Zeeb Blade

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His eyes quickly subsides. "That will be acceptable... Thank you for your humility. As you for you young one..."

"Father. With all due respect, perhaps we should embrace new things. I wish to stay here with my wife and her house. Besides, you can think of me as a governor of some sort. so I can make sure they don't... step out of line..."

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The groom senses her distress and thinks quickly. "Father?"

"Yes?" He asks, clearly not liking how he and his clan are being treated tonight.

"I am thinking that we might compromise..."

"What do you mean son?"

"I mean, what if I were to dwell here in exchange for one of Sir Von Strong's children to like in our territory." His father is clearly fuming at the thought and his sapphire eyes have now started to turn blood red. The dogs sens this and whimper as they run away to hide in case of conflict.

"Live here...? Son... You are the head of the family... Your child should be raised in our lands... Unaderstood?"

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The fiance whispers back to her, "It is actually being well learned." He then chooses his food and his blood, serving himself and his bride to be in a very respectable manner even though he was just insulted.

"So, Sir Von Strong, what do you think of this 'modern age' with all of it's 'computers' and 'automobiles'?" he says before taking his first bites of the venison that he was served.

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He nods back at the half-pire but refocuses his gaze at the trappings of the room.

"I see that your family certainly take your Prussian heritage very dearly. That is something I can respect in a clan. That and your preservation of these artifacts is also impressive. Considering that Napoleon Bonaparte's march easily would have scattered such things or burned them as fuel for their fires." He says as if he was there himself. Of course he would have. He is over four hundred fifty years of age. There is no doubt that he would have seen his fair share of conflict.

"Our clan had the same trouble in Great Wars in the Twentieth century. Mostly with old Adolf's Third Reich. They were the most persistent. Horrible blood though... It was tainted with toxic ideals."

"Are you kidding me son?" his father, the sixth Vlad speaks up, "Theirs was the sweetest blood in eons. As a matter of fact, Marcus Von Strong, I wish to gift you with five barrels of Nazi blood for agreeing to this arrangement." He says patting the other father on the back as if they were friends.

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The young man that is going to wed her, summons a bat to come and retrieve the rose and carefully place it back into your hair. His ice blue eyes cut the air around him like a razor although his features are far more fair than his father, there is no doubt that he shares the same mind and ambitions. There is, however, a far more civilized heir about him that commands respect and trust.

"The pleasure is mine Von Strong. Although I do smell bitten ones in our midst." He says as his nose folds into his face in a sort of disgust. "I would rather your clan breed purely. Am I correct... Sir Von Strong...?"

He looks at the father with those same icy eyes that again command everything that his position as hair to the Darcula clan maintains.

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Name: Vlad Tepes IIV
Age: 450
Background: Being a pureblood vampire, he has had a distaste of the other outlying clans for biting their newer members instead of mating with other vampires. The only son of Vlad Tepes IV, is expected to wed another vampire to continue the family line as his forefathers have and the fight against the Van Helsings and Belmonts.

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He yells more as he stumbles around literally blindly, "STOP! TOO MANY VOICES!"
He swings his staff more, breaking several things in his room and denting the things that can't break.

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The young man yells in surprise as he falls on the wooden floor hard.
"Stop talking to me! Leave me alone!" He yells loudly as he gets up quickly, grabbing his staff and swinging it around into the air.
"Stop harassing me! What do all of you want?!"

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A young man rests in his room, putting his walking-staff leaning on his beadpost as he listens to the sounds coming from the other rooms. He pulls off his black hat and places it on the other bedpost as he closes his eyes even though doing so is unnecessary. his mind lets him analyze the sounds and smells of his surroundings. They are much different than the sewers or the slums that he is used to. The things he feels are far different as well.
"Why am I here...? He asks himself. "What is my goal of being here...?"
As he meditates on those questions, he hears more whispers and he tries to bat away those who are making those voices. "Stop! Shut up! It's annoying!" He yells, starting to thrash, trying to make them stop.

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Name: Wolf Ironheart
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark black hair, Pale face, Pearly white eyes(Blind), 5ft 11in,
Beast: Rat
First Weapon Type: Walking staff
School:Necromancy
Day 1:
Period 3: Dragon Speak
Period 4: Sparring
Day 2:
Period 5: True Sight
Day 3:
Period 2: Potions/Alchemy
Period 4: Magic duelling
Period 5: Protection
Personality: Very morbid outlook, Finds death humourous, Gentle, Soft-spoken, Kind, Want to help others
History: Born to unknown parents, Wolf Ironheart has been an orphan ever since he became four and was later raised by a local prostitute. He got a taste of his magic powers when one day, as he was sitting and listening to the sounds of the sewer, he hear the voices of those who he has never heard there before.