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Vladimir Dracula
Born: November 8th 1431
Sighişoara, Transylvania

Parents: Vlad II Dracul
Princess Cneajna of Moldavia?


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Vampiress Vittoria Report | 09/01/2014 5:54 am
Vampiress Vittoria
(( hmm I could perhaps write more? Try and create an opening for you? I'll send you something more tomorrow when I'm actually on Gaia... And have access to a computer smile ))
Vampiress Vittoria Report | 08/12/2014 6:42 am
Vampiress Vittoria
(( oh how embarrassing, I copied the wrong one -dies- this is the right one, if this is too long and complicated no need to RP, I just thought it would be intriguing to write with a man of your stature.))

At the center of the nighttime city, the elegant 'Floating Pagoda' restaurant and opera house stood, whose lavished golden steeples and cherry blossom decor wound its way upward and stretched towards the Heavens. Most places of such extravigancy, seemed gaudy and over the top, but there was such a sensuous, but simple finesse, that exude from the place, that it constantly drew such a crowd. From the sidewalks, was a large red wooden bridge, like the traditional types seen in China, strewn with pink petals, fresh every evening. The dress was formal, the men and women as elegant as the place they waited eagerly but patiently to enter inside, for something as simple as dinner, drinks, and a memorable experience. At the front of the Pagoda, a carriage slid into view, eagerly awaiting footsmen moved to the doors, and opened them outwards. From pearlescent white carriage, emerged a woman who seemed tailor made for the grand building before her, or she should...considering it was her establishment. In this slowly growing modernized world, she hardly fit, but timeless and elegant was she, with the appearance of a red robed Geisha. Floating along, silk skirts trailing the petite goddess, and for a moment she turned that crimson brown gaze over the entry, smiling softly, content over the appearance, like a parent proudly doting over their child. --You've out done yourself again, if I may say so Madame." the voice came from the tall thin driver, who doubled as her escort, and Butler, Everett. Back in the days she recalled, proper women never went into public alone, and it was a tradition in this day she seemed to have carried over. Flicking a flash of her fan, she smiled and masked her blush, if such a thing were possible. "--You're to kind, it is quite the turn out, no?" flashing a glance back at the towering building at her back as if shaking off the feeling of being watched, she'd smile in it's direction, though she knew not why, and then turned back towards her friend, collapsing her fan once more, as they turned back towards the opera house. "--How many hobbies do you imagine, I can amass in one sitting?" she cooed, instantly moving like well oiled clockwork to the front of the building, allowed in past those who made no fuss, she was known here, as owner and songstress. Although clearly a grown woman, there was still something sweet and childlike, an innocence and elegant simplicity that boast of secret mischief beneath a lovely exterior, while it was clear in her flawless movements, that she was anything but human, a creature of the night, a child of shadows, that had centuries to perfect her art. Moving alongside her in even measure, Everett waved the attendants away, following as close to as an equal as one could get. After all, he was more at times a servant, but a friend...when things got dirty, it would be he, with his elbows in filth, the pale woman rarely got her hands dirty, though she wasn't beyond it...
Vampiress Vittoria Report | 08/12/2014 6:25 am
Vampiress Vittoria
Just a jump accross the street, from the large building where Morte stood from high above in his precipice, was the elegant 'Floating Pagoda' restaurant, whose lavished golden steeples and cherry blossom decor wound its way upward and stretched towards the Heavens. Most places of such extravigancy, seemed gaudy and over the top, but there was such a sensuous, but simple finesse, that exude from the place, that it constantly drew such a crowd. From the sidewalks, was a large red wooden bridge, like the traditional types seen in China, strewn with pink petals, fresh every evening. The dress was formal, the men and women as elegant as the place they waited patiently to enter inside, for something as simple as dinner, drinks, and a memorable experience. At the front of the Pagoda, a carriage slid into view, eagerly awaiting footsmen moved to the doors, and opened them outwards. From the pearlescent white carriage emerged a woman who seemed tailor made for the grand building before her, or she should...considering it was her establishment. In slowly growing modern world, she hardly fit, but timeless and elegant was she, with the appearance of a red robed Geisha. Floating along, skirts trailing the petite goddess, she turned that crimson brown gaze over the entry, smiling softly, content over the appearance, like a parent proudly doting over their child. "--You've out done yourself again, if I may say so Madame." the voice came from the tall thin driver, who doubled as her escort, and Butler, Everett. Back in the days she recalled, proper women never went into public alone, and it was a tradition in this day she seemed to have carried over. Flicking a flash of her fan, she smiled and masked her blush, if such a thing were possible. "--You're too kind." flashing a glance back at the towering building at her back, she'd smile in it's direction, though she knew not why, and then turned back towards her friend, collapsing her fan once more. "--How many hobbies do you imagine, I can amass in one sitting?" she cooed, instantly moving like well oiled clockwork, gliding to the front of the building beneath a lush sweep of silk skirts, allowed in past those who made no fuss, she was known here, as owner and songstress. Moving alongside her Everett, had too left the carriage following as close to as an equal, as one could get. After all, he was more at times a servant, but a friend...when things got dirty, it would be he, with his elbows in filth, the pale woman rarely got her hands dirty, though she wasn't beyond it.


(( so I know it's massive, I can trim it down later if you'd like to RP, but if it's too long and complicated I understand... Just ignore it sweatdrop some times I get carried away))
Queen Ava De LaClaire Report | 08/04/2014 12:12 pm
Queen Ava De LaClaire
I have simply come to give you my warmest greetings. As a society hostess, it is my duty to remain in touch with those who are members of my club house!
Queen Ava De LaClaire Report | 08/04/2014 9:06 am
Queen Ava De LaClaire
Greetings Count Vladmir,

How do you do?
Vampiress Vittoria Report | 07/13/2014 4:52 am
Vampiress Vittoria
If you should have the time count, it would be both an honor and a pleasure if you were to pay a visit to my opera house (via RP... If you do) -Vittoria
Vampiress Vittoria Report | 07/09/2014 9:15 am
Vampiress Vittoria
From one vampire to another, just had to add you :}
Evil Dan-Phantom Report | 05/26/2014 11:13 pm
Evil Dan-Phantom
Dan glared at the vampire lord. "Don't think just because I have fangs, I am a vampire. I am not one of your kind, merely a ghost."
Izanami-no-Shouzou Report | 05/13/2014 8:43 pm
Izanami-no-Shouzou
[[ Hello, thank you for the add v uv ]]
Lady Charlotte Elbourne Report | 04/20/2014 12:29 am
Lady Charlotte Elbourne
You are looking well.

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