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Aww the poor shifter punky, he will definitely be mourned. I already miss his transy teeny punkiness. Hopefully there will be a day he will come to light once more!

Perfect though! Now Toby may not go crazy and exsanguinate the entire city. Perhaps that would be a good place to start: Toby nearly sucking all of the blood out of someone and exposing himself to the public.
 
Yes, I imagine that would be a good place to start, I will try to get the character up rather soon. And if you would, please do set up such an encounter.
 
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omg im so lost ;;
What should I do guys? Who should I engage?
 
You could have your character sort of lag behind the two, I'm not really sure. Meaning of course Isabel and William
 
You could have your character sort of lag behind the two, I'm not really sure. Meaning of course Isabel and William
Spy mode active? eDe
 
I'm going to reply after another post, don't wanna keep going with only two characters, as exciting as my characters position is lol
 
Ehehhehehe..

She must really think herself to have the upper hand... Mm, William might let her keep this illusion me thinks <3



 
WELL IF SHE KNEW HE WAS A VAMP THINGS WOULD BE DIFFERENT XD
 
Name:

Maxentius Galerin, Shortened to simply "Max Galerin" to the Closely Acquainted

Age:

Born in 13 BC during the Pax Romana age, he has been walking on the earth for Two thousand and Twenty nine years.

Gender:

Born a Male, but the Vampire has over time given up on any ideas of a gender identity, morphing it at times purely to his own needs.

Species:

A Vampire, for three years of mortal life he was simply a human mage however, but the ability towards magic has transcended his Embrace.

Bloodline:

Sakrat

Appearance:

Maxentius, like his gender, does not very often have a set appearance about himself, the appearance shifts just as much as is needed for him. Overtime he has perfected appearance changing so much that he has able to if he wanted to, mimic the horror that one would get when looking at a Bonekinal. Maxentius believes himself to be so far from Humanity in his current nights. And so an appearance of horror he has chosen as his "main" appearance.

When he is by himself, or among his most trusted of Childer the Vampire would maintain a humanoid, masculine, and slim body. Without Bonekinal appendages like a tail sticking from it. But his head would be completely different from the bounds of anything human. His eyes would be pushed out from his head, like the attenas of a snail, with his eyeballs being at the end of it, at this end he holds all functionality to blink his "eyelids"

His mouth would consist of a gigantic gaping maw, stretching his jaw out to fit it. Inside of this mouth he would hold many sets of teeth, as sharp as a Sharks, and as numerous as one. His nose would be lowered, and sunken into his face, until only the tip of his nose is shown. For courtesy, he does not show this appearance to people who he feels can not handle to see his "Truest" form.

The appearance he held when he was a mortal has long ago fled from his memory, as he has not assumed it since his embrace.

Personality:

Maxentius holds a thirst so much more compelling then that of a craving for blood. It is the reason that so many civilizations has went to war, has conquered, has enslaved. It is the reason why a person may begin to physically abuse their significant other. The thirst is one for power. Maxentius craves this like no other. And over the millennium that he has lived he has always kept searching for it, he has destroyed the ones in his path, and has manipulated so many more for his purposes.

The search for power goes above all else. He does not embrace a mortal for purposes of passion, but for power. He does not casually sleep with someone (Without feeding) for any purpose other then power. And he does not feed if it proves to be a detriment to his pursuit of power. This addiction drives every part of Maxentius' unlife. And there is nothing that will come before it.

The Vampire comes off as cold, apathetic, and without any concern for the problems of others because he IS all these things. And as his existence continues, he will never change. It is far too late for any change to come upon him, other then ones that are physical. There is no more pleasure in anything for this Vampire anymore, not in the taste of blood, not in the feelings of Sex, not in a Warm body next to him, not in the current Mortal Media. He only feels passionate for power. The sounds of laughter does not cause Maxentius to smirk as he.. thinks he gets the punchline, it only irritates, as he will never get what these fools are talking about, not without the greatest of changes.

Backstory:

The family that Maxentius was born into situated itself around the ancient city of Rome. This Family was extremely "Well off" richness running through the family like water flowed through the Ancient Aqueducts. Maxentius at first lived a life of extreme leisure, parties, wine, woman, all the like being a happiness of his. Life was without much suffering to this young person, and he moved through it like a breeze, and at Twenty years old he married, and by Twenty six he had started a family. Life seemed to go by as a blur to Maxentius. And it had, so quickly his party life had gone past, and now he had a child, a wife, a family. Life would continue to go by faster, and he would just die, fade into everything, and be gone.

If, at Thirty five years old, he had not had the dream. That horrible dream. It remains as the thing that Maxentius can recall with the greatest clarity. It was torturous, Maxentius so unaccustomed to suffering at the time, he felt he was going to lose his mind, but he did not get lost into the dream, miraculously, he made it to the end, and his eyes were open. He knew everything about the secret world that he now belonged to. He awoke in the middle of his funeral, and rose from his open casket. Everybody in the funeral gasped, and afterwards some screamed, while some others called the man a demon.

Maxentius was no Demon at that moment, but in his dream the Man had lost himself, and this is where the current Vampire comes from, nobody who had intended the funeral was left alive. This included his wife and his young son.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next three years consisted of the Mage learning how to control his powers, expand them, and how to bring them to a fuller use. This time was also spent in hiding from the Roman government, keeping himself out of their sight. He slept outside of the city, if Roman soldiers got too close, he would move, no matter what purpose they would have or if they even knew he was there. The man was paranoid, and he did not trust a single person. He believed that the Roman Government was always after him, and always hunting. In truth, no one could really care for him.

A dilemma had hit the man, and that was the dilemma that he was going to die. Eventually, it would happen, of old age most likely. And it drove him mad. He knew that he could stop that, but he needed a Vampire. And eventually, he did find himself back to the city, hunting the hunted. He made himself seem painfully easy, and it was not long before one came on his trail, a young Vampire, hungry, excited, with dilated pupils. This young one did think Maxentius to be an easy catch. And the man led this boy to a building, where he was finally attacked..

Later the young Vampire found himself chained to a wall, in the building's basement. With his own blood all over the floor. Maxentius sat there dazed for quite a bit, as the Vampire came to, he tried to pull himself from the wall. And the captor turned his eyes to this person on the wall, and gave a smile. He had tried the Vampire's blood, and had found the properties in it, for quite a bit he sat there with a shit eating grin, and if he had not bloodlet the Vampire so much that he had passed out then he would likely have failed so easily.

But now he was getting his mind back. The Sakrat on the wall did order him to let him go, but there was no use in it at all. And instead Maxentius made something clear, that the Vampire would not be let go unless he drained Maxentius of his blood and embraced him...

The young one of course agreed.

And a new Sakrat was made, but Maxentius did not keep his part of his bargain, instead he made his first feeding out of his sire, drained him completely of his blood, all the while shuddering in pleasure at the taste, until the other one went dry, and the young one went into a sleep, not dead, as a Vampire does not die when they lose all their blood, instead they find themselves in sleep, until they are revitalized with more blood. But Maxentius did not give the Child that chance, and he left the building leaving behind a pile of ashes.

The Sakrat went through centuries always expanding his power, mainly magical. He often kept himself in the background of society, not holding a deep tie with anyone, as well as not holding a set identity. Or, at least, not one that could be traced to him. And this went unchallenged up until he found himself in America. This was when the Vampire truly rooted himself. With his arrival he situated a mass explosion in a Vampiric population, mostly of Sakrat. Before any others could do this Maxentius formed for himself a vast web of lineage and for a century he used this web for himself, never showing a face, never talking to any but his closest childer, and his power expanded as his knowledge expanded.

And around the beginning of the 1900's he cut himself off, feasting upon those who knew him, knew his face, knew anything about him, and falling back into the shadows once again. Without a single trace, and even now, his presence has devolved into a bit of a folk tale, a myth. But he could be anyone, he could be any person who you are telling the myth to, and you would not know until he wanted you to know.

And if he does, your life, or unlife, has just taken a turn that will end in your ultimate destruction, in most cases... Most cases.
 
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Name:

Maxentius Galerin, Shortened to simply "Max Galerin" to the Closely Acquainted

Age:

Born in 13 BC during the Pax Romana age, he has been walking on the earth for Two thousand and Twenty nine years.

Gender:

Born a Male, but the Vampire has over time given up on any ideas of a gender identity, morphing it at times purely to his own needs.

Species:

A Vampire, for three years of mortal life he was simply a human mage however, but the ability towards magic has transcended his Embrace.

Bloodline:

Sakrat

Appearance:

Maxentius, like his gender, does not very often have a set appearance about himself, the appearance shifts just as much as is needed for him. Overtime he has perfected appearance changing so much that he has able to if he wanted to, mimic the horror that one would get when looking at a Bonekinal. Maxentius believes himself to be so far from Humanity in his current nights. And so an appearance of horror he has chosen as his "main" appearance.

When he is by himself, or among his most trusted of Childer the Vampire would maintain a humanoid, masculine, and slim body. Without Bonekinal appendages like a tail sticking from it. But his head would be completely different from the bounds of anything human. His eyes would be pushed out from his head, like the attenas of a snail, with his eyeballs being at the end of it, at this end he holds all functionality to blink his "eyelids"

His mouth would consist of a gigantic gaping maw, stretching his jaw out to fit it. Inside of this mouth he would hold many sets of teeth, as sharp as a Sharks, and as numerous as one. His nose would be lowered, and sunken into his face, until only the tip of his nose is shown. For courtesy, he does not show this appearance to people who he feels can not handle to see his "Truest" form.

The appearance he held when he was a mortal has long ago fled from his memory, as he has not assumed it since his embrace.

Personality:

Maxentius holds a thirst so much more compelling then that of a craving for blood. It is the reason that so many civilizations has went to war, has conquered, has enslaved. It is the reason why a person may begin to physically abuse their significant other. The thirst is one for power. Maxentius craves this like no other. And over the millennium that he has lived he has always kept searching for it, he has destroyed the ones in his path, and has manipulated so many more for his purposes.

The search for power goes above all else. He does not embrace a mortal for purposes of passion, but for power. He does not casually sleep with someone (Without feeding) for any purpose other then power. And he does not feed if it proves to be a detriment to his pursuit of power. This addiction drives every part of Maxentius' unlife. And there is nothing that will come before it.

The Vampire comes off as cold, apathetic, and without any concern for the problems of others because he IS all these things. And as his existence continues, he will never change. It is far too late for any change to come upon him, other then ones that are physical. There is no more pleasure in anything for this Vampire anymore, not in the taste of blood, not in the feelings of Sex, not in a Warm body next to him, not in the current Mortal Media. He only feels passionate for power. The sounds of laughter does not cause Maxentius to smirk as he.. thinks he gets the punchline, it only irritates, as he will never get what these fools are talking about, not without the greatest of changes.

Backstory:

The family that Maxentius was born into situated itself around the ancient city of Rome. This Family was extremely "Well off" richness running through the family like water flowed through the Ancient Aqueducts. Maxentius at first lived a life of extreme leisure, parties, wine, woman, all the like being a happiness of his. Life was without much suffering to this young person, and he moved through it like a breeze, and at Twenty years old he married, and by Twenty six he had started a family. Life seemed to go by as a blur to Maxentius. And it had, so quickly his party life had gone past, and now he had a child, a wife, a family. Life would continue to go by faster, and he would just die, fade into everything, and be gone.

If, at Thirty five years old, he had not had the dream. That horrible dream. It remains as the thing that Maxentius can recall with the greatest clarity. It was torturous, Maxentius so unaccustomed to suffering at the time, he felt he was going to lose his mind, but he did not get lost into the dream, miraculously, he made it to the end, and his eyes were open. He knew everything about the secret world that he now belonged to. He awoke in the middle of his funeral, and rose from his open casket. Everybody in the funeral gasped, and afterwards some screamed, while some others called the man a demon.

Maxentius was no Demon at that moment, but in his dream the Man had lost himself, and this is where the current Vampire comes from, nobody who had intended the funeral was left alive. This included his wife and his young son.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next three years consisted of the Mage learning how to control his powers, expand them, and how to bring them to a fuller use. This time was also spent in hiding from the Roman government, keeping himself out of their sight. He slept outside of the city, if Roman soldiers got too close, he would move, no matter what purpose they would have or if they even knew he was there. The man was paranoid, and he did not trust a single person. He believed that the Roman Government was always after him, and always hunting. In truth, no one could really care for him.

A dilemma had hit the man, and that was the dilemma that he was going to die. Eventually, it would happen, of old age most likely. And it drove him mad. He knew that he could stop that, but he needed a Vampire. And eventually, he did find himself back to the city, hunting the hunted. He made himself seem painfully easy, and it was not long before one came on his trail, a young Vampire, hungry, excited, with dilated pupils. This young one did think Maxentius to be an easy catch. And the man led this boy to a building, where he was finally attacked..

Later the young Vampire found himself chained to a wall, in the building's basement. With his own blood all over the floor. Maxentius sat there dazed for quite a bit, as the Vampire came to, he tried to pull himself from the wall. And the captor turned his eyes to this person on the wall, and gave a smile. He had tried the Vampire's blood, and had found the properties in it, for quite a bit he sat there with a shit eating grin, and if he had not bloodlet the Vampire so much that he had passed out then he would likely have failed so easily.

But now he was getting his mind back. The Sakrat on the wall did order him to let him go, but there was no use in it at all. And instead Maxentius made something clear, that the Vampire would not be let go unless he drained Maxentius of his blood and embraced him...

The young one of course agreed.

And a new Sakrat was made, but Maxentius did not keep his part of his bargain, instead he made his first feeding out of his sire, drained him completely of his blood, all the while shuddering in pleasure at the taste, until the other one went dry, and the young one went into a sleep, not dead, as a Vampire does not die when they lose all their blood, instead they find themselves in sleep, until they are revitalized with more blood. But Maxentius did not give the Child that chance, and he left the building leaving behind a pile of ashes.

The Sakrat went through centuries always expanding his power, mainly magical. He often kept himself in the background of society, not holding a deep tie with anyone, as well as not holding a set identity. Or, at least, not one that could be traced to him. And this went unchallenged up until he found himself in America. This was when the Vampire truly rooted himself. With his arrival he situated a mass explosion in a Vampiric population, mostly of Sakrat. Before any others could do this Maxentius formed for himself a vast web of lineage and for a century he used this web for himself, never showing a face, never talking to any but his closest childer, and his power expanded as his knowledge expanded.

And around the beginning of the 1900's he cut himself off, feasting upon those who knew him, knew his face, knew anything about him, and falling back into the shadows once again. Without a single trace, and even now, his presence has devolved into a bit of a folk tale, a myth. But he could be anyone, he could be any person who you are telling the myth to, and you would not know until he wanted you to know.

And if he does, your life, or unlife, has just taken a turn that will end in your ultimate destruction, in most cases... Most cases.
Trying to imagine his nightmarish figure is giving me chills lol
 
Name:

Maxentius Galerin, Shortened to simply "Max Galerin" to the Closely Acquainted

Age:

Born in 13 BC during the Pax Romana age, he has been walking on the earth for Two thousand and Twenty nine years.

Gender:

Born a Male, but the Vampire has over time given up on any ideas of a gender identity, morphing it at times purely to his own needs.

Species:

A Vampire, for three years of mortal life he was simply a human mage however, but the ability towards magic has transcended his Embrace.

Bloodline:

Sakrat

Appearance:

Maxentius, like his gender, does not very often have a set appearance about himself, the appearance shifts just as much as is needed for him. Overtime he has perfected appearance changing so much that he has able to if he wanted to, mimic the horror that one would get when looking at a Bonekinal. Maxentius believes himself to be so far from Humanity in his current nights. And so an appearance of horror he has chosen as his "main" appearance.

When he is by himself, or among his most trusted of Childer the Vampire would maintain a humanoid, masculine, and slim body. Without Bonekinal appendages like a tail sticking from it. But his head would be completely different from the bounds of anything human. His eyes would be pushed out from his head, like the attenas of a snail, with his eyeballs being at the end of it, at this end he holds all functionality to blink his "eyelids"

His mouth would consist of a gigantic gaping maw, stretching his jaw out to fit it. Inside of this mouth he would hold many sets of teeth, as sharp as a Sharks, and as numerous as one. His nose would be lowered, and sunken into his face, until only the tip of his nose is shown. For courtesy, he does not show this appearance to people who he feels can not handle to see his "Truest" form.

The appearance he held when he was a mortal has long ago fled from his memory, as he has not assumed it since his embrace.

Personality:

Maxentius holds a thirst so much more compelling then that of a craving for blood. It is the reason that so many civilizations has went to war, has conquered, has enslaved. It is the reason why a person may begin to physically abuse their significant other. The thirst is one for power. Maxentius craves this like no other. And over the millennium that he has lived he has always kept searching for it, he has destroyed the ones in his path, and has manipulated so many more for his purposes.

The search for power goes above all else. He does not embrace a mortal for purposes of passion, but for power. He does not casually sleep with someone (Without feeding) for any purpose other then power. And he does not feed if it proves to be a detriment to his pursuit of power. This addiction drives every part of Maxentius' unlife. And there is nothing that will come before it.

The Vampire comes off as cold, apathetic, and without any concern for the problems of others because he IS all these things. And as his existence continues, he will never change. It is far too late for any change to come upon him, other then ones that are physical. There is no more pleasure in anything for this Vampire anymore, not in the taste of blood, not in the feelings of Sex, not in a Warm body next to him, not in the current Mortal Media. He only feels passionate for power. The sounds of laughter does not cause Maxentius to smirk as he.. thinks he gets the punchline, it only irritates, as he will never get what these fools are talking about, not without the greatest of changes.

Backstory:

The family that Maxentius was born into situated itself around the ancient city of Rome. This Family was extremely "Well off" richness running through the family like water flowed through the Ancient Aqueducts. Maxentius at first lived a life of extreme leisure, parties, wine, woman, all the like being a happiness of his. Life was without much suffering to this young person, and he moved through it like a breeze, and at Twenty years old he married, and by Twenty six he had started a family. Life seemed to go by as a blur to Maxentius. And it had, so quickly his party life had gone past, and now he had a child, a wife, a family. Life would continue to go by faster, and he would just die, fade into everything, and be gone.

If, at Thirty five years old, he had not had the dream. That horrible dream. It remains as the thing that Maxentius can recall with the greatest clarity. It was torturous, Maxentius so unaccustomed to suffering at the time, he felt he was going to lose his mind, but he did not get lost into the dream, miraculously, he made it to the end, and his eyes were open. He knew everything about the secret world that he now belonged to. He awoke in the middle of his funeral, and rose from his open casket. Everybody in the funeral gasped, and afterwards some screamed, while some others called the man a demon.

Maxentius was no Demon at that moment, but in his dream the Man had lost himself, and this is where the current Vampire comes from, nobody who had intended the funeral was left alive. This included his wife and his young son.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next three years consisted of the Mage learning how to control his powers, expand them, and how to bring them to a fuller use. This time was also spent in hiding from the Roman government, keeping himself out of their sight. He slept outside of the city, if Roman soldiers got too close, he would move, no matter what purpose they would have or if they even knew he was there. The man was paranoid, and he did not trust a single person. He believed that the Roman Government was always after him, and always hunting. In truth, no one could really care for him.

A dilemma had hit the man, and that was the dilemma that he was going to die. Eventually, it would happen, of old age most likely. And it drove him mad. He knew that he could stop that, but he needed a Vampire. And eventually, he did find himself back to the city, hunting the hunted. He made himself seem painfully easy, and it was not long before one came on his trail, a young Vampire, hungry, excited, with dilated pupils. This young one did think Maxentius to be an easy catch. And the man led this boy to a building, where he was finally attacked..

Later the young Vampire found himself chained to a wall, in the building's basement. With his own blood all over the floor. Maxentius sat there dazed for quite a bit, as the Vampire came to, he tried to pull himself from the wall. And the captor turned his eyes to this person on the wall, and gave a smile. He had tried the Vampire's blood, and had found the properties in it, for quite a bit he sat there with a shit eating grin, and if he had not bloodlet the Vampire so much that he had passed out then he would likely have failed so easily.

But now he was getting his mind back. The Sakrat on the wall did order him to let him go, but there was no use in it at all. And instead Maxentius made something clear, that the Vampire would not be let go unless he drained Maxentius of his blood and embraced him...

The young one of course agreed.

And a new Sakrat was made, but Maxentius did not keep his part of his bargain, instead he made his first feeding out of his sire, drained him completely of his blood, all the while shuddering in pleasure at the taste, until the other one went dry, and the young one went into a sleep, not dead, as a Vampire does not die when they lose all their blood, instead they find themselves in sleep, until they are revitalized with more blood. But Maxentius did not give the Child that chance, and he left the building leaving behind a pile of ashes.

The Sakrat went through centuries always expanding his power, mainly magical. He often kept himself in the background of society, not holding a deep tie with anyone, as well as not holding a set identity. Or, at least, not one that could be traced to him. And this went unchallenged up until he found himself in America. This was when the Vampire truly rooted himself. With his arrival he situated a mass explosion in a Vampiric population, mostly of Sakrat. Before any others could do this Maxentius formed for himself a vast web of lineage and for a century he used this web for himself, never showing a face, never talking to any but his closest childer, and his power expanded as his knowledge expanded.

And around the beginning of the 1900's he cut himself off, feasting upon those who knew him, knew his face, knew anything about him, and falling back into the shadows once again. Without a single trace, and even now, his presence has devolved into a bit of a folk tale, a myth. But he could be anyone, he could be any person who you are telling the myth to, and you would not know until he wanted you to know.

And if he does, your life, or unlife, has just taken a turn that will end in your ultimate destruction, in most cases... Most cases.
Sweet pudding Sarita would piss herself if she met em.
 
Well then! I am glad that I was able to succesfully give Maxentius the monstrous vibe that I had strived for. It really enforces my sort of "vision" for Vampires in general.

Many of them hold their old human empathy and emotions. But then there are ones who have over time come so far from it that you could consider them alien.

Maxentius can fake empathy, he can fake everything a human has, he is required to. And he is a master of such an act, but it is nothing more then that, an act.
 
Well then! I am glad that I was able to succesfully give Maxentius the monstrous vibe that I had strived for. It really enforces my sort of "vision" for Vampires in general.

Many of them hold their old human empathy and emotions. But then there are ones who have over time come so far from it that you could consider them alien.

Maxentius can fake empathy, he can fake everything a human has, he is required to. And he is a master of such an act, but it is nothing more then that, an act.
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DONT WORRY MADAM I WILL SAVE YOU
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Go ahead. <3
 
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Poor William.

All he ever wanted was to.. ya know. Follow the rules :c.. Or rule. The one rule.

Oh well, I am quite wondering what Little Miss Vampire hunter is going to do now, I'm sure she's going to be very selective in her next action..
 
Poor William.

All he ever wanted was to.. ya know. Follow the rules :c.. Or rule. The one rule.

Oh well, I am quite wondering what Little Miss Vampire hunter is going to do now, I'm sure she's going to be very selective in her next action..
I shall reply soon, just got home from work lol
 
@QwibQwib I expect William will obviously disappear once more and leave cuz I don't see him dying now XD
 
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