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Lazarus Bloodwheel

They say that the very sky cried blood upon his entry to the world. Then again,He was born moment's before the great war.

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

Description

Lazarus Bloodwheel

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: - Lazarus Bloodwheel
Alias/Nicknames: - Reaver, Steel Reaper
Gender: - Male
Species/Race: – Theranen,Vampire
Nationality: – Theranen
Birth Date: - First Day of the Blood Harvest
Age: - 26
Zodiac Sign: - Scorpio
Descendent(of): - Behemoth Theronguard
Current Residence: - Castle Vankoryth,Haverous Bog
Job/Profession: - Unemployed
Title: - Reaver of the Blood Harvest
Allegiance/Alignment: - Theranen, The Detente.

APPEARANCE
Height: - 8'1ft
Weight: - 97kg
Build: - Heavily Muscled
Eye Color: - Amber/Red
Hair Color: - White/Black
Handedness: - Ambi-Dexterous
Skin Shade/Color: - Blood-Red/White
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - Several large scar's across his torso and forearms
Description: – A tall and imposing figure,his eye's glow a deep red.He stand's to be a lightly armoured opponent,however the armour is of mysterious make as it seems to be simply grey bandages and a black tattered material,and judging by it's faint blood red aura it is not simply cloth The armour is decorated by well-spaced flesh-piercing teeth around the edges and his Right leg is covered in black and intricate tribal tattoo's. He wear's nothing upon his feet and his long-black hair seem's to be eternally interesting to him. All this is a recent change from his Blood-Red skin and his eternally armoured body. Apparently he likes his old hunting armour better then last set of armour his clan gave him. The only flaw it seems to have is the rather large whole in it,being that from his left shoulder to his left-hand's finger tips there is no bandages or armour. Leaving it upto his aura and Rishamel to keep it intact.


MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - Straight
Relationship/Marital status: - Single
Family/relatives: - All Deceased
Sanity: [u][i] - Insane
[u][i]Friends:
- None
Mental Skills: Fear inducement. His presence inspires fear into those with average or below willpower for apparently no reason.
Likes: - Blood,Alcohol,Women
Dislikes: - Angel's,Demon's,Elemental Magic
Hobbies: - Reading,Writing,Fighting
Personality: – Not much is to be said here, He is a mute being and so beyond being prone to blood-lust fueled slaughter he is a rather quiet being with few friends due to his silent nature. He can however write out what he want's to say and attempts to do so,however he is ussually ignored.

EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Lazarus has fondly named his weapon, Rishamel which in his language translates into Speed Demon. It is an incredibly fast and maneuvarable weapon that greatly increases in strength the more he and his opponents are injured. At it's peak of power the weapon releases three shockwaves of red energy that obliterate most thing's that they make contact with. The weapon itself is abnormally sharp and durable and leaves behind a trail of blood-red magic that act's as a secondary harder to detect set of blades. The Weapon can be split into two duel-wielded blades which can then be further stretched and combined to make a claymore,forked in the middle and razor-sharp on both sides.
Combat Attire: – Unchanged
Accessories: – His large right leg becomes more powerfull in accordance with how much blood is spilled,therefore eventually leading his kick's to be body-tearingly powerfull and as of late due to his vampiric strength,Even capable of felling small buildings.
Miscellaneous: – None

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – He either fight's using an Ethereal Aura generated around his limb's or his weapon Rishamel in an intricate and relentless flurry of attack's that seem to happen at random
Hand-to-Hand: – Ethereal Capoera
Weapons Style: – Rishamel's Blood Harvest
Special Abilities: – Various Blood related "Buffs" and a seemingly endless tolerance for pain. Giving him power and durability in combat. Vampiric Strength,Speed,Perception and the ability to almost teleport due to what can be reffered to in general terms as a flash-step.

STYLES OF MAGIC
Chant Magic: - Unknown
Rune Magic: - Unknown
Elemental Magic: - Unknown
Psychic Magic: – Unknown
Conjuring Magic: – Unknown
Enchantment Magic: – Unknown
Space/Time Magic: – Unknown
Arcane Magic: - Unknown

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – None
Family: – None
Known Languages: – Theranen,English.
Proficiency(Affinity): – Highly proficient in many weapons and Combat styles,Prefers Rishamel over all else.
Personal History/Background: - Unknown
Clans (Family Clan or Otherwise): - Clan of Theranen, Sub-clan of Bloodwheel, Sub-Branch of Blood Harvest.

Other: : Unknown

So begins...

Lazarus Bloodwheel's Story

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Sicilia Pavmovoti Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: LDA Agent Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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Kat remained quiet as she watched the Deminaught soldier make a run for it. She made a face before she shook her head and turned her attention back to Glendon.

"So you want us to take some kind of magical oath? One that lets you erase our Memory? Yeah not happenin'" She said, and like a switch her demeanor changed from friendly to bubbly, to serious as she took a step forward.

"I want to know exactly what you and your friends are up too." She said, as she produced a small silvery sphere from her jacket.

"This is an Antimana grenade, it broadcasts a pulse that disrupts magical energies, excruciatingly painful for mages and lethal to magical beings." She warned, as her thumb pressed on a switch that caused the weapon to give off a high pitched whine.

"I want to know all about your little terrorist group... it's.. a matter of national security." She said, taking a step back, firmly gripping the silvery sphere.

Her eyes never once left Glendon, but she made it a point to keep aware of her surroundings.

"Kat, Alpha Team is en-route, one millicenton." Her earpiece chimed.

"What kind of group would warrant you being able to read someone's thoughts and maybe erase their memory as some kind of safeguard?" She asked, her eyes darting back and fourth as she watched the patrons around her. She knew the rest of the team would be here shortly, and the entire bar would be locked down.

A moment later she withdrew her Disruptor pistol, and fired a single shot into the ceiling. The weapon emitted a brilliant green flash, sending a searing bolt up into the ceiling. The brilliant flash was followed by a deafening crack, splintered and smoldering wood and sparks showered on the group immediately following.

"Nobody move, I don't want any funny business!"

A moment later she leveled the weapon on Glendon.

"You're coming with me." She demanded.

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: The Valojelea Character Portrait: Sicilia Pavmovoti Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: LDA Agent Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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What Sicilia thought to be a quiet evening of enjoying the subtle bioluminescence took a sudden turn to for the adventurous side, something the Naga was not too keen on partaking in at this time. She'd let out a startled yelp as the discharging of a rather strange weapon shot through the ceiling, causing a crackle of the wood above. Her attention had become fully drawn to the woman holding a rather strange orb, as well as the weapon responsible for the Naga's startle. If not for being completely terrified of being shot, the Naga would have commented on the woman's brash course of action. Little did Sicilia know that the night was far from over.
Sicilia's rather inhuman auditory was suddenly bombarded by an overwhelming pitch. What would seem like a subtle high pitched whining was an ear drum shattering screech for her. Immediately she clasped her hands over her ears in hopes of shielding from the onslaught of noise. Despite her efforts to block it out, the sound still managed to slip through her fingers, eventually inducing a headache within the poor Naga's head.

"Gods... dammit, what is that horrid sound..." she muttered under her breath, having not taken an interest in eavesdropping prior to the sounds' appearance.

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: The Valojelea Character Portrait: Sicilia Pavmovoti Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: LDA Agent Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Valsaan Character Portrait: Glendon Maro Character Portrait: Misriah Character Portrait: Asheking Character Portrait: Vale of Ayabal
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Glendon looked at the woman at first as if she had gone mad then twisted his face into a more serious mask. He held up his hands firstly as if in surrender to the woman before he began talking. Though small tendril weaves of his magic spread from his feet wrapping around the members of the party that seemed willing enough to join the guild. The tendril sent to Asheking was laced partly with some of his magic that was sapped from him in order for him to appear whole at the end of the apportation given his current status. He even attached one of the weaves onto the man that was spouting about his kingdom to this woman earlier. He didn't know if he wanted to go or not but he figured it would be better off staying away from this lunatic of a woman before them. For the other patrons in the bar Glendon was at a loss to do much for the distance and his well was nearing dry.

"Now ma'am there will be no funny business or any terrorism as you call it. We are not some heretic group like your nation seems to.." Glendon was cut off from what he was saying rather quickly.

While he was in the midst of engaging the woman in speech his mind was rapidly viewing outwards of the bar on the planet Terra looking for a place to take them too. His mind rapidly spread through wing city and some woods. Then he found a place rather akin to his a name which he locked onto. His magic didn't flash in any manner or give off any outward bursts, the group simply blinked out of space in the bar which led to Glendon being cut off. The distance to this new place, The Hidden Glen, was enough to over exert Glendons powers but the travel through apportation would knock him into a coma like state for awhile upon their arrival. His calculations at best would have everyone intact but with possible gear or clothing missing upon the arrival.

The table would be left scant of any of them or any kind of portal along with it. Just leaving the woman and her whizzing mechanical device and the goo or whatever it was pouring into the bar.

The setting changes from gambits-bar to The Hidden Glen

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The group would appear as they had been sitting moments before in the middle of the bar, sitting or standing around the table as if they were still there. The momentary pause before they all clanked against the ground. Glendon would knock out cold as the group soon arrived with a few members finding themselves missing various items of clothing, possibly a weapon or small bag. The only individual to appear wholly in this grove would be Asheking who was given special attention due to his condition.

With Glendon knocked out and sprawled on the ground now at the mercy of the group, in which he was missing both of his shoes a sleeve of his robe and one of his bags. He was laid out rather disdainfully looking like a drunk who took a bad fall.

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#, as written by Sordin
Valsaan gathers himself up off of the grassy floor and examines his equipment, noticing with irritation that one of his gauntlets and various items that had been on his belt have vanished, he checks around and finds the thralls have followed and are intact for the most part though one of them is now very lacking in the limbs department and the others a showing worrying splits and tears. Valsaan walks over to Glendons prone form and prods it with his boot before turning around to everyone else who was teleported.

"Anybody else feeling generally alive and well? Only I'm a little worried about who might be following us. I'm not really sure of our current location so if its close to that bar we may need to beat a hasty retreat or at least make it to the nearest graveyard, that teleport took a lot out of my thralls. Literally."

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#, as written by duramon
Lazarus was surprised to be teleported away, and more than a little annoyed, by his teleporter. He was prepared to fight, to slash their assailant to pieces, although likely the action would have repercussions and result in his lack of employment once more. The Vampire bent down and picked up their host, slipping them onto his shoulder as if he were naught but a paper weight and listening to the Necromancers proposal, he held up his electronic pad as it buzzed to life.

"I've lost my weapon, but it shall return to me in time. If you wish I know of a perfect place, the Verinotte Hollow." It read, before buzzing out once more. He cracked his neck and rubbed his head, scratching at the long hair he'd yet to get used to even after all these years.

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Misriah grimaced at the events that were unfolding in front of her, the rising tensions between this Glendon and the strange woman with the...anti-mana grenade, was it? Although she was not entirely certain of the effects that such a device would have on her and her abilities, she had heard the term used enough to realize it would suppresss the magical abilities of those around her. So much for-

Eyes widened momentarily before Misriah crashed to the ground, bones cracking as they popped out of and then into their sockets from the jarring impact. Curses flew from her mouth softly as she maneuvered her body slowly around so that she was on her stomach. Scanning, she saw that the others were also down, except for the vampire. Touching her hips, Misriah sighed to find one of her axes missing, as well as a pouch with the only remaining money she had left.

Dusting herself off and then rising trembling to her feet, she breathed deeply to clear her system. Recovered, she examined the others in the group. Listening to Lazarus's offer, she grumbled, "No place else have I to go. To Verinotte Hollow or some other place, it matters to me not. Continue there we shall?"

The setting changes from the-hidden-glen to Tauvyr Tavern

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Aeson made his way through the door to this bar. He did not open the door but phased through it as if it was not a solid object at all. The mage stood momentarily in his white and blue garb the staff slung on his back and his face shrouded from his oversize hood. Aeson found a seat on fringes of the bar away from the more common folk. With the Seal of Ophiel still active on himself, he entered into his partial trance where he began scrying through the area and further looking for something, someone possibly.

With most of his power drained from his escape in Hell he was quickly drawing ambient magic that would hopefully not alert to many to himself as he recharged his well of magic.

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#, as written by Varden
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#, as written by Varden
Dyew was seated on a bar stool, listening to the various hubbub and hullabaloo of the other patrons. No one could really remember him entering or being in that particular seat before that moment in time, no one had just seen him appear out of thin air either. So it was that it could easily be assumed that he had come in the door and took a seat without anyone noticing him making an entrance.

He appeared to be a pretty normal looking guy with long black hair and a beard and mustache. He wore blue jeans, work boots, and a dark blue button down shirt, un-tucked with the top two buttons undone.

The setting changes from tauvyr-tavern to Room of Reason

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"Things have certainly changed, and like always this planet is going to shit," Zosimos indulged in the blood powder, too much to taste any good. Daemala's mouth dropped open at his words. He waved a hand and forgave her manners. It was true. There were too many military presences for anyone to be entirely relevant. Stocks were down, though war seemed to be up. Ridgecrest City was aflame, and Casren was nowhere to be found.

Which left Daemala in charge, which was certainly no good for their coffers. Ulrich Paternosta and Riesel Dracul slipped in with a child, who was upon closer inspection not a child at all. Zosimos sniffed the air. Who was that? That smell was familiar...

"We are hosting a ball," Daemala said firmly, glaring a hole into Zosimos, who pretended not to notice. She pulled a bundle of millennial pink envelopes from a fold in her dress and threw them on the table. There was enough for everyone in the Detente, and the pile seemed to grow by the second.

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Brett Vaelentine Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Catira Edrene Character Portrait: Timo Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Ix Blacklight Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Dren Character Portrait: Casper Harpert Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Maxime Trubois Character Portrait: Kenshin Hio Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Omega Delta Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Feron Fatemist Character Portrait: Terun Veillon Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Yamada michigana Character Portrait: Akio Revela
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Akio was sitting at the table, with his feet raised. If one were to ask why he was sitting there, he might say "Because it seemed fun" or "Because it looked interesting". Of course, whether it was the truth or not was all dependent. After all, Akio had a habit of being cryptic. His own name was technically an alias, but he never used his original name anymore so it became his official name. The vampire who appeared as a ten year old was typically hard to read, because sometimes he would act childish, and other times he would formulate advanced plans and stratagies.

He was a bit all over the place.

As he took one of the pink letters, he grumbled a little. "Pink? I mean, I know black would be cliché and all, so would red, but what about green? Or teal? Or purple with orange pokadots? Now that would be fun! Hehe".

Akio randomly mentioned some things as he held up the envelop. He considered the possibility of just changing the color himself with an otherwise useless color changing spell he picked up, but that might seem poor in taste.

Akio was completely disinterested in the wars, or the planet, so he did not bring them up. As someone who lost his home village, was kidnapped and turned into a vampire, and then lost the next place he had stayed at, Akio was not particularly attached to one place anymore. Although he did prefer places such as where he was now would remain, Akio could easily get over such a loss. However, one did not need to worry much about him, because he rather enjoyed the company.

Even if he was an oddball.

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Brett Vaelentine Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Catira Edrene Character Portrait: Timo Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Ix Blacklight Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Dren Character Portrait: Casper Harpert Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Maxime Trubois Character Portrait: Kenshin Hio Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Omega Delta Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Feron Fatemist Character Portrait: Terun Veillon Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Yamada michigana Character Portrait: Akio Revela Character Portrait: Horatio Sinclair Character Portrait: Dermot Whiting
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#, as written by TheHaze
A crunching sound came from the back of the room. It went on and off, pausing for a few seconds at a time and then resuming. Each time there was silence, a sense of hope was felt in the air, only to turn to annoyance when the sound came back. This went on for a new minutes, until a small sigh led to a pause.

“Really, Derry? Now, of all times?”

A handful of finger bones were put back in their pouch. The fellow eating them clacked his teeth to get the splinters out, looking faintly apologetic. The tone of his voice implied that he had explained the reason for his actions multiple times in short period of time, however, and that he was beginning to do it on reflex.

“Ate all the soft bits on the way over, boss. Got no time as of late for digging, seeing to your travels.”

A nod of acknowledgement. Without the sleeplessness of the ghoul, there likely would have been a lot more sun-related difficulties. How he managed to set up multiple train-rides to be night-only, he’d never really know. Getting the coffin booked as carry-on was something he’d hold over him for years. Still, a retort was required.

“Could you not have some of this lovely blood? I know you prefer it...brown, but it’s quite good, I can assure you.”

“Got my own drink, boss. Figure now you should focus on the...what is this, some type of meeting?”

Now it was his turn to look exasperated. The vampire watched his friend produce a musty bottle of something that smelled like ash, rubbing his temples.

“The Detente, Derry. I’ve explained this multiple times. You were the one who urged me to do this, godammit.”

“Boss, you’re getting a touch of rigour being cooped up in that crypt. If anything, this is getting you a free lunch. One that ain’t on me.”

“You know damn well why I’m in that crypt, you colossal ass.”

“Yeah. And now where are you now?”

“...Not in the crypt.”

There was the sound of very smug ghoul patting a very annoyed vampire on the shoulder, followed by the familiar sound of chewed bone.

“Eat yer blood, boss. Have some fun.”

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Akio was the first one to enter, for a very drastic change, but that was probably because he was the one who called the meeting in the first place. He plopped himself on his bean bag chair, and then had the floor it was sitting on elevate to give him a better position. He was not sure how many would show up to his invitation, given how although he was likely older then most of them, he was new to the group itself.

However, they had an incredibly important topic to discuss. The defense treaty for Terra. Although Akio himself was not really enthusiastic about it, and he was very distrustful of mortals and to be fair anyone, he recognized the...uses...this treaty could have. Mainly, about how they could be seen more as equals, and solidify their own indepedence more. If they allowed this organization to go on with out them, to protect all of Terra which included themselves without them, then Akio could see it being used to say that they were lesser then them, that they needed protection, that they had nothing to contribute.

That sort of thinking and plotting could undo a lot of the work they did, such as during the Chaos Ball, and that was something Akio did not plan to allow, at least not without a fight.

"We absolutely cannot let this go on without some input ourselves. Yes, the Detente either has to be a part of this treaty...or, we must destroy it from becoming a force that will be recognized..."

Of course, Akio had no intention of limiting himself to one solution either. He believed there were only two choices for the Detente. To support it and become equals, or to destroy it entirely and prevent the risk from ever forming in the first place. The question was, what would the other members believe?

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#, as written by Marcus
Louis Ancroft Vernon, The Prince of Montague's Gambit, arrived within the room wearing a sleek black Brioni suit with a red tie and accents to match his apparel and shoes. The vampiric lawyer simply dressed as was appropriate for someone of his station whilst looking with mild irritation at his peers who would arrive whilst keeping the majority of his ire in check as a cool indifference towards Akio Revela. Had his intentions not have been clear the last time he spoke to the majority within this room or did they simply forget or ignored the statement of wishing for this foolishness to end. Instead Mr. Vernon simply found his old seat and produced a few files to go over the legality of the situation before attempting to speak his ideals once more.

"I say we disband and allow the Masquerade to begin anew."

Louis finally spoke up regardless of whoever decided to listen. The obvious answer was to allow the entropy to take hold of what was present and begin again regardless of distractions or fears that the others might produce. The blood sucking lawyer simply brought his gaze around to each and every member who would be present only to collect his thoughts before speaking again.

"We are vampires, an undeniable truth, a majority of Terra and her inhabitants know of our existence only through the actions that we commit to here presently. I say we allow ourselves to fade from the public light and move to subtly change the directions of the political world around us......"

Louis paused for a moment to consider his next words only to take a needless breath and rise from his seat whilst resting his hands upon the table and leaning forward to look at his fellow councilors.

"Allow the Masquerade to come to fruition once more. Let humanity remember us only as a bedtime story to frighten their children into submission whilst we move among the shadows unseen and unhindered by the constraints of legal binding and pointless debate. I suggest that if we are to truly thrive we must consider how open we are to this world and public now and see how foolish it is to not expect any rogue with deathly intent to walk in here and attempt to kill us all."

Mr. Vernon simply frowned as he looked around only to then bring his cold attention over to Akio.

"Mr. Revela, forgive me, I have no intention of inciting a riot or creating an argument that would belittle your concerns of the current situation. In fact I pity and feel that this situation could have been remedied much sooner if my words had been listened to from the previous meeting. This is why I feel as strongly as I do about disbanding this sham and allowing things like ourselves to broadcast our intentions to the known public."

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"He has a point," Daemala had arrived. She sidled into her usual spot, snapping her fingers, a freshly corked bottle of Blud brought to her. It was, after all, her drink.

"The mortals could give a damn, and this planet is hell in a hand basket. I think it a grand idea to fade from the spotlight-"

"But what of Verinotte Hollow?" Interrupted Zosimos, his eyes glittering. Daemala shot him an incredulous look. She opened her mouth to rip him a new one when she remembered her tavern, and instead bit her lip. Her tavern was like a child to her, the patrons exhaustive and the business ho-hum. The money, though, and having the front which she did...

"Ah, yes. We've created a haven for those like us and now we seek to abandon it. How very..." He flopped out a hand, "Consistent to the nature of what we are. We create, we destroy. We are as walking gods except we can still ourselves be destroyed. Tell me," Zosimos turned to Luis, "How would you see this castle haunted? How would you propose going underground, when the very nature of everything we've done has been to raise our status to equality-though facing the facts we were never truly able to be equal, were we?" He hissed this last sentence in Daemala's direction. She herself was a vampyric supremacist, though she tried her hardest to deny it in certain company.

"If we're speaking politics," He continued, looking now to Akio, "Fading from the spotlight as being what we are may not be in our best interests. The discovery of subterfuge is all too common in the modern day. No, we must be clever. "

Zosimos grinned, and Daemala shifted in her seat. She took a long drink from her glass and considered the options. For her, fading back into the shadows might be as easy as a change of hair. Not many, other than her staff, knew what she was despite the looming implications. Her mind began to churn.

"Wha'bou' the Hollow? I reckon we can't just be comin' up as our own, yer sayin. Disband th'wholatha govrment n' just what?'" Ulrich didn't say much, but when he did, he had good questions.

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#, as written by Marcus
"I do not claim to know the answers."

Louis offered as he seemed to grow bored with this prattle. The vampiric lawyer simply stood his ground and crossed his arms only to look upon this foolish comity knowing that they had damned themselves the moment they all agreed to be public about their cursed lives.

"I just am simply pointing out that a Masquerade is in order. You allow our mortal kin to know about our locale and even weaknesses! You appoint yourselves as prideful gods who know little but claim so much. I simply believe we should step away from all of this. Return to our shadowy ways and step out from the spotlight before we risk our necks from the fanatical who have clearly been watching us prattle on like defenseless children."

He simply stood from his position and made his way out from this fop of a meeting. His words had been said and there was nothing else to add. He did however glance back to Daemala only to shake his head before taking his leave.

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“I agree with establishing the Masquerade again,” Said Reisel Dracul, “Though we cant simply slip underground, and our influence is too strong to deny us our place in history. Let us remain as we are, but protect those of us who have need.” He settled back into his seat, having spoken his truth.

“But wha of them evil forces being sensed throughout Terra?” Piped up Ulrich Paternosta, “E’er since that damn super-volcano, thingsve been esclatin wildly beyond our dear wood. Ive heard news of a plague, damnit! The Monks in tha there Shrine of Shrines have been relentless in they attempts to contack em damn thins. Should we be in a worry, or we followin the guidance o them damn crazy Monks and seek the alliance o this shit?”

“The more the merrier,” quipped Zosimos, “Assemble arms and prepare for the worst, Paternosta, if you see the need. We might receive compensation for the big poisoning at the Ball of Chaos for reputation damages. I’m still undecided as to come forth as a witness or not,” He studied his nails and looked around the room.

“Speaking of company, I’m throwing a dinner party. Strictly business, my blood. I’ll have no fangs lowered at the smell of the guests! If we are to survive this rock, more than survive, thrive on this rock, we must consider all options. After all, what is one monster to another?” Zosimos grinned.

“Is anyone from Lutetia coming?” Terun piped up with a bit of joy, hoping an old friend from the upper classes of two lifetimes ago would surface into his life again.

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#, as written by Sepokku
"Castle Vankoryth, ah yes. I trust the Conclave is already assembled in the Room?" Prince Lacroix didn't look back at his companion, eager to take his seat and get this part of Aslund under control. Castle servants saw his approach, hastily opening the large double doors that led to the Room of Reason. "My apologies for our tardiness, we ran into some unruly Kindred that were practically asking to be put down." Lacroix re-adjusted his tie while taking his seat.

The Prince's companion, a Justicar sent to ensure negotiations went smoothly, didn't bother to sit. Instead he stood behind the Prince, gazing at the assembled Kindred. "May I have a refreshment? I'm as famished as a street urchin missing both hands." Swan tipped his hat to one of the servant girls, directing his question towards Daemala.

Lacroix leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table and folding his hands together. "We're here because the laws that bind our society, the laws that are the fabric of our existence, are in disrepair. The Traditions are what separate us from savages. Lest we endanger all of our kind, the First Tradition of the Masquerade, needs to be enforced."

He paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to be measured, then continued. "The Detente, are powerful indeed, and it is due to this power that they cannot simply be left unchecked. My companion and I came here to make no threats, or to demand anything." A brief look was given to Ulrich, "We came here to have a civilized discussion, about the Camarilla and the Detente coming to an agreement, for the good of our kind. When that's over, we'd be delighted to attend your party Zosimos."

"Let's open a channel of communication," Lacroix moved a hand, beginning to lightly drum his fingers against the table. "The humans have become able to destroy us. Should they unite to eradicate us, the war could very well lead to our extinction. Aslund is threatened by our overexposure. The Detente should remain, yes. However they need to tighten their control over their peers. When rules in your territory are broken, I expect a Blood Hunt to be called. Fugitives have began to hide in your lands, knowing they needn't follow the Traditions. The powers that be are beginning to worry the impact this will have on our society. The Detente are more than capable of executing these fugitives."

Swan nodded, and said with a growl, "Detente, Thoughts?"

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"A Blood Hunt, for rule breakers," Ulrich smiled, always the lover of blood hunts.

"I will not be controlled. I am not a fugitive and I will not hide myself within my own territory!" Daemala scoffed, earning a sardonic look from Zosimos. She glared back and the two stared until Zosimos rolled his eyes towards Lacroix.

"The Masquerade serves it's purpose, as the Detente serves it's purpose. I see no reason why the two cannot exist with a symbiotic bond," Zosimos began, "Overexposure..."

Zosimos stood from his seat and began to slowly place.

"It's true The Detente, especially as of late, has been more a public figurehead for the Cursed Wood than anything else. Let that remain, but strengthen. We are no longer feared as we once were, and you are right: this is a problem. As for fugitives, if there are any you seek, name the names. The Detente does not harbor traitors of any kind."

Reisel cleared his throat.

"The Vankoryth Detente has done much good. It can continue to do so, so long as we keep ourselves first. Let the masquerade rekindle our senses of self. Let us attack from all sides, in gaining back control of the night. Let us do so publicly, with The Detente, and privately, with The Masquerade. I see no other option if we are to survive. We cannot fully hide, yet we shouldn't fully show."

Zosimos plopped back into his seat.

"We will protect The Masquerade. We will slip into every skin we have. We are the Vampire Lords of Vankoryth, we are the secret shadows which pull the strings of society. We are the night. Now, about those traitors. What have they done to threaten those who exist in The Masquerade? Have their actions threatened The Vankoryth Detente?"

Ulrich Paternosta snorted, "Dare they. We'll get 'em."

Terun frowned from his seat, still thinking about the dinner party.

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Akio smiled, sitting in his bean bag chair that might seem out of place, but somehow the atmosphere around him indicated something else. From what he was hearing, it seemed that things would be going in a way desirable for him. Public acknowledgement gave him the ability to run large labs without having to move around a lot, and secrecy would let him get the harder to access items and ingredients he needed.

Indeed, if one wanted to be technical, they could say that Akio had always been operating in both the day and night, given his constant desire to get more test subjects and keep a supply of fresh blood.

"I for one, find this proposal to be quite agreeable. After all, we cannot just submit, go back to hiding and waste all this effort, but we also cannot forget our roots, our heritage".

Incidentally, Akio was actually one of the oldest vampires present, well over one thousand years old. Because of that, there were a number of younger vampires that looked older who, despite hte way he acted, treated him like a superior already due to being alive for so long.

And of course, he also had three servants that came with him, his most loyal retainers.

"As for the traitors, if you could so kindly bring them to me alive, I would be happy to make good use of them. After all, getting test subjects is something I always could use help in".

Showing his fangs in a smile, he looked around at the others and he raised a glass of blood.

"After all, we are the Detente, the Masquerade, and whatever we wish to be. Our public goal is equality and respect, but everyone here should not delude themselves. Our private goal is quite simple, we take what we want, and we keep it no matter who tries to get in our way. We are a greedy, gluttonous people who simply wish to fufill our desires".

Although some might feel chills go down their spines when they heard Akio speak like this, one couldn't really say he was wrong either. And yet, one might just get the feeling he had more desires then most.

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#, as written by Rulke
A figure would step into the room escorted by two finely dressed armed knights bearing the Lessard Crest. Although dressed modern, she had what could almost be called ancient eyes. Each step was purposeful and direct before she came to the table and spoke in an English Accent, "You all of you lack decorum to not invite any of the Lessards to this shambles you call a meeting. Well, fortunately, my schedule is not full and also because this needs to be addressed." she indicates to her Knights to remove their helmets before turning her red eyes to Zosimos, "You really thought we would not find out? You really thought you could end one of the oldest Hunter Lines without consequences? I would ask if you are just dimwitted or just a fucking spastic, but I know why you did it and finally, you are reaping what you sow."

She would gesture for one of the knights to speak, "Sir Lauden, you tell these cretins please what you were told." the Knight nodded approaching the table, his very presence regal, "As I explained Dutchess Hazel, one of the Thralls informed us that the girlfriend of Maria Van-Helsing has been encouraged to take up arms by another. We do believe they intend to end this experiment."

The red-haired girl with such fiery barbs laughed darkly, "I do believe a human expression comes to mind here. The chickens have come to roost. Zosimos as representative of the Lessard Family it is deemed your offence is so great and endangers us all that you should be made to answer for this slight. Thus I call for Noctem Judicii where you will be able to answer for this insanity and prove whether you should be spared. If you refuse..." she paused turned to the Knight said something in French before seemingly agreeing and remarking, "Then by Decree of the Lessard Family you are exiled for your crimes against our kind and the utter reckless endangerment. To think Casren put you in charge, and now you bring a war to our kind." scowling she draws out a handkerchief and blow her nose before continuing, "Daemala Tauvyr as the actual leader of Detente you must understand what he did endangers our kind?" she asked her voice suddenly gentle even adorable, "Who will second me so we confirm this and move on to more important affairs?"

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Zosimos began to laugh, but a swift motion from Daemala's gloved hand had his building roar silenced in an instant. Her gaze flit around the room, resting on the Ulrich. Terun, however, sensed something very familiar about the Lessard newcomers. He stuck to his spot and silence, wondering why he was awash with such an uncomfortable feeling.

"Ridiculo-" Hissed Zosimos, cut off in an instant and frozen on the spot. The only part of the old vampire which remained mobile were his eyes, locked in an instant with Ulrich. The two were engaged in an internal power struggle. Ulrich could keep Zosimos still, but not for long. Several members of the Forces Vankoryth entered the Room of Reason, positioning themselves around Zosimos, ready to engage. They nodded at the Knights of the Lessards, granting them permission to intervene if necessary.

"A trial," Daemala was doing her best to hide a smile. Just minutes ago Zosimos held the floor. She would have to play her cards carefully so as not to lose what favor he gained.

"A trial. for indeed the reason for our return to the Masquerade and the reason for all of this toe-tipping, the very actions of you. Zosimos," She turned to face the room, no longer hiding her grin. She first addressed Akio.

"First, we, of course, must present a trial. After which, I trust, you have a system ready for what to do with those found....guilty, yes?" Daemala next looked to Lacroix, "As soon as you have a list of these fugitives, the damage doers who hide in our dark asylum, we will begin taking action. Ulrich and Reisel, you will assist Prince Lacroix in whatever he needs so that damage must be undone."

Ulrich had turned a new shade of pale, both him and Zosimos quivering. Daemala took her seat, having said her bit and wishing to get on with it all already. There was a quick scuffle as Ulrich released Zosimos, and he was apprehended. It would take a close observer to see the syringe as it released into Zosimos, doing nothing aside nullifying his shapeshifting and shadow-blending powers. It would last long enough to get him to containment.

Obscenities were spat, a chair was sadly broken, three tapestries hit the ground ripped, and Terun didn't come out from under the table until the door had shut on Ulrich, Zosimos, and his escorts.

"What about the dinner party?" Terun asked quietly. Daemala ignored him and took her leave, curtsying the royalty and giving respectful nods to the rest. Everyone could sort out whatever from here, she assumed. All she cared was that she was recognized as the leader of the Vankoryth Detente, pesky Zosimos was out of her way, and there was dinner party that needed a change in arrangements. On her way out she nearly toppled over a courier, who had a note regarding a new energy disturbance somewhere in the Cursed Wood. Daemala could scream.

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Manik Chakor set a large golden envelope down on the table. Inside were a selection of smaller golden envelopes. He withdrew about a third of these and whisked away

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Daemala Tauvyr arrived and had a seat before the golden envelope. It was a delight they had arrived on time! She didn't trust her messenger, despite being a fellow member of the Detente. He was a slimeball. Smaller than she had expected. When she picked it up it was the right weight. Pretty heavy- but lighter than the full order. Manik had followed his instructions, for once, all except one detail.

The envelopes were supposed to be silver.

She took in a deep breath and leaned back, one hand slowly migrating to the other. She absentmindedly twist the ring. Zosimos was in custody, and she was the Queen of the Vampires. A laugh escaped her lips. Casren was gone. She didn't get sad.
The castle was hers to rule!
...duh.

Daemala sliced open one of the envelopes with a stiletto nail colored blood and let it fall to the table. Out she fished a gold piece of starched fabric, which served as the invitation. It was impeccably embroidered with flowery lettering. She held it delicately aloft and grinned. Oh, this was going to be lovely.