Welcome to Gaia! ::

At best people call this place the home of all assassins, but rumor has soon given in to the truth of this place. It is just a place... most come when they need something from someone here... A place where all assassins or otherwise members of the clan have a place to stay. There never seems to be a day, when you have to search for a room. Once you become part of this clan, you have a room.

It's an ancient castle that seems to give away to time on the outside but for thousands of years it has hidden Assamites from enemies it has gained. The long restless ivy climbs the walls and the sky never seems to have sun but an over cast that makes it comfortable living here. The grounds have an odd animalistic wild space of what was once a beautiful garden. The grounds appear to rule themselves.

Inside it was untouched by time the only thing changing was the different styles it underwent as each new head of the clan came into being. Currently it was a more gothlic french feel and no one seemed to mind. It seemed to fit the mood of everyone in here usually, so no one complained. The stairs had rich victorian rails with a deep cherry finish. Tall windows laid in almost every room but were covered with a dark curtain to shut out the light. There never seemed a dull moment here. The kitchen held fresh blood that never ran out due to vampires bringing it back from their hunts. The other species have their own collection of things hidden in the kitchens for their own personal use. All clansman in their own rooms had a bedroom, a full bath and a den to do with whatever they wished. No one cared about the styles of your individual rooms as long as you didn't bother other styles in the tower.

music lingers in the hallowed halls of an ever silent castle at early dusk the soft panges of a harpicord dance in the open and the sound comes from a room belonging to a vampire named lestat

lestats playing suddenly subsided and silence swallowed the tower as if it was blocking out a conversation and then the music that seemed to bring from lestats fingers rang out into the halls again

louis was laying ovr teh arm of an old couch lsitening to the music testing his personal humanity into his own mind while the child like doll violia played by his feet

ambrose listened to the music as he circled the darkened gardens under his umbrella his shoes casually clicking on air as he swirled and moved it wasnt too long before he felt noami joined him by his side

lestats music grew violent as the air of music formally playing was threatened by a new sound striking out bold less pretty strings on a violia. the harpchord fought the stringed demon as violias fingers trailed ovr her instruments worn strings with excellent procission

louis smirks behind his hand amused by the 2s willingness to fight he left the room and walked the halls in a hunting fashion

ambrose and naomi enter the building as the way of the solarium and talk herbs and healing. as only naomi was light against ambroses dark the 2 were rarely that far apart from each other

ambroise and noami enter with lestat and violia watching them throughtly amused by the clear anger and hate in the room

lestat and violia glared at each other from over their instruments and it was clear if it possible between them sparks would be shooting from their gazes

louis leaning in the shadowed door way "i wouldnt give them any ideas on music u might regret it later. and id watch ur mouth about theirs. u might nvr no who was listening in"

louis's frame nearly filled half the door at 5'11 with chocolate brown locks with a slight wave ovr his shoulders which were broad and well built. marking him a true choice in vampire long ago, his old style french clothes continued to hug his body and he seemed unashamed now for the moment of what he had done or what he had become. clearly he was in a warning or teasing mood both were hard to tell of the vampire louis

louis's french accent purred out "pathetic the 2 of you. and be nice to me i might want a bite you later. toodles girls behave" he leaves with a slightly purr in his movements

violia storms thru the hall not too long in search of louis her broken viola shards hanging from her dress obviously she lost

lestats music smuggly played out into the halls again his voice loud and proud in some form of song or another

ambroise and noami start singing and lestat is then chained to their song as they sing

noami comes in "can you two be any louder? dont answer that i dont wanna know. but lestat was thinking of holding a dance in the old ballroom, what do u think"

lestat behind noami sweeping into the room dramatically as ambrose pulls noami to his side, "tis will be the grandest ball of them all! a maskarde of epic preportion!" his blonde hair was frizziled with excitement