{Private} Vampire/Lycan {Private}

[Lady March Hare]

A Vampire/Lycan Private RP
Private; if you aren't Riko Miyoko or Fairlee please do not post

[Lady March Hare]

Lycan

Gaia name:
Fairlee

Char. Name:
Araceli; AKA "Cel"

Age:
18

Gender:
Female

Gender Preference:
Men

Height:
5'6"

Weight:
130

Personality:
Outgoing, cocky, and a tad bit temperamental, Cel is good at heart... at least, it's assumed she is. She's a stubborn girl with a sophisticated streak; just because she's an 'animal' doesn't mean she always acts like one. She has a soft spot for birds, bells, and beef jerky, and her only one true hatred is people who call her Araceli. If she decides she doesn't like you you're in trouble; but if she accepts you as one of her pack she'll be loyal for life. While she doesn't seem to have much of a problem opening up, she doesn't really trust easily. Cel's a determined creature and if she makes a promise she'll keep it, no matter how grudgingly. She's dependable but only reluctantly depends on others. Cel's proud to be a lycan; and has a species based bias towards other races that isn't malicious, only cautionary. Most odd; Cel is a girl that isn't looking for anything in particular; she is happy in her stagnant, if rather odd, life. Change always catches her off guard.

Bio:
Cel can't remember a time she wasn't lycan, though she has been long told that her race is made, not born. She was turned as a child and was either far too young or too traumatized by the event to remember it. Her human parents are unknown and presumed dead; Cel was brought up by a traveling lycan brother and sister, Albert and Holly. They treated her as a younger sister, and it is from them Cel derived her lycan pride. Cel had a happy life growing up with them, but she was restless and, truth be told, a bit bored with the country life. She craved the mysteries and newness of the big cities; and so on her 18th birthday she bid farewell to her adopted family and headed off on her own.

Appearance:

Normal:

Transformed:
Pretty much like the picture, to be general. To be specific her ears shift and become wolf-like covered with fur the same color as her hair, her legs from the knee down change to overlarge counterparts, and her hands sport ragged claws that emerge from her knuckle area. Her teeth turn to sharp inscissors, and a scraggly brown gold tail hangs down to help her keep her balance when running.

Other:
She's not one for weapons; she tends to rely on the strength of her transformation alone. However she does keep a 4 ft steel (not silver) chain wrapped around her wrist that she finds a wide assortment of uses for. It was given to her by Holly when Cel decided to head off on her own.

[Riko Miyoko]

Gaia name:

Riko Miyoko

Char. Name:

Max Seran

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Gender Preference:

Female

Height:

5'10"

Weight:

154

Personality:

Max carries a sort of uncaring air about him. He's normally unresponsive to the things about him, and often gives nothing more than a grunt to a statement. He has taken full advantage of being able to drink and smoke without supervision, and can be seen carrying a cigarette in his mouth as something to nibble on. He, of course, denies any claims of him being addicted to either of them.

Bio:

Max grew up in a human home with human parents who loved him dearly. However, the overprotection of his parents led him to shy away from them. He would often stay away from home until the wee hours in the morning, and had a bad tendency to run away when he was grounded. And one day, he didn't come back. Or the next day, or the next. Weeks passed, then months...and now it's been a little more than a year. He unfortunately spent a night out with a shady character, and got a nasty bite mark. Now Max refuses to show his face at home. He doesn't want his parents see that he's become a monster; that he's become a vampire.

Appearence:

Other:

Because of his new position, he's become uncaring of most people.

[Lady March Hare]

The city scape was no different then any other day. People were going to and fro living out the own separate, important lives. Businesses were open, car engines were thrumming, and clocks kept ticking. It was life as usual for all save one; the young woman who stood on the sidewalk taking it all in with a wide, toothy grin.

And it was a good thing the many hurrying bodies didn't pause to look at her closely, seeing as this particular girl, known generally as Cel, had some odd qualities that only stood out on close inspection. Tall and lean, she was dressed normally enough in a fitted black shirt and faded jeans, worn boot covering her feet. Her golden brown hair was far too long to be seen as normal, but it was tied back in a severe braid to keep from flying in her face. There was something wild about her smile, however, and her eyes were a brown light enough to be mistaken as an animalistic gold. When she shifted into movement it was more like a prowl, though it lacked the predatory air that usually accompanied such an action.

"So this is a city, huh?" she murmured to herself. A laugh escaped her lips as she moved forward, looking around like the tourist she obviously was.

It was Cel's first time in a city of any sort. She had been on her feet for what felt like ages traveling to just such a place, but in that moment Araceli didn't feel it. There was no ache of travel, or exhaustion, or disorientation. There were new sights to see and smells to smell. For a girl who was no human despite her appearance, there was all the time in the world.

[Riko Miyoko]

The city...it was all to familiar. Every street, every alleyway, every building...nothing ever changed. They all remained the same. And they always would. They would until the end of eternity. Humans would be born, and they would die. They would make up rules, and rules would die out. Leaders would rise into power, and they would fall from it. Life would go on...forever...and ever...and ever.

Maximillien, or Max to his more acquainted counterparts, let out a heavy sigh as he sat in his alleyway. His sanctuary...his shield. The sun never shone in the alleyway, and Max wouldn't have it any other way. If it did happen to have a change of course, and the sun did one day seep into the dark corridor, it would be disaterous for Max. And he knew this. He placed a hand over his neck and slowly rubbed the tiny spot...the tiny mark in which he had been bitten. Stupid whore. Luckily he found her and returned the favor. Now the crows were fed for another day.

But in retrospect of the mood the memory had set, Maximillien was still in agony. He was still bored. He knew exactly when he could leave the alleyway; hen he could go out into the open. And it was coming. It was so close...only a few more minutes and he could leave the horrid alleyway and be out into the open.

His alleyway wasn't incredibly morbid, however. He had a bundle of blankets, a makeshift fort to keep out of the rain (which worked exceptionally well), and...a picture. Not a normal picture, but a small poster. Something Max could not bear to be rid of. On the poster, in bold letters, the word MISSING ran across the top. And plastered on the front was a sixteen-year-old boy, who resembled Max at a year younger than his current disposition. The poster tore at his heart-strings, and yet there it hang. And for hours on end Max stared at this picture of the missing child. The missing teenager.

"Maybe he's just testing us." "He wouldn't do this, would he? I mean, I know he's rebellious at times, but this is a little out of hand." "When he gets home, I'm going to tie him to the damn bed!" "No...we can't do that. He has to learn to take his punishments like a man, or he'll never learn." "No, if he's sneaking out all the time, someone is going to teach him a lesson with a gun and a bullet to the head!" "Don't say things like that!" "Why not!? I bet the little punk got himself shot by sneaking out like this!" "Are you saying he deserves it!?" "No! I just think he needs to be taught a lesson!"

The voices continued to argue, but fade away. Max looked at his hands; he was sweating profusely. And his breathing had quickened to an alarming rate. He looked up, and realized that it was time. He was able to leave the wretched alleyway and lurk out in the streets. He could leave the horrible poster behind.

[Lady March Hare]

If arriving in the day had delighted Cel, the descent of the city into night sent her into a state close to ecstatic. Her sense of smell was keen; and though she had always known night to have a different sent from day, night in the city was a sent she never before could have fathomed. There was the smell of infinite electronics heating and cooling just as many homes and businesses; there were people smoking and coughing and eating foods that were so varied that they almost blurred together.

Neon lights and street lamps could do nothing to mask the sky however, and Cel paused in her musing to flick an eye to the celestial curtain above. The stars were almost invisible, but the faint sliver of the constantly present moon was as plain as day... to excuse the pun. Cel's smile turned wry; she both loved and hated that cold white orb. But it was of no consequence to her on this particular night, and Cel redirected her attention to the wonder that was city life at night.

Walking with a bounce in her step, Cel's mind was completely filled with the thoughts of sneaking into movie theaters and bumming around interesting places when she caught the scent. It made her stop, instinctively tense. It was her usual reaction to the acknowledgment that she had stumbled across something inhuman. And for the first time since arriving the young woman thought dark thoughts about the city. There was too much noise that she wasn't used to hearing through yet. Too much movement in other places she hadn't yet learned to ignore. With two of her extra-human abilities nullified, she had only sent to rely on; it was almost as bad as being human, she supposed. And that annoyed her.

[Riko Miyoko]

Forever and ever...every day the same. He would wait for hours, and he would lurk for hours. People would pass him by, and life would go on. Forever and ever.

Max left his abode, his little sanctuary, for the open streets. The sun was leaving. It was bidding him goodbye for the next twelve hours. He had that long until the wretched monster would arise over the horizon and he would have to retreat to his little alleyway. And it would repeat in this manner until the doldrums sent Maximillien insane.

"I'm scared." "Me too...he has to come back at some point. He...he may be dead. I-I had a little wish that something like that would happen but now...now I regret it all!" "Why won't he come home?"

"I wish I could."

The small sentence was mumbled under his breath as he went along. The screams, the crying, the anger, the agony...as he walked along, every day his mind was bombarded with the senseless filth. The humans he had fed on, as they cried for mercy. For their lives as he drained them of enough blood for the day. When they awoke, the questioning murmurs that exhumed from their cold, blue lips as they went back home. The cries for the lost child...they all burned at his skull and it tormented him.

He walked about the darkening city, watching people either go home, or go out. A few of them would get drunk, as he had, and as that wretch of a woman had preyed upon him, he would do so. But they would not be infected. He would not make them suffer the terrible existence that wench had spewed to Max as he took her last breath from her body. As her soul left this realm of existence...as it left the body. She suffered for her crime.

[Lady March Hare]

The scent would drive her mad; Cel was sure of it.

A slap to the face, a kick in the shin, a punch to the gut. The scent of 'inhuman' brought Cel down off her cloud the slightest bit. The blonde was used to running with a pack; usually one of three but sometimes with as many as ten of her own kind. That is how things occurred on the road; lycans would come and go as the urge struck them. Few had the deep, binding bonds that would keep a real wolf pack together; after all, they were all once human. Cel, Holly, and Albert had been an exception. They had been a permanent pack; a family. And, for the first time Cel was without them in an unfamiliar place; they weren't lurking in the shadows like they always had been before, ready to guard her back when her rashness got her into trouble. The city was a big, dangerous place; there weren't just humans wandering obliviously about. There were lycan far bigger and more experienced then Cel. There were vampires. And who knew what else was out there? She had to be careful.

Of course, such caution held its primary position in the lycan girl's mind for a brief thirty-six seconds before it was dismissed with a snort and a roll of golden oculars. For heaven's sake, she could take a human on if the occasion called for it. She'd be able to smell any serious lycan threats even through the city's unique scent. And Cel'd never even seen a vampire before; why would the bloodsuckers have beef with her? They wouldn't, of course, she reasoned as she walked. So ignoring them and enjoying the neon was the smart thing to do... rather, she wasn't inclined to do anything else.

And so Cel set her ponderings aside as she directed her attention to something far more interesting: her first real, up close look at a human club. She tilted her head to the side as the noise from the place washed over her and made a face. Far too loud and disorientating for her first night. She turned away and continued her wandering of the streets.

[Riko Miyoko]

Until Death's cold embrace wrapped around his shoulders. Until someone struck him down...it would last forever.

Max stopped walking for no reason whatsoever. He just...stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. The man who had bumped into him apologized and quickly scurried away as he recieved no response. He stood, silently and with his hands in his pockets. For just a moment, movement came from the unresponsive body, but only to re-adjust the glasses that hung meticulously upon its jagged nose. A silent figure stood in the street, making no motion, no movement. It was if he had simply died in but a second.

"Lycan scum."

He looked up now, to watch the moon. The change was too minute, but he knew the celestial orb was creeping along the night sky. It was their God, their omen, their martyr. The moon was the main being to both races of vampires and lycans. It meant life, excitement, pain, and anguish. It sent mixed messages for both. The vampires could leave their wretched homes, or mansions if they lived in a clan, and hunt. They could live. But the moon might as well have been drenched in blood. The unexplainable feud between the two races raged on, unable to be quelled. And for Max, a terrible sensation came over him. He couldn't explain it. It tortured him as he thought more about it. The filthy mutt...it was going to kill him. It was going to murder him for no reason! The stupid dog was going to drain him of his blood and-

"No...no! I...it won't do that. What's...what's going on!?"

Max grasped his head as a pain shot through his mind. A horrible siren blared in his mind as he thought about the lycan. He had felt something like this before, but it was infrequent. He blamed the virus. It must be affecting his brain. As animals fight for territory, whenever a lycan entered his he became enraged. He couldn't stand it. And as he did before to quell the thoughts, he slammed his head against a wall to relieve the pain. And it worked; the pain subsided. Max took a few deep breaths inbetween some sobs. He had lost his sanity already. A innocent person didn't have to die because of his mistakes.

Life would go on.

[Lady March Hare]

Cel's resolution to enjoy herself didn't go far. Two steps, maybe, three... before the scent hit her again, this time more powerful then before. It raised the hairs on the back of her neck; try as she might to shake it off they lingered. Nerves, not fear, she quickly reminded herself. She had nothing to be afraid of.

But the fact was that there something dangerous was walking the night streets. Something being the inhumanity she had scented before. Something that she was positive was a vampire. Araceli had never been exposed to so strong a scent, and she found herself tensing to take an attack as she turned to the dark figure on the side of the street. Vampire. Had to be; the female had never seen a human stand so still. Besides, he had uttered the word lycan. Did humans even know that word anymore..?

She wasn't ready when he moved; she was even less ready for the result his move presented. There was no attack on her, like she was sure was coming. Instead he seemed intent on taking down a wall using only his skull. Cel was baffled; she'd never heard of the fanged freaks doing something so... odd. So without pause she moved towards the vampire, hands loose and ready to defend at her side and eyebrow raised. She maintained a sizable distance between them when she paused, eyes narrowing.

"I'd heard you vamps were weird... but not this weird." she said bluntly. "That's a solid wall you're hittin', moron."

[Riko Miyoko]

Death would come when the claws ripped his throat out. And the vampire would bleed. Forever would end.

Max turned suddenly to the voice. His eyes were widened with bloodlust and rage, but this was not what was affecting him so. He was calm and collective on the inside, but the voice had disturbed him. And that was not the only thing. It was the stench he had smelled earlier. It was the lycan, with nothing but a few feet between the two. He would have been at her mercy, but she opened up with conversation. By calling him an idiot.

He faced the voice in full and examined the body in which the voice had protruded from. She seemed his age. Young, thin, and...and...He shook his head. She was nothing of the sort. It did not matter how she looked. It seemed as if Death was walking down the street to take his soul to Oblivion. An attractive girl did not make a difference. He had a problem with women already. And she died in the end.

"Why? Why do you taunt me in such a manner? I have done nothing to you, mutt. Leave me be. If you wish to kill me, fine. Do it quickly, and hit a fatal spot. I won't resist you."

He stared at the ground after his pitieous self-loathing and cry for death. He had no reason to watch as she ripped him of his existence. The pain would finally subside. He would finally be free.

His blood would run down the gutter.

[Lady March Hare]

She almost started back when he turned to her; her lycan instincts were more wary then she would have liked to admit. He was younger then she had originally thought; something about him had presented a feeling of great age from a distance. Of course, she reminded herself, that probably had something to do with him being a vampires; vampires were tricky. This one was no different then all the other vampire stories she'd heard. Tricky, attractive, intelligent... or, rather, she assumed he had been before he started banging his head into a wall. And if his actions thus far had confused her, his words only added to her befuddlement.

"Huh?" Cel tilted her head to the side, looking him over carefully. "Mutt?! Hey, you fanged freak, I don't recall ever..!"

Her rant stopped before it even started as Cel completed taking in the image before her. His bowed head; shadowed expression. The full meaning of his words. The blonde shook her head slowly and had to physically resist the urge to step back.

"What the... look, kid, I never said anything about killing you." she said, planting her hands on her hips. "I'm new in town, and the last thing I want to smell like is vampire blood. I'd be dead by dawn." Her frown grew as she stared at him. "Didn't know your kind was in such a hurry to get killed anyway..."

[Riko Miyoko]

The scythe clangs along the pavement as He comes. It echoes forever and ever.

Maximillien let out a small breath, which grew into a chuckle. Then it grew louder and louder into an odd cackle. His uncle held the same cackle as he did: A horrid shriek such as nothing but a banshee could duplicate as well as the insane laughter mingled in the horrid mix. It was a horrid laugh, and even when he laughed in joy and ecstacy it turned out to be so. This is why the most people ever heard was a low chuckle. But this was a laugh of desperation, of exhaustion, and of sorrow.

He let out a deep sigh as his cacophony of laughter subsided into the darkness. He continued to look into the sky, refraining from looking back down at the lycan mutt. He was at the end of his rope, and held the composure of someone who knew their life was about to end in but just a moment.

"My kind. My kind...the vampires. The blood-suckers. The bats. We...we are horrid beasts. We live for eternity, feeding off of others. They...they don't wish to die. But I do. They were born into this horrid position. I was forced to live like the beasts of old. Rip out my throat and end my existence...I implore you."

His presence signals the end.

[Lady March Hare]

His laugh scared her. There was no point in denying it, really; it showed on her face, showed in the abrupt tensing of her muscles, showed as her heart jumped to push adrenaline through her veins at a faster pace. Showed in the hairs raising on her arms. Showed in what was almost a backwards step. Cel had never heard a laugh so... so... emotional. So dark. So... eerie.

Cel didn't enjoy admitting her fear; she clenched her fists at her sides as she waited for the laughter to subside. Surely then the attack would come. Surely. But no; instead there was a confession... and a request. Cel shook her head, staying tense. Her city stay was off to a very strange start indeed.

"Sorry, I don't believe in assisted suicide." she replied in a clipped tone. "And let me guess... this has worked before, huh? I move to kill you and your buddies come out from wherever they're hiding and kill me when my back's turned, right? Please. I'm not that stupid."

The newly formed thought that there could indeed be other vampires in the shadows did nothing to help her nerves. But she stayed steadily staring at the vampire before her. At least she would know where one of the attacks she was positive was lined up for her would come from.

[Riko Miyoko]

The moon's shine is a glimmer of hope...

Max let out a small chuckle as he heard the wary lycan's concern. Why wouldn't she be paranoid? He was a vampire. He was a horrid monster. He was a blood-drinker, and she had every right to be afraid. No, not afraid. Just paranoid. She might have been feeling the stomach churning feelings that coursed through his body. The urge to slice her throat with his claws, it must have been mutual. How could it not be?

"Friends? That...that is a distant word to me. I no longer have any allies. No friends...no acquaintences...I abandoned them long ago. I left them for their own protection. If I had stayed with them, they would have died. But I don't understand; why do you hesitate to kill me? I am defenceless, weakened by grief and turmoil. I am begging you to end my existence and let me be rid of the horrid nightmares that fog my mind like the filth it is."

He fell back against the building, bringing in his knees to his chest and he wrapped his arms around them. He placed his head on them and sobbed into his curled position. Nothing would satisfy him more than to be released from his mortal body and stopping the unbearable pain he had inflicted upon himself.

"I deserve this. I always have. I've been an a** to everyone my entire life, and I broke the rules too frequently. I deserve to be punished like the filthy animal I am. And now, I am unable to make peace with 'God' because his accursed cross burns my retinas like the sun does to a human. I am a terrible wretch. I don't care how you do it. Take a pipe and beat me into the dust, smashing my skull to tiny fractures. I don't care...just destroy me."

...And the hope faded in an instant.