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Kyran

Kyran's light eyes flickered about, squinting against even the faintest of lights. He was still sensitive, new to the unlife of the vampires. He had little idea that half the people around him were hundreds of years old, but he might have suspected by the tall and confident gaits or chatter of old friends who appeared no older than twenty-something. Compared to the elegance and class around him, he was short and wide eyed. His clothes were a level too casual, and he tugged nervously on his white rat tail. White-- he fit the generic descriptor of a vampire: pale, red eyes--closer to pink however--and aching, growing fangs. But the albinism was a pre-undead condition, and he was at least grateful for the improved sight. Almost too improved, he thought, squinting against a harsh, crimson light reflecting off the woman's tiara.

She introduced herself before growing quiet, allowing the crowd to whisper and gossip for a few moments. Kyran's gaze flickered to his right, the utterance of "princess" coming from the general direction. "Oh," he said to himself dumbly, his eyes finding the princess again with anew curiosity. Un-admittedly, he found himself falling in and out of listening to her words, sizing her up for her nonverbal presentation instead: she certainly carried herself like a princess and was definitely beautiful enough for the part. His gaze followed her long, flowing hair and its frame around her curves. As if such a woman would need it, he nodded in silent approval.

Princess Zaria's speech came to a close and he watched her nod to the side. His eyebrows furrowed together as he followed the movement and, still finding himself confused, he looked around at the others. Finally, the people around him pawed at the envelopes they were given and he cleared his throat to follow suit. A small panic set in, and he mentally scorned himself for not listening. What were these for? What was the point? Something about attending the academy, sure, but what could the envelope hold that was so important that everyone had to wait until this exact moment?

"Rolf Mogenssen?" he wondered aloud, eyeing the photo with narrowed eyes. Rolf in question was a plain enough looking fellow: glasses and shaggy blonde hair. Some sort of team building exercise? Kyran thought, gaze raising from the photo to locate the fellow.

Rowan

Quite the contrast to some younger vampires and mages, Rowan stood tall and confident. Chin up, eyes forward, she had the poise to rival the princess...but the grace not to dare suggest it. Her light brown skin was complimented by her dark brown eyes, flecked with deep red tones. Her hair fell in long cascades, styled and loose for the important occasion. She humored small talk with a smile and quiet laughs sure to show off her white fangs, never failing to respond appropriately to the "how do you dos" and "it's been far too longs." Truly, Rowan embodied the pedigree that is the Batisma name was known for. Attuned to the atmosphere, Rowan's eyes would be some of the first to be directed to the stage. Other vampires, for sure, may beat her to it, but it was by her interest that others knew to look upon the stage.

Princess Zaria introduced herself, and Rowan gazed on seemingly unfazed. In fact, when she did glance around at the crowd, it was with the slightest yet most judgmental wrinkle of her nose: of course these people should recognize the princess. The quick wave of murmurs was uncalled for, and her attention recentered on the princess as quickly as it had receded. She would continue to listen quietly, gaze mostly unwavering save for catching slight movements of others throughout the speech. Rowan smiled to herself, taken pride in being hand selected to attend the academy. An opportunity that will not be wasted, she thought to herself...though it was clear that the journey wouldn't be without some bumps.

Rowan's smile slowly faded as the speech went on. It was one thing for vampires and mages to be attending the same school, however, she found herself stuck on a single sentence. "Each of you have been divided into pairs consisting of one vampire and one mage, pairs that have been hand-picked and assigned by yours truly." It echoed in her head, dismay settling in. Magic was fascinating, to be sure, but not enough that Rowan wanted to be assigned a mage for her time at the academy. Her dark gaze fell to the envelope in her fingers, and she licked her drying lips. "Hm."

And, suddenly, she was not taking the initiative in the crowd. Faintly, Rowan could hear the envelopes being opened by those around her and she suddenly felt left behind. Her eyes shot back up to the stage, hoping that the Princess would announce that the joke was over and that everyone would laugh. But Princess Zaria was gone, and Rowan stood in a crowd equal parts mage and vampire--too equal. "Hm," she repeated dryly, licking her lips again. Forcing a smile of her own, she opened the envelope.

Inside, information for a young woman by the name of Lilith was revealed. Appearance alone, she was already opposite to Rowan: light hair where she had dark and pretty blue eyes to contrast Rowan's deep red. Slowly, she closed the envelope and raised her chin again, scanning the crowd for the girl.

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@The One That's good because I do have him stronger than one might expect from a newbie vampire. He of course has a long way to grow and likely won't rival any of the vampires in this RP, lol, but the unique blood would easily explain that.

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And Rowan & Scarlet (the vampire, not the mage) because that just screams Power Couple to me.



Or a rivalry that turns into romance. B)

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@Ellion Then fuck, anyone else thinking Nicolaus and Damien for that personality clash of doms? B)

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I keep seeing ships I like, but they don't work because of sexuality xD

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Well, shit, when you put it that way..

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Don't tempt me, I'm a shipping machine

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I just thought I should let you guys know I have work tonight till 2 am

@Coppycat_element_dragon

That sucks man. I'll be around, though. I work 10p to 6a, but I have a desk job, so I'll be online anyway.

Darkness and Dust, Revelry and Rust(Post-Apocalyptic, Dramatic, Intense, Rp.)

Replied and not super happy with it, but it'll do for now, lol.

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Nikos

"You're good with them," Nikos commented absentmindedly, voice low as he squinted at the paper in his lap. Six feet and curled into himself to draw, he looked deceptively small. And it was only when the kids scurried off to the warmth of their blankets that he sat up, rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck. Private in his work, Nikos was quick to slip the sketchbook and accompanying charcoal into his bag. He sniffed as he exchanged it for his water bottle to take a sip and looked around the room. He was one of the newcomers, but unlikely one to bring Daniel unease: he had been here longer than the others and was rarely a source or conduit for conflict. At worse, he eyed women and men alike a little too much, but overall offered a friendly presence and good food.

Sitting up straight, his height showed, though he was thin. His dark hair was kept out of his pale face by a short ponytail, and he was dressed warmly. He replaced his water bottle, dark eyes flickering around the quieting room. Nikos had recovered since first arriving, but he could feel himself growing restless. He likened himself to be the sort to be comfortable where ever he was, but semi-permanence offered by the Bank made him uneasy. He came from a band of nomads, so the claustrophobia slowly setting in wasn't entirely strange or unwarranted.

Nikos sat against the wall, listening to the quiet as children fell asleep and adults settled in to do the same, plagued by their past and anxieties.

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Riddley

Riddley stood outside, squinting against the darkness. She was restless, always having to be up and about, ideally not surrounded by people. So she stood just outside the bank, light eyes flickering about as her knife danced along her fingers and between her hands. There had to be someone standing guard against the night, she insisted, anything can happen. So she took the job upon herself. Having something to focus on was better than lulling in and out of sleep due to nightmares or grief, anyway, and she enjoyed the...semi-fresh air despite wearing a scarf over her nose to protect herself from it.

Unlike some of the others, Riddley no doubt brought uneasiness to some of the members of the Rochester crew. She was passionate and impatient, easily misjudged as a loose canon. She was intense, her gaze alone piercing. Despite her unrest, she took some comfort in joining the crew and having access to their building and supplies. She had spent her time before drifting between groups, usually finding some excuse to leave. While she allowed herself to hope that the Rochester crew may be different, she didn't count on it, but that wouldn't stop her from putting her energy into helping defend them.

She allowed herself to still, the knife coming to a stop in her palm. Riddley gently replaced it in her boot, not resting her eyes or ears for a moment.