Trinais

Divine Hijinks

"Men are staring at you because you look good," Parry said, looping his hands behind his head. "You've got a good body. You'll catch a fine husband some day. Or wife, if that's your thing and it's legal in Asgard."

The law in Asgard was a funny thing when Parry visited last. Back in the 1000s or so, give or take a decade. Heimdall was fun, if a little dour. Thor struck him as a huge jock type, unable or willing to let anyone question his masculinity (though there was always that story of him dressing up as a woman to trick a frost giant that made Parry snicker a bit on the inside). Freya was a classier Aphrodite. And Odin was the old grandpa you were afraid to get on the bad side of, terrified he'd beat the shit out of you. Plus he seemed to know everything at every time.

The worst combination of Santa Claus and Chris Brown ever imagined.

Loki was the only one who had a spirit of fun about him. Always wanting to do new things, meet new people, and poke them with a stick to see what they would do. Man, they had some good times. Maybe they could go back someday, without popping up on the Celestials' radar.

"And don't forget that I only told you what looked cool. You could've taken the one-piece suit I showed you. Just because I say it makes you look like a grandma doesn't mean it's necessarily true."

Parry shifted his legs slightly, his rash flaring up as it came into contact with some sand on the breeze.

Yeah, this was a bad idea. I'm gonna need to moisturize the fuck out of that rash. Stupid fairy queen.

As he was leaning forward to brush the sand off his thighs, Parry caught sight of an ass walking past him. And not the kind that walked on four legs.

He was shy of six feet tall, mocha skin and with a shaved head wearing a Speedo. The man gave Parry a sidelong glance beneath his own sunglasses, eyes all white with no pupils, and blew a kiss toward each of them before walking toward the tacky gift shop not fifty yards away. The worst part of the display? Was the sick smell of tar wafting off off the shimmering body as it moved past the two of them.

"Uh-huh, yeah," Parry said, ignoring most of what Rikive had to say about going back to the center as he watched that ass walk away. "You know what's six feet tall, has the body of a Greek God and looks a Celestial dead in the eye before walking into a heavily populated gift shop?

"A Demon."

The Hidden People

Parry-"Remember the 70's"
Flint-"No... I made sure to forget the 70's"
Parry-"Oh come on, remember that night when you and I.."
Flint-"SHUT UP SHUT UP"

@solamelike

Parry - "You know that time in the 20s-"
Flint - "I tried to forget that. Move on-"
Parry - "I know! You didn't realize she was a he-"
Flint - *Throws a Nosebreaker.*

Dance in the Night - A Vampire Society Role Play

"Safety has its price. I'm willing to pay it."

Appearance


Name: Ian "Sunshine" Gilder
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Vampire/Human/Slayer

Family: Estranged (Donates to Juran)

Significant Other
-None-

Gifts
- Dancer's Grace: While Ian isn't a true vampire, he has an understanding of his own body and its capabilities that would surprise a vampire. Ian moves on stage and off with a cat's surety of footing and a ballet dancer's skill.

Personality
Ian will be the life of the party but very rarely talks about himself if he can help it. His captivity at the hands of Charles has left him scarred and guarded. He behaves in a very closed manner to strangers but demonstrates unwavering loyalty to the Royal Line.

Biography
Ian Gilder does not share his past to strangers. The Royal Line knows a few facts about him due to careful digging, however. He arrived in New York at the age of 15, speaking with a Midwest accent and living with an aunt in Brooklyn. He attended High School and excelled in dance and the arts, failing the sciences, and was interviewed four times by a district social worker.

After graduating, Ian left his Aunt's and took up a few menial jobs in the service industry, working for minimum wage to save for college, his eyes set on Broadway. He found the task monumental and hopeless after six months. He did take up a job at a strip club in Greenwich Village which brought in plenty of money in tips, but also brought Ian to the attention of another vampire: Charles Delans.

Charles was a Turned vampire on the run from the Royal Line for petty theft of his sire's jewelry, and the need for a constant blood source was hindering his efforts to keep one step ahead of hunters and the aristocracy. Charles entranced Ian, brought him back to his hideaway- a two room complex on the West Side, and began to suck Ian dry over the course of three months.

Ian was a willing slave by the time a pack of slayers burst through the front door, even as they found him handcuffed to a wall and with a line of bite marks down his arm, emaciated and bruised like a meth junkie.

The hunters were unsure whether or not to unleash Ian- no one could tell if he was on the cusp of changing or if Charles hadn't tried to turn Ian. Ultimately they decided that it would be best to leave him for several days- if he was human when they returned, then Ian could be counted on as one of their own.

Fortunately for Ian, a pair of vampire enforcers weren't far behind the slayers, and they were willing to unlock Ian.

At court he was cleaned up, cared for, and questioned on the activities of Charles and his brood. At every stage and with every question, Ian cooperated to the best of his ability and memory. At the end, Ian was also offered the choice to continue on as a blood donor for the Royal Line. He would continue his work as a dancer if he so chose (he did) and could move to a nearby apartment under the family's patronage. In exchange, Ian would make himself available at all hours of the day for feeding and would take rudimentary self-defense courses.

Ian signed on the dotted line and hasn't looked back since.

Extras
Ian will not open up to interactions with strangers. Your character will need to have a history with him in order to get anywhere socially. Feel free to make up a story IC or PM me with thoughts about how the two might know each other.

Dance in the Night - A Vampire Society Role Play

Coolness! ^_^ Image is now posted!!!

Dance in the Night - A Vampire Society Role Play

Just read through this and I noticed in the OP that there are humans who donate blood willingly.

Would there be space for such a human in the RP or are you only looking for Vampires or Slayers?

Edit: Never mind! Found the OTHER roster ^_^ I think I'll have a sheet up shortly!

Edit Edit: Behold!!!!

Ian Gilder

"Safety has its price. I'm willing to pay it."

Appearance


Name: Ian "Sunshine" Gilder
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Vampire/Human/Slayer

Family: Estranged (Donates to Juran)

Significant Other
-None-

Gifts
- Dancer's Grace: While Ian isn't a true vampire, he has an understanding of his own body and its capabilities that would surprise a vampire. Ian moves on stage and off with a cat's surety of footing and a ballet dancer's skill.

Personality
Ian will be the life of the party but very rarely talks about himself if he can help it. His captivity at the hands of Charles has left him scarred and guarded. He behaves in a very closed manner to strangers but demonstrates unwavering loyalty to the Royal Line.

Biography
Ian Gilder does not share his past to strangers. The Royal Line knows a few facts about him due to careful digging, however. He arrived in New York at the age of 15, speaking with a Midwest accent and living with an aunt in Brooklyn. He attended High School and excelled in dance and the arts, failing the sciences, and was interviewed four times by a district social worker.

After graduating, Ian left his Aunt's and took up a few menial jobs in the service industry, working for minimum wage to save for college, his eyes set on Broadway. He found the task monumental and hopeless after six months. He did take up a job at a strip club in Greenwich Village which brought in plenty of money in tips, but also brought Ian to the attention of another vampire: Charles Delans.

Charles was a Turned vampire on the run from the Royal Line for petty theft of his sire's jewelry, and the need for a constant blood source was hindering his efforts to keep one step ahead of hunters and the aristocracy. Charles entranced Ian, brought him back to his hideaway- a two room complex on the West Side, and began to suck Ian dry over the course of three months.

Ian was a willing slave by the time a pack of slayers burst through the front door, even as they found him handcuffed to a wall and with a line of bite marks down his arm, emaciated and bruised like a meth junkie.

The hunters were unsure whether or not to unleash Ian- no one could tell if he was on the cusp of changing or if Charles hadn't tried to turn Ian. Ultimately they decided that it would be best to leave him for several days- if he was human when they returned, then Ian could be counted on as one of their own.

Fortunately for Ian, a pair of vampire enforcers weren't far behind the slayers, and they were willing to unlock Ian.

At court he was cleaned up, cared for, and questioned on the activities of Charles and his brood. At every stage and with every question, Ian cooperated to the best of his ability and memory. At the end, Ian was also offered the choice to continue on as a blood donor for the Royal Line. He would continue his work as a dancer if he so chose (he did) and could move to a nearby apartment under the family's patronage. In exchange, Ian would make himself available at all hours of the day for feeding and would take rudimentary self-defense courses.

Ian signed on the dotted line and hasn't looked back since.

Extras
Ian will not open up to interactions with strangers. Your character will need to have a history with him in order to get anywhere socially. Feel free to make up a story IC or PM me with thoughts about how the two might know each other.

The Hidden People

Ahhhhh, I look forward to Parry's banter with Flint as much as his banter with Rikive!

Divine Hijinks

Parry draped an arm over Rikive's shoulders, ushering her toward the front door to the center.

"Parents can be weird like that sometimes," he said. "They'll go to the ends of the Earth to keep their kids safe."

As he opened the front door, a loud KRAKKA-BOOM! echoed behind them. Parry jumped, turned around, and watched as a spot on his lawn a meter wide smoldered from a lightning strike, even as the rain become a heavy downpour behind them.

"But that doesn't mean they won't get angry they had to bail your ass out in the first place. Come on. Let's go put on some fuzzy pajamas, watch a bad movie, and eat a pint of ice cream- sugar and fat be damned."

Parry shut the door behind them, locking it and securing the wards in place. Another bolt of thunder struck, shaking the whole house before quieting, the rain outside turning into a soft pitter-patter as Parry made his way up the stairs.

"First, I'm going to change into something more comfortable than Huggies. I wasn't kidding about that rash..."

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== 64 Hours Later ==

After nearly being murdered by a guest at a baby shower, attacked by vampires, turned into a baby, then a toddler, then a baby again, and returned to normal, Parry was ready to call it done and head to a beach in the Tropics for a good week or ten. Unfortunately, de Lacy still had to have his due. The head upstairs in the kitchen was a solemn reminder that Parry was still little better than a cow for de Lacy to milk in exchange for favors.

Parry had been able to explain away the head of Rikive's attacker as a favor from the city's Jarl, a sign that justice had been done and peace had been restored. After their late night bonding session, Parry had to sneak into the basement to use the donation machine de Lacy had secured from the nearby Hospital for Parry's tithes.

Parry kept a few donations on ice in case de Lacy made such a ludicrous demand, but even throwing all those bottles into the mix didn't change the fact that he was left absolutely drained by the tithing. Left and Right showed up just before dawn to find Parry on the doorstep, paler than a vampire with a lunchbox-slash-cooler in hand.

"Send him my love," Parry said, slamming the door on the two goons before collapsing on the couch.

That whole day was a blur- he wasn't sure what he ate or drank. Thankfully the only kids they had to watch were the Lycan pups again, and they were still stuck as animals this close to the full moon.

Saturday morning, Parry decided enough was enough, he'd chugged a liter of orange juice and ate several eggs and decided they were getting out of the center for a day, dammit! He'd packed his Prada diaper bag with a few essentials and took Rikive out downtown to shop for a bathing suit (an adventure in and of itself) and then took her to the city pool on the city's West Side. Where the money was.

Most public pools would be brick and stone things, but the richer side of the city surrounded the small lake with sand and a lazy creek. The place was crowded with humans today, and as Parry and Rikive waded through the crowds, more than a few heads turned their way from the beach and pool to the faux boardwalk with mom and pop shops lining the way on the south side of the pool.

"Yes, the water smells, but no, it is not poisonous. It's called chlorine and it helps keep the water safe to swim in. If you do go swimming and encounter a sudden warm spot, swim away quickly. No, there are no sea monsters or nymphs in the pool. de Lacy, the Jarl, keeps the pool neutral so there isn't much trouble."

Parry stopped at a patch of open sand and unfurled a towel from his trusty bag, laying it flat on the sand so he could sunbathe and work on his tan. He offered one to Rikive as well before settling in to put some more color in his cream-colored skin. In true Parry fashion, he had to lie out longways like a cat, his swim trunks turning a few heads while his long feminine hair was done up in a ponytail. Neon pink with purple lightning bolts weren't his preferred colors for this time of year, but the rash hadn't completely cleared up and he wasn't prepared to wear a Speedo and show that off.

"It's almost 8- when the pool closes." Parry settled onto the sand, sliding a pair of sunglasses up to cover his eyes. "Sundown is in half an hour. We can stay after to swim- the cleaning crew are some of our type. Catch some rays now or we can go shopping. Your call."

Divine Hijinks

The Queen nodded silently, realizing Rikive's word was the only shield she would have for her actions this day. It was the slimmest of hopes but her court had fled and all her knights were corpses at her feet.

With a heavy sigh she took the orb in both her hands, set it on the dais at her feet and held one hand over Parael's head.

Slowly, Parry shifted inside the orb, growing by inches until his arms and legs fit inside the sleeves of his clothes again. And continued growing, not stopping at a toddler's size like before. The orb started to expand as well so he wasn't crushed or squeezed, though Parry had to tuck his legs under himself for just a little extra room. Fortunately his clothes grew with him instead of constricting his body.

The orb stopped growing just as Parry reached four feet in height and from there his head and arms started to stretch against it, like he was pressing against a balloon from the inside.

Finally, as Parry reached his usual 5-foot-8 self, the orb popped in a spray of water that drenched the Queen and left Parry soaking on the floor, his hair matted and wet like he'd just stepped out of the shower.

Parry stood up on both legs, looked at the infantile outfit he was still wearing, and looked back at the Queen.

"I should kill you for making me leave here dressed like this, but I won't," he said, walking back toward Rikive. He nodded at her once, reaching into the diaper bag for the iron sword and removed it.

"I should kill you for the diaper rash I've got right now. But I won't." Slowly, stepping over the bodies of the knights, he approached the dais.

"I should kill you for making Rikive take care of me. I should kill you for putting her in danger. And I most certainly should kill you for putting all the children I'm supposed to watch in danger." Like a lightning bolt, his sword arm shot forward- the iron tipped blade reaching for the throat of the Queen- and stopping just short.

"But I won't." Parry stepped away, turned and walked back to Rikive's side. "There's a bush outside the front door of the Daycare center. You're going to open the Hedge for us there. Not in the park. And if you ever interfere in the lives of either of us again, I will put my wings back on just to come back here and bury you."

The Queen, speechless, flinched as another flash of lightning outside her tree-hall was followed by a boom of thunder that shook the stones of the earth.

She nodded. At the edge of the glade, another path opened up, tall enough for both to walk through, and on the other side was the front lawn of Parry's center.

Parry turned to Rikive as he started walking (well, waddling, since his underwear was sized up too) to the exit.

"I've been on Earth for a few hundred years Rikive. A few friends would go to bat for me in a pinch. But none would stick around after what that Queen did to me," he smiled, but rubbed at his eyes as they stepped into the Hedge. "Not after knowing me for less than a day. So... thanks hon. I really... I don't know how to..."

Parry was seconds away from breaking down, and as the two stepped out of Hedge onto his front lawn at the dead of night, he finally gave up and wrapped Rikive in a big hug, squeezing her as hard as he could.

"Thank you so much. I thought I was... that she would... Just, thanks." He finally broke off the hug, pulled back and rubbed his eyes. "Also, I'll buy you a nice Prada bag for every time you had to change me. It's the least I could do."

Divine Hijinks

When the knights engaged Rikive, the Queen contented herself to sit upon her throne, the orb containing Parael in her lap, and watch. A spectator at one of the melees she threw for her own entertainment, she thought this would be a quick bloodsport and she could get to the business of putting Parael's power to use.

After the third knight fell and a spray of blood landed on her immaculate gown, the Queen channeled more of Parry's powers to form a golden orb about herself, protecting against any more unsightly disruptions in her appearance. Inside the orb, tendrils of lightning affixed themselves to Parry's back, the bawling infant slowly growing more tired as the Queen fed off of him for power to feed her shield.

The death of her First Champion, Rosette, left the Queen shaken. There hadn't been a long parry, thrust, countermove of a knightly duel as Rosette was used to. Rikive struck with a swift and angry brutality that clove the Champion's skull in two. Then there were three knights life, and all were juniors. Cowardly and wise enough to hang back and let the other knights battle, but not so ignorant of the Queen's wrath that they would willingly surrender.

All three were on the floor within seconds, slashes across their bellies spilling their guts across the grassy floor.

The queen's courtiers took that as a sign to scatter to the four winds.

And then the Queen stood alone, impervious in her shield but with nowhere to run and no way to fight. With the infant Parry tiring from her use of his power, she wasn't even sure if the shield would hold against the enchanted blade Winterthorn.

Politics was a game, however, and she took heart from the fact that no one would see her willingly surrender her prize to Rikive.

"You wish for the babe to be made whole? Swear to me- by your father and Grandfather- that no harm shall come to me for releasing him to you after all that has been done. Swear it, and I will release him from the curse."

Divine Hijinks

The Queen took the infant in both hands, eyeing the crib through her peripheral vision. A curt nod and her knights gathered about her a little closer, hands still on the hilts of their swords.

"All the wisdom of your father and the brute force of your grandfather. If only you'd inherited Loki's cunning, you would be a welcome friend at my court," she said, hoisting Parael a little higher. Above Parael's head, a drop of spring water lowered from the branches of the tree, not quite embracing gravity as it grew in mass and size, but it was only a matter of time before the drop fell.

"I thank you for your honesty, fair Rikive. Honest words should not come from fairy lips alone. So I will give you these words: Asgard is a mighty friend, but a mightier foe. An alliance when one party is in distress is not a true alliance. I see that now."

The drop fell, a blue orb the size of an exercise ball, clear as a spring sky, until it plopped all over Parry. But instead of splashing into a shower of fresh water and washing away the curse, the orb held its form. And trapped inside, hands pressed against his mouth with wide eyes, was Parry. His body shook, vibrating with force, until finally, he could hold no longer and his mouth opened. There was no sound, through the walls of the orb but the effect was instant.

Parry's body shrank a good two inches instantly, swimming in his clothes, and his eyes squinted shut. Without making a sound in the outside world, Parry started to wail and cry. Whether his mind was intact or not, he knew he was in big trouble and couldn't get out.

The knights as one drew their swords, leveled their shields, and the Queen smiled as both her hands held the orb tightly. Her eyes blazed in fury, aglow with starlight as she started to channel a wordless spell.

"But a Celestial... even a babe... is a mighty force indeed. If channeled properly- perhaps even strong enough to keep Asgard away! Knights! At her!"