Bear Mountain
Six Foot Six
Older than he can count
Werewolf Hunter
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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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Description
Bear Mountain
Six Foot Six
Older than he can count
Werewolf Hunter
Personality
A man of close to no words.
Equipment
Fire
Slice
Beat
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.
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.
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
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.
He lept, all claws, all teeth, all eyes, pasty skin, hair, and really hideous clothing.
The setting changes from Cursed Wood to Drifter's Post
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.
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.
The setting changes from Drifter's Post to Cursed Wood
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."Troops,
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.
The setting changes from Cursed Wood to Master's Dojo
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.
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.
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.
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.
The letter contained The Blood Edict, and it was as if Reisel assumed this man was already part of the Detente.
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.
He slipped a letter from his forest coat and flicked it towards the Master. He would surely catch it.I understand you saw it fit to consider taking a higher position among our ranks,
The letter contained The Blood Edict, and it was as if Reisel assumed this man was already part of the Detente.
He said with a slight bow,Invitation,
Unless you oppose protection, peace, and prosperity.
He didn't like talking this much.
Reisel growled,I present no threat,
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.
Reisel hardened,Both,
He said coldly,Not thieves, respected family, line of Dracula,
Not mediator or master.
It was all he could do to not rub his forehead.
There were other perks, plenty, but Reisel was truly tired of talk.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...
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.
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.
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.
The setting changes from Master's Dojo to Cursed Wood
Reisel shouted, seeking out the attention of all in the vicinity. He pointed to his guest.Soldiers,
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.
With the ghost of a smile, Reisel addressed the soldiers.They are Vampyric Soldiers of Dracul, their skills are as such,
He boomed over them, then nodded to Kenshin.You will exhibit any skill asked, to the best of your ability!
You may do as you please with them, shall I leave? Any one can show you the castle.
The setting changes from Cursed Wood to Forbidden Thick
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.
She clasped her hands together, not caring for his concern.Why hello there, deary!
Won't you help me get my next of kin back to the castle? I'll carry his weapon, She had already gathered scraps, hastily clutching the weapon to avoid helping carry the body. It was man's work, after all. Daemala did nothing to hide her form, but simply marched forth towards the castle.
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.
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.