her eyes grew wide as she slowly inched across the wall, her footsteps almost silent.

However, her attempt at escaping was cut off before her mind even registered it was happening. She glanced at the approaching drow with mixed fear and curiosity. She matched his bow with a quick curtsy, her hand never leaving her throat. "A pleasure, Lord Baenval. I am Lucrais MacLagain. However, you may be mistaken, m'lord. I'm in need of no assistance, perhaps just some...fresh air." Her eyes drifted up to the nonexistent ceiling and she shivered visibly.

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"Thank you, my friend." Jude said to Zosimos, taking the wine glass filled with blood that the waiter had brought. "I believe I forgot to introduce myself. I am Lord Judas, heir of House Alvaris. But I tend to go by Jude for short."

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"Then might I suggest something along the lines of this?" The drow offered Lucrais MacLagain as he removed a rather gaudy ring off from his left hands ring finger only to reveal to her the craftsmanship of the ruby encrusted band and how it shimmered ever so slightly. "You are fearful of they eyes above but wear this and you will feel a calm that one would only expect while in their own home or with a friend." Lord Baenval did not wait for her to accept or decline his offer as he placed it within her hands and curled her fingers to form a fist that covered the ring protectively. "This Ball of Chaos would prove little to no fun if one was afraid for their safety, or even for their precious things, and it would wound me so if you did not accept this gift to enjoy the party."

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"Yes," Zosimos said to the young girl, gazing up again at the stars. "The Crawling Chaos watches over Verinotte Hollow, and the whole Cursed Wood. It is a blessing."

Then he turned to Jude, "My name is Zosimos, of the Sangue di Bistreo, and the Vankoryth Detente. You can call me Zosimos," He smiled. "Have you ever heard of the Detente?"

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Lucrais blinked at the drow and the ring several times before she felt the weight in her hand. She hesitantly opened her fist, examining the ring with masked confusion. She was not in the habit of accepting odd gifts from strangers, but her fear compelled her as much as the Lord's insistence. "Ah...Thank you, Lord Baenval. It is beautiful." She slowly removed her fist from the locket, picking up the ring and slipping it onto the pointer finger of her left hand. She was vaguely aware of her muscles relaxing as the trembling ceased. She took a deep breath and slowly blinked her eyes until she felt steadier. "I feel...very calm now, you are right. I appreciate your assistance, m'lord," she said, her voice steady and unfaltering.

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"I only wish for those within to enjoy themselves Lucrais MacLagain and it would be terrible dull if every soul within this party was scared out of their wits." The drow jested a bit only to turn his attention quickly to the other patrons as if searching for someone or something in particular before bringing his gaze right back to Lucrais. "Is this your first time experiencing something like the aberration above or whatever it is?"

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Lucrais slowly brushed the strands of loose hair behind her ears again before folding her hands in front of her and slowly looking around the room again. She didn't allow her eyes to stray to the sky, not wanting to see it at all, for fear that her anxiety would come rushing back. "I suppose you are correct. A certain amount of fear may be healthy, however, m'lord." She once again turned her attention towards him. She began to take in his appearance, slight curiosity awakening as to his interest in her. "Yes, I suppose it is. I don't think I've ever seen something quite...like that. I'm but a newcomer to these parts, in fact. This entire ball has been something...remarkable, Lord Baenval."

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Daemala suddenly swept to the center of the room.

"Attention please! Everyone! The Intermediate Waltz is about to take place in the Alfarsi Gallery! Please, all who wish to partake in the circular festivities, come forth into the Gallery and assemble yourself into a large circle."

With that, Daemala swept into the Alfasi Gallery. Her elegant amethyst ballgown shuffled along with her, high ponytail of raven hair falling down the woman's back as she passed through the large, glass doors.

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Another person with a walking cane appeared within the room and this resounded with Istzyr to make a mental note as he should have brought an umbrella or something other than the crystal cane he carried as of right now. It did not matter though as Lord Baenval simply turned his attention once more back to Lucrais MacLagain only to smile and offer her his hand. "Fear not for I shall not allow any harm to come to such a beauty as yourself. I myself am somewhat of a stranger to these lands but with the wealth I have acquired and the knack for knowing when my time is up I have survived and prospered." Istzyr spoke only to smile and heard of the announcement just to then glance towards the large glass door. "Would you care to dance with me Lady MacLagain?"

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Zosimos nodded, hearing Daemala speak.

"It is alright," He stated to Jude, "We can discuss things later. Come to the Castle Vankoryth at any time. If you need a room for your evenings spoils..." Zosimos grinned, "The Mint and Sage will have one in your name. Consider it a...pre-perk."

With that, Zosimos followed after Daemala.

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Lucrais smiled back slightly and gently placed her hand in his with another partial curtsy. "I sincerely appreciate your concern, Lord Baenval. I'm not incapable of defending myself, but it is a burden off my mind," she replied, her voice and mannerisms becoming warmer towards him. "I am no lady, m'lord, but if that is no hindrance to you, I do believe I know the steps well enough." Her cheeks flushed slightly, modesty in her statement. She was not sure if she'd somehow led him astray as to her social status or if he was simply being polite, but for some reason, she was nervous of his response. A small warning nagged at the back of her head for the out of character reaction, but she pushed it to the side.

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Istzyr Baenval took her hand and led Lucrais Maclagain to the dance floor where the others where heading. "Do not worry as I am sure you are a marvelous dancer."

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Istzyr Baenval stepped into the room with his dancing partner only to smile at her and the others. This was a party after all why not have a little fun while scoping out the possible business opportunities.

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Lucrais followed Istzyr's lead, glancing about the change of scenery with masked interest. She could smell the alcohol from across the room, but switched her attention back to the Lord. She mentally went over the steps a few times in her head, convincing herself she could remember enough to follow his lead. She hadn't danced properly in decades, but she still felt the imprint of movements on herself. She waited patiently for the waltz to begin, simply glancing around while lost in her thoughts.

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"Is everyone paired up?" Daemala called to the crowd.

The orchestra began to playa waltz. The music rose high above everyone, infectious for the band was supernatural. The circle of guests, when it was ready, would begin their waltz. The circle would being to rotate as people paired off and danced.

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Istzyr Baenval instinctively took Lucrais by the hand and brought her close to him as he pulled her into the waltz. Regardless of how she danced Istzyr would compensate for her and only smiled at her with his white teeth. There was something charming about this dark elf and like the music he to was infectious to others who looked upon him and his grin he offered.

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Lucrais placed her left hand upon his shoulder, quickly falling into step with him. She remembered now, the last time she'd waltzed...She'd stolen that man's soul only a week later. Her expression almost fell into a frown, but she met his eyes and found him smiling. She smiled back gently, but her eyes slowly softened as she remained staring. He was...such an interesting person. She'd never met many drows, but he was certainly kind, respectful, and had a certain charm. There was a tugging at her mind, but again she ignored it. Dancing again after so long was liberating, especially with a partner that led so well.

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Daemala and Zosimos joined hands, moving elegantly to the music and along with the crowd. They shuffled along at first, falling into a rhythm. After a few minutes, an interior ring of waltzers would become prominently independent of the now exterior ring. These dancers most certainly knew what they were doing, the ladies falling into dips and walking in twirls.

"Such a lovely evening," Daemala noted to Zosimos, who smiled in return.
"Certainly," He said, looking around at everyone, "A pity Casren could not come."
"A pity many others couldn't come," She tacked on. Zosimos let go of a single laugh.

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Dakida nodded a bit at that."As you wish." He then walked off to another part to sit in a nearby chair. Watching the rest of the dancers just have fun with it. It figures that no one would want to dance with him. After all he didn't really know anyone. Suddenly feeling out of place in all of this. His eyes silently watching the rest of them. Feeling almost completely alone now. However his expressions wouldn't reveal that. Putting on the mask of a smirk on his face as he tapped his foot to the music.

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"You are truly a marvelous creature Lucrais as such elegance is a rarity that many do not covet these days." Lord Baenval spoke only to keep his eyes upon her noting her mood but instead of pressing on the drow simply continued to smile and placed her into a dip. "I do hope you are having a splendid time. Many would find the company of vampires to be a bit overwhelming and considering this entire establishment from my understanding is ran by them I figured I would ask."

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Lucrais blushed slightly. "I suppose I still cling to ideals of an older time, and such elegance may be merely my mask." She continued to smile back, eyes half-lidded and her mind in a gentle fog." She followed his lead, dipping quickly. "Ah, I do not mind them overmuch. I am as much a creature of darkness as them. Their presence is more comforting than disconcerting. I do not judge them and they do not judge me. I...must confess, it is a little overwhelming, this place, but I think I'm becoming used to it."

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The eyeballs overhead glistened as the song changed. It was, of course, another waltz. This one was solely piano, causing the style of dance to become less frantic and more elegant. Daemala twirled to the music with a laugh, Zosimos grinning over her.

"Why is Dakida alone?" Daemala mused aloud as he pulled her in from a spin.
"I know not," Zosimos stated, "It most certainly isn't because he is lacking in the looks. Perhaps he prefers not to dance?" Zosimos spun her out again, snapping her back and into deep backwards bend. Coming up, she caught a whiff of blood, and smiled.
"Chaos," Zosimos purred.