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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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#, as written by Marcus
"Then I have done all that I can to make sure your time at this extravagant party is to your liking." Lord Baenval spoke just to laugh a bit and note the scent of blood in the air. However this vampire did not need to feed as he had done so the night before and many would not consider him to be a creature of the night as his appearance and scent did not match that of the dead. "As I said I am in the business of acquiring things and as such I have acquired a pleasurable time here this night for you." Istzyr jested as the dance changed and the music was only from a piano that was playing.

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Lucrais nodded her head, a thankful smile gracing her lips. "Yes, it has been a very relaxing evening, thanks to you and this ring." She fell into time with the new waltz easily, blinking as a scent assaulted her nose. She slowed down, almost tripping up once, before recognizing the direction of the blood. It was a...person? Who could have been so stupid as to have cut themself at a vampire-held ball? She glanced around warily, pulling back from the Lord's grip slightly. "Oh, dear..."

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#, as written by Marcus
"You seem distressed." Lord Baenval spoke rather plainly as it seemed he had lost the touch he had acquired when having a joyful time this entire night. Following his noes however Istzyr found his eyes upon the two young boys who where at the party. "One should do something about this before things escalate." the dark elf spoke only to pardon himself from his lady friend just to make his way over to the boys as he reached into his jackets inner pocket for something to help remedy the situation at present.

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Lucrais nodded slightly to the Lord, one hand slowly moving to brush her locket. She looked around herself and felt the tugging on the back of her mind increase at Istzyr's absence. She looked to the door back to the hall and sighed softly to herself. "And I was actually having a lovely time..." she whispered to herself. Quickly and quietly, she moved towards the exit, slipping off the ring and leaving it on a nearby table. She felt the tension of fear take hold again and she used it to fuel her stealthy exit.

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#, as written by Marcus
Istzyr Baenval produced a small vial that was marked with a single red ribbon only to offer it to the boys. "Pour this into the wound once you have taken him to a room separate from this so that he does not create a scene. This concoction was given to me by an old friend to help seal and heal wounds like this one. I would also suggest next time to have a bit more sense when it comes to playing with knives of any sort." The drow simply left the potion for the two boys to take as he turned to see that his dance partner had vanished and with this followed a frown.

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Zosimos and Daemala continued to twirl, the song changing yet again. The outer circle had more or less dispersed, leaving a die hard group of dancing individuals at the center. Over one on side of the Ballroom, many guests had assembled to mend a wound. Some of the more vampyric guests shot wanting looks, but none dared to strike.

"Ooh!" Daemala gushed as she passed under Zosimos's arm, hearing the change of music.
"Your favorite?" He guessed, falling away from her, then drawing in.
"But of course," She beamed, stepping into a twirl. They danced on for much more of the song, until a note was drawn out. It was here Zosimos swept Daemala into another deep bend. Her arm fell back, as well as her jaw, raven hair cascading to the floor between largely puffed sleeves. Many of the other dancers had taken this moment to strike poses, some extending far away from each other connected by simply their fingertips, others in deep embrace.

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#, as written by Marcus
Istzyr Baenval simply dusts himself off and leaves for the night as there are many deals to be made and very little time to do them.

The setting changes from Alfarsi Gallery to Verinotte Hall

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#, as written by Nevan
"Where is she?"
"I believe she is dancing, my Lord."
"Tell her to stop and to instead approach me, we have many subjects to discuss before I will allow her the freedom to attend the ball socially."
"Of course, Sir."

The smartly-dressed, glasses wearing man with no hair turned and left his ancient master, who sat in Verinotte Hall on what could easily be a throne. Kaine had no desire to mingle, or dance, but he was quite content with watching the others enjoy themselves.

His men were scattered around the room, all innocently enjoying the Ball in their own way, but each one of them kept in discreet contact with one another. It almost seemed like they were wolves, closing in on sheep.

The setting changes from Verinotte Hall to Tauvyr Tavern

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Pushing past the miniature dragon who was at the door of the tavern, and with little luck of going unnoticed for the night, Istzyr pushed his way into the empty establishment only to wonder how so many creatures of the night could be sleeping at such an hour. "What a bore." The drow noble muttered as he walked past several tables only to stop to admire the wine selection that was present remember older times when he would drink along with his brother before the accident occurred.

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Making his way into the tavern that housed more creatures of the night and other beings the drow made his way further into the establishment just to look over the selection of wine in wonder. "How interesting."

The setting changes from Tauvyr Tavern to Room of York

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#, as written by Marcus
The room filled with vampires and none yet the wiser of what was to come as a dark presence filled the room with what soon followed to be a rather handsome Drow in finery of red and white. The noble elf simply gripped the head of his rather strange cane only to tap the butt of it twice upon the ground and cleared his throat as he approached the vampires and their comrades only to offer a fiendish grin and a mock bow. "I am Lord Baenval and though I wish not to interrupt such fine business as this I feel as if it is my sworn duty to do as such."

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Nyarlathotep Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: General Yves Beauregard Character Portrait: Manik Chakor Character Portrait: Alexander (Alex) Character Portrait: Istzyr Baenval Character Portrait: Kat-Lyn Ember Mei
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Alexander listened. They were avoiding his suggestion of bringing in a Wild Card, from what he could tell. He didn't blame them, people tend to prefer to stick with what they know, even Vampires. At least the fact there was not much outrage if any towards the suggestion itself, as far as he could tell, meant it had a chance. The real question was who. What enemy could they get to help them, and not betray them. Who could they trust for this?

Alexander had an idea. But he was not sure about suggesting this one. Mostly because he had not heard anything about him in a long time, and was unsure about suggesting it because of how badly it might go. But he knew that this move would not have been predicted. Because the idea, in itself, would be impossible and insane. He was not sure even how to get him on their side, unless...

He kept the idea in his head, deciding it might be best not to mention it at this moment, though the fact he had some idea he was not sharing was not that hard to see. It wasn't obvious, but it was possible to tell. He listened to everyone, and then asked Zosimos "People we have trusted and who kept order are missing. We must take up these responsibilities, and together we must maintain what we have built, while hunting down those who wish to see us dead and what we have built destroyed. For our survival, for our progress..." he then turned to Daemala now. "For Casren".

Kaine's announcement of departure momentairily surprised him, but it passed. He was more focused on what was being said, and what was not. "So, we have leads to follow, people to find, and affairs to manage. I agree, we do need to get our shit straight. So, I ask, who will do what? You have decleared some of this already, and I will not deny the chance to find these people, but we can not do what we would be expected to do. I have suggested one way to add a wildcard, but we should all have some sort of wildcard. We can no longer stay confident our methods may work, or what we know is correct".

He looked at Zosimos now, his mind drifting back to that idea from before. I do not expect this idea will be popular, if I suggest it at all, it's risky and I don't even know if it will even be possible, but it is something they would not have expected, even with all of their planning and preparation.

Before he could ask Zosimos what he plans to do, this intruder appeared. "Who are you? Why do you interrupt this meeting!?" he asked, slightly ticked off.

(Sorry if I missed a tag, the last post made it impossible to tag all, but I think I got everyone here? Except Frederic, who never appeared on the tag list. O.o)

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Nyarlathotep Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: General Yves Beauregard Character Portrait: Manik Chakor Character Portrait: Alexander (Alex) Character Portrait: Istzyr Baenval Character Portrait: Kat-Lyn Ember Mei
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#, as written by Marcus
"Who am I? A silly question after I have already introduced myself as Lord Baenval, no matter though, it only makes this meeting with some of the more powerful members of this mock court a bit more interesting." The drow spoke only to keep his fiendish smile out in the open as he took a step forward allowing his cane to tap on the ground lightly as he began to look over the audience he held. "To those who know me I am simply called The Pretender, a speaker of many interests, and also The Shade. I however assure you that such names are nothing more than the fancy of simple men and women who have little to no education on the finer arts of acquisition and lordly affairs like those of you who sit here before me." Lord Baenval spoke with an air of confidence about him that few could muster in a situation such as this for his scent was not that of the dead and to those who could hear him the sound of what could be described as a working heart was vigorously pumping.

"More to the point however I speak for the demon lord Belphegore and a lone galactic being who goes under the name of Shabot-Urn. It appears to me that a certain sapphire ring was placed in the care of a lone boy in sight of one of your vampiric guards and I wish to retrieve it in order to move onto other business that I have urgent business with. Aiding me will grant you both of my lords blessings and the boon of gifts that will flood your way will not go unnoticed."

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#, as written by Grahf
Noxize Deschain The black being flowed forth from it's place in the wall, the echoes of a psychic scream still rattling about in it's head- the awakening of the symbiote Legion in Wing City reached even this far. Nox had bad news for the vampires.

"Descorp is leaving this rock. We apologize for this disconnect of services. After the dark days pass we will return. Have a nice day."

A sound like that of a large pair of hands clapping sounds once...and Nox is gone. In moments the sound was echoed as each and every Descorp personnel member vacated the planet. Compact Rip-Gates allowing for instant transport back to the ship. Something bad was coming...if it scared off Nox and the rest of the Descorp. But what?

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Horrible news followed by horrible news. Zosimos could practically see the dominoes as they fell, ivory relics of a time long dead. The old greek grinned silently where he sat. The curtain on this act seemed to be falling. Falling, falling, and he didn't wish to fall with it.

As if on cue, the bottles lining the walls began to quiver. Tauvyr Tavern rumbled, what was going on outside? Daemala jumped up, pardoning herself and rushing through the door. Patrons were seemingly alarmed at the strange activities.

There was a techno-jingle. It was a phone, Zosimos's phone. He was mildly alarmed that it was ringing, but still he received the message. Zosimos looked around, bowed out, and hurried after Daemala. The message was surely troubling.

It was now Manik Chakur stepped forward, looking at the rings.

"Rings...It is rings that lie at the heart of all our strife..." His bloodshot eyes bulged as he spat the words, "The rings must be taken care of I agree, we must aide this man in his search for his sapphire ring," Manik bowed deeply to everyone, "For Casren."

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#, as written by Marcus
The city streets were bustling with the very odds and ends that Terra provided for those who were not accustomed to the idea of strange or otherworldly. However this was not the case for one particular individual as a dark skinned elf wearing all read and clothing from another era of time walked down the walk ways of the busy city only to allow his eyes to linger on certain individuals who held his interests long enough to be considered a mark. Istzyr was not known for making rash or welcomed advances on others but one woman in particular this night had caught his eye and Shabot-Urn knows she was searching for something of value and pride in her short and meaningful life.

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#, as written by Edelle
Laura had been strolling idly, enjoying the feel of the city at night. With each lazy step her shoes scuffed against the pavement. She'd wandered along the main streets, enjoying watching a small crowd file out of a movie theater, frowning as they dropped their empty popcorn bags on the ground. Her feet were beginning to feel tired, so she sat down on a bus stop bench,taking a moment to pick a small pebble out of the bottom of her shoe.
A practiced people-watcher herself, she learned to notice when others were observing her, and she was definitely getting a feeling that she was being watched.

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It was almost intoxicating to know that this one woman wanted something in life and it is what drove Istzyr to what he did best, besides other things. Slowly the drow would approach the woman allowing his rather odd looking cane to tap lightly on the ground while he examined her as if she was hiding something from his keen eyes.

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#, as written by Edelle
As the strange elf approached her, Laura merely glanced at him, not making eye contact. Instead, she looked at her shoes, the pavement, the bit of chewed gum stuck to the side of the bus shelter, but his strange cane caught her eye. She cleared her throat, but said nothing. She found his gaze rather unnerving, and an involuntary shiver went through her spine.

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#, as written by Marcus
Manners, something that always seemed to elude the drow whenever he was plotting something rather interesting for the night, and it was not even a couple more seconds for Istzyr to give a slight mock bow and a smile. "Forgive me for my intrusion but I could not help but notice that you are a person who has an aura of want and desire around them." The dark elf spoke only to gesture off the idea he had just spoken as if it had never even occurred at all. "Now do not misunderstand what I mean but I only speak of such a want that those who collect the finest things have about them. May I join you?"

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#, as written by Edelle
"Er- yes, I suppose." Laura stuttered a little, briefly making eye contact with the stranger, before casting her gaze downwards and resuming her intent observation of her shoes. An aura? She mused, What was that about?
She moved over on the bench a bit, checking her watch non-nonchalantly. It was getting late. Too late, in her opinion, for conversations with strangers.

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#, as written by Marcus
The drow took his seat next to her and placed both hands upon the head of his rather strange and eccentric looking cane only to look up at the night sky as some people passed by only to admire the stars that could be seen. "Yes my gut is telling me that you are a person who is found of fine things and beautiful sights. It is only natural for a lady such as yourself to want those things am I right?" Istzyr chuckled as he produced a rather odd looking business card that had his name written and a image of a dark rose along with some other contact information. "Let it be said that those who wait and wish for things are the lucky ones in life and I happen to be one of those people who can acquire things for a reasonable price. I have even been known to find lost and valuable things as well." The dark elf simply began to then shake his head as he was getting far to ahead of himself. "Forgive me I must be an oddity to presume that I can just simply step in for a conversation when the night is growing late and I am sure you wish to get some sleep."

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#, as written by Edelle
"No, no, it's okay." She said, taking the business card reading it carefully, "I... suppose I understand what you're saying." She paused to look up at the stars where the stranger was gazing. "I collect teacups. Vintage ones. It's a bit of an odd hobby, I know."
She glanced at the business card once again. "Your name is... Istzyr? It's a bit unusual, isn't it?" She asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

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#, as written by Marcus
"Teacups you say? No not unusual at all actually as the strangest thing I have happened to acquire was a rare species of bird for a man who wanted one of every single avian creature in the entire universe." The Drow simply leaned back a bit only to look at the woman with a bit of curiosity just to then hear what she thought about his name only to chuckle a bit. "Yes I suppose my name is not of the norm for most people here in Wing City but I assure you that my homeland that is very normal. One might imagine that people from other cultures might think you could have a rather strange name to if they were to sit back and think about it long enough." The drow jested a bit only to then wave off the subject like it was nothing.

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#, as written by Edelle
"So that's your job, then? You go around and find things for people, collectors and the like?" Laura was intrigued and turned to face Istzyr, tilting her head to the side a little, "Sounds exciting. You must be well-traveled. I've never even been outside Wing City."
She swung her feet back and forth, and the soles of her shoes scraped against the pavement.