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Kristan Veillon

Kristan is an illegitimate Lessard who holds his mother's family in high esteem for not abandoning him like his father.

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

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An up and coming family that seeks to spread its influence. As individuals they have their own goals and desires for the family and Wing City, but as a group, power is the name of the game.
Citizens of the Lutetian City State of Issunar

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Name: Kristan Veillon.
Age: 17.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human, by all accounts. Though technically, and unbeknownst to him, he is something of a Dhampir.

Appearance: Slim, tall, pale, with charcoal hair and grey-yellow eyes. Kristan has various strange physical characteristics opposed to most other 'humans', including the fact that Kristan doesn't cast a shadow when stood in the light; light seems to penetrate him as though he is not present and similarly he has no reflection in a mirror. Thankfully, most people are unlikely to nice this and those who do are nothing more than passing strangers who are are unlikely to encounter him again.

Personality: Young and somewhat naive, Kristan never-the-less exudes a calm and respectful attitude to members of the Lessard family, since they are all that he has. He holds a particular hatred for the father who abandoned him and his mother and similarly scorns any man who has tried to be a father-figure since. His mother is currently the most important person in his life, who he seems adamant to care for at all costs.

History: Kristan is the child of Aimee Veillon, herself a daughter of Lalana Lessard and Dominic Veillon. As a young woman, Aimee left her family for an unknown reason and soon after she met the man who would become Kristan's father. This man, known as Kovalenko Slava, charmed and seduced her into becoming his lover and she stayed with him for a little over a year, during which she became pregnant and gave birth. Soon after his birth, Kristan's father apparently abandoned them, forcing his mother to return home to her family where they were accepted back, though Kristan was seen as illegitimate. Still, his childhood was a relatively happy one, where he learned the arts of combat, language and history. He currently has no particular goals in life, other than to survive and ensure his family's prosperity.

So begins...

Kristan Veillon's Story

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Kristan's music was exploding through his earphones. The heavy sounds of rock and disturbed lyrics were so loud they could be heard by those he passed in the street, which made walking around a surprisingly dangerous activity when one considered the traffic. He was constantly bumping into things and people when he chose to turn around in order to randomly rearrange his course, or just to avoid people he thought he recognized and knew he didn't like.

He wasn't supposed to be out on his own. He wasn't an adult, he wasn't a man. Though almost eighteen, he wasn't there yet and thus was fully under the firm grip of control thrown at him by his mother, who would no doubt be at home, absolutely livid that Kristan had once again chose to skip a day of study in order to wander the streets and get away from home.

The streets weren't safe, he was always assured. He wasn't safe.

But the sight of the young woman in the long, red dress tripping into streetlight and crying out a name made him forget his troubles. He usually tried to act cool and completely unsurprised by strange events that went on around him; to the point of feigning complete disinterest and going on to ignore them entirely ... But he was also a teenage male, and Oriane wasn't exactly bad looking.

He took out his right earphone and peered at her. "Can I help you?"

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The blonde-headed woman threw her head back to look over her shoulder, spying Kristan. At first her eyes clouded over, her face flushed. "Ruben!" she cried, reaching her hands, coated in satin gloves, for his collar. They stopped short, then dropped. She drew back like a snake, hands over her mouth.

"Goodness! You're not Ruben. I am so sorry!" she cried, eyes wide in horror. "You look quite like my little brother and he's run off. He runs off all the time. You might have seen him? He looks like me, but he's a boy. It's hard to tell sometimes, though."

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"If he runs off all the time, shouldn't you be used to this by now?" He asked, music still blaring. "It's not like anything bad could happen to him if he's experienced, right? I could help you find him, but considering he looks like me, but he also looks like you, and we don't look anything alike, I'm not sure how much help I could be."

He dipped his hands into his pocket, then took out what seemed to be a bar of chocolate. He unwrapped the top, then took the first chunk into his mouth. "Though, I guess if you asked nicely..."

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"Experienced... I really don't know about that," Oriane mumbled, eyes meeting the ground. "You two are just about the same height, I guess. I just saw your face, but his eyes are blue. I really am sorry. I get in a panic." She managed a smile and clasped her hands together at her waist. In a second, she'd calmed down.

"If... would you help me? If you see him. I tend to get looked at wailing like a crazed woman, especially on my own."

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"Sure, I guess I'll help. It's not like I have anything better to do."

He took his other earphone out, then pulled the portable CD player from his jacket and hit the off button. The music stopped, adding a little more quiet to an otherwise chaotic meeting. "I should probably just follow your lead, since I imagine you already know where he might go.. Now that he's run off and all. And with someone else, you won't look quite as insane."

He dipped his hands into his dark trousers, then pulled out what was unmistakeably a flip-knife. "Just in case," he made sure to say, before getting accused of anything.

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Oriane's hand came up to her lips when the flip-knife made an appearance, but she scolded herself inwardly for being surprised. Lacing her fingers together behind her back, she nodded. "Alright. I doubt there'd be much crime this time of day with so many people around, but... I suppose precaution is best."

She turned around, then began to walk down the sidewalk, slightly hurried in her pace. "Oh, your name! And my name. We didn't have a reasonable exchange- I'm Oriane. Ruben, my brother, shouldn't have gotten far. He... he's just been wandering around the entrances to the catacombs lately. Taken a bit too much of a liking to our colorful... history."

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"I never leave the house without it," he assured, taking a few pretend stabs into the air, though the actual blade was still tucked inside the hilt. "Too many muggers and violent psychos out here, you know."

He began to follow her, keeping his eye out around them for anyone who looked even remotely more suspicious than they did. "Kristan Veillon," he replied, "but you can call me pretty much whatever you want. I don't really mind. I've been down the catacombs once or twice... It's a little dangerous. I didn't go far because I kept hearing things, so I always came back out again before anything knew I was actually down there. Probably just homeless people, but it's better safe than sorry."

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"I can't imagine why any homeless would be in there!" exclaimed Oriane. "It can be so dreadfully quiet. Frightening. Things running around. Do you understand how many necromancers go down there and make mistakes? Not all of those bodies are a few hundred years old."

Her tone was that of a concerned guardian- not just for her brother, but a warning for Kristan, as well. "I wouldn't go down there again if I were you. There are many things down there a knife wouldn't do any good against. The Society are the only people I'd trust to scope that place."

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"I'm seventeen years old," he revealed. "My family won't even consider me a man for another two weeks, and until now they barely tell me anything, much less about a shady sounding organization like 'The Society', so I have absolutely no clue who they are."

He kept walking. He was sure there was a catacomb entrance somewhere nearby, but he had never seen it himself; never used it. That was probably where they should start looking, though, so as he moved he kept an eye out for where the entrance might be.

"I don't know anything about any necromancers, either. All I know is that I'm the only person I know I can rely on."

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"How is it you don't know about any of them?" piped Oriane, her eyes wide. "Are you new to Lutetia, perhaps? There's necromancers everywhere. The Society is deeply, well known around here. If you've got a problem that the police can't take care of, you go to them. Or they come to you. I'm not really sure they let a lot slip out from under their watch. I've been told that they're very meticulous. I suppose they have to be. Werewolves and ghouls and other nasty things... always around here."

Oriane traced her fingers along the side of a building, hand bobbling up and down as she walked. "This city's old as dirt. Makes sense that nasty things still linger. A young boy like you shouldn't be wandering around alone, that's for sure. There's always someone else to rely on."

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"My mother shelters me a lot," he replied with a casual shrug. "But from what you're describing, I can see why she wouldn't want me to know about them. Probably doesn't want me getting into any trouble... She's very protective, very... Suffocating. I've spent most of my life shut in a house with books to study and a world I can see over the wall but aren't allowed to explore. It's why I sneak out so much; I'm sure you can understand that."

He kept his head on a slow, casual swivel. Several people seemed to give them glances, but as far as he could tell no-one was paying them too much attention. "And I'm not a young boy. In two weeks I'm eighteen years old, which makes me a legal adult in the eyes of my family, with all things locked away in childhood opened to me."

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Oriane frowned, letting her gaze drop to the ground as he spoke. "Well, yes, I suppose I can. But I feel awful for admitting it, I do. I absolutely hate to think I'm doing him such an injustice. But not telling you about it all... that's something different entirely."

She stopped right at the end of the street, right before a series of alleyways. "A legal adult, hmm? A man. Do you feel ready to give the world outside a go? I suppose that's why you're out here now, isn't it? Checking the battlefield before you run in."

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"You don't have to tell me anything, it's none of my business. But I can't figure out why you're talking to me like I'm a child. I mean, how old are you? 22? 23? You're not that much older than me, you know! As far as age differences go, I'm quite sure my father was at least 10 years older than my mother, and I don't suppose he treated her like a child."

That was about the only information he had on his father. The age difference and a general description of "you look like him"; he never bothered to ask for more because as much as he wondered, he had never been part of his life and was almost certain to never enter it again.

"Though yes, I guess I am testing the waters. I'm sure I'll be fine, though, considering my grandfather taught me everything from how to block a punch to where it's safe to stab someone without them dying."

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Oriane threw her head back in a laugh. Really, it's like she wasn't looking frantically for her brother or anything.

"I'm a lot older than I look!" she chimed, turning around to walk backwards across the street, grinning brightly at Kristan. "After all, the body's age isn't the only one to take into account, yeah?"

She spun right around again, arms outstretched, and meandered into the alleyways. She rounded a corner, just out of Kristan's sight, but continued to speak to him.

"You really shouldn't be concerned about stabbing someone and worrying about them dying. If you're going to stab someone, you better be ready for them to die. You better be ready to kill them for a good reason. I said it before. There's nasty things out there!"

Should Kristan turn the corner, he would see Oriane sitting on the steps to one of the entrances to the catacombs, locked by a steel gate. There was a hat on her lap, and a pout on her face.

"He came by this way and left this by no coincidence. I know it."

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"Can't be that old," he muttered, not entirely sure whether to believe her claim. "Anyway, it's just for self defense. It's not like I go around purposely looking for things to stab, or anything like that." Except he kind of did. The idea of getting into trouble fascinated him.

When he turned the corner, he looked at the entrance to the catacombs and then down to the hat on her lap. "Well, he came this way, didn't he? How did you find it? If it was all neat-like, chances are he wasn't kidnapped or anything. Anyway, we should probably go inside and find him."

As he passed under a light, directly in her view, she might notice a curious thing - he had no shadow.

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"That's the thing, isn't it? He's such a careful boy. He wouldn't just leave things for me to find," she sighed, getting up from the steps. "I don't know what is going on."

She reached toward the gates, pulling them forward gently. "To be quite honest, we shouldn't be going down here. Not because its dangerous, but in general its frowned upon to trespass. Not really much choice in the matter if I want to find Ruben, I suppose."

With a gentle pull, the gates squeaked open. A sigh blew in from the catacombs, bringing with it the stench of a thousand rotting bodies.

"Ready?" asked Oriane, smiling. She reached into a pocket within the folds of her gown, drawing out a small pouch.

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"If something's going on, we can handle it. You're more than you seem, I can tell that just by being near you. As for me, I can move pretty fast and I have a switchblade," he assured her, as he held his breath for the initial wave of stink and then stepped inside to the dank.

"Always keep the one with the most worth in the rear," he repeated from the many histories and books he had read over the years, making sure to step out in front and lead the way. At least if something grabbed him, she would be able to do something. If something grabbed her, they were probably going to be both fucked.

"Let me know if you see anything."

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Loredana watched as the two seemed to think there was something in front of them. They were both quite scared, but something felt odd, she couldn't quite tell what exactly the male was. Was he Human? He certainly looked Human but... Something was telling her other wise. Anyway, she became quite amused by the two and watched as the male decided to play Hero only to find there was nothing there, oh how it was hard not to laugh.

Well, jokes on her as the male turned around to look behind the two and carelessly she was standing there confidently in the open. "Oh. Well this is embarrassing." She commented, remaining where she stood. Her right arm folded, hugging her side loosely as he left elbow leaned on her arm, she lazily cupped her chin with her index finger and thumb as she started to study the two, looking them up and down. Now that she could get a better look at them from the front. Loredana was a bit lost for words, she stood there looking so confident in her self and yet, she had failed to do something so simple, got distracted so easily and became so careless of what she was doing. "I'm not usually like this I can assure you." As if they were now judging her on some sort of stalking performance, oh no hopefully she didn't get 4 out of 10, that would be dreadful. How silly.

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Oriane's knees quivered like they'd experienced an earthquake. Her gloved hand dug into the bag of salt, but she halted, deciding not to pull any out just yet.

"W-who are you? Did you just wander down here, too?" she asked the woman that was now in front of them. "It's... it's not safe down here, you know! There's... necromancers and corpses and rats..."

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"This is too weird to be a coincidence," Kristan said as he held out his pen-knife, somewhat pathetically he was sure she thought. "She must have followed us down here.. Or found us.. Which meant she was down here already. But why?" He kept it held as steady as he possibly could, but definitely wasn't a stalwart warrior with a big, muscular arm to act like rock.

"What are you doing down here?"

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Loredana brushed off any dust that may have formed on her clothing and adjusted the large collared cloak of sorts. A small grin formed on her face as she looked the blonde female in the eyes with her own red eyes, tilting her head to the side as she asked many questions. And also stated how it wasn't safe and that there were necromancers, corpses, rats "and Vampires perhaps." She was teasing now. She didn't know why but seeing a Human look so uptight and frightened gave her a rush of energy, perhaps it was that instinct in her.

"What am I doing down here? Sweetie what are YOU doing down here." She returned the question. Surely it was a bit cliché to encounter a Vampire in such a place, she would go off that. But to find a Human or two down here, not very likely. "What business would a beautiful, young lady and a handsome young man have in a place like this hm?" As her eyes continued to study the two in the dim light, not that light mattered, she began to think of the possibilities for the two being down in a place full of dead. "Oh please if I was down here for you two I would have attacked you a while ago. I'm simply exploring. Perhaps the two of you are doing the same? Although this isn't exactly a number one tourist attraction now is it?" Loredana began studying her surroundings a bit more now, listening out for any other movements, she felt there were more beings down here than the three of them. "I guess you might say I got a little curious as to where the two of you were heading. Or maybe you're both just into dead things hm? Is it exciting to go into spooky places that are dark?" She was mocking them now, or at least mocking the Human cliché of wandering into scary places for the fun of it.

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Oriane squeaked. Her whole body stiffened, her eyes grew wide, one hand flew up to her mouth. She suddenly became so pale she might as well have been a fresh corpse in the catacombs.

"We... we... looking for my brother," she stuttered, voice quite a few octaves higher than it had been before. "He... he's lost in the catacombs... have you seen him? I..."

She backed up toward Kristan, the hand pressed against her sternum visibly shaking. If only she had known what Loredana was- she might have fainted! "I don't know... why a vampire would be down here, though..."

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"Like she said, we're looking for her brother. He's lost down here, or something," Kristan said, brushing long hair back behind his ears and narrowing an eye at the mysterious lady stood down the tunnel. She seemed quite the femme fatale, but mostly friendly. Besides, there were two of them and one of her and if she did try something, they would be able to overpower her in all likeliness. He pondered the situation for a moment, knowing that the addition of another lovely lady would make his day a little brighter.

He wasn't exactly a big womaniser, but he couldn't deny their effect on him. "You can come with us, if you like," he offered, before he realized exactly what he was saying.

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Loredana could almost see the female's heart beating so hard against her chest from where she stood, she was most certainly afraid. Hm, she had thought people were used to this kind of thing, perhaps she had to remind herself not everyone had been living as long as her. She did make a good point though, a Vampire wouldn't exactly need to be in such a place, there would rarely be any people to feed off, guess it could be a place to hide from enemies, it was a labyrinth of death after all. "Ah I see. Your brother huh? I assume he has similar qualities to you then, shouldn't be hard to spot in a place like this. What a foolish boy to wander down here though." Then again, he could be anywhere, although he would stand out, where would they even begin to look? Would aimlessly calling out his name even be helpful or would it just attract unwanted foes that could be lurking. She tapped her index finger lightly on her lips as she began to think, continuing to study the two more.

"Hm, yes I think I will accompany you both. I will still get to explore unfamiliar grounds and also see if you both end up finding this boy, or man. However surely a man wouldn't be so daft to enter this kind of place." Loredana was simply assuming now based on general knowledge that this brother was a younger brother, a young boy perhaps. She did need some people to trust her in a place she had never been to before, it was better to make friends than foes, although she wasn't very good with people she'd have to try. At least she was convinced she would be quite a big help on their little quest to find this younger brother in such a dark place. She obviously had different strengths than a Human. "So, what's this brother of your's name?" Her crimson eyes shifted to gaze at the blonde as she questioned her. Although she didn't really think much of it, she was surprised how calmly the male spoke and acted towards her, and also how casually he seemed to have offered her to accompany them. Perhaps he was one to take people like her lightly and not react so shocked, maybe encountering someone such as herself was common in these parts.

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Orianne shot Kristan an incredulous gape. He didn't seem to fear this woman at all! She was so... sketchy! So... unpleasant in a way. Even so, Oriane couldn't be rude.

Defeated, she nodded. "The catacombs aren't the best place to get familiar with. I don't think anyone can navigate the whole place by memory. It's too big," she told Loredana. "But... but yes, perhaps another pair of eyes would be good. H-his name is Ruben. He's a bit younger than me. Seventeen, perhaps... not hard to spot. And... I'm Oriane."