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  • โ€” LAND OF THE FREE

    A CLAN OF VAMPIRES HAS SETTLED INTO NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA, VERY SOON TO LEAVE BEHIND A GRUESOME TRAIL OF FLESH AND BLOOD.

    STILL BLISSFULLY UNAWARE OF THE HORROR LURKING IN THE SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT, THE CITIZENS CONTINUE ON WITH THEIR LIVES AS THE VERY FIRST DISAPPEARANCES OF YOUNG PARTY-GOERS START TO CIRCULATE THE LOCAL NEWS.

    THINGS TAKE A MUCH MORE CHAOTIC TURN WHEN THE CLANโ€™S ELDEST LAYS EYES ON A HUMAN AND DECIDES TO FORCIBLY TURN THEM INTO ONE OF HIS OWN, CONVINCED OF FINALLY HAVING FOUND THE ONE COMPANION HEโ€™S BEEN SEARCHING COUNTLESS OF CENTURIES FOR.

    THOUGH QUITE SMITTEN WITH THE ELDEST AND THE EXCITEMENT OF THEIR NEW OBTAINTED IMMORTALITY, THE NEWBORN VAMPIRE GRADUALLY HAS TO COME TO TERMS WITH THEIR CHANGE OF DIET, UNABLE TO BRING THEMSELVES TO FEED FROM THEIR HUMAN PREY. THE CLANโ€™S ELDEST, WHOSE PATIENCE HAS YET TO REACH ITS LIMIT, ALLOWS THEM TO FEED FROM HIS BLOOD INSTEAD.

    UNLIKE HIM, THE REST OF THE BLOODTHIRSTY CLAN SHOWS MUCH LESS UNDERSTANDING TOWARDS THEIR NEWBORN MEMBER. TENSION BEGINS TO BUILD UP IN THE MIDST OF THEIR GROUP, THREATENING TO ABRUPT THE PEACE THEYโ€™VE UPHELD FOR DECADES.

    MEANWHILE, THE NEW ORLEANS POLICE DEPARTMENT HAS BEGUN ITS INVESTIGATION REGARDING THE MANY DISAPPEARANCES WITHIN THE SPAN OF A MONTH. TWO SPECIAL DETECTIVES DECIDE TO MAKE IT THEIR MOST IMPORTANT MISSION TO TRACK AND PUT A FINAL END TO WHOEVER HAPPENS TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR SAID HAPPENINGS, COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF THE DREADFUL DANGER AWAITING THE BOTH OF THEM IN THE NEAR FUTURE.

    THE NEWBORN VAMPIRE, NOW STRAYING FURTHER AND FURTHER AWAY FROM THE ELDEST AND HIS CLAN, EVENTUALLY CROSSES PATHS WITH THE TWO SPECIAL DETECTIVES. WILL THEY ATTEMPT TO HELP BRING AN END TO THE CLANโ€™S BLOODSHED OR COME TO TERMS WITH THEIR SHARED PRIMAL HUNGER?


    OOC // CS​

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those who are still interested in the rp and would like to post up their cs can still do so.

drop by in the ooc thread if you'd like to join our discord server for plot/character discussions.

there's six participants at the moment. clan members/detectives are always available as roles.​
 
mood:
calm.

location:
clan hideout.
outfit :
mentions :


interactions :
d'airelle
;; jehan

darkness greeted him upon his awakening at last. glistening particles mingled with the dust within his wooden safe haven. empty beads of brown had settled their wordless gaze upwards, and as they beheld the sight of the seemingly wavering walls, one might've thought that they had come to life. how tender the vibrations; how soft their curling and winding movements in the illumination of the nothingness that had swallowed up his inanimate figure. he could tell that the sun had just set. he could sense the abrupt arrival of the night. in spite of his instinctual urge to rise, he remained as motionless as he had been for hours. hidden away in what should've been his eternal resting place almost a millennium ago, he could do nothing but let himself be shrouded in the darkness he had become so familiar with. it was all but the same old story. night after night, decade after decade, century after century; and it had ultimately led to what any cursed creature of such old age would've eventually come to consider. "shall i remain or cease to be?", a faint whisper escaped his lips, almost too faint to be heard despite the utter reticence all around him.

the scarcely audible sound of creaking old wood accompanied his sudden movement, breaking the silence within the pitch black room at last. his lean figure ascended from what turned out to be the creature's oak coffin. curly strands of dark hair brushed against his marble skin as he closed it shut, ultimately turning his back on the narrow box he had been resting inside of. his feet didn't make the faintest sound on the wooden floor he walked upon. swallowed up by the darkness within the rather cold room, he seemed to vanish and reappear with each step he took. none of his movements resembled anything a mortal man could've been capable of. the curtains were drawn in a swift hand motion, and as his dark eyes settled upon the expanding view of the city below, one could make out a slight glimmer of hope upon his chiseled face.

the countenance of caravaggio's cupid he had; each feature of his body accentuated as though the creature had been sculpted with the utmost care and precision. a moment was taken to let his gaze linger on the milky way of lights below. new orleans in all its splendor and old-world charm. two weeks had passed since the clan had settled into their new hideout; the most luxurious hotel the city had to offer. high security and privacy were to be expected here, for not even the staff itself had permission to enter their private suites. in spite of his own lack of appetite, he knew that the others had to quench theirs. strict and thorough security measures had to be taken in order for them to remain safe and undetected for at least a few years to come.

he slowly tilted his head, indicating his awareness of the fact that the others had awoken from their slumber at last. still reticent and deeply in thought, he remained in front of the window with the unnerving stillness of a statue. his dark eyes were unchangingly fixed upon the vast city below, seemingly searching for something, or rather, someone. he gradually furrowed his eyebrows, trapped in a ceaseless trance for what seemed like an eternity. "somewhere.. out there", long slender fingers slowly placed themselves upon the reflecting window glass. he couldn't let this night go to waste; not while he still hadn't lost all hope just yet. his angelic countenance appeared to wither, his eyes progressively widening and his mouth twisting down in frustration. ghastly sharp claws dug right into the hard surface below his fingertips, threatening to burst it with a menacingly awful strength unlike any other. in spite of what he told himself, his patience was slowly but surely coming to an end.

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HELENA SENALAT BEKELE โ€” VAMPIRE


With all the grace of a headless swan, Helena slumped to the floor, knees wobbly from a short but deep slumber. Nebulous blues permeated the stale air of her hotel room and made it unclear whether it was day or night. Low, hazy lights creeping in through a gap in the curtains confirmed the evening. Sheโ€™d awoken just in time. Peering through those curtains marred by gaudy babyโ€™s breath print was a sky the solid color of Cool Blueโ„ข Gatorade. A few stars winked into existence on the horizon, but light pollution ensured that only a few would come out to play. A complacent yawn exposed Helenaโ€™s long, protruding fangs, and she rested a heavy hand on the back of her head, twisting her dark locks with a honeyed laziness.

Helenaโ€™s instincts encouraged her to leave a voicemail. The atmosphere captured an electricity that it hadnโ€™t held in years. It excited her, hungered her, gave her a vague, fleeting sense of empowerment. The twisted feeling in her intestine only served to contort that ravenous ache until it grew and grew and grew, leaving nothing and no one behind. Oh God, to feed upon the blood of mortals! How lovely that would be. How sweet it would taste! But you love them nevertheless, donโ€™t you, Helena, she chided herself, sinking into an emerald velvet armchair and curling a slender hand around the armrest. It was an extraordinary feeling, to have such a strong desire to destroy that which you care for most. She gripped the fabric, not out of frustration, but the lack of it; for she knew that the time would come soon. The eldest was awake. With clumsy hands and nimble eyes, she dialed in to suite number one.

The phone kept beeping, a foreign object to one as ancient as herself, and her fingertips seemed to buzz and tremble with anticipationโ€ฆ or perhaps bloodlust. A sharp and delicate nail tapped the mahogany nightstand with disinterest. Helena quivered and inhaled deeply.

โ€œHello? Hey, you up?โ€

 
mood:
impatient.

location:
clan hideout.
outfit :
mentions :
Grook Grook

interactions :
d'airelle
;; jehan

his piercing glare was still set upon the glimmering lights of the city when the faint beeping of a mobile device pulsated in his ears, causing him to slowly shift his attention to the object placed on his nightstand. he studied it for a moment of absolute quietude, most likely deciding whether or not to answer what he knew to be a call. he had come to know strange devices such as these over the past century, although they had not always been this small and practical to use. he drew closer to the nightstand and eventually made his choice; he picked up the call at last.

"hello? hey, you up?", a familiar voice came through the other side of the oddly tiny device he held in his hand. a fleeting moment was taken to consider his words before he answered, "yes, helena, i'm awake." his facial expression had shifted back to its usual state; no longer resembling that of an angry beast. though he could not quite fathom why the other immortal seemed to prefer devices such as these over the usual telepathic communication, he decided to keep said thought to himself. older than many, that she was, but rather new to the old world she was nonetheless. the rest of the clan had not seen a time even remotely close to his; a brutal time devoid of any sort of grand human inventions. blood had been the expected answer to most calls in such times, and in this modern century it had come to be through a flat object smaller than his own hand.

his voice was unnervingly calm as he said, "we shall see each other downstairs in the lobby shortly", and then he merely ended the call with the simple gesture of a swipe upon the screen. the action itself seemed of magical nature to him. a brooding expression lay on his face as he put the phone back down at last. his glance fell upon the dark wardrobe on the other side of the considerably big room. tonight would not go to waste, and he had no intention of not accentuating his determination with something pleasing to wear. though he had no genuine care for human concepts such as glamour and extravagance, he could not risk not looking his very best during his pursuit of what he had come to search for. tonight would be the night, and if it turned out to be not, surely it would be the night after. by the time he stepped out of his suite, he had dressed himself in the most splendid clothing, or rather, what he believed to be a decent fashion choice for this century.

his long black coat hung freely to his sides, making room to expose his equally black turtleneck and high waisted trousers. his movements wavered with each step he took, the artificial light illuminating the hallway reflecting off on his elegant shoes. no sound followed his swift and seemingly floating movements as though he wasn't made of material matter. something about him seemed awfully statuesque. an immense force emanated from him with each spot he vanished and reappeared from, an invisible and commanding sense of his presence. the incarnation of malice he had been before, and though his mind lingered upon the mere thought of finding what he had been searching for if only he were to remain his patience, his eyes had turned into a bottomless pit of what resembled his old tired heart.

coded by reveriee.
 
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calm

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hideout
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open

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beauvais
;; emmanuel

The feeling of being surrounded by softness was one that he loved more than anything. It was almost as if he had been set adrift within the sea. The silk sheets were cool against his marble skin, the fabric gilded against his body smooth, reminding him of a still ocean in a way. He could never understand how anyone would prefer the rigidity that came with a wooden coffin, now matter how finely decorated on the inside. Not to mention how clichรฉ it was. Honestly, it would be so difficult to adapt to the current century.

Emmanuel opened his eyes slowly, waking up from a deep slumber always proved to be somewhat difficult. He would have loved nothing more than to stay inside the comfort of his bed. For a moment he wondered how long he could go. It would be exciting, sleeping and waking up years later. He would have to learn all over again, adapt to whatever future he would have woken up in. His eyes drifted close one again. Perhaps he could spare a few more minutes rather than a couple of years. He knew that his clan members, specifically Jehan, would never let him sleep peacefully for such a long time.

When his eyes opened again, Emmanuel felt more inclined to finally get out of bed. He had the whole night ahead of him and a few clients to deal with as well. With all the unnatural grace of a creature of the night, Emmanuel finally climbed from his silken heaven. There was no need for him to stretch, yet the habit had not left him after turning, some of his more human mannerisms had remained.

The remnants of his deep slumber seemed to leave him completely while he made his way towards his bathroom. There werenโ€™t many things that Emmanuel missed from his previous life. But there were a few small luxuries that he had never realized that he had been taking for granted. His skin had chilled due to the cruel touch of death. He could no longer feel the warmth of the sun on his skin, but there were other ways to replicate the feeling. Emmanuel shed the soft fabric of his bottoms. The setting he had placed the water on was far too hot for any human, but for him it was perfect. He enjoyed the feeling of the water heating up his skin.

By the time he was finished Emmanuelโ€™s skin was warm to the touch. He savored the feeling, letting the warmth soothe him until his skin had gone cold once again, a physical reminder of the creature that he was and the things that he had lost. The slow ache that had been building in his throat was another. It was truly time to welcome the night now. But first, Emmanuel poured himself a warm glass of AB blood, he had a meeting to go to.

Looking as put together as ever, Emmanuel left his room. His pace was slowly, unhurried as he walked the hall.
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Yuyu felt like a teenage girl again as she sat on the bedroom floor with her friends, seated on top of a furry rug as they prepared for the night ahead. Their clothes and the contents of their bags were strewn across the room as they had swapped their belongings, sharing lipstick, accessories and more. In reality, all of these women were in their twenties, though they found joy in pretending this was a juvenile sleepover.

In fact, one of these women was celebrating their twenty-fourth birthday and had chosen a local nightclub as their venue. She had heard good things about it; The drinks were good, the security was helpful but strict, and it was held highly against other clubs which were often labelled trashy. She knew her friends, especially Yuyu, typically loathed going clubbing. The sticky floors, the touchy men, the strong smell of sweat and alcohol... but this club was meant to be classy, she had high hopes.

The girls were dressed, carefully balancing their outfits on the edge of classy and revealing. Yuyu, however, had leaned more towards the classy side. She had never enjoyed revealing too much of her body... it simply felt uncomfortable. If it were up to her, she would be wearing pyjamas, but the bouncers wouldn't take kindly to that... She instead chose a delicate dress that stopped just below her knees, consisting of delicate black fabric. The skirt flowed like the reflections on water, the sleeves sheer and puffed just below her shoulders, leaving her shoulderblades exposed. She paired her outfit with a necklace, jewellery she had borrowed from a friend: A thin, silver chain with a wire-wrapped rose quartz hanging from the centre. Her makeup was a soft red hue with blush high up on her cheeks and on the corners of her eyes. Her lipstick was soft with no harsh edges, instead blending effortlessly with her skin. She let her hair remain loose, wavy and brown.

With a few drinks already in their systems, the group made their way to the club to continue their celebrations. It was already growing dark and cold outside, though the streets were illuminated by street lights and the busy queues outside of the lower quality clubs. The group passed them by, headed further down the street to join the queue for The Bohemia.







reborn



yu yan








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โ™กcoded by uxieโ™ก
 
mood:
impatient.

location:
clan hideout.
outfit :
mentions :
Grook Grook

interactions :
erzulie erzulie
d'airelle
;; jehan

slender fingers slowly traced along emmanuel's shoulder as jehan's lean figure reappeared right next to his without further notice. shrouded in his brooding silence, the french man's movements had ceased to waver in such otherworldly ways. now adapting to emmanuel's relaxed pace, jehan walked right beside him, his countenance devoid of any expression. soft fabric brushed against his fingertips, sweet talking him in the most delicate manner, causing him to let his hand remain atop of the other man's shoulder before he decided to let go of him at last.

absolutely ethereal he was; this beautifully sculpted caravaggio angel by his side; each chiseled feature of his challenging eros himself. a dark eyed cupid with a seductive smile; hot, nerve-searing, this witnessed beauty before the kill; evoking a sense of arousal even within the old french immortal whenever he had come to watch his companion from either near or far. although he felt the sudden urge to admire the other man's marble countenance, he kept his brooding glance forward as they descended from the long staircase in synchronised unison.

exuberant velvet walls expanded within the lobby they had just entered, its radiance multiplied by the golden chandeliers scattered throughout the little garden of eden. blooming veins of ivy and honeysuckle adorned the walls with tender veins of lightest green, their fragrant and sweet waves gleaming in the luminescence of the place. wavering soft streams of classical music greeted the two of them upon their arrival.

jehan had brushed past emmanuel in a swift movement, scarcely noticeable, and within seconds he seemed to have vanished without a trace; only to be seated on the velvet couch in the midst of the illuminated lobby. crossing his legs, he merely sat there with the same unnerving statuesqueness, his dark eyes fixated on emmanuel for a brief moment of silent admiration. eventually, his hand reached out to take hold of one of the countless magazines upon the glass table.

he shifted his attention towards the first page, his legs still crossed as he began to read through each paragraph with the expression of someone plagued by eternal boredom. "des foutaises", he muttered out loud, tossing the colorful magazine away in an awfully disregarding manner. his glance fell upon emmanuel once more, and as he studied the other man with great care, he could feel his earlier frustration slowly but surely melting away. "it's been too long since we've hunted together, mon beau. i can sense your thirst, your desire to devour", jehan's tone of voice softened as he directed his words to emmanuel, "i think i shall join you tonight. something about this night in particular seems promising."

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ID.23093
Senior Detective
Rookstone, Alexander
The stench of burnt tobacco and strong coffee permeated through the detective's office, as he closes another file, another case. Another missing persons incident came to his desk again and each time, he feels that it's connected to the DR-4 incident. It didn't make sense, but a lot of things he found pursuing the DR-4 case do not make sense either. Shaun, his old partner, the victim of the DR-4 case, he should've died from the trauma he endured visible throughout his corpse, yet he died of major blood loss. Shaun was only one of many victims who were either found dead or disappeared, all throughout the recent two decades. He knew deep within his bones that all of these were connected, one way or another.

He looked at the clock, was it near midnight or past midnight? His coffee-fueled vision couldn't determine, but he knew it was late. The office was like his home, many times he slept on that hard wooden desk - god knows the number of times he has slept on his bed he could count on his hands and toes. Grabbing his mug, he tipped the contents expecting the bittersweet warmth on his tongue, yet found disappointment and emptiness in the literal sense - he ran out. Sighing heavily, he picked up the dark brown fedora on his desk and put on his coat, opening the door of his office to be greeted by a wave of fresh air. "Hold down the fort Johnson, I'm getting some coffee" he said to a passing officer within the precinct, rendering him speechless and stuttering. Rookstone, both respected and feared within the NOPD, usually had much the same effect on anyone who wasn't prepared to suddenly hear his voice.

Walking out of the precinct, he felt the cold night pierce into his skin.
It was a quiet night. A full moon night.
It was a night Shaun would've loved, the same kind of night he lost him too.

He tipped his fedora down, and started walking through the windy night, his overcoat fluttering like a cape behind him.
 








The girls huddled together like penguins in the Antarctic. That was one of Yuyu's issues with nights out, it was always dark and cold, and you risked being rejected from the club if you dressed the wrong way. With their legs exposed, they had to use each other for warmth as they waited for entry, yelling over the sounds of the street to communicate with each other.

Yuyu was always the quietest of the group. She hated raising her voice; It seemed to wobble and break if she tried to speak too loudly. In situations like these, she would just smile and nod along to the group's conversation instead. Despite her shaking hands, she continued to smile, her arms wrapped around a friend's, tucking her fingers into the folds of her faux-fur coat.

Soon, they were at the front of the queue, and a quick flash of their IDs granted them entry to the esteemed venue. Yu was relieved... no hassle at the door, the bouncer had been merciful this time. Maybe it was the obnoxious birthday badge her friend wore that inspired him to be kind. Either way, they were in.

Although they had enjoyed some predrinks, they were straight to the bar, and Yu's friends continued to drink. Yu was almost the designated driver despite the fact that they had taken the streetcar there; It was her job to get her friends back onto the tram at the end of the night and stay soberer than the rest of the group. She didn't enjoy the taste of alcohol, anyway, but her friends always convinced her to drink. They liked the side that alcohol brought out of her. They said she was more fun when she was a little tipsy.

They got a few drinks in them before hitting the dancefloor. They stuck together. Safety in numbers, they decided. Her friends had always been more confident than Yu, dancing with the rhythm of the music as it vibrated through their feet. Yu was a little stiffer, keeping her limbs tight to her body as she awkwardly swayed and shuffled her feet.

Aadya, a much more outgoing girl than her, tugged on her arm, yelling in her ear over the music.
"Loosen up a bit! I've seen you dance, so dance!" She grinned, the smell of alcohol strong on her breath. Yu laughed awkwardly... but she was right. She had studied dance as a child, it wasn't that she couldn't, she simply felt stifled and awkward in a crowd such as this. She swallowed. What was she worried about, anyway? Most of the people here were too drunk to really notice her, anyway.

Her movements were elegant, like ripples in a pond as her arms remained fluid, cutting through the air with ease. She spun and her skirt spun with her, wrapping around her legs before gravity pulled it back into place. She moved like water, focusing her movement into her arms and hands, rather than her hips as her friends did. She had the grace of a ballerina, her movements ethereal, though this didn't fit in in a nightclub setting. She looked strange, out of place, but she had enough alcohol in her system to help her forget that.

This was what her friends meant. She was just more fun when she was drunk.







reborn



yu yan








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