ThornyRose

A Great Bloody Mess

Kuro's eyes flashed red as he smiled. The lad stood up as he walked briskly towards the huddled group, and took his place a few meters beside Chiyo. Kuro had been listening to the introductions thus far, and from what he gathered, the injured fledgling was Greyson, and the russian one was Krov. Kuro shook his head as he looked at Chiyo, and crossed his arms.

"Ehhh... Chiyo-nee, I really don't like it if you tell other people of how old I am. It makes me feel wrinkly, and all." Kuro pouted, puffed his cheeks, and snorted childishly. Then, the childish look vanished from his face as his voice became deeper. "But I guess what Chiyo said is more than enough." the lad tilted his head as he edged to the wall that was closer to Hisako and Greyson. "First of all, Chiyo, I would ask of you to respect Krov's history. I believe that none of us here, fledgling or great, lived through our human life, and vampiric life without a problem. We all experienced the hardships that this world has placed us through. Wars, genocides, corruption, insanity... We all experienced them. That is why I would like everyone to give each other the respect that they're due; respect them not because they are vampires, but because they were once humans as well." Kuro spoke as he looked at Chiyo intently. "Age merely implies power, but not necessarily wisdom. Krov, you have lived through a life of blood, and violence, and for that, I commend your wisdom. However, your reputation with the Black Swords is of no use to us. It is more of a detriment than a benefit, and as such, your life of killing and retribution must be controlled. We cannot afford to be discovered as what Hisako said."

Kuro paced around as he rubbed his chin. "That is why I don't reveal myself to people that easily. I've been keeping my identity from the Black Swords for a while now. Ranking and age might have been significant then, but now, it's not worth a dime. Fledgling or not, the Black Swords will still kill us. When we were still humans, we leaned on others for help, and now in our undeath, it's crucial for us to rely on one another in these dark times. Waste not a drop of vampiric blood. And for that to happen, it must begin with respect." Kuro now set his eyes on Krov. "If you want to be respected, you will respect even the lowest of the vampires. If you want to be appreciated, you will appreciate even the lowest of our kind." Kuro turned to everyone as he cleared his throat. "Whenever any of you feel that you have the nerve to disrespect and underestimate one another, always remember that you're all just mere infants compared to me... until someone more powerful comes... I hope."

Suddenly, the childish visage appeared once more on Kuro's face as he scratched his head, and smiled widely.

"Well, my name is Kuro Nakatomi, or Nakatomi Kuro! You can call me Kuro, or awesomely awesome Kuro-kun! I like to eat cake, chicken, and lollipop; I also like toys, preferably ones that can fly... Ramen as well... Hmmmm." Kuro drooled as he suddenly snapped out of it. "Oh yeah, it's not fair, Hisako-pyon! You didn't say your age! Hahahaha!"

Kuro placed his hand on his temple as he was apparently deep in thought.

"Hmm... Ah! I know! Dear me, I forgot! Hahahaha! I'm over a thousand years old! Nice to meet you!~" Kuro smiled as he looked at Greyson. "You don't look too well, big sister... How I wish I can help..."

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"Onee-chan." Kuro mumbled as he realized that she was unresponsive; she was probably losing consciousness. Kuro smiled as he drank the blood vial while trying to prop the injured fledgling's head towards him. Kuro dipped his head towards the fledgling's face as he, using his lips, fed the blood to the fledgling's mouth. Afterwards, he left the vampire leaning on the house to recuperate from her wounds. Kuro stood up as his glowing crimson eyes died down, and the same childish expression returned to his face. The elder vampire licked his lips as he wiped traces of blood from his mouth using his kimono sleeves. "Sleep well, big sister." Kuro smiled as he ran his finger down the fledgling's pale face. Suddenly, Kuro heard some disturbances nearby. He breathed deeply as he realized that the new guests were all vampires.

Kuro walked slowly towards the guests as he eavesdropped on the conversation. Chiyo was conversing with a russian-esque vampire, and with a child as well. "Things just keep on getting interesting." Kuro thought to himself with a smile.

The vampire opened the door softly as his red eyes surveyed quite a sight. Tons of children as it seemed. Kuro was holding his helicopter toy innocently in his left hand while his right hand was waving high and around. The russian vampire was quite 'scary' while the youngest vampire seemed more scared than one who was faced with death. Kuro looked at the new arriving vampire; she looked very confident. The same vampire began to ask their names as Kuro jumped in joy as he laughed. "You're very beautiful and cute, onee-chan! You have beautiful golden hair! Kuro-kun's name is Kuro-kun!" Kuro smiled as he pointed to himself. Then he looked at the tall russian vampire with awed eyes. "You look scary, russian-pyon! Hehehehe!" Kuro stared at the russian vampire when the russian lifted his shirt to show some battle scars. "Oooohhh! Tons of muscles! You must have been very active, russian-pyon! All the girlies would have go love-love on you! Beware of Chiyo-chan, she's very perverted!" Kuro chuckled as his eyes fell on the young girl.

"Hey! vampire-pyon! Don't be scared! Kuro-kun is here to play with you!" Kuro laughed happily as he crouched just a few meters away from the curled fledgling. "Hey, hey! See, wanna play with this helicopter?" Kuro smiled as he slowly pushed the helicopter towards the scared fledgling. "You're quite cute. What's your name, by the way?"

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Well... Because the authorities think that the only vampire inside is the fledgling Hirako... They weren't aware of the existence of the 'guests'. At least, that's how I understand it XD

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The usual thumping of wooden slippers resonated through the dilapidated shack; this was the usual sound that signified a certain elder vampire's return. Just a few meters away from the fledgling Hisako stood Kuro, a brown bag at his left arm, with a drooling bearded human standing beside him. Kuro looked at Hisako as his red eyes began to examine the only sanctuary they have left to call home. The vampire recalls the first time he arrived here... Mainly, he didn't want to get involved in the war, and as such, he was about to leave Japan. If it wasn't for the news of the killer, he would have left. Kuro had received an invitation from a fledgling who had built a sanctuary for vampires, and Kuro, knowing better than to fight alone, chose to accept the fledgling's invitation. When he arrived at the sanctuary, many didn't take him seriously, which was kind of expected for him. Of course, he made it a point to remind everyone to not tell anyone that he was an elder vampire, or else, the higher-ups will take note of this. Possibly even sending hunters to attack them as well. The last time that he fought the hunters, he made sure that he was far, extremely far from the sanctuary. The ending wasn't good, and while Kuro gave them a parting gift (parts of them here, parts of them there, and parts of them waaaaayyy over there, staining the walls), even Kuro's ear was parted as well. It took a few days to regain that ear, and as of the moment, he always avoided a clash with hunters.

Related to this, it can be said that the current real danger that the sanctuary has is Kuro himself. Kuro could relate this war to when Kiyomori Taira attacked Yoritomo's fortress; it was a massacre. Not one of Taira's troops were left standing under the hands of Kuro... Such bloodlust could not be permitted in this world, not again. Only this time, Kuro was in the losing team; they were the ones getting massacred.

Kuro snapped back to reality as he waved and smiled greatly to Hisako. "HISAAAAKOOOOOO-CHAAAAAN!" Kuro laughed as he dashed to her, the hypnotized human following slowly. Kuro wasn't even using his vampiric speed, rather, he was just running normally... almost like a child. Upon reaching Hisako, he encased her in a warm (cold) hug as he buried his face in her skin. After a few seconds, he let go and chuckled joyfully. Kuro pointed to the hypnotized human as he made a gesture with his index finger to his lips. "He's been hypnotized by Kuro-kun!" Kuro reported with a smile as he clapped his tiny hands. "Ain't Kuro-kun good?"

The hypnotized human went over to Kuro as the elder vampire placed a blindfold around the victim's eyes, and bound the victim's arms. The human slowly wandered to the cellar as he opened the door, and sat around the huddled group. In a flash, Kuro dashed to the cellar as he applied a strong binding to the victim's legs and torso. As fast as he left, Kuro appeared near Hisako, closing the cellar door in the process. Suddenly, Kuro looked at Hisako in the eye. "Hisako-chan, those humans there... they're not innocent are they?" Kuro inquired in a childlike voice as he scratched his head. "My victim was a serial killer. He won't be missed by anyone. While I won't stop you from hunting innocent humans, please note, Hisako-chan, that I do prefer you hunt criminals instead. 'Aight?" Kuro smiled brightly as he pulled out a box from the brown bag.

The box contained a toy, specifically, a helicopter toy! With a chuckle, Kuro assembled the entire set as he applied the batteries. With the remote in his pale hands, Kuro made the helicopter fly, much to the vampire's immense euphoria. "How I would like to fly like that.... Wouldn't you, Hisako-pyon?" Kuro grinned widely as he made the helicopter twirl and float. Suddenly, he heard some noise near the house. Kuro stood up, the childishness vanished from his face. With great speed he sped around the house, and he stopped almost instantaneously. There was a girl... rather, it was another vampire. Kuro pulled from his sleeve a small vial of red liquid; it was blood.

With a small gesture, he handed the vial to the injured child of night, and he smiled. "If you still have the nerve to speak, you're far from death. Drink up, and straighten your spine." Kuro's voice was deep and serious, his eyes were glowing red.

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One question... Is the current scene Night or Day?

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"Over the course of the 1630s, Iemitsu issued a series of edicts restricting Japan's intercourse with the outside world. Japanese, who had since the 1590s traveled extensively in East and Southeast Asia (and, in rare instances, much farther afield), were now forbidden from leaving the country, or returning, under pain of death. Europeans were expelled from the country, with the exception of those associated with the Dutch East India Company, who were restricted to the manmade island of Dejima, in Nagasaki harbor." (Wikipedia, because why not)

I think it was during Iemitsu's reign (Hidetada's eldest son; Hidetada(2nd ruler) was Ieyasu's(1st ruler) descendant) that Japan was closed to the outside world. Pretty much, Kuro returned after the reign of Ieyasu and Hidetada.

But that's just history :D Thanks for the acceptance!

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"Stand your ground, and fight, you spineless fools. Dying is the day worth living for."
-Kuro Nakatomi, upon arriving to aid an ambushed group of vampires


Name: Kuro Nakatomi

Physical Age: 15

Actual Age: 1514

Personality: Kuro, even though considered as one of the elder vampires, is notorious for being soft-spoken, and a bit aloof even when around vampires who were of the lower rank than him. This demeanor led many, if not all, to conclude that Kuro demanded no respect. No one is to be blamed, because Kuro really commanded no amount of respect. He always smiled, addressed people informally, and perhaps one of his most famous acts, took a nap (even though he didn't really need it; it can be viewed as him showing his lack of interest in the subject) while an important meeting was being held. He is also famous for his childish manners such as fascination for toys, inclination to pick his nose, and even play child games. Kuro has a childlike voice since he wasn't able to get his voice to deepen when he was still alive, and as such, even if he was saying something serious, it wouldn't really be taken seriously; Kuro isn't really bothered by it though. However, he still is an elder vampire, and as such, can still strike fear in the (undead) hearts of his subordinates. An example of this would be during an ambush by the Black Swords where lesser vampires were in danger of annihilation. They were about to just surrender their wills when suddenly, Kuro arrived, and with only two sentences, he strengthened the spines of his allies, assuring them a victory. This means that Kuro can be serious (really serious) when the situation demands it, but most of the time, he is literally a kid.

Bio:

"History"

Born during the stabilizing environment of the Kofun period of Japan, Kuro started off as a normal boy who served under the Nakatomi clan. The Nakatomi Clan was assigned, along with the Inbe, to safeguard the rituals of their government. Why was the Nakatomi assigned for such rituals? The answer is simple. The Nakatomi claimed to have descended from Divine Origins, especially from Jimmu who descended from Ninigi, and ultimately, from Amaterasu. In this case, the clan was prideful, and strict with their ritualistic practices. Naturally, one of the greatest honors in the Nakatomi is when a child becomes a candidate for a priest. In this case, Kuro was chosen from his bloodline. Kuro practiced and practiced the rituals; his blood, sweat, and tears were poured in order to fully devote his life to a set of deities who he could not see nor witness. However, no matter how many times he chanted a sutra, he could never communicate with a deity, not even Amaterasu, Izanagi, Izanami, or whatever god/goddess there was. These failures shook Kuro's faith as he began to question his practices at a young age of 13. These complaints reached the ears of Shogo Nakatomi, the highest priest of their clan, and retribution came swiftly. Not only was Kuro incarcerated from his clan, but he was also sent as a tribute to the Great Chinese Empire as one of the tributaries during the Kofun period. Apparently, in an era where religion was strong, questioning the dogmas was the surest way to face an inevitable disaster.

En route to China, Kuro's frail and young body failed him as he began to contract such illnesses that were considered incurable at that time. The boy was fated to die in that cursed trip along with the other tributaries. Kuro had already accepted his fate; a fate that was going to knock at Death's door. That night, while slowly relinquishing the last few drops of moonlight that he would ever see, the young boy saw a shivering figure a few meters in front of him. It was one of the newer tributaries from Silla, one of the longest dynasties that lasted in Korea, and without hesitation, Kuro gave the shivering woman his blanket. The shivering stopped as Kuro smiled, and looked at himself using a pool of water that remained stagnant in a wooden basin in front of him.

His emaciated face, his hands that could be compared to a skeleton, and even his eyes that looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets, was all Kuro could see. However, instead of recoiling from such a horror show, Kuro touched his face, and smiled. "I'm handsome, aren't I?" said Kuro with a chuckle. Suddenly, a figure clad in a crimson robe appeared within the confinements of their container. Kuro looked at the fair maiden with a smile as he shook his shoulders. "Sorry, no more blankets. I can give you my robe though... if you want it."

The maiden smiled as she caressed Kuro's emaciated cheeks with her snow-white and silky smooth fingertips. "You silly boy. You silly, silly boy. You really are very generous." the maiden spoke in a chilling yet, oddly, comforting voice. "Well, the dead don't really have any use for clothes now, do they, fair maiden?" Kuro chuckled as he weakly raised his hand to his neck, and made a slicing motion. In a flash, the maiden handed him a wooden cup which was filled with a crimson liquid. Kuro's eyebrow raised in inquiry as the maiden replied: "It's medicine." Bowing his head in gratitude, Kuro drank the 'medicine' as he fell backwards, and entered a slumber eternal.

Kuro awakened as he sat up. He felt a ravaging thirst at his throat. The boy waved his hands as he clawed at the ground. Suddenly, the same maiden he had met a few moments ago arrived in the bare room. Kuro became still as he began to wonder. The maiden merely handed him a cup which he drank from, and almost instantly, he felt alive... he felt MORE than alive. Kuro thanked the maiden as he stretched his arms, and what he saw was something that shocked him greatly: his arms were as pale as death. It took quite a long time for the maiden to explain everything to Kuro, but in the end, he began to accept his new life: a nocturnal life.

Kuro lived through the evolving japanese civilization. He even took part in the Kamikaze; the Kamikaze wasn't a typhoon... It was merely the deed of vampires. That is why it happened twice. Kuro also lived through the Shogunate Era where he first served under Yoritomo Minamoto (who promised not to tell anyone of Kuro's true nature) which ensured the Minamoto Shogunate to prevail against the Taira. Blood was no issue during the shogunate wars. Kuro killed anyone who opposed Minamoto, however, when Minamoto's successors took over, Kuro became distasteful of them, and didn't rejoin the war until Nobunaga Oda's time. Nobunaga was secretly supported by Kuro's strength, however, Kuro had to return his coven when he heard that the Maiden had been killed by someone whose identity was still unknown. Kuro vanished from the shogun war for a few decades, and only returned during Iemitsu Tokugawa's reign. At that time, Japan was closed to the outside world, and as such, their culture and agriculture flourished. It became comparably peaceful during Iemitsu's reign, prompting Kuro to settle back on his bloodlust... merely feasting on criminals who happen to break the law.

Time passed by similar to how eons would pass like days. Suddenly, Kuro was thrown back into the middle of a conflict when most of the entire vampire populace assaulted the major cities in Japan. The vampires were utterly defeated as the remaining children of the night regrouped in the only safe place left. Although Kuro wanted no part in this war since the vampires were the ones to blame, his decision changed when he began to uncover clues as to who killed the Maiden; it was a vampire hunter. Kuro is still reluctant to actually fight but he had already joined in some skirmishes against the vampire hunters. However, unlike his brethren who wage an all-out crusade against the Black Swords, Kuro prefers to hunt only when needed, and as such is rarely seen fighting against the hunters.

Currently, Kuro still pretends to be a child amidst all of these trials. He maintains a childlike attitude to mask a growing bloodlust within; this is a bloodlust that longs to spill the blood of the humans whose ancestors bore a hand in the killing of a person who gave him a second chance.

Skills: While Kuro possesses all of the common vampiric abilities, he is famous for being a virtuoso in the field of Metamorphosis. Kuro has a legendary aptitude for transforming into a bat and as such, he can grow wings while maintaining his human form. Not only that but he also possesses the rare addition of being able to manipulate a swarm of bats even when he had already grown his wings. Kuro's wings are also noticeably bigger than most vampires, and even more endurance, and flight speed. Kuro also possesses a very strong grasp of Hypnosis, as this is his main tool to manipulate the enemies of Yoritomo and Nobunaga such as Kiyomori, and even Mitsuhide Akechi in order for his chosen team to get an edge. Kuro is poorly skilled when it comes to Necromancy, mostly because he respects the dead, and he sees necromancy as defilement of those who had entered the Blessed Sleep.

Kuro is also skilled when it comes to Tantojutsu or Dagger Fighting Style. While he does carry a katana, he often uses the short tanto which is hidden inside his left sleeve. While he isn't as smart as the ancients, he does possess a decent amount of intelligence to match even the greatest thinkers of human comparison.

Anything Else:
Kuro is extremely lenient when it comes to his subordinates, and as such, even if a lesser vampire would trashtalk him, he would just smile. He always wears a kimono, the same kimono that the Maiden gave him to wear.

One of Kuro's fatal flaws is the fact that he doesn't kill just any human. He GREATLY prefers those humans who are criminals or evildoers. As such, he is very picky, and will only drain the blood of the innocent when he is insanely desperate.

Hunted (Supernatural RP) Pretty much always open

Thorne smiled gently as she realized that perhaps the guy had some psychological problem, evidenced from his pained expressions, and his reluctance to even reveal his burned arm. She had no intention to pry any further regarding that burned arm, mainly because it seemed like a private matter, and that, she didn't really have that much interest in it. Thorne looked around as she examined the forest; why were they even there? Thorne straightened her glasses before sighing and looking at the man again. It seems that this wasn't merely an abduction. For them to be dumped in a forest would mean that the perpetrator really took time to devise this plan. There would be research as to what, where, and why this forest would be picked. The mere thought that they dumped in a forest, and not killed, would mean that they weren't meant for ransom. Worst case scenario, they would be killed by the wild animals in this forest. This would be similar to the amphitheater back in the Roman days. This would mean... someone is watching them; someone was being entertained every time their blood would paint the ground red. At least, that's how Thorne placed it logically based on the movies that she had watched.

"Well. From the looks of it, Chriss isn't the problem here. It seems, we were truly chosen to be abducted, perhaps assaulted in your case." Thorne's voice turned from gentle to serious. Thorne could calculate all she wants, but as long as she didn't know the cause, she would never know the reason. "It seems we're gonna be stuck here for a while. More or less, this was a well-planned scheme. We're not abducted... we're just entertainment." Thorne mumbled as she clenched her fist. Suddenly, she relaxed and shook her head. "Now is not the time to get an asthma attack!" Thorne held her head while shaking it vigorously. Thorne breathed deeply as she focused her mind.

"Well, there is strength in numbers. I guess it's better if we find the others, wouldn't you agree, Azuriel?" Thorne looked back at the snow-haired lad with a smile.

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Thorne gripped her chest as she breathed in deeply. Suddenly, she felt her heart begin to beat normally. She had just one of those panic and asthma attacks. It wasn't new, but it doesn't mean she liked it. The girl used the tree's trunk to balance herself as she looked straight ahead. From the corner of her eye, she saw someone who was observing her; there was a guy with snow-white hair, pale skin, crimson eyes, and finally, a scar that ran down across his left eye. The lad intrigued Thorne because it was quite rare to see someone of his condition. Albinism? Hair dye? Trauma and accident? All the possibilities were good for research. Wait a minute! All the morbid thoughts vanished from Thorne's mind when science came around.

Thorne realized that if she would maintain her sanity, she would have to occupy her mind. Picking herself up, and shaking the dust off of her, Thorne waved to the guy weakly. She slowly approached him, a bit anxious that she would scare him off. "Hey." Thorne greeted the lad weakly as she swallowed her saliva. "I don't really know how to talk to people... So, I think I'll get straight to the point. You got abducted as well?" Thorne tried to smile as she brushed her hair away from her face. Thorne began to observe the lad, just as a scientist would.

The boy had burns... Wait, scratch that. The boy had EXTREME burns on his left arm. It seemed that whatever scorched the guy was enough to cause at least a 2nd or 3rd degree immolation. She looked up, noticing that the lad was apparently into piercings; the guy's ears were riddled with piercings, well, except the one with only three. Thorne also looked at the boy's eyes, amazed at the crimson shade; in fact, she was more drawn to the crimson shade than the scar. "Albino." Thorne mumbled silently to herself as she snapped back to reality. She then shook her head as she looked at the lad once more.

"Sorry for staring..." Thorne let out an awkward laugh as she stretched out her arm. She didn't like shaking hands, but it was the social convention. "I'm Dr. Thorne Rauss. You can call me Thor, Thorne, or even Rauss. Feel free." Thorne chuckled. "What's yours?"

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It was dark. She was alone. She knew she was awake yet her body refused to respond to her will. The voices and sounds were tormenting her psyche; she couldn't bear it any longer. Suddenly, she jolted awake; her breath was heavy and pained. Dr. Thorne sat up as her very breath became a conscious effort. She felt the soft grass at her fingertips, the still breeze on her face, and the moisture of the environment on her skin. Thorne rubbed her head as she fumbled for the glasses that she always kept in her pocket. With a slight tug, Thorne grabbed her glasses and put them on, giving her a clear glimpse of the world around her. Thorne looked around wearily, she noticed some other hazy figures who were walking about, apparently awakened from their dreamless slumber.

"What the---?" Thorne mumbled as she tried to stand, but her knees gave way and she plopped to the ground within a heartbeat. "Damn. Calm down.." Thorne chanted to herself as she bit her soft thumb in an attempt to not lose her sanity. "Have I been abducted? If that's the case--" Thorne attempted to make use of her logic in order to find a rational reason behind all of these. "Curses... It must be that Chriss." she mumbled silently before grunting and heaving herself up. Thorne stood up awkwardly as she felt her legs still weakened beneath her weight. She limped over to a nearby tree as she leaned on it. "This must be the one where I get abducted, and possibly killed; worse, raped. How do I get out of here?!" Thorne pounded her fist on the tree as she realized that she was helpless, clueless, and worthless under these conditions. What's a PhD when she can't even save her own skin? A dissertation ain't gonna regrow her limb as far as science is concerned.

Thorne tried to recall the things that happened so far. She was currently finishing her paper on Paranormal Environmental Changes. Next, one of her research assistants handed her an Oolong tea. As always the tea was served in her favorite pink furry cat styled cup. The last thing she remembered was her taking a sip of the tea before her eyes lose their light.

"So that Research Assistant was Chriss' culprit huh? I still don't get it... if Chriss wanted to abduct me, why include these other people?" Thorne panted as she strove to breath in oxygen for her brain to keep working. Her breaths began to get more painful and conscious... it seems even though she looked calm, her mind was in anarchy. Thorne gripped her chest as she focused on breathing before anything else... If Chriss was the one behind all of this, she would first shove her own D (doctorate) up his ass before she would get raped or killed. She might get killed, but Thorne has no intention to just roll over and die without a fight.