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Faine Ruxville

"You could have at least knocked on the door before barging into my manor."

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a character in “The Ruxville Manor”, as played by Specmarine

Description

Name: Faine Ruxville

Age: 301

Race: Vampire

Gender: Female

Appearance: Image

Personality: Faine is a polite, calm and playful individual. She usually pokes fun at strangers who enters her manor and does her best to be sneaky but every time they would run off in terror. She can also be mean when another person deserves it, however she usually uses words and never physical hurts others unless its to trip them.

Occupation: Owner of The Ruxville Manor

Likes: tea, computers, playing tricks, poking fun, board games

Dislikes: Having to keep the manor clean, staying alone for a long time, rude people, theifs who will still try and steal from the manor, being underestimated

Background: Faine was born into the Ruxville family and was the next heir to lead the family. One year after she was ushered into the world, her family had decided to move to a small town since the original city they lived at were about to find out their true identity.

10 years later the Ruxville family had settled in the town and was going to find a bride for their child and left Faine in charge of the manor and promised to return within the year. Soon the year turned into a decade, then it turned into a century. She knew her parents were not coming back so she took it upon herself to study, to learn how to stay hidden from humans, and to learn how to survive as a race that fed off the blood from living things. She hated staying alone but she still though humans still hunted vampires since she thought some games and movies she has seen on her own personal computer were a sort of guide to killing them off, but she still wondered why they got so many facts wrong. It was until a few years ago when she relized the games and movies were fake and they were really not guides to kill vampires, it was just entertainment for modern day humans which allowed her to freely have fun without any harm to herself.

So begins...

Faine Ruxville's Story

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Mira walked down the road at a casual pace, looking up at the clouds warily. Due to the fact that she had recently attracted some attention during her stay in Aclara, a nearby city, Mira had opted to travel by foot for the next few days. The terrain was perfect for it, the city being surrounded by forests and the occasional small field. There were other smaller towns scattered around the area but they were few and far in between. Usually traveling on foot, especially when she had law enforcement looking for her, was ideal as apposed to stealing a car since it made it hard for them to track her. Now, seeing the darkened clouds above her head she was beginning to regret the decision, fearing that the coming storm would harbor more than just rain.

Just as a raindrop hit her on the cheek Mira caught a glimpse of a wall on the left side of the road. Crossing the street she followed the wall, almost abandoning the seemingly useless pursuit until she came to upon a gate. Looking in Mira was immediately taken by the architectural master piece that was the manor. It was in Victorian style, she realized immediately, the design reminding her of descriptive passages in some of her favorite books. There had been plenty of rumors spread in Aclara about what Mira realized was the Ruxville Manor. Recalling some of them Mira wondered if any were true. Captivated by the magnificent building and her day dreams Mira didn't even remember it had started raining until she heard the distant rumbling of thunder. Quickly, with little forethought Mira looked at the wall and in a split second deemed it climbable. Adjusting the strap of her bag, which was actually quite light for it to hold all of her possessions, Mira quickly made work of scaling he wall, a skill she had mastered after years of split-second decisions like this one.

Once she had leapt the wall she surveyed the house, quickly approaching it. She knew that often people came into the house to steal stuff or see if the rumors were true so she didn't want to go in through the front and risk running into one such adventurer. Mother Nature, seemed to dislike this option though since as soon as Mira turned to follow the side of the large manor, away from the front door, a flash lit a distant part of the sky shortly followed by a crack of thunder. Though it was obviously not the worst of the storm, quiet far off still, the sound caused Mira to let out a yelp and bolt for the door. Skipping up the steps two at a time Mira didn't even register the fact that the door had been open already. As soon as she was through the doorway she turned and slammed it shut, a surprising feat since the large, solid door quite possibly weighed more than her. Breathing heavily from her sprint across the manor's lawn Mira shut her eyes and leaned her head against the door, visibly cringing as another clap of thunder penetrated the manor walls.

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Faine sighed as she watched the two men scamper over the wall from the window overlooking the entrance. "That makes another two this week. I can't believe the audacity that the people in this day and age exhibit, no respect for the cultural and historic value of this manor. They might as well be rats in a human shell, regardless I had my fun scaring them silly and much more fun knowing how awkward it must be to go back to town wearing almost nothing." She chuckled as she returned back to the lobby of the manor to return her belongings back to their rightful place.

As Faine was placing some jewelry back into their respectful spot, she heard the distant sound of thunder in the distance. It seemed like there was a storm on the way which meant that the manor would be getting dirty or damaged if the wind knocked something into it. "Oh I just polished the manor just a few hours ago, now the weather takes the perfect opportunity to ruin all my hard work. I guess that just means I have to do it all over again." She sighed wearily as she closed the drawer but another sound caught her attention, a knock at the door followed by a male voice calling out. That was something new, a stranger willingly knocks on a door to a seemingly abandoned manor, he must have grown up with the best of manners.

Soon another crack of thunder sounded in the distance followed by the main door opening and slamming shut easily startling Faine. "I swear most people nowadays truly have no such thing as respect. Although there is a storm on the horizon and I myself do not like to be caught out in the rain, I shall forgive whoever slammed the door. But now I have some guests to attend to, perhaps its time to make some late night dinner. I wonder how they shall react?" She chuckled as left one of the many guest rooms, made her way to the main lobby and made her way to the dining area which was the door located on the first floor near the stairwell.

Wandering through the hallway, Faine made her way to a large and elegant dining room with plates and utensils already prepared. She then made her way into the kitchen and lit the stove with a lit candle, sure she mostly needed blood to survive but there were many ways to obtain it and get full instead of going outside and attacking someone out of the blue. She could go to a blood bank and get a blood packet, go out in the woods and get a animal, or even pay a visit to a store and buy some bloody steaks. Speaking of bloody steaks, the dinner she had planned was bloody steaks cooked rare and seasoned with only the finest of spices. She had to make a good impression as a hostess but of course she had hoped no one tried to steal anything, she was quite tired after an entire week of pesky theifs and scaring off intruders but these people, they were a strange bunch indeed. One who knocks on a door and one who slams a door shut that could easily wake the dead from their slumber.

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Things seemed to be going pretty well.

Then the rain started coming down and all that good luck he seemed to have was washed away. Thinking for a moment that he had the entire place to himself he was quite jarringly shook from thought by the sound of a woman's cry shortly followed by the sound of the door slamming behind him. Turning around he saw the other person who had come barreling through the door before she spun and slammed the door shut behind her. She was a small woman, standing at roughly a foot shorter than him, dressed in what looked like casual traveling clothes though nothing that looked appropriate for the weather she was just in. She was notably thin and fair skinned but what drew the most attention were the oddly colored eyes.

Probably contacts Frank chalked the oddity up to. She had a bag with her, a little more stuffed than what was ordinary. He wouldn't of cared normally but people don't regularly come charging into this particular mansion. If rumors were to be believed that would be the truth. She didn't look like the type of person who'd own a place like this which meant she was likely either a criminal or another drifter who just so happened to pick this place on the same day as he did. Either which way he wouldn't let his guard down.


"Hey." He announced his presence as the woman looked as though she was wrapped up in her own head, none too comfortable in there it seemed. As much as he'd rather be alone right now this problem wasn't going to go away on it's own. Standing in a slouch with his hands in his pockets he had a long sigh before continuing on.

"Rough weather huh?" He looked out to one of the windows, looking at the drops of rain quickly pattering against the pane. He never minded the rain himself. It was cool and left the air smelling fresh. The sound of lightning striking with cracks of thunder were always quite atmospheric for him. Gave the night an almost spooky feel which he relished. Had he been alone he almost might of been inspired.

"I take it you aren't the owner." He asserted, not really making much of a question of it since he was assuming she probably wasn't. His tone was soft and his voice low but it was tinged with a subtle sense of discontent. "Not a lot of people come just to tour this place, so I've heard. Was it a dare from one of your friends to spend the night here? Perhaps you've been on the road a while and are looking for a place to wait out the weather? Or perhaps it's the idea that there might be something of some value that nobody else has claimed which lays for the taking?"


Perhaps he might of come off as a bit inquisitorial there. He decided to ease off on his tangent, pausing with a breath.
"You needn't answer me if you wish. Neither one of us rightfully belongs here in truth. If you're planning on taking anything with you however do please leave the lanterns in place. This place is old and I'm fairly sure it hasn't been outfitted with many modern luxuries, lighting and heat being my chiefest concern. I plan on staying a while should fortune abide."

Then he caught the smell. A strange smell of cooking beef wafted through the air from one of the ground floor hallways. Giving the air a sniff he quirked a brow as this was another unexpected turn in what was presumed to be a quiet and lonely stay.

"Looks like we aren't the only ones here either. With my luck a whole gang's probably calling this place home."

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"Hey" Mira jumped a bit and spun, eyes wide, to see a young man standing in the foyer. She had been about to apologize or greet him, which she wasn't sure yet but then thunder rang out again and Mira squeaked, her hands flying up to her head to cover her ears. Despite wanting to just curl up in a closet and die, Mira quickly lowered her hands as a blush crept across her face. "Rough weather huh?" Mira cringed at another clap of thunder more swallowing and nodding a bit. "Um... yeah..." Due to how quietly she spoke she doubted he had even heard her though, it's not like that kind of response even deserved an answer. Thankfully a moment of silence help the storm so his next statement Mira was able to process. "I take it you aren't the owner." Mira pursed her lips, wondering if it was meant as an insult, but then just shook her head. Obviously he was just oblivious, Mira had seen people like him enough to realize that whatever he said would be exactly what had come to mind. Though, it did seem this one had a bit of a filter since he had yet to comment on her eyes.

"Not a lot of people come just to tour this place, so I've heard. Was it a dare from one of your friends to spend the night here? Perhaps you've been on the road a while and are looking for a place to wait out the weather? Or perhaps it's the idea that there might be something of some value that nobody else has claimed which lays for the taking?" Thunder rang out once more outside and Mira did her best to focus on what the man was saying rather than the sound. Honestly, if the man hadn't been there Mira would have bolted up the stairs and have been hiding in a closet or some other small space where she could cover her ears and hide. As Mira tried to get a hold of herself, which was proving to be difficult since she had never been able to get rid of her fear of thunderstorms, the man seemed to realize that either what he said was too much for her to handle or, more likely, that he had come on too strong. "You needn't answer me if you wish. Neither one of us rightfully belongs here in truth. If you're planning on taking anything with you however do please leave the lanterns in place. This place is old and I'm fairly sure it hasn't been outfitted with many modern luxuries, lighting and heat being my chiefest concern. I plan on staying a while should fortune abide." He took a moments pause before speaking again. "Looks like we aren't the only ones here either. With my luck a whole gang's probably calling this place home." Mira scoffed at this and finally spoke up as the storm took a break, though silently she was hoping that it was over. "I am not going to steal anything! And even if there hadn't been a storm I would have loved to check the manor out on my own time. It's absolutely magnificent!" When she spoke her annoyance was made clear in her tone but as she spoke about the house her mood shifted completely and she giggled in excitement.

As the smell that had caught the man's attention hit her nose Mira's stomach growled and she cocked her head to the side. "Also, there is only one gang in Aclara or any of it's surrounding towns and they're stationed in a small town called Mypheros that's only a few miles north of Aclara. Also, Ruxville Manor is south of the city by at least 40 miles so no gang would bother staying here. Also, you really shouldn't just make assumptions like that. It's rude. I for one would rather just go see who it is." Mira bent over and quickly unlaced her boots before taking them off and placing them next to the door. She then took her bag off her back, opened it, and took out a purse before closing it and putting the bag next to her shoes. It was all a very neat and quick process and, once finished, Mira walked in the direction the smell was coming from. It would have all looked extremely graceful if not for the fact that another clash of thunder rang out causing her to jump and yelp mid-step, which would have caused most people to stumble though Mira managed to save herself that particular embarrassment. Blushing deeply Mira sped up her pace, not wanting the man to see her face after the embarrassing moment.

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As Faine was focused on her cooking, she heard the sounds to talking coming from the manor along with the sounds of a window being opened up and the sound of a door being opened up, of course they were being stealthy about it but her hearing could pick up on their attempts at being sneaky. With perhaps two more visitors in the manor she began to cook two more steaks."From welcoming a few guests to getting ready for a party, this day is getting more interesting by the second." She lightly chuckled to herself as she continued to cook the steaks to perfect perfection and topped them all of with spice and seasoning.

As soon as Faine was finished cooking the five steaks, she put out the fire before opening up one of the many cabinets that lined the kitchen and pulled out four plats each with a fancy design on them. She then began to plate the food, placed the steak on top of the plate, shredded some lettuce and scattered them on the plate, cut some tomatoes and placed them around the steak then she topped it all of with a special sweet sauce. The smell was wonderful, and she gave a small smile as she yet again made a perfect meal.

She walked back into the dining hall and placed four plates on the table, not in any specific place since she would let her guests pick them up and choose where to sit. The table itself was made of a solid oak and covered with a fancy white sheet with fancy designs like almost everything in the manor and most of the chairs surrounding it was a standard chair with arm rests and covered with red cushions. After she had left the plates for her guests to pick up, Faine went to the other side of the table to where a large throne like chair sat, covered with soft cushions and placed her plate in front of it. She knew that maybe one person would try to sit in her chair so she went behind the giant throne like chair and hid behind it ready to scare the unlucky person to sit on it, of course if no one did she would appear on her chair to greet everyone.

Everything was prepared to greet her guests, however she had a few surprises up her sleeve once they had all entered this very room, this was going to be a much longer night than usual for her.

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Character Portrait: Mirabelle Pelletier Character Portrait: Frank Wright Character Portrait: Kate Martin Character Portrait: Faine Ruxville Character Portrait: Finn Vann
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Frank rolled his eyes and waved off the girl's accusation.

"Whatever."

With that disregarded he turned from the woman and stood to face the direction the believed the smell was coming from. With another crack of thunder he heard her give another short exclamation combined with a bit of a jump. He simply turned his head to look over, an eyebrow cocked as he looked at her as though he was wondering what her issue was. In truth he already deduced that she was afraid of the sounds of thunder. His only curiosity was in regards to just how little she was able to control herself around it. Not being a man with a lot to fear he couldn't sympathize with her in that.

She sheepishly pulled ahead of him and scurried in the direction he was just looking. As little as he cared for the company he couldn't help his curiosity. For a supposedly abandoned place it seemed rather well kept and now it was looked and smelling rather lively. As some might say: The plot thickens.


Walking rather casually in his old socks he navigated a couple winding hallways to find himself at the dining room. Before him was quite a perplexing sight. Five plates were arranged upon the long oak table, each one holding a meal of steak and vegetables. The room was alight with lanterns set upon the walls, casting an illuminating yet dim glow as not all of them were lit. It was just enough to see by but it stood out even more as the rest of the mansion was cast in darkness.

Stepping around the woman who was just ahead of him not moments ago he approached the table, taking in the details he could make out in the dim lighting. He neither took a seat nor even so much as touched any of the food yet. Despite her chiding he wasn't going to go and just assume the food was for him. The most likely answer was that the food was set out for others that simply have yet to make themselves present. Even if he was a hobo he wasn't going to steal this food, especially as he intended to stay. He planned on staying in the good graces of whoever else called this supposedly abandoned old mansion home.


So he stood there, his mind drinking in the facts he was faced with. He looked up to the entrance to the dining room from an adjoining hallway, his ears picking up a rather suspicious noise. At first he believed it the sounds of the person he had just spoken with but looking back he confirmed she was not the source of the noise. Creaking floor boards and subdued footsteps betrayed the secrecy of the other one's position. If it was belonging to someone who was staying in the mansion before him he was sure to be ready and careful to boot.

He made sure his hands were out of his pockets so that he'd be ready to raise them in the possibility that the incomer is holding a gun. Last thing he needed was to get shot in the face because he was waltzing about someone else's turf in the dead of night. His eyes were keenly glued to the doorway the quiet stranger was approaching, ready for whatever might come.