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Reisel Dracul

Bear Mountain

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

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A faction of vampyric creatures who reign over the Cursed Wood. "Expect from thy blood no more than thy blood expects from thee."
This is the family who are infamous, the brood of Alucard (Dracula) and Mina Harker, the monarchs who sent Europe into grip of fear unlike the world had witnessed. This is the three siblings of Lucifer, the Blood Revolution, the death of all mankind.
Aligned by the night, these brave creatures are sworn to protect the citizens of Verinotte Hollow, in the name of the Vankoryth Detente.

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Bear Mountain

Six Foot Six
Older than he can count


Werewolf Hunter

Personality

A man of close to no words.

Equipment

Fire


Slice


Beat

History

There were dark times in the secluded village in the mountain. Bears had long since been a threat, something larger emerging as the enemy to man. Hunters were becoming hunted, bones found licked clean in the sunrise following a fuller moon.

It was then the villagers decided to strike. Reisel was one of many, armed with silver striped blades he had smithed himself. Though little time was spent in the town library by Reisel, it was an invaluable resource to the young iron worker. He was thirteen, burly and skilled, working under the hand of the region's most credited blacksmith.

The creature struck, killing most of the men in the party. Reisel had no choice to retreat, hearing the roar of the beast behind him.

He was down before he could think, still swinging to stab the creature. Reisel would not go down without a fight.

It tore into his arm, but recoiled for a moment, hesitating to strike again. Though his flesh was pierced, Reisel fought on. This time, the werewolf showed no mercy.


It wasn't until he was almost devoid of blood, clutching tatters of fur, that the vampire appeared.

Mongrel amongst my line? Never.


As the werewolf bite began to take effect, Reisel died. Poison from the saliva of the wolf entangled with the venom from the vampire's fangs. The result would be a man, Vampyric, with Lycan resistance.


More later.

So begins...

Reisel Dracul's Story

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Reisel Dracul arrived, and gave everyone a nod.

He was never one for words.

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"An army well served will serve well," Reisel said with a nod toward Yves.

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"Old is not as bad a worn," said Reisel with a subtle look of worry to Merek.

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Reisel Dracul nodded, and looked towards the newcomer with a strange glare. He smelled...off.

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Reisel Dracul leapt into a tree, fangs exposed, every hair on end.

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Reisel Dracul dropped down from the tree, absorbing himself into the shadow and reappearing in the shadow of a tree painfully close to the Lycan.

He lept, all claws, all teeth, all eyes, pasty skin, hair, and really hideous clothing.

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Reisel Dracul marched into the area, looking in all directions to make sure the coast was clear. It didn't matter much if it wasn't, for he was only here to post a sign.


The burly vampire approached the post, noting the other measly adornments. Did people even come here anymore?

No matter. He was here to post The Blood Edict, along with The Humanity Clause, and that he would. Carefully, with gloved hands, he withdrew a velvet pouch from a satchel, along with two rolled scrolls. They were unrolled, and with the touch of a fae, Reisel removed silver pushpins from the bag and forced them through the parchment and wood.

With a nod, satisfied they were in place and well kept, Reisel left.

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Troops,
Shouted Reisel, above the fray, "I need two hundred of neither your best or weakest, to scatter yourselves across the continent. Return," He said, "When you have smelled Kin or Blood."

With that, Reisel went away, assured the soldiers would work amongst themselves to disperse. Hopefully, some would return with good news. Some may never return, he realized, but it was the price you payed for intel.

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The large man cast a shadow over the room, not saying anything, but letting his presence be known.

He was not one known for words, he was known for action. Today, he was here for both. Preferably, things would go well. The man did not smile, but he did not scowl.

He waited to be noticed, respecting the space of the warrior.

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The man slipped from his shoes, bowing deeply before entering Dojo.

He then walked forth, coming but three paces from the one with glowing eyes, himself glaring back.

I am Reisel Dracul, of the Royal Family Dracul. It is my understanding, your expertise was sought by my highest in Command.


Reisel paused, letting the power of his statement consume the air. He was ancient, he was royal, but this did nothing to hide his brutality. First and foremost, Reisel was a smith, and a hunter, a true warrior woodsman.

I understand you saw it fit to consider taking a higher position among our ranks,
He slipped a letter from his forest coat and flicked it towards the Master. He would surely catch it.

The letter contained The Blood Edict, and it was as if Reisel assumed this man was already part of the Detente.

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Invitation,
He said with a slight bow,

Unless you oppose protection, peace, and prosperity.


He didn't like talking this much.

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I present no threat,
Reisel growled,
Only myself, my Princeship, as your servant, provided you wish to serve I, and in turn, the Detente. As I understand, it was the Family Dracul that sought you, not the line of Bistreo. Come question of allegiance, it is with the Family Dracul. Your status as a member of the Vankoryth Detente is a second subject of this meeting.


He cleared his throat.

You would prove an asset to both Family and Organization. A...Needed contrast.


He was again, speaking too much.

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Both,
Reisel hardened,
Not thieves, respected family, line of Dracula,
He said coldly,
Not mediator or master.


It was all he could do to not rub his forehead.

Respected member, and high ranking officer of a Vampyric army. How you wish to lead your forces is... A permanent place in a castle, Domain to explore...
There were other perks, plenty, but Reisel was truly tired of talk.

It was a yes, or a no, which would deeply offend him and force him to take action. Whether he would kill him now or later, if he refused the offer, Reisel had not wasted time on. There weren't many reasons not to join him.

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He was French, but said nothing, not caring for Nationalism.

Silently, Reisel turned, slipping back on his woods shoes and going off towards the exit. Before he left, he properly located a prominent wall, and pulled a pouch from somewhere within. It was the pouch with the silver nail tacks, and slipping on a glove Reisel would also draw out another envelope. With one tooth, he tore it open, whipping it out and plastering it to the wall. Then, it was tacked into place.

The Blood Edict, and The Humanity Clause were now present for all to see, and obey.

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Soldiers,
Reisel shouted, seeking out the attention of all in the vicinity. He pointed to his guest.

This is your new Master. You do as he bids. Your loyalty to Dracul and Detente depends on your loyalty to he!


The soldiers, around a hundred, half of whom were not doing anything necessarily important, came and presented themselves in a bundle. There hadn't been action in what had seemed like ages, and they were out of the mood for practice. All had sheathed swords.

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They are Vampyric Soldiers of Dracul, their skills are as such,
With the ghost of a smile, Reisel addressed the soldiers.

You will exhibit any skill asked, to the best of your ability!
He boomed over them, then nodded to Kenshin.

You may do as you please with them, shall I leave? Any one can show you the castle.

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Reisel Dracul gave a slight bow, and disappeared off into the thick.

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Daemala!


He sensed her presence, and the older vampire moved towards his fellow member of Detente. He would admit, this organization had it's perks, and it was best to stay on good terms with the members.

Besides, he had never formally met this senior member, a relic of sorts, and sensed that she was almost alone. Perhaps that's why it surprised Reisel so much to see her standing over the armored body of a seemingly dead Knight.

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He didn't know what to think, entranced as she spoke, part of it seeming to enter his mind. Was that even possible?

Reisel's eyes slipped down her back before he whipped them to the form on the ground. Next of kin? Something deep in him rumbled.

What had she done? Who had she sired? Daemala disappeared into the woods. Grumbling, Reisel kneeled to grab the man by the arm, rolling him over his shoulder, pushing to a stand. Back to the castle, Reisel trekked, Lazarus over his shoulder. There were plenty of rooms to place the new vampire, he thought with a sigh, picking up the pace.

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Reisel Dracul continued to carry the body of Daemala's new kin up the stairs, and through the doors.

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Reisel Dracul picks a room, with a reddish interior, and lays Daemala's kin to rest on a bed. Then, he leaves, having Dracul Family things to do.

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Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo Character Portrait: Kaiser Zaun Character Portrait: Ix Blacklight Character Portrait: Alucard Character Portrait: Manik Chakor Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Alexander (Alex)
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The Room of Reason served it's purpose, now more than ever. The Vankoryth Detente had swollen, holding record membership and impressive power among it's ranks. Families flocked from far and wide to pledge their alligience to this powerful group. Dieties had even turned their attention to the brethren of vampyrkind, wishing for support, blotting the sun with clouds so the night walkers could stride at day. Here, in the archaic stone Castle Vankoryth nestled deep within the Cursed Wood, undead powers presently sat themselves around a table carved for truth.

Brethren, Blood, fellow Creatures of the Night,


Casren Bistreo addressed the assembly, bowing to his elders and nodding to those below him. Most members of the Vankoryth Detente were present, the Room of Reason being large enough to accomidate all. Many were armed despite the safety of the room; this unsettled few.
The Vankoryth were not foolish.


All of you know of The Blood Edict,
All of you know of The Humanity Clause,


The Detente had since doubled, Casren noted in his mind.

There is more to be known, settle quickly ladies and gentlethings.
Now is the time to address the issues that have come to rise.


He looked to those with enemies, bad blood, and vengeance in their eyes.

Too many Vampires run unchecked in our domain,
Too many disgrace the name of the Night,
Families broken, kin run rampant.
By the Blood Edict, this unruly nonsense must come to an end.
These Vampires must be quelled in their path to disgrace.


Casren then turned to face the warriors of the group.

Our army grows, our army dwindles, seeming to stay at stagnant size.
While their armour is strong, their spirit is weak.
Where their moves are superior, their mana is lacking.
Do you have motions to fix this, or has the army no more interest in asserting it's athourity?


Casren next addressed everyone, regathering the attention of the room,

Those of us who fare fine on blood,
Do you ever suffer agonizing thirst?
Those of us require heartier meals.
Do you find your gut aching in hunger?
Our current alliances provide us with a steady influx of sustenance, however if any measures could be taken to quell any cravings, please speak your piece.


He gave a slight bow before addressing the next lot of Lords and Royalty that had happened among them. Many influential families placed themselves in the trust of the Detente, which was a pleasurefor everyone.

Your Highnesses, Lordships, Ladies, and Lovelies,

Finally, Casren allowed a smile to slip through.
Families of old and new.
Are you thus far satisfied with the level of security associating with the Vankoryth Detente insures?
How are your lands, Is the Domain hospitable enough?


Looking finally to the oddballs, the outcasts, and the non-vampiric, Casren addressed the beloved remainer of the Detente.

Are you comfortable?
Are you equal?
Is there anything specific to your cause that has not been addressed as of yet?


He elevated his voice, with a closing statement.

All who wish to present an issue are encouraged to do so, by Nyarlathotep.
As many may have noticed, the sun does not shine through the clouds in the day, enough to harm us in our domain. Our nights are clear, our moons our bright, the darkness is on our side. If you have heard of The Crawling Chaos, keep hearing.


Casren nodded solumnly, taking his seat at the round table. He looked from his kin to his brethren, waiting for someone to speak.

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Many remained frozen as Kaiser forced his way into the room, some more shocked than others. A man dressed as a jester sat upon a chair, with legs crossed and back hunched over the table. Rarely did he leave the upper floors of the castle, and one could tell he was not particularly happy about doing so now. While Daemala had exhibited anger, Reisel Dracul had moved not a muscle, and Casren stay still except for his eyes and smile. What was with that smile, anyway? It had begun as Kaiser arrived, twitching and itching, shadowing every aspect of his face except for his mouth. Had he noticed Lazarus's discontent, did he smell Ix in lurking?

Reisel certainly smelled the flesh being, his eyes flicked over Ix and Lazarus. The armoured being seemed to know Daemala, but that was not the concern of the moment. Slamming a fist on the table, Reisel reacted to the state of the army in the hall. As no others appeared to express distaste, save for the silent Lazarus who had dissapeared from the room and out into the hall, Reisel chose to remain silent.

Now as Alucard spoke, Casren twinged in alarm. His mind swam to one monster in particular, who he feared would find offense in Alucard's words. Monsters or men? Certainly they were not dogs, no. Nasty, slobbering wolves were usually their enemy. However monsters technically they were all, some even more than others.

Mortuus Casren didn't think of as a monster, unlike others in the group, but she was certainly no Man. And what of the flesh eaters? What of those plagued and cursed in their nighthood? Daemala would think of the Harlequin and Lazarus. What of bloodthirst attracted her to sire? Were her kin Monsters , Men, or merely her dogs?

Reisel curled a fist, still glaring at Kaiser, disappointed his actions were not punished as of yet. He knew of monsters, he knew of dogs. He also knew of blabber and talk, and those who did far too much of it. Looking from Casren, who still had that look, to Alucard, who spoke of their duty of the night, he wondered what his family would have to say. The other Dracul's. In truth, Casren too was curious, looking to the Monarchs of the room.

Daemala, however, was far more concerned with the leaving of her kin. He was upset, and she hoped he would not act brashly. Hating the meeting already, she looked for solace in other female members of the group. Perhaps they would help her steer to lighter topics, or at least pass notes. It would seem perfectly timed, the body thumped through the hall door and onto the table, a dead guard landing directly infront of Kaiser.

Dakida gave a light chuckle as the corpse landed on the table. Clearly amused, his eyes looked from Alucard to the rest of the group of people. Other then that however, he remained quiet. Not wanting to say anything, gaging the other's reactions, focusing on Kaiser's mostly. From what he had observed, Kaiser seemed to be the one to hate...he wondered why that was. Casren, however seemed to lose his amusement in the slightest.

"Complacency indeed," Casren noted the restlessness of his Kin, staring at the corpsed corpse. "It would be unwise to stop until we have assured the stability of every one of our kind, assured their alliance, their compliance, and their satisfaction with the night."

Judging by the body upon the table, at least one member of their kind was not satisfied with the night. Several thump's sounded from out in the hall as another body sailed into the meeting, followed by a loud crash. Whatever Lazaruswas doing out there,he was far beyond being unsatisfied.

Much fixing to be done, Casren would think to himself as Reisel slammed his fists again and stood, shooting a harsh look at Daemala to please control her Kin. They were no dogs.

"And what of the army?" Spoke a small voice from the shadows, to the blatant displeasure of Reisel Dracul. Daemala took this opportunity to slip to the hall. Manik Chakur, former enigma, stepped to face his brethren. He was an elusive member, but a determined one with dedication. A true Detente Vampire. "Surely they can help the unsatisfied," Manik said with a smile, red eyes bulging from darkened lids. Riesel and Casren looked for Yves's reaction at this. As a flesh eater, Manik was never opposed to the spilling of blood, and quite liked the dynamic of his new home.

The Harlequin too had found his new home in Castle Vankoryth, but that didn't extend to all of it. Much preferring the upper floors, he felt considerably out-of-place attending the meeting. Eventually he looked up, having not been paying too much attention thus far, and began to admit it. "What's happening? I'm getting bored."

"Harlequin!" Echoed in Daemala from the hall, a reprimand from afar. She was never too busy, and never truly tired, of giving this kin Hell. Outside of the room, Daemala was working to find Lazarus and bring him back.

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As the new militant Vampire entered, a smile swept across Casren's face.

"Indeed, there appears to have been a mistake," Casren said to Kenshin Hio. He gestured to the rest of the room, after offering the newcomer a polite bow of the head. This was, after all, the first large meeting this century. Many of these vampires may have never met, and still many may be old acquiaintances. Kenshin, as of now, was a new face.

"Another from the East," Manik Chakur came to grin, "With the answer to my question." He looked to Casren, wondering if this was orchestrated.

"Ah, yes. The armies and the unsatisfied. Kenshin, have you come across much opposition in your travels? "

"I have," chimed Manik, finding his voice easier with another Easterner present. Reisel's nostril's flared, and Daemala came whirling back into the room. Opposition? Who would dare turn them down. Daemala thought back to the dawn of the Blood Edict, how they had decapitad and scalped Edward Cullen. It was a warning to all Vampires, but also a hand extended. The Humanity Clause had also sparked alliances, and was most to blame for the current health of the Detente.

Louis stepped into the room only to look around at everyone present and shake his head just to then leave.

"These Vampires must be quelled in their path to disgrace." Daemala quoted her Sire, before turning on her heel and leaving after Louis. As she left, the vampiress muttered something about a Magnum Opus, a storm in her step. Casren watched her go, then turned to face everyone.

"They must be quelled, but not before offered alligience. " Casren looked slowly to everyone as he spoke, everyone except for Alexander. "Why snuff the fire that can be tamed?"

"And if we get burned?" There was malice in his voice, but it was an honest concern. Casren turned to Manik, but Reisel responded first.

"We would burn for the sake of the Night," The stone gaze of Reisel never left Manik's face. "What is but a bruise in war?"

"And if we fail?" Manik spit back, aging noticeably, veins bulging.

"I fail to see how!" Reisel began to grow too, grow hair and muscle. His nails defined and sharpened inside closed fists.

Casren slammed his fist into the table, sending a wave of suppressive energy towards both Manik and Reisel. Casren did not care whether the vampires took offense to his actions over them, he would not watch them destroy eachother over peace. With a controlled breath, the elder vampire turned his gaze to Kenshin, and released the energy.
The question of opposition still stood.

Alexander meanwhile stood in the back, watching and observing. He knew his arrival would have been noticed, even if he said nothing here. At the same time, he found himself being careful about what he said. He looked at his father, then back at the others, unable to help thinking about the man again. The one who killed him. Not Casren, not his father, but the one who stabbed him. He had seen him only days again before coming here, hundreads of years later after he died. Why was Alexander killed? If he stayed alive all this time, it could not have been by coincidence. Alexander then connected the dots. Between what Casren was talking about, and what happened to him long ago, then for him to appear in the Domain of the Vankoryth Detente.... This was connected. Whatever The Detente wanted, it had something to do with what attacked him. But what was it?


Asked Casren of all aside the obvious, "Men, Monsters, or Dogs?"

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Casren's eyes flashed to Yves, as the general had the full attention of the room. He spoke of expansion, of nations.

"An established council would be wise," Casren said with a smile, "However, all should elect this council, no? And, perhaps," He looked to Manik, to Reisel, to his Kin, "Not so much of a delegating council as...Committees!"

Manik snorted, but nodded in agreement. It wasn't the worst ideas. He didn't know how he felt about a whole town of vampires, and was certain walls were no way to give a good message. Reisel said not a word, looking to the eldest Dracul. He agreed with most of what Yves said, but everyone knew the General sometimes went overboard.e

Zosimos, however, stood and applauded. It was a slow clap, and as he emerged from the shadows to stand on the table center he swept the room with a twinkling glare.

"Commitees," The greek man relished the word, "Factions," His eyes were alive, fists curled. "Nations!" Zosimos punched the air, striking a dramatic warrior's pose.

"In the night we will rise, in this Wood we will flourish," Zosimos pointed to the shadows. A young woman dressed in a dress and carrying a doll would enter, less imposing and more innocent there were scars on her arms- self inflicted apparently she would giggle and say, "Little Annie knows people know how to kill you are, but united you will be stronger, and in great city walls you will be survivors."

"We have among us one of many, almost one of every. A Necromagika!" He of course spoke of the diversity of the Vankoryth Detente, and of the newly emerged woman of chaos. "Our blood runs thickest, as it is the sum of many. We will be survivors," Zosimos turned to Casren, his Kin. Suddenly, his posture dropped back, and Zosimos kicked his way towards Casren emulating a jersey boy

"You run this shit," Zosimos laid on the accent, "Whatcha gonna do 'bout the ones who doubt?"

"Make them beleive," Spoke a seething voice from behind, Manik Chakur. In response, Casren smiled his wildest of grins.

"An' the ones who won'?" With a nod, Zosimos turned to Yves, "Outta here."

Casren chimed in instantly, "This can only apply for Vampyric Blood. Ah," he sighed, pulling from his coat a parchment and pen, "It appears it is time for another clause to be added. Oh, the Blood Edict," Casren reminded Zosimos' quizzical expression, who was still a bit out of the loop.

Casren set to work writing.