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 Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 2:50 pm
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We've all heard of some sort of mythical story involving the loss of a heart. Perhaps one would associate this with the famously known embodiment of Death, or the Grim Reaper. Or perhaps we would assume it to be some horrid, villainous demon who only wishes to see the world burn. Either way, we never believed such stories or prophecies to be real. Never did we think of them twice, or consider them to be apart of the reality we live in today. Ignorance has consumed the entire human race and that leaves them all to be vulnerable, weak, and most of all, it changes them into prey. Not one human would believe you if you were to say that if they remained pure of heart, that they may perhaps be hunted down. That their life could potentially be in danger, or more specifically their heart. And that if they keep up whatever they're doing, that the very thing that beats within them to keep them alive, may be ripped from their very chest quicker then they could ever imagine. Too bad for those humans. Because they have no idea what's lurking within the very streets that they walk upon, searching, hunting for those who are pure of heart. Who are these hunters you ask? Well, let's start from the beginning.
The man who brought this curse upon our Earth was named Valerian Alastor Synfly. A scholar and a very profound alchemist, he found himself always questioning the inner workings of the world, and what truly did happen after death. Was there really some glorious heaven or burning hell awaiting them? Was it a simple blankness where a soul would wander on eternally? Well, this determined man began to meddle in things that no human should ever meddle in. He started reading books on witch craft and the dark arts, no matter how frowned upon it was. His reputation as a renowned scholar began to go down the drain within two years of his newest subject of research, and soon those who had called themselves his friends were beginning to question the man's sanity. He became thoroughly dedicated to his work, passion and utter curiosity driving him to the brink of insanity. And that's when he stumbled upon an old book, hidden in the attic of an ancient, abandoned library that he often went into to gather new sources of information. Within this book, there was a map, drawn in the very back cover. Where the destination lay, there was a simple message scribbled in ink; "The answer for all questions." And being as dedicated to his work as he was, he packed up his things the very next day and embarked on his quest. The voyage itself took five entire years, but when he finally discovered the temple, deep underground off in the ocean in some deserted island, he knew that soon he would discover the very fate of all who had long passed. He spent several days in the temple, having to navigate through horrendous traps and a very intricately designed maze. But soon he stumbled upon a room made of pure crystal. And in the middle of that room lay a simple podium, and upon that podium sat what seemed to be an Urn. But that was when the instructions in his book stopped. He searched through all his papers and soon discovered that no one had made it that far. He had come, wasted years of his life, for a simple Urn.
Anger and rage filled him and he walked up to the beautiful Urn and he kicked it down, causing it to shatter upon the ground. It was only then, when all he had worked for revealed itself. Within the gray ash, arose a spirit, seemingly a god. He stood tall and proud, and he had eyes of pure gold. He stared down at the terrified, yet astonished Valerian, and then he smiled. His lips curling back, and then he spoke, his voice booming and strong. He inquired to what it was that had driven Valerian to come all the way there. And when Valerian answered that he simply wanted to know what happened after death, this God like figure laughed. Though his laugh was cut short, and he became sternly serious. He soon inquired if Valerian was completely sure that he wanted to find out the truths about the after life. And when Valerian agreed, the God like spirit granted his wish and took him into the after life on only one condition. That Valerian could inform not a single soul about what he was about to find out. Valerian greedily agreed, and was taken on the trip of a life time. He spent what seemed to be only minutes in this after life world, but when he was returned to Earth, he discovered that he had aged twenty years. He was elderly and frail, his wife had long passed and his children long thought him to be dead. Valerian then realized that this god like spirit had tricked him, and had used that opportunity to suck the very youth out of him. Angered, he decided he would spread the truths about all he had just found out. He returned to his home in London, and that's where he began to write his book. His book stretched on and on until he reached nine hundred pages. That was when a mysterious illness struck. And Valerian, being the clever man he was, suspected that it was the spirit trying to prevent him from finishing his book. And so he gave the book to his eldest son while on his death bed, and told his son to publish the book.
The son, not knowing what his father had written in the book did so. And four hundred copies were printed, and sold to the public. Word about the after life began to boom, and spread rapidly like a horrid disease. And that was when this God like figure appeared, and decided to get revenge. He burned down all the libraries and multiple homes. He brutally murdered anyone who held knowledge of the world, and finally there was the eldest son responsible for publishing the book. Valerian, having long passed by this time, could not suffer the God like spirit's wrath, and so he inflicted it upon the son, forever to course through the veins of any first born son of the Synfly family. He ripped out the eldest son's heart, and told the eldest son that if he ever wanted to regain his mortality in time to save his soul from eternal torture, that he would have to rip out the hearts of one thousand pure souls, and collect them. He was given one thousand years to do this, which seems like a lot of time, until one realizes how hard it is to determine whether or not someone was pure of heart. The eldest son, named Valerian after his father soon began to realize the true burden of this curse. The first time he'd tried to touch someone, their heart was violently ripped from their chest, and they died. Terrified that he would kill a beloved, including his wife and newly born child who was already inflicted with the curse, he began to isolate himself. He knew that he had no hope for mortality but he wanted to make sure his only, and most beloved son had a chance. So despite the hardships it was to never be able to touch his wife or child, he stayed home and taught the child everything he needed to know. He taught the child how to tell whether or not someone was pure of heart and he made sure his child knew what would happen if he ever touched someone.
After the thousand years past, the god like spirit decided that because he was the all giving god of the after life, that he would grant the child of Valerian the second, two thousand extra years. And he even decided he would grant the child a few inhuman powers. The child had no heart, and so it was not human, so it did need some powers to protect itself. This god like spirit was also very amused with this curse, and so he made a deal with Valerian the second. He made a gamble, he bet that Valerian the second and his descendants would fail at the task every time. And Valerian the second bet that he could complete the task, as well as his descendants. They agreed that for every generation that failed, Valerian the second and every one of his descendants that failed would endure eternal torture in the after life. And if Valerian the second won, the curse would be completely lifted off of his family and descendants. They agreed, and just for kicks the god added that for every failed descendant, he would give the newest one a new power. Valerian the second failed, only managing to collect one hundred hearts through out his three thousand years. His son failed, as did the rest of his descendants. They all wrote books, leaving them for the next generation in desperate hopes that the newest generation would complete what they could not do. They all lived in the same house and soon their personalities began showing expected traits. These descendants began to show antisocial personalities and they isolated themselves. Why they all held themselves in high regard and all were very well educated, they did struggle with even the most simple situations of social interaction. All bred and raised to be gentlemen, such efforts to raise good, well mannered young men all went to waste because they could have no lovers to show their softer sides to anyways. Depression soon sunk in some began to grow greedy, while others found delight in murder. But every generation did grow closer and closer to their goal.
After about ten generations, another god spirit began to grow sickened with these Synfly's dirtying the world. Being the exact opposite of the god spirit that had cruelly inflicted the curse, this god spirit held kindness within his heart. It tore him up to see all his pure spirits being murdered mercilessly and to the other god spirit's sick delight! And so he created a race, a family of pure souls, that would be resistant to the curse that the other god spirit had induced. That would ensure that not all the pure souls in the world would ever be wiped out. He also rose this race, this family, to try and wipe out the Synfly's completely and restore peace and order to the Earth. After a few more generations the Synfly family began to lose numbers. The family that were raised and actually bred to kill off the Synfly's were known as the Corbane's. These Corbanes had always been known for their undying kindness and rather unusual purity. They were known to be the saints of any town that they lived in and were always regarded with high respects, praise, and love. The members of this family only strive off of doing good and unlike the curse, this purity was passed on from both fathers and mothers, so either gender could be affected, and so that created a very powerful force against the Synflys. The Corbanes were human looking creatures as were the Synflys, though the Corbanes power rested deeply within their purity, while the Synflys had powers that would range from teleportation to summoning up the shadows. The Corbanes were identifiable because they had a very interesting color of eyes, hair and they were often marked at a young age. The Corbanes had the most shocking pink color eyes, but their eyes seemed to shift colors with their mood, constantly changing from pinks to blues and even yellows. Most any color on the spectrum could be seen within their eyes, and their hair. Some even had multicolored hair. While the Synflys held appearances that one might associate with a stereotypical vampire. Fair complexions and deep golden eyes. Their hair tended to range from darker browns to blacks, or perhaps even a shade of gray or a dark midnight blue. Both were considered to be beautiful creatures, they held many different variations in their features.
This takes us to modern times with the most recent generation from both families. The newest son of the Synflys has already been through one thousand years of life. And the newest of the Corbane family has lived only a mere six hundred years. What is unique in this case, is that during the process of the Synfly being born, the two god like spirits had a bet between each other. The bad god like spirit bet that if they removed the knowledge of the ones they were to avoid, or kill, that the Synfly would still be able to recognize a Corbane and would murder it. While the good god like creature argued that the Corbane would recognize a Synfly and would put it to extinction. The newest Synfly has no child, nor does the newest Corbane and she is the youngest of the group. A recent tragedy has left her being the only Corbane left, and because of the most recent Synfly's inability to cope in social interactions, he has failed to find a mate to pass on the curse. All information on the other family has been removed. The most recent Corbane knows that their mission is to exterminate a demon that steals hearts. And the most recent Synfly knows they must avoid the one who is hunting him down. Well, one storming night, the Corbane was attacked, and ambushed. They managed to escape, and had ran off in search of shelter, and they stumbled upon a large, creepy looking mansion. Knowing the locals had feared that mansion, but not knowing why, the Corbane figured that to be the best shot at remaining safe. Injured and exhausted the Corbane managed to wobble up the path and knock on the Synfly's door, ignorant that they were knocking on the door to the very person they were born to exterminate. The Synfly horridly shocked at the thought of a visitor, reluctantly answered to find a bloody, beaten, exhausted person at their door. The Corbane was so relieved to have someone answer the door, that in their attempt to speak they simply collapsed, falling forward.
And that's when it happened, the Corbane accidentally brushed up against the Synfly, and the Synfly whose reflexes were extremely toned, had quickly caught the Corbane. But after realizing what had happened the Synfly quickly pulled away in horror, expecting a heart to be bursting out of the chest of the collapsed one. But moments passed and nothing happened. How could this one be immune to his touch? Instantly intrigued, he dragged the injured Corbane inside his home and put them in a guest bedroom, that hadn't been used in years. What will happen to the Synfly and the Corbane when the Corbane awakens and the Synfly has to nurture the Corbane back to health, while trying to figure out why this one was immune to his touch? What happens if they find out who each other is? Will one manage to figure it out before the other? Will one kill the other? Or will they defy odds and possibly find an alternative to breaking the curse? What if the god spirits are not pleased with this? Will they send troops out to hunt down these two immortals? Will the Synfly manage to collect one thousand hearts and break the curse after centuries of his family being sentenced to eternal torment in the after life? Well, that's up to you. --A Katchan-Scorpion Production! <3333
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 2:51 pm
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{ current } a l i a s
Kat, Rini, Ana, Izzy
true name
Katarinia Isabelle Corbane
Age
Six Hundred Years-- Looks to be in her early Twenties.
h e i g h t
Five Foot Three Inches.
w e i g h t
One Hundred Thirteen Pounds.
a { r e f l e c t i o n }
{{H u m a n}} {{T r u e}}
the { d a m n a b l e } life
She was born third out of three children. Having two older brothers, both very strong and honorable men, it was very surprising to find out that Kat was the one who would fill the spot of the Corbane destiny. Her mother was a kind woman, a celestial being, and her father was a pure blooded Corbane. Kat's parents met when Kat's mother made her decent to Earth in hopes of bring prosperity and wonder into the world known as Earth. Her clan settled in a small village just south of the village that Kat's father lived in. The two didn't even know one another existed until a huge fire was set in Kat's mother's village, causing them to flee for safety. They found shelter in the village that Kat's father lived in, and it just so happened that her mother stumbled upon his house and was taken in. The two clicked instantly, and spent a lot of time together. Kat's father showed her mother around the village and showed the wonders of Earth like no other could display. Within a month or so, the two of them were head over heels for each other. After a year, they were married, and they started a family. Their first child's name was Maloki, and their second child's name was Erik. When neither child bared the destiny of what the Corbanes were to represent, they had one more child, and that was how Katarinia came to being. She did hold the destiny of a Corbane, and to the delight of her family, she held all the Corbane traits, which were very evident at a young age.
The family lived happily in the village for about three hundred years after Kat was born, which made Kat age to about ten years in human standards. And just as she was about to learn about the one she was to hunt down, tragedy struck her small, happy family. A horrid bunch of demonic assassins attacked the village and murdered everyone there, with the exception of Kat who had managed to flee at her father's orders. With only the knowledge that she was to kill the one who collected hearts, she ran as fast as she could and as long as she could until she stumbled into another little village. She collapsed just within the borders of the village and was found by a kind old man who had been gathering herbs. He picked her exhausted body up and carried her back home where he put her to bed and rested her up. He nursed her back to health, and when she finally came out of her shock induced coma, he found out what had happened to her family. Having a sorrow struck girl with no place to go in his house, he decided to adopt her for his own, and so he grew up with her, and his elderly wife as well. The couple were a kind, sweet old couple who were hard working and never really did know the meaning of luxury. Well, because of her status, she inherited her father's wealth and money, and so with that money she bought the elderly couple that had taken such good care of her a nice big house, and paid for everything, so they would never have to work another day in their lives.
She was trained by most anyone in the village. Using daily tasks such as carrying bails of hay or plowing fields as her physical training while she read as many books as she could for mental training. She stayed with the elderly couple until they passed away when she was around the human age of thirteen. She buried them up atop a beautiful hill, with beautiful grave stones, and with nothing left to live for in the village, she packed up her few belongings and exited the village. She became a wanderer, until she stumbled upon a huge city. There she met some shady people, and some good people as well. But the one person she felt could help her in her training and to perfect her powers was a rather powerful demon himself. She searched him out and when she found him, she proved that she was worthy of his teachings. When he found out of her potential he immediately took her under his wing, hoping that he could mold her mind as easily as he thought. Well, he did find that while she was very willing to learn, she still stayed true to all the Corbane traditions she had been taught. She remained honorable and loyal to those she considered friends. She had a pure heart of gold, and no matter how many dark things he taught this girl, she always seemed to make them work in a pure sense.
After he had taught her all she needed to be taught he offered her a job as an assassin. Knowing that such a job was dangerous, but very open for travel she accepted in hopes of being able to gain more information about this heart collector that she needed to hunt down within the three thousand year time span. And so she began killing for money, at first doing minor jobs. Her talents became widely known and soon she was picking off multiple people at once, or people of great stature and power. While this gained her a lot of experience and knowledge, it also gained her some enemies. And so, at the human age of nineteen she decided to stop doing assassinations, not wanting her reputation to grow to high in case the one she was to hunt down had some information on her that would help him avoid her. She travled about for a few years, making sure to lay low until she stumbled upon a nice little city. Not knowing it was the city of a mob that had been after her for a while, she strolled in. Her blue hair and vibrantly colorful eyes and aura gave her away to the mob and so they began plotting. During her third night staying there she was ambushed, and attacked brutally. She managed to fight off many of them, but the masses of them prevented her from succeeding. And so she used the only option that she had left, and that was to flee.
Running as fast as she could, just like when she had run from her home village during the demon attack, she ran all the way across the city to a mansion. It was an eerie thing, looming and said to be haunted. Demons and humans alike feared this place and no one ever dared to enter. Having few fears of any ghosts or unsettled spirits, Kat decided to try for shelter there. She scaled the gate and entered the yard, walking along the pathway to the door. She then knocked, with all her strength. She was battered, bloody, and bruised. It was evident that the beating and fleeing had taken a lot of her strength out of her as she was having trouble standing. The door opened, and she managed to yelp out a simple plea for help, before collapsing. The last thing she remembered was being caught in the arms of the man who had answered the door, and then, everything went black...
two - f a c e d?
{Stereotypically a C o r b a n e}-
The majority of her personality features are traditionally those that you would see in any Corbane that fits into their destiny. She is a pure blooded empath, and so she does struggle with the many emotions she feels that aren't only her own, but they are the emotions from those around her as well. She strives to be honorable and loyal. Poised, postured, and polite, she rarely can be found being rude or mean. Staying true to Corbane tradition she does all she can to be the very best person she possibly can. Naturally kind hearted and intelligent it's almost impossible to comprehend that she's able to murder someone in cold blood. She has a very honorable reputation to stand up to and in most situations she does do the traditional views of Corbanes justice. She is a very proud being, wealthy in pride of where and what she came from, and she isn't afraid of that. She holds her head up high, her shoulders straight and her arms delicately to her sides. She is, in all essence the natural view of a traditional Corbane, but don't let this fool you. She's no robot, she does have her own feelings and ideas, she just tends to display them in a fashion similar to most Corbanes.
{Sensitively S y m p a t h e t i c}-
Naturally sympathetic, she finds it hard to really turn her back to anyone in need. She has a huge heart of gold and is rarely found being mean. She is quick to help, assist, or compliment. She strives to brighten days, and offer some help. Seeing anyone in pain, including small children and animals just tears her apart and she tends to try her hardest to do everything in her might to help that person or animal. Modern day horror films tear her up and she isn't able to watch them because she feels so bad for the person being murdered in the films. With her sweet heart, and kind demeanor it's hard to say anything bad about her. Never does she judge at first sight or believe rumors. She is quick to give the benefit of the doubt, and even quicker to forgive. She does not have the ability to hold grudges for long, and always finds the room within her heart to forgive someone and offer them a second, third, or tenth chance. Because of this she is stepped over a lot, but don't let her willingness to offer you another chance fool you. While she is naturally kind hearted and sweet, she can be not so nice and she will stand up for herself if she feels that she's being used. The Corbane pride that runs in her blood stream doesn't allow her to take well to mocking or people stepping over her.
{Stubbornly S t r o n g m i n d e d}-
Another feature typical of the blood that runs through her veins her stubbornness. She is extremely stubborn and a very determined being. Having very few things to motivate her in life after her parents, and then her guardians died, she has taught herself to run off of pure determination. Her determination rarely falters, and it is very evident when you first meet her. With this comes her stubbornness. She is probably one of the most stubborn people you could ever know. When she makes her mind up about something, she stands true to it and never falters. It's very difficult to change her mind and in most instances impossible. Her beliefs are the hardest thing you could ever change. When she truly believes in something, it is very likely that she'll stay true and dedicated to that belief until she dies. And because of this combination of being stubborn and dedicated comes the competitive side. She does enjoy an occasional competition, and she will put all she has into the competition. Being one to enjoy defying odds, she finds that competitions are very fun. But she isn't a bad sport, and will always be found congratulating the winner of the competition, unless she is the winner but even in those instances she doesn't have the heart to brag.
{Calm, Cool, and C o l l e c t e d}-
This is more because of the training she had to undergo before she became an assassin. She was taught to be calm, cool and collected in almost any situation to the point of where it just became part of her nature. She finds it very hard to show a lot of fear or distress in situations that would normally cause hysteria. But this isn't necessarily a good thing because with this, comes the struggle with almost any emotions. Even though her emotional sense is very highly developed, expressing her true emotions are rather difficult for her. She tends to simply be stuck in that calm, polite, sweet sort of emotional mold. It is very hard to make her show fear or sorrow, and even harder for her to show affection. This can be blamed on the losses of her family, and the elderly couple that took care of her, along with the assassination business that requires complete detachment from everyone. Ever since then she's had trouble showing any sort of affection that is more then a smile, pat on the shoulder or a friendly hug. She's a very calm person, so trying to upset her or getting her to yell is useless in most situations. She's good to have around when in sticky situations because in most instances she can get you out of them safely. She doesn't panic much. But don't let her emotional barriers get to you, they can be broken down.
{Lacking in S e l f C o n f i d e n c e}-
This is one of her falters, one of her downfalls. She isn't a perfect person, and she knows that, but she doesn't even think of her self as a remotely okay person. The root of this is rather unexplainable. Perhaps it's some defect in her natural sense to be modest, or perhaps it arose throughout the emotional scarring she suffered in all her losses. Either way, Kat has very little self confidence and self esteem. She doesn't think of herself as talented or special, and in almost any instance she can be found questioning her worthiness of being a Corbane. She constantly questions why her family members all died and she didn't, or how she has managed to survive for so long. She doesn't understand what seems to separate her from the rock bottom bum. Because of this she doubts and doesn't accept any compliment given to her. She hates compliments with a passion and they tend to make her feel worse as she assumes that the person feels so bad for her that they have to lie and make up compliments to make her feel better. She doesn't find herself to be worthy of love or affection. She doesn't think she deserves friends, or loved ones, or a family, even though she deeply longs for them. Perhaps it will take just the right person to open up her eyes and show her that she really isn't a bad person. Maybe she'll find someone, that can prove to her that she's worthy and deserving of a good, happy life.
{Emotionally S h a t t e r e d}-
This is probably one of the most damaging, flawed things about Kat. Because of the loss of her family, and the elderly couple, she is very scarred from it. It haunts her day in and day out, and she often has flash backs about these occurrences. Sorrow and depression stay hand in hand and always weigh heavily on her shoulders, even though she hides behind smiles. Deep down she's very torn apart and hurt. She even has a bit of hate for the world for taking away the only people she ever loved. Seeing happy families often makes her feel worse. And because of this, she often covers up her past and tries to avoid thinking or speaking about it. She likes to pretend that it never happened, that her heart isn't ripped to shreds. She tries very hard not to let her depression swallow her, but after so long it tends to build up and she does eventually break down. When she breaks down all her emotional barriers crumble and the true colors of this girl show. And they show that she isn't as emotionless as she often displays. They show that she isn't indestructible and emotionally she's actually very vulnerable. She takes criticism roughly, and does care deeply about what people think about her. I takes just a little mentioning of her family, or past to get her to crumble.
the dark a r t s
{Say Hello to My Little F r i e n d s !}-
She is able to summon up several creatures to her aid. Luce, and Jack are simply pets, and have no powers, though for some odd reason, Luce can speak the human language. These creatures are rarely used on the offensive and most of the time are summoned to defend Kat. If they are badly injured, Kat is too.
{Torment} {Thorn} {Serenity}
{Shadow}
{Luce} {Jack}
{Let Me Show You How I F e e l !}-
Because of the blood running through her veins Kat is a natural born, pure blooded empath. This allows her to feel the emotions of those around her. She can read them, and can feel them. She picks them up involuntarily, and cannot control whose emotions she picks up. Physical touch increases the intensity in which she feels the emotions. She can use this to play mental tricks and pick at people's emotions, or she can actually transfer emotions of pain into another person through physical touch. This in most instances causes agony, and death, though is rarely used because it takes a lot out of Kat, and tends to cause her empathy to spike. If surrounded by a high concentration of multiple emotions her empathy will spike, sending her into a state of confusion, agony, and vulnerability. It can cause her flash backs, paralyzation, it can cause her to pass out, go into a comatose state, and can cause death. So empathy is both a strength, and a weakness.
{I Can Hide Myself Behind A M a s k !}-
Because of her very identifiable natural appearance she was granted the ability to change into one other form, that resembles a human's form. This gives her cover when needed and helps when she needs to blend.
{Let Me Kiss It & Make It B e t t e r !}-
Because of her empathy and ability to transfer emotions, she has healing abilities. She can often heal emotionally damaged people by touching them and taking away the bad emotions which are inflicted on to her while sending them happy, warm emotions. She also takes physical wounds away this way as well. They are inflicted onto her through touch and therefor the person that was originally wounded is healed. Her body is able to handle much more blood loss and such then the normal human body and so most human fatal injuries will not kill her.
{Nature Is A Helpful A s s i s t a n t !}-
Because of her bloodline she does have the assistance of the Earthen element. This includes talking and gathering information from trees, growing herbs that help in healing or curing illnesses, or even using the trees for assistance. The trees will sometimes break the Earthen boundaries and bend, or send vines down to lift Kat or move her out of danger.
--Some of her weaknesses include both empathic and electric shock, high pitched noises, extreme temperatures, and shadows.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:17 pm
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{ current } a l i a s
[[Vince, Vinny, though no one but his mother ever called him that]]
true name
[[Vincent Alverus Synfly]]
Age
[[Appears to be 24, Actually 1000]]
h e i g h t
[[Six foot two inches]]
w e i g h t
[[two hundred pounds]]
a { r e f l e c t i o n }
[[Human]] [[True]]
the { d a m n a b l e } life
[[Vincent was born the first child to his cursed father and an unruly demoness he'd made to be his mate. Because of their infliction, demons became one of the only beings the Synflys could touch without ripping their hearts from their chests. The two settled into their family's mansion and began a family. To the dismay of Cullen, his father, their first child was a boy. Immediately, he began the necessary preparations his son would need. He dug up all the old books he had been required to read, cleaned out the training room in their basement, and began scribbling down a few notes he'd come to find useful that were not in any previous books. By the time Vincent was ten, his father had already forced him to sit down and begin reading the dozens of book written by his ancestors. He wasn't allowed to leave the house, save for one hour a day between sunset and dusk, where he was allowed to play in their vast, and eerie front yard. So his only form of company were his parents, until he turned 15. Then, his mother gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. They named her Aleera. Ecstatic to not be the only child anymore, Vincent would sit by her crib for hours, just watching the baby, and would sneak to visit her every break he got from his studies.
The two of them grew to be best of friends, since they were the only company the other had. Their father, slowly growing toward the brink of insanity, refused to let the two abominations, or so he saw, to leave their prison known as their home. So, the two kept each other company, playing hide and seek around the mansion, or making up make believe games to play. Vincent was a good many years older, but he didn't mind. It made his sister smile, and he had a friend. It was when Aleera turned 19, and Vincent was 34 that they noticed something odd about the young girl. She was an anomaly. Born of the damned, yet she had one of the purest souls they had ever seen. Of course, nothing compared to the Corbanes, but she was genuinely good natured, and had a bigger heart than the three other Synfly's put together. It drove his father mad. He couldn't stand being so close to something so pure without the temptation of taking the heart to settle his debt. So, after years of prolonging his duty, Cullen began going out at night, in search of other pure hearts, so he would not be tempted to take his daughter's.
This lasted a hundred long years. The two children were still kept as prisoners in their home. Their father would disappear, for days or weeks at a time sometimes, to search for hearts to not take Aleera's. And their mother, as a demon, couldn't show them much affection in the first place. She would converse with them, feed them, and on rare occasions, laugh a bit with them. But for the most part, she kept to herself, waiting on her husband to return to her. Then, on one fateful night, when Vincent was 136, his mother had begged his father to stay with her for a weekend, since he'd frequently been leaving. Begrudgingly, he agreed. But he was too weak; being gone from his family and disconnected to them for so long, he didn't have the strength to fight the urge of taking Aleera's heart. He killed his daughter before Vincent's very eyes, ripping her heart from her chest in a bloodied mess. She was number 547. Riddled with rage and hate, Vincent, for the first time, disobeyed his father and fled the house. He didn't return. Struck with grief and guilt, his mother attacked his father and he killed her, leaving the two ladies of the house dead. This drove him over the edge into full insanity. His father barricaded himself in the house and never left again, until his time was up, and his soul was claimed for eternal suffering.
Vincent, after he had left his cage of a hundred years, was eager to explore the world. He knew there were people he should hide from; those that wished to destroy them, but he didn't care. He hadn't the faintest clue what the real world was like, only the things he'd read from his books, and he wanted to see for himself. Besides, he had no clue who these people were, his father had never gotten a chance to say. And if he didn't know them, how could they know him? He would learn to live in the real world and that, would keep him safe, so he thought. So, he went off, exploring the countryside, visiting large cities and ancient ruins. He studied them; their architecture, the way the people interacted, everything. He took in every detail he possibly could from wherever he visited, mindful of the fact that he could not touch a single soul that he came across. He became skilled at maneuvering though crowds without touching a single person. That got him thinking about training. His father had trained him while he was at home, but there was only so much a single person could teach. So, with every city he visited, he found a highly skilled person, be it in combat, healing, weaponry, or anything else that struck him as interesting, and he learned as much as he could from them. He made sure never to touch them, and never to get too close to anyone, both physically and emotionally. With his travels, he'd become much more sociably experienced than many of his previous generations had been. And it was only when he turned 472 that the thought of his impending doom began to loom over his head. He wouldn't let that slow him down though, or let him fall into the temptation of killing innocent people. After watching his sister die, he didn't want to have any part in that destiny. But how could he run from it forever?
It was then, when he was 509, that his destiny finally caught up with him. He'd grown comfortable with his lifestyle, and that was perhaps the problem. He was in Romania at the time, slowly working his way through all of the books and scrolls in one of their oldest libraries. One evening, he decided to take a stroll through the quiet, serene streets. He found a little girl, crying by herself on the wall of a small bridge, overlooking a shallow river. She reminded him of his sister, and so, he couldn't walk away. He stopped, and asked her what was wrong. The poor child spilled her heart out to him, and he consoled her the best he could without touching her. The small girl, as naive as they all come, was eternally grateful to this dark stranger who had come to her rescue, and she foolishly jumped out and hugged him. He hadn't expected it, and the moment her little hand touched his skin, her heart burst from her chest and into his hand. A blood curdling scream filled the quiet air, and his worst nightmare looked him straight in the eyes. He was his father. He was a monster, damned to hell. She had become number 1. He couldn't fool himself anymore; there was no escaping his curse.
That night, he fled Romania, running all the way back to the one place he swore he'd never return to, his father's home. When he entered it, it had been abandoned, for years so it seemed. He went to his father's bedroom, and there, he found a note addressed to him. He knew; his father knew he'd return. That thought sickened him. He read the note, all the hatred he'd buried for years resurfacing from that one damned paper. It told him how his father was sorry for what he'd done, and how now all his possessions were left to him, Vincent. He read it through once, before setting it to flames.
He picked up from where he left off. He started reading his family's books again from the one he stopped at, and he continued researching his curse. He tidied up his new abode, making it a bit more comfortable for him. He trained and trained, thinking that perhaps if he made himself strong enough, he could escape his fate. He didn't leave his house again. Five centuries trickled by and then, the most unexpected thing happened. There was a knock at his door. When he answered, he saw a woman, tattered and beaten, and....resilient to his touch. Now, he has her in his home, and it's up to him to revive her, and perhaps figure out why she does not die with his touch.]]
two - f a c e d?
[[Cold blood, warm heart]]
Vincent is...complicated. His curse causes him such terrible guilt, that he fears having a connection with any living creature. For this reason, he hides himself from the world. He's created a persona of a cruel and emotionless person. Seemingly, he cares for nothing but himself, and the rest of the world can be damned to hell for all he cares. However, this is not the case at all. Vincent's heart, though tainted by the evils of his ancestors, is pure, and full of emotion. He cares for others, which is why he shuns himself for their protection, and if he could, he would be kind hearted and friendly to everyone he could meet.
[[A proper gentleman]]
Just because he comes off as a heartless b*****d, doesn't mean he doesn't hold his manners. Vincent was raised a gentleman, as were all of his predecessors. He knows how to be polite and courteous, and he's very good with his words. If he wanted, he could make a woman melt into his arms, or verbally stab a person to death with his well placed insults. He's highly intelligent, and is usually right. But he doesn't let this go to his head, that much at least. He is a little arrogant, though it's subtle, and he grows very sour when he's wrong, though that's few and far between. He usually keeps himself well collected, and he loves intelligent conversations. Though he hates being wrong, he thrives for intellectual arguments and debates.
[[Damaged Soul]]
Vincent holds more sorrow within his veins than should ever be inflicted upon one person. He buries it, to the very depths of his core, but he cannot be rid of it. The death of his sister, took a severe toll on him. She was his one and only true friend, ever. He could never have a relationship as strong as he had with his sister with any other person; they would all die. He is a monster that cannot be loved. He is more alone than anyone could imagine, and there's nothing he can do about it. For this, he feels completely helpless at times.
[[Broken Mind]]
Vincent is constantly torn between the looming fate of his soul, and his horrid disgust with what he must do to alleviate that fate. He hates killing, and especially hates who and how he must kill. But, he knows he will suffer a fate far worse than death if he does not. He is by no means selfish, and would rather die than kill so many good people. But what about his descendants to come? If he doesn't do something, they will have to suffer the same way he does. This is a thought he cannot bear to have, which is one reason why he refuses to wed and bear children. But what about his ancestors who are going through their eternal suffering? If he completes his task, will they be relieved of their suffering? These thoughts constantly plague his mind and drive him toward insanity. The fact that he must seclude himself from the world doesn't do too much to help either...
the dark a r t s
[[Tell me what you're thinking...]]
Vincent, is a telepath. He can read people's minds and in some cases, alter or inflict thoughts upon them, turning them into puppets sort of. There is a limitation to it though; he can only read the minds of those with weaker wills than he has. In rare cases, he can read the mind of an equal to him, but it takes a large toll on him. It often causes him to fall unconscious, gain a bloody nose, and possibly weaken his immune system, causing him to grow very ill. With this power, he can also shield his own mind, hiding his thoughts or feeling from those around him.
[[The shadows are my allies.]]
He can manipulate the shadows, in virtually any way he can think of. He can cause shadows to raise from people and buildings, solidifying them into creatures, or he can cause an entire city to fall in a thick, impenetrable darkness. He can move through them, teleporting in a sense, and use them as shields, masks, or tricks.
[[Fire is fun!]]
Vincent is also a pyro. He can create fire from his bare hands. This also makes him resistant to fire, allowing him to walk through it unscathed.
[[You can't hurt me]]
He has the ability to heal rapidly. Minor scrapes and cuts heal within seconds. Gashes and various wounds like it will heal within minutes. Severe wounds will heal within hours to about a day. His healing ability slows with the light though. The sun slows his ability to heal considerably, and when it is in full heat of the day, Vincent heals no better than a human.
[[Rawr I'm a vampire!]]
Vincent's last ability is the one he hates the most. He has the ability to sap away a person's energy, making them weak and unable to even stand. This proves useful on his prey when he's hunting for hearts. And for that reason, he barely ever uses it.
-Vincent's weaknesses include water: it doesn't hurt him, but if he's drenched in water or the air is too moist, he is unable to use his pyro abilities. The light: again, it doesn't hurt him, but it can irritate him if there's too much, and it takes away all of his healing ability. And the limitation of his telepathy. If he tries to overexert himself, he will pay the penalty.
-Also, Vincent has a pet panther that is his only company. Because he is a monster and he found the panther when it was a mere cub, he was able to tame the beast to listen to him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:18 pm
Katarinia ||Isabelle || Corbane----
I don't know if you can hear me where ever you are, but just know I need you now more then ever d a d d y. ღ_____ I'm starting to wonder what my true {p u r p o s e} is;; I shouldn't have been the one that lived. I'm not worthy.  'It was a dark place, small and shrouded in cob webs and eerie shadows. It stunk of rotten wood and dirt. She was huddled in this small place, nothing upon her body other then a small white dress that had been torn and reduced to an ash color from all the dirt that stained it mercilessly. She was young and thin, her midnight blue skin glistening due to the small bits of moonlight that were shining through the cracks of the tattered boards above her. Her deep ocean blue eyes scanned about fearfully, her breathing rapid but silent. She clutched a small doll within one of her small, trembling hands. Silver tears were streaking down her cheeks as she sat there, silent, listening... Moments passed and she slowly started to relax. Perhaps they were all gone? She began to crawl forward, heading towards one board that seemed have a bit more moonlight showing around it then the others. She stopped beneath this board and looked up through the cracks, searching for some shadow, some sign of someone being above her. After a few moments of hesitation, she reached her free hand up and pressed upon the board, causing it to squeak softly. She paused, cringing at the noise and she waited. After a few moments of nothing happening, she proceeded. She pushed the board up the entire way, and slowly peeked her head out. She seen nothing.
A moment of shock hit as a black hand shot out around her throat. She managed to let out a croaking squeak as she was pulled through the board, and in her shock the doll dropped from her hand. Both of her beautiful dark blue hand shot up to the black one gripping her throat. She tugged at it, her thin little legs kicking desperately, searching for some sort of support. But it was holding her too high. She felt the breath being cut off from her air way, and her heart rate began to increase as she struggled to breathe. Her silver tears quickened, causing glistening streaks to form over her midnight blue cheeks. Her entire body was glowing brightly with a radiance that even a star could not outshine. She was beautiful. Her turquoise colored hair swayed slowly in the wind, a subtle sign that not all had been tainted by the darkness. Her eyes began to droop with the lack of air, and she felt her body begin to fatigue. For a moment she slipped into the darkness, the last thing she heard being an angered cry in a low tenor voice. Moments later she awoke on the ground, laying sideways just as she had been dropped. Her blurred vision settled and became clear. Pushing herself up, she looked to see her father, with the same beautiful skin battling the demon that had held her in it's death grip only moments before.
She reached out shaking hand, despair clear in her voice as she called out. "Papa!" she cried, her voice cracking at the simple word that represented the being she cherished so much. She sat there for a moment, in a complete stupor of what to do as she sat there and watched as her father, her world fought away the demons that aimed for one thing; murder. Her rapid breathing remained, and she slowly pushed herself up into a standing position, as if preparing herself to summon up something to aid her father. But before she could even start her beginning chant, her father called out, hand to hand with this demon as they were struggling with power. "Kat! Get out of here right this instant! Run my child! Run with all your might and don't you ever look back!" he yelled at her, in that commanding tone of voice, the one he usually used when training her. She felt her heart rip to shreds at the realization that he was ordering her to abandon him, her brothers, and her mother. She shook her head in defiance at first, wanting to help out, not wanting to leave her beloved family members behind. "But papa I--" she was interrupted by a low grunt. "RUN!" he commanded in the coldest tone that she had ever heard him use. Hurt, and scared, she nodded, obeying. But she stopped for just a moment. "I love you Papa! I'll be waiting for you!" she cried, a hopeful desperation in her voice before she turned and ran.
She pushed her body to the limits, running faster and harder then she had ever dreamt possible. Her little legs carried her far, ten miles to be exact. Her breathing was heavy and by the time she had managed to see fire and houses, it was useless to continue. Her legs ached horridly and her sides throbbed with pain. Her little body couldn't handle it any more. And with one desperate call out for her father, she collapsed to the ground, passing out immediately. Her open eyes stared lifelessly ahead, as her eyelids slowly closed, staring at the shelter only yards ahead of her. She couldn't make it. She had failed. And in that thought, darkness swallowed her, and she was lost.'
Her eyes shot open, and her body jerked forward, a cold sweat trickling down her abnormally pale skin. Her deep ocean blue eyes scanned the area with an alarming sense to them. Her breathing was laboured, and she found herself almost gasping for it. The silken sheets slid off of her body, and it was only then when she realized she had not awakened on that dirt road to a blood thirsty demon. Oh no. That was far in the past. She had grown from that time, and now, she was in the present. It had just been a dream, a horrid, horrid dream. Her tensed body relaxed, and she lifted a shaky hand to her forehead where she wiped away the icy beads of sweat from her brow. Finally she started to actually examine the room that she was in. It was very beautiful, extravagant, absolutely luxurious. She hadn't been in a room like that for a very long while, and by the looks of it, this room was very old. Dust was settled very comfortably upon almost everything, showing that it had not been used in forever. She frowned as she tried to turn her body, and she looked down to see bandages wrapped firmly around her stomach. The bandages were fresh, and not blood stained showing they had been changed just recently too. She frowned even further in confusion this time. Who had been changing her bandages?
She racked her brain, trying to think back. And then she remembered something. The man, the house, she had completely forgotten about the ambush. She remembered running to the large mansion that everyone said was haunted and feared greatly, and she remembered knocking. She remembered a kind, yet strained face, pale skin and dark hair. And then she remembered nothing but darkness. She must have passed out, and that man must have taken her up to this room and bandaged her. She ran her hands through her hair, relieved to see that she hadn't shifted into her normal form throughout this time, as she was still in her human form. If her true race had been revealed, she might have been in big trouble. After a few moments of hesitation, she slid out of the bed, and landed on the floor. It was much higher up then she had suspected, but landed with ease. She straightened up, and she heard her back crack. She was rather stiff, and figured she had to have been out for at least two days. She exhaled a gentle breath and straightened herself out, posturing herself before continuing towards the door. Everything about this place was luxurious. Whoever lived here must have had an absolutely wealthy family. There was no way one man could make enough money to pay for all that, especially in modern times.
She took in a gentle breath. It even smelled old, but a good kind of old. The kind of old she could familiarize with, it made her feel much more at home and less out of place. She missed the olden times. Things in the modern times were so much more complex and hard to understand. She much preferred the older eras. Shaking those thoughts out of her head, she opened the door and peeked out cautiously. She called out softly. "Hello?" she said, her voice gentle and kind. After no response was gained after a few moments, she decided it would be safe to venture out of her room. She would not snoop, of course, and only wished to find the man who had taken such good care of her. She found herself on the second floor, and after checking a few rooms she went down an elegant staircase and headed downstairs where she figured the person was. She didn't completely rely on luck to find this person, and tapped into her senses, using smell and her empathy to kind of pin-point where he was so she didn't have to go through a billion rooms to find him. Because by the looks of this house, it was absolutely gigantic, and she didn't want to get lost or be found venturing into a room that she was not supposed to enter.
With the fresh scent of this man growing closer, she also noticed something else. No other scents of beings came to her, nor did she detect anything with her empathy. Did that mean he was all alone? And he must have been for some time because she could pick up scents from a while ago. And yet all she smelled was his scent. This baffled her, as to why someone of such a high stature would be all alone. Well right now that was of little matter, as she had to find this person and properly thank them first. She felt it was not only her duty but it was only the proper thing to do, she could not find anything within her that made her want to be rude to this person. It had been clear that they had done all they could to save her, all they could to keep her healthy, alive, and comfortable. And that deserved a great thanking indeed. Perhaps they would allow her to cook something for them? She was a very good cook, and found it to be a very good way to thank someone. Not many knew the arts of home cooking, especially in this age, and so she took pride in her superior cooking skills. But again she found that her mind was wandering, and she was losing focus of the main goal here; find this man. She gave a slight smile to herself, shaking her head as she continued to silently stroll about the house, making sure to remain silent.
Finally she came upon the room that he was within. It appeared to be a kitchen, a very elegant one at that. The man was at the middle of this room, doing the very thing she thought she could use to thank him, cooking. She lifted a hand to her mouth for a moment, not sure if she should disturb him, or if she should return to bed and simply await for him to come up to check on her. But after a moment, she found herself stepping forward, cautious, polite steps they were, as her hand slowly dropped from her mouth. Her beautiful eyes glistened as she lifted one hand to swipe the ash and blue strands of hair out of her face. She took in a breath and stopped right behind him. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was the proper thing to do, but after one more moment she reached out and simply tapped him on the shoulder, ever so lightly. She hoped she hadn't startled him and took a step back once he turned around to face her. She examined him for a moment, being thrown off by how utterly handsome he was. She had to admit, she hadn't seen a man hold such beauty in a very long time, almost like this house it seemed to be an ancient beauty, only better. She caught her breath and finally forced herself to finally speak to this man.
She curtsied and gave a sweet smile as she straightened up. "I do believe I owe you a great thank you for taking care of me and bandaging me up. You showed a great amount of kindness, such an amount that is hard to come by now a days, and I am forever in your debt." she said, nodding with that heart melting smile of hers. She took in a breath and then realized she had not yet introduced herself. "Oh! Pardon my manners they seem to have dashed off for a moment. My name, is Katarinia Anastasia Corbane, though you may call me Kat, if you please. And may I ask the the name of the man that is indeed my saviour?" she asked, sweet curiosity glistening within her beautiful eyes. The C l u e l e s s AssassinI don't k n o w how I should f e e l
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:23 pm
Ping. Ping. Ping.
The quiet sound of soft egg shells tapping against an old porcelain bowl rang through the silent house as Vincent gently broke the shells, emptying it's contents into the bowl. He had been restless, waking earlier than he usually did, on this slightly overcast day. It had been because of his new resident, a girl who had showed up on his door step about three days ago on the brink of death. He had changed her bandages early that morning, sterilizing the wounds and wrapping them with new bandages so they wouldn't get infected. For once, his training in Hungary with the soothsayers there had finally come in handy.
Her condition wasn't why he was restless however. It was the fact that there was another person in his home. Another person who, the second she had fallen into his arms, should have been dead. And yet, she was breathing quietly upstairs in his guest room, recovering from other injuries he did not inflict on her. This thought perplexed him. How was she not susceptible to his curse? He needed to know. But he wouldn't be able to find out anything until she awoke. And finding that out would be more difficult than a simple Q and A session. 'Oh yes hi, um...why did you're heart not rip from your chest when you touched me?' 'I beg your pardon?!' No...that wouldn't be a desirable conversation at all. He sighed frustratedly. His thought process was getting him nowhere.
And so, that was why he was in his kitchen, cooking a meal for hopefully the both of them to eat. Keeping busy helped keep his mind off such tumultuous thoughts. Besides, he enjoyed cooking. It was one of the few humanly things he was pretty good at. It made living on his own not so bad at times when he could make himself a feast fit for a king. And the thought of not eating alone for once was a thought that was only real in his fantasies. He began whipping the eggs about in the bowl, making them frothy. He wondered if his guest would awaken today. She hadn't stirred for three days now despite the fact that her condition was improving.
After the eggs were an even color and without bubbles, he poured the liquid into a frying pan, that was already hot and coated in a thin line of butter. It sizzled as the eggs poured onto it. Moving quickly, he turned to the frying pan that was just next to the one he poured the eggs in. There were a few strips of bacon in that one, which he nimbly turned over now, allowing the already cooked side to face the ceiling so the other side had time to cook. Gracefully gliding to the counter, he grabbed a spatula and quickly returned to the eggs. He meshed them together, moving the partially cooked eggs around before flipping it over.
He didn't even notice the girl creep up behind him until she had tapped on his shoulder. Instinctively, he recoiled away, jerking his shoulder away from her fingertips and whipping around to face her. His upper body had been clad in nothing but a black wife beater, that clung tightly to his muscled torso. The fact that her fingertips touched his skin should have caused her to die right there on his floor...and yet, nothing happened. He was stunned to see her standing there. He hadn't even sensed her approaching. Either he had been that preoccupied, or she was really that quiet. He was again stunned that she could touch him and nothing happened. And, he was also stunned by her appearance. She was exquisite. Slightly paler than she should be, sure, but there was no doubt she was a beauty. Turquoise hair, and eyes as vibrant and wild as the ocean. She had a very fit physique, though a bit weak at the moment given her injuries, and that smile seemed to warm up the entire room...even though it was already warm from the burners. He had never seen anything so uniquely beautiful.
And the last thing that stunned him, was that she thanked him...Not only thanked him, but said that he was kind. That disturbed him, greatly. He was not kind. He couldn't be kind. He was a monster, incapable of such emotion. He had been so taken aback, he didn't respond. Katarinia Anastasia Corbane. The name ran through his head a few times before he realized she'd asked for his. He cleared his throat a bit before he spoke.
"Forgive me. I...seem to be a little off my wits this morning." He said charmingly, his voice holding and old note to it, one that would be commonly found in old England, and the smooth sound of his deep voice was almost enchanting, like the way a vampire's was to it's prey in old folk lore. He let a small smile toy at his lips, making his face radiate palely like the moon on a black night. He nodded his head a bit to her and said, "My name is Vincent Alverus Synfly. You may call me Vince though, if it fancies you." He turned back to the food. He flipped the eggs once more before turning the burner off for the bacon. "I hope you're hungry...Do you like pancakes?" He asked, as he walked to the island counter in the middle of the kitchen and grabbed a plate with about a dozen bacon strips already cooked on it. He brought it back to the stove and nimbly removed the bacon strips off the hot pan with his bare fingers. It didn't even seem to phase him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:26 pm
Katarinia ||Isabelle || Corbane----
I don't know if you can hear me where ever you are, but just know I need you now more then ever d a d d y. ღ_____ I'm starting to wonder what my true {p u r p o s e} is;; I shouldn't have been the one that lived. I'm not worthy. ~{Ooc: Oh, I can already tell this will be a wonderful role play. <3 You're so amazing Scorpion, you never do cease to amaze. :,3}~
The way he had recoiled away from her showed her one of two things. Either he was an antisocial being who was not used to physical contact, or she had startled him, and natural to her blood line, she gave this man the benefit of the doubt and instantly assumed it was that she had startled him. And with that a harsh pang of guilt hit her, and she felt her head throb for just a moment. She remained composed though, as her eyes drifted over him as he turned to face her. Her eyes flickered over him and she would have blushed, but her manners prevented her from doing that. She felt his eyes drifting over her, and she felt herself suddenly wanting to shrink away. With a heavy lacking of self confidence, she began to wonder what flaws he was mentally pointing out to himself as he looked at her. She figured that mentally he was in disgust of what he seen, all her flaws, it must not be a pretty sight. She felt her arms snake around her body, as she stood there hugging herself, a sign of insecurity. She wished she had decided to change before coming downstairs. She had completely forgotten about that. Her bag was upstairs, the bag she had on her back when she had collapsed. He had carried that up with her, as she had noticed. Standing there in only a black tank top and some torn up jeans made her feel very, nude. And being that she was not of the beautiful type, she felt even worse.
But his voice jerked her from her thoughts. Her ocean orbs widened slightly at the sound and note of his voice. She hadn't heard a voice like that in, oh she didn't even know how long. Added with the charm that seemed to flow from his lips ever so naturally, she felt herself slowly become entranced with his voice. It was indeed one of the most dream-like voices she had heard, in possibly forever. It may have been the most entrancing as she couldn't recall another time where a voice had so easily pulled her from her thoughts, when usually she was impossible to pry from her thoughts. Every word that spilt from his lips threw her further and further in this entranced state, and for a moment she felt like she was going to melt. But her manners, and trained sense of being composed at all times, prevented her from showing any weakness or vulnerabilty. She took in a gentle breath and forced herself to snap out of her little mental mesmerization. Just in time too, as he was introducing himself to her. Her lips curled into a soft smile at his name. It went together very well, and she let it play through her mind a few times. She was very good with names and this was a name she was sure wouldn't leave her mind for a good long while now. She nodded slightly as he mentioned she could call him Vince, something she would indeed choose to fancy.
Her eyes went to what he was doing when he turned away from her. It was only then when she really registered it. He was cooking. She listened to the sizzling of the eggs and the bacon, and she took in a deep breath. The deeply intoxicating smell of food, so well cooked filled her nostrils. Her sense of smell was immideatly sent straight into pure heaven at the smell of such wonderful home cooking. She hadn't had nor smelt good home cooking in a long while due to her constant need for traveling. The demand of being what and who she was, did have a lot of consequences. Most nights were spent under the stars on nothing more then a simple blanket, or up in a tree. Most food consisted of items she bought, being things that didn't require cooking such as fresh fruit and some raw vegetables. So when one would assume that she had gone without a home cooked meal in a long while, they would indeed be assuming correctly. She took one more step back to get out of his way, not wanting to crowd him while he cooked. Finally his questioned registered within her mind and almost simultaneously came a rather ferocious rumble from deep within her stomach. Her hand instantly went to her stomach and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She gave a sweet, innocent smile.
"Oh yes, I love pancakes! And I do believe my stomach just confirmed my hunger! I'll leave you cook, as I feel the need to go change. I'll be back in a short while, and thank you so much again!" she said happily, before dashing off through the kitchen and heading back towards her room. She moved gracefully, and very quickly. Reaching the top of the steps she headed down the hall to the one door that was slightly cracked open; her door...Or really his door, as she didn't own it, but it was temporarily hers. Entering the ever elegant room, she closed the door, and headed over to her bag that was neatly set on the floor next to the bed. She picked up the bag, and gently set it upon the bed. She opened it, and shuffled through some clothes. Most of the clothes were modern clothes, as she had to do that to blend in. Sighing softly she finally settled upon a simple sundress. It was all black, and silken looking with lace at the top and bottom. She looked at it for a moment, and placed her finger upon the dress. With a small flash a golden thread appeared and it laced itself into the black fabric of the dress, twisting and turning until the golden thread appeared. Lifting up the dress she examined her modification. Now the dress was a simple black dress with lace on the top and bottom, along with a beautiful golden design curling up throughout the dress, adding a very victorian-like theme to the dress.
She smiled proudly at her work and quickly stripped down, making sure to be careful of the multiple bandages that covered her body. She cringed slightly, being rather sore still, but she got over it. Pulling on the dress she put her dirty clothes in the bag and stopped at a body length mirror. She examined herself, glad that there was no blood or dirt upon her body. She was relatively clean, which she credited to Vince who she was sure had cleaned her up, and he'd done a very good job. She went back over to her bag and grabbed her hair brush, before returning to the mirror and gently beginning to run the brush through her hair that was a little knotty here and there. She wen through her hair until it was returned to it's usual silky smooth state, and as she looked herself over one more time, she did not notice the creature approaching. It was only when the long, golden reptile began to curl up her leg, that she noticed it. She jumped at this, letting out a soft squeak. But she relaxed quickly as she looked down at the snake whose head was mere inches away from her own. It looked at her with those deep, black eyes, it's blue-ish tongue flicking out and tasting the air. For a moment, they stared, before Kat smiled softly and held out an arm, which the snake curled upon, and headed towards her shoulders where it rested. And then, it spoke.
"Katarinia, I'm quite glad to sssssseeee you're feeeeeeling bettterrrrr." it hissed, it's voice low and somewhat eerie. Kat didn't seem to be alarmed by this though, and she smiled softly, running her fingers along the beautiful golden snake, glad to know her companion was still there. And at that thought she turned sharply, a sudden sense of alarm filling her at the lack of her second companion. She looked at her snake companion in question for a moment. It had been a few days and she knew how Luce got if he wasn't properly fed. "Luce...You didn't--" she asked, almost terrified to finish her sentence. The snake let out another sniff of the air before speaking. "Oh no. Katarinia, I wouldn't do that. You knooww me better I would ssssussspect. I do believe the ssssmallll sssscammp ran offff a bit of go, he sssshhould be back sssooon." the beautifully golden snake said eloquently, his words coming out as if he had some sort of lisp, though that would be suspected of a speaking reptile, snake especially. It took in a gentle breath and then looked at her with a somewhat interested look. "What are you getting ssso dresssed up for? Perhapssss it isss because of that handsssome man?" the snake asked, it's body curling around her just a tad bit tighter, but in more of a suggestive manner more then anything.
Kat shook her head with a gentle smile and simply ran her gentle, slender fingers over the ever so smooth scales of the golden snake that curled so cozily upon her shoulders. With a roll of her eyes she walked back over to the bed and lifted the golden snake off of her shoulders and put him on the bed. "I have to go to breakfast you stay out of sight and make sure that neither you or Jack go snooping about. I expect best behavior from you two." she said in a gentle, yet somewhat motherly tone of voice. And with that she headed back to the door and opened it. She smiled faintly and headed down te stairs and back to the kitchen where she spotted Vince. She smiled sweetly, hoping the dress would be appropriate. She shyly stepped forward and gazed at all the food he was cooking. "It looks and smells absolutely wonderful." she said ever so delightfully. "I can already tell that you're quite the talented cook!" she said smiling sweetly.The C l u e l e s s Assassin I don't k n o w how I should f e e l
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:29 pm
((Ahah....awww thanks sweetie redface you do flatter me too much though xD ))
Vincent nodded slowly as she announced she would tidy herself up a bit. his face was somber, as it always was, but he couldn't help but notice a slight boil of emotion within him. What emotion that was however, he couldn't really tell...he wasn't very versed with his emotions. Being that she found her way down to him, he assumed she wouldn't have any trouble finding her way back up. And he'd taken care of any incidents that could arise if she decided to go snooping. His gaze flickered over the silver key hanging from his neck by a long, thin silver chain. He put the full plate of bacon on the counter where he'd just picked it up before he returned to the eggs. He made sure to tuck the key under his tank top as he moved the eggs around a bit. He had noted how she'd reflexively clung to her own body when he had looked at her. Shyness was not a trait he would have expected from someone who stood out so much. But perhaps he was flawed in thinking that. His nose crinkled a bit at that one. He was rarely wrong, and thinking himself that he was wrong was a major no no. So, he figured it was just this girl who broke the mold. She would prove to be more interesting that he'd first thought if that pattern persisted.
He turned the burner off for the eggs and emptied the now perfectly scrambled eggs onto another large plate. Returning to the middle counter, he picked up the plate of bacon and turned around, walking out of the kitchen and into a very large dining room. Like the rest of his house, it was elegant, grand, and luxurious. From the ceiling held a large chandelier, made completely of glittering crystals. Upon it's pedestals hung orangish lights that gave the dining room a mellow glow. The walls were white, though they looked slightly orange with the light, and the floor was made of black marble. The long table that could seat and entire party was made of dark oak, and polished so that it reflected the light being cast upon it, making it look enchanted. He set the two plates down on the table, next to the plate of pancakes that were already there. Two place mats were already set up, one being at the head of the table, and one to the left of it a few seats down. He didn't want to alienate her and put her all the way at the end since it was a rather large table, but nor did he want to be intrusive and sit right next to her. The thought of being so close to anyone made him antsy anyways. Giving a satisfied nod, he turned around and walked back into the kitchen, and just in time too. Kat had walked in that second. And she looked much more beautiful than she just had a second ago, not looking like she'd just woken up. The dress that clad her small body helped make her complexion not look so ghastly as well. He assumed her skin color would return to her in a few more days, when she was fully rested and feeling much more like herself.
He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at her compliment. He wasn't used to them, and her kindness toward him still unnerved him - though he easily kept his composure, but he couldn't help but note she was sort of cute the way she went about herself. "Why thank you, my dear." He said, bowing politely to her. He had a small half smile on his face when he looked back up at her. "The food is all ready, and set for you to eat in the dining room" One of his pale, well toned arms curled behind him to point to where he'd just come from. "Anything in particular you'd like to drink? Oh, and do be careful sitting down...you don't want to tear any of your stitches or irritate a bruise." He warned absentmindedly as he opened the fridge and rummaged around for something they both might like to drink.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:35 pm
Katarinia ||Isabelle || Corbane----
I don't know if you can hear me where ever you are, but just know I need you now more then ever d a d d y. ღ_____ I'm starting to wonder what my true {p u r p o s e} is;; I shouldn't have been the one that lived. I'm not worthy. ~{Ooc: I'm only telling the honest truth! :3}~
His chuckle threw her off just a bit, as she wasn't sure if he were laughing at her, or the compliment, or if he was just laughing because he could. She didn't really know how to respond to that and so she just smiled ever so sweetly, making sure that she brightened up the room as much as she possibly could. Taking in a breath she listened to him thank her, and then he bowed. Her eyes widened slightly at that, as she hadn't seen anyone bow to her like that in forever. It seemed like second nature to him, he was really old fashioned. Oh how wonderful! To have stumbled into the arms of someone who appreciated the very time frame that she was born in; though she could never openly admit that as she doubted he would react to her not being human too well. But all thoughts were washed away as soon as the word food was registered within her mind. Her stomach would have let out a loud demand for food again, had her hand not been firmly placed over her stomach, her own mental note to keep composed and to avoid any more embarrassing moments. She looked at the half smile on his face and she tilted her head in that cute wondering way, similar to the way a young puppy would when observing something new for the very first time.
Her eyes flickered down to his neck for a moment, and she noticed a small chain, silver. But whatever was upon the chain, if anything at all, she didn't know, and didn't plan on asking. Her eyes moved downward to his arm, that was pointing towards the dining room. Oh yes! Breakfast! How silly of her. She was allowing her mind to wander again. Goodness all that rest had made her mind run wild today. She smiled sweetly and with an eager hop, she headed towards the dining room as directed. After a few steps he spoke again and she found her feet had come to a complete halt at the sound of his voice. It was such an effective voice. There was only one other voice in the world that had ever held such a power over her, and that was the voice of the only man she ever loved; her father. Her heart sunk at that fact, that she was allowing a mere stranger to hold the very power over her that her father did. She was being foolish again, her insides screaming for her to make a friend. But her job, her reputation, her mere existence, prevented her from doing that. She couldn't allow herself to get close, to drag someone so innocent into the hellish existence known as her life. Vince didn't deserve to be pulled into something that he had nothing to do with.
She snapped out of of her thoughts and turned, placing one foot behind her other foot's heel, and using that to turn her a complete one-eighty. It was a simple, yet rather interesting way of turning. Her dress twirled with the movement, swaying with her body as she stood, and smiled. Giving a small shrug of her shoulders she let out a soft giggle. "I don't really have any particular tastes, no. What ever it is that you have a taste for will be perfectly fine for me!" she said sweetly, her gentle voice ringing out with an ever kind, and entrancing tone. Before she repeated her turning movement and headed back into the dining room, allowing Vince to shuffle through the fridge as he pleased. She pushed her hand to the beautiful wooden door that lead to the dining room. The doors had so many beautiful designs carved in them, that she took a moment to just look at the door, running her finger tips upon the engravings. She appreciated such fine wood work, and wondered who had been the master to carve it. With a soft smile, she opened the door and walked into the dining room, and instantly her breath was stolen from her lungs, and it escaped through her lips in the form of an absolutely delighted gasp. Her eyes widened at the sight.
The glistening chandelier caught her eyes, and oh how they glittered as she stared at it. She looked at the walls and the floor, which was even elegant. All the chairs placed perfectly, and aged with beauty. Everything in that room brought her so far back that she could swear she smelt the finishing oils in her father's work shop. Another painful memory, washed away by the utter beauty of the house. Finally she caught her breath and she stepped forward, walking delicately as if she were to break something by walking normally. Her hand instinctively reached out and ran across the table and chairs, and she closed her eyes for just a moment. She was brought back to her own house, her own dining room that wasn't as elegant, but she remembered swearing it was the most elegant place in the world when she was younger. She remembered playing beneath the table at night, covering it with blankets and creating long forts. Playing hide and seek with her older brothers, running along the chairs and turning with the table during a game of tag. It all became so vivid, that she swore she could see a child-version of herself running right past her, Maloki and Erik chasing after the young child. Her eyes snapped open just as Maloki would have run right through her.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, as she looked down, realizing it had only been a flash back, a mere memory, nothing of reality. She hadn't realized that her free hand had reached up and was now desperately clutching a golden locket upon her neck. Her hand was even shaking she had been clutching it so tightly. A gentle breath caused her to release the locket, and it fell against her chest. She ran her fingers over it as she continued over to her chair. It was a beautiful heart shaped locket, with small lines of jade curling through the entire thing, a small diamond heart in the middle. And within this locket lay five, small pictures. One of her mother, one of her father, one of Maloki, one of Erik, and one of the elderly couple that had cared for her while she was injured. The locket held something else too, something much, much more important to her. But the contents of the locket would remain a secret to everyone but Kat, as she didn't plan on allowing anyone to know, let alone touch it. It was the only thing she had left of her home, the only thing that she had of her family. Six hundred years, and that locket was all she ever had to remind her of the past. Her eyes hit the food on the table, and she let out a gentle smile, looking at the very large stack of pancakes that were cooked to perfection.
The smell was absolutely intoxicating. She pulled out her seat and sat down, pulling out her napkin and folding it neatly over her lap as she postured herself. She stared down at the table placements, and ran her fingers along one of the designs while she waited patiently for Vince. Despite her monstrous hunger, she knew better then to eat without the host in her presence. It would be rude for her to serve herself up like that. As she lost herself within the intricate design of the small cloth padding, she found that her lips had parted, and she had began to sing, an old latin lullaby that had been sung to her long ago.
"Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus,
Pie Jesu Domine,
dona eis requiem. Amen..." The C l u e l e s s Assassin I don't k n o w how I should f e e l
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:38 pm
She was taking her sweet time to answer. This caused him to crane his head around to look at her. She was a silly little thing. Even the way she turned around was unique to her person. He held from smiling as she answered him. He nodded a bit before he turned back to the fridge and continued searching. Settling on iced tea for himself, and orange juice for her, he grabbed the two gallons and pulled them out. He figured she could use some vitamin C to boost her immune system. He grabbed two glasses from the tan, polished cabinets and poured each liquid into a glass. After returning the cartons to the fridge, he picked up the glasses and headed for the dining room.
Something halted him at the door though. A sound. A melody, enchanting and yet, gravely melancholy in it's tone. It was Latin, he could tell that much, but for what it meant, it took him a bit to register. Language wasn't one of his favored subjects. He'd gained a few through his travels, including French, German, Russian, Spanish, among a few others, but Latin was one he never studied extensively. Most people didn't speak it, and what was the point of a language if you didn't speak with it? It made no sense to him at all. Pity...he wished now he'd spent a little more time researching it. Still, there were a few things he could decipher from it. It was something about a man facing judgment. That didn't settle with him very well...how ironic his guest would be singing about something that he was too familiar with. He almost hissed, being reminded of his sentencing, but he quickly pushed that thought out of his consciousness. Since it was Latin, it had to be old, really old. Which meant it must have been passed down to her somehow, most likely a lullaby that passed from generation to generation in her family. Something her parents or someone close to her sung for her when she was little.
...And here he was, still standing in front of the door, holding these drinks. He'd been so caught up with the song, he forgot what he was doing. Shaking his head a bit to clear his mind, he put a shoulder to the door and pushed it open; it was slightly heavy, but that wasn't much of a problem for him. He didn't smile this time when he saw her. His dark crimson eyes simply looked over to the blue featured girl; she hadn't started eating yet. How polite. If he weren't so jaded with warmer feelings, he would've felt bad for making her wait, even though it was only a moment. Five centuries tended to make things rust however. Still, it would be rude not to apologize. "My apologies. Please, you must be starving. Don't wait on me any longer." He said softly, placing her glass of orange juice down gently in front of her plate. This time, he forced a small smile. Gracefully, he glided to his seat and sat down without the slightest noise.
This was strange for him. He hadn't had company for a meal in a very long time. He remembered how to make small talk, and be friendly, and all that nonsense. But his brain was a puzzle. He wanted to cut right to the chase...ask why she'd been dying in his arms, ask why she didn't die IN his arms, how long was she planning on staying, did she have family, would they be looking for her....he'd been staring at her eat. He immediately let his eyes drop to his plate, still empty. Well that would look strange, wouldn't it? Truthfully, he wasn't hungry; he was too unsettled to be hungry. But he didn't want her questioning him all that much. He didn't like talking about himself. He didn't like himself. His mouth pulled into a thin line. Grabbing his fork, he stabbed it into two pancakes, perhaps a bit too angrily, before he picked them up and plopped them onto his plate. He shuffled a few pieced of bacon and some eggs on as well before he put his plate down, and didn't touch it.
He looked up to Kat, who was looking at him. He let out a long, silent breath before he looked back to his plate. He took a strip of bacon and brought it to his pale lips. He put the whole thing in his mouth and crunched on it. Eating gave him a way to avoid talking, to avoid asking anything that would make this any more uncomfortable.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:40 pm
Katarinia ||Isabelle || Corbane----
I don't know if you can hear me where ever you are, but just know I need you now more then ever d a d d y. ღ_____ I'm starting to wonder what my true {p u r p o s e} is;; I shouldn't have been the one that lived. I'm not worthy. It had been perhaps only a few moments after her singing had ceased when Vince entered the room. Her eyes rose up to meet his and she noticed that this time he didn't smile. She smiled anyways, finding it hard not to smile in such a beautiful place. She looked at the orange juice that was placed in front of her as he spoke, telling her that she could eat now. She shook her head slightly at his apology showing that it was no trouble though. With a sweet smile she served herself, making sure not to take too much. Sure, she could probably eat everything he had made, and still be rather hungry, but she knew much better. She fully understood that even though she was meant to intake about four times the calories a normal human being would, that she should hold manners. She could eat a bunch later, and now she was playing off of the sweet and polite side. Plus, it wasn't her food, it was Vince's and he deserved a bigger plate then she did for making it. She started eating, silent and polite as her eyes remained fixated upon her plate. There was something about the air in that place, the aura that set her off just a tad, making things awkward. But she knew much better then to look up, as it would be rude. She wondered how long it had been since he had someone there with him. Everything looked as if he'd been alone for so long. It made her curious to why he was so alone.
She felt his eyes on her, knowing that burning feeling. But she kept her eyes directed away from him, knowing that it would be weird to look up. She knew he was staring at her. It was bothering her, as she hated to be stared at. After a moment she lifted her head and wiped her mouth with her napkin for a moment, taking that opportunity to glance at him, as he was now staring down at his empty plate. She frowned slightly at that sight, looking over to the food he had prepared. Well there was more then enough for him, she suspected, so why wasn't he eating? Her question was put to death as he stabbed his fork into two pancakes, almost violently. Perhaps she had done something wrong in serving herself first? When he set his plate down her eyes diverted for just a moment, but then rose back up and at a bad time as now he was looking at her. Their eyes met and Kat felt like shrinking away, running and hiding. The look in his eyes, just made her want to shrivel and die. Her eyes went back down to her food and she continued eating, almost wanting to jump when he lifted the bacon in his mouth as the crunch had been unexpected, but she held composure. She took a few more bites and then reached over to her glass of orange juice where she took a nice sip, before setting it back down and wiping her mouth again.
Her eyes diverted to her lap as she folded the napkin there again, and she took in a gentle breath. The sudden change of emotions in that room made her feel uncomfortable and slightly foggy. Her empathy was picking up odd traces of emotion and she wasn't entirely sure on whether or not it was just her empathy being out of whack, if it was Vince, or if she was picking up traces of old emotions that used to course through the room. And being so unsure led her to wonder whether or not she should speak to him or to continue eating in that awkward silence. Well she figured if he wanted to talk he would have, but deep down, there was something within her that forced the words to form in her mouth, and then she spoke without really thinking about what she was saying. Her head rose, eyes raising up to him as they rested there, a glint of kindness showing for a moment. "So," she paused for a moment, before continuing on as if she were actually mulling these words over. "I'll be leaving as soon as I am healed up unless you'd like me to leave sooner. If wished, I could leave after this." she said nodding with a slight smile, though there was just a hint of sorrow showing in her eyes. The thought of having no where to go, really stung harshly within her heart. Being homeless, a wanderer, was a hard life style, and it was one that she didn't enjoy no matter how adapted she was to it.
Her eyes flickered from her plate back up to him as she took a sip of her orange juice, allowing her words to rest for a moment, and then she continued. "You have a very beautiful house, don't think I've ever seen such a beautiful house." she said nodding, as she looked up at the chandelier. Of course, she was going to say that she hadn't seen such a beautiful house in over two hundred years but that would be giving Vince information about herself that she really didn't want him knowing. She finally willed herself to look back up to his handsome face. Her own softened and she smiled softly. "This food is absolutely delicious. I just want to thank--" she was cut off by a rather loud squeaking-squeal. She jumped that time, and her leg was instantly sent into agony as she hit a very tender bruise. Her hands shot down and she gripped her leg, letting out a soft gasp of pain. But she knew where that screech had emerged from, and she turned to look just as something burst through the door. Along with her runt sized monkey, came in a rather large panther, chasing after Jack. The monkey looked terrified as it instantly ran towards the table, scaling the leg of the table and hopping over the width of the table right to Kat.
Her arms went protectively around the small monkey and she was up and out of her chair rather quickly. She reached over to Vince, half expecting him to do something about the large cat in the room, that was glaring at Jack with hunger. But as soon as her hand brushed across Vince's, she jerked her hand back, a sudden shock of empathic pain shooting through her body. A nice cut formed upon her hand in response to this, and she gasped, throwing her hand behind her back. The panther let out a roar, and with that Jack squeaked again and he scampered off. Kat gasped, and ran back into the kitchen, following after Jack as she called out for him. "Oh no Jack! Jack come back here!" she called, her voice suddenly filled with concern and comfort. She cornered him and knelt down to him, picking him up gently with her not so bloody hand. She cradled him to her chest as she shushed him, turning her body slightly from side to side as if in a rocking motion, to calm the small, terrified monkey down. "It's okay, I'm here. Oh you poor thing, that's what you get for leaving the room. You should know better by now Jack. You're much more intelligent then that." she said softly, planting a small kiss on the monkey's head. She finally lifted her bloody, cut hand and cringed slightly at the look of it. "Oh dear..." she said softly, just realizing all that had happened.The C l u e l e s s Assassin I don't k n o w how I should f e e l
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:43 pm
He swallowed his food rather forced before his eyes slowly fell to the plate again. He knew he wasn't going to be able to eat....why hadn't he just said he'd eaten earlier? Having company was putting him in all sorts of discombobulation. He almost frowned; he hated being out of sorts. He was always so collected, so together. She was ruining that. That made him feel even worse. Here he was, presented with a gift, company that wasn't going to die by being close to him, and all it was doing was making him agitated. A slight pang of guilt swept through him. He was being a terrible host.
He was just about to try and strike up a conversation when her voice softly cooed into his eardrum. He looked at her, and what she said actually made him sad. It only lived on the inside though, not being able to penetrate the surface of his well practiced stone wall. He'd blown it. She thought he didn't want her there and was probably looking for an excuse to leave. Of course, he couldn't blame her. He was damned. Everyone else was afraid to come withing 100 feet of his house, and here she was sitting next to him. His gaze fell to his plate and he nodded distractedly to her comment about his house. When he felt her eyes return to him, he looked to her. It was only a brief moment their eyes met before he tore them away from the sudden commotion.
Diego had snarled loudly as he bound into the room, landing in a crouched position with his paws close together, ready to pounce on the little rodent in his abode the second he got the chance. Vince's gaze hardened immensely as he glared at the large cat staring at the two with it's wild golden eyes. He didn't take much note to Kat's gasps since he figured it was just because there was a panther sitting in front of them...most people didn't have such, exotic animals roaming about, to put it mildly. What the ******** are you doing?! He mentally snapped at the beast, anger quickly spiking within him. What does it look like? Taking care of a rodent infestation. The feline retorted snidely before it roared loudly, causing the monkey to go running off again which is exactly what it planned. It's stout muzzle pulled into a sort of malicious grin before it lunged off after the little primate. causing Vince to snap into motion. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, he was around the table and next to the panther, grabbing onto the scruff of it's neck before it could finish it's first stride. Luckily, Kat had already gone running off after the monkey so she didn't see. Vince's rage filled crimson eyes glared down at the panther's head and he snarled just as viciously as the panther had done moments ago. Diego's head jerked a bit, his ears flattening against his head in a sign of submission. Master was angry.
You're lucky I don't snap your neck right now. I told you to stay in the basement! WHY then, are you up here?! Vince shouted, his voice cold and scolding to the cat he was still clutching on to. I was! But then I saw that fur ball creeping around downstairs...I couldn't help it! the panther whined, it's mouth slightly agape, making it look pleading. Vince rubbed his eyes, stress creeping through the muscles in his back until he could feel his shoulders tightening. You're lucky she didn't have a heat attack...Come on, and don't you DARE make one wrong move... He mumbled agitatedly as he walked forward into the kitchen. The panther stayed at his side, not daring to disobey at this point. It didn't take them long to find the two prey standing in the common room. Vince cleared his throat a bit to announce he was there.
"Well....this is awkward." He said slowly, a hint of both amusement and an sense of loss in his tone. "This is my....panther, Diego." He started to explain. Telling someone he had a panther was weird. He didn't know how she would react, but not wanting to dwell on it too long, he quickly continued. "He won't try to attack your monkey again. I'm so sorry about that...are you both alright?" He asked, stepping forward slowly, as to not scare the two. It was obvious the monkey was still in shear terror since it was shaking. His voice was soft, and though no trace of concern was evident within it, it was obvious he was being genuine. Stay. He ordered the wild cat before he got too far from it, and the panther didn't move as he reached Kat.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:44 pm
Katarinia ||Isabelle || Corbane----
I don't know if you can hear me where ever you are, but just know I need you now more then ever d a d d y. ღ_____ I'm starting to wonder what my true {p u r p o s e} is;; I shouldn't have been the one that lived. I'm not worthy. She stared at the silver blood just trickling from her hand. She stood there for a moment, not knowing how to properly react. She hadn't had something like that happen in a while, and she had almost forgotten she was supposed to be human. Quickly she shook her hand, causing the blood to slowly change from silver, to a normal crimson hue. And then she resumed comforting the terrified monkey within her one arm. She would scold him later, knowing that now all he could handle was comfort. She hummed softly to the monkey who was finally beginning to calm down, though she figured a banana, a belly rub, and a nice fluffy blanket would be the best remedy for this young monkey. She didn't have time to do anything else when she heard Vince clear his throat from behind her. She turned slowly to face him just as he spoke of the situation being awkward. She smiled faintly at that, though she didn't nod nor shake her head, not showing if she agreed or disagreed with him in that instant. Her eyes fell to the panther at his side, it's name was Diego. It's head was low, and it looked almost sad. He could tell this large cat was suffering from some major disappointment that it had been disciplined. Her heart softened at the sight. She always did have a weak spot for animals, if one couldn't tell.
Vince wasted no time in also mentioning that the panther deemed Diego wouldn't attack Jack again, and after a quick apology he asked if they were okay. Kat hesitated for a moment, her injured hand slowly slipping behind her back as if to hide it. She didn't want him to know she was injured, because she didn't want him to feel any guilt. By the empathic shock she received, she could already tell he was feeling enough of that. After a moment she seemed to brighten up, as she dropped her other arm, which caused Jack to hang onto her dress, before scampering up onto her shoulder. "It's not a problem." she said sweetly. "It wasn't your fault, Jack should have stayed put. He knows much better then to go about in new places like that, and I think he just did it because he was hungry." she said sweetly, an innocent apologetic smile upon her face. "He will not be causing any mischief again, I promise you that." she said nodding, before her eyes again fell to the panther. She stepped forward, walking to the panther as she knelt down, looking into it's yellow eyes. The eyes of the panther reminded her of Luce's skin, and she smiled softly as she fearlessly reached out and ran her fingers through the panther's fur.
It was indeed very soft fur and she could tell the panther was well taken care of. "After all, I do believe this panther was just doing it's job." she said in a sweet voice as she rubbed it's head in a very soothing kind of way. "Protecting his master from intruders." she said turning to Vince with a sweet smile, as she pet the panther, as if seeing such exotic animals came natural to her. She turned back to the panther. "Isn't that right Diego? Just being a good panther." she said sweetly as she continued to pet the panther, seeming very at peace with this sweet animal. "He's a very beautiful panther. I can tell he's been taken care of very well." she said nodding with confidence, as she looked over at Jack. "I think you owe Vince an apology." she said softly, before nodding her head towards Vince. The monkey put on a sad face at first, but after a moment it let out a squeak and hopped off of her shoulder and he scampered over to Vince where he looked up to Vince. The monkey let out a small squeak that could be taken as an apology by the monkey's tone, and then Jack bowed as if to show some sort of subservient attitude. As the monkey stood he put his little monkey hands to his lips and he blew kisses into the air, as if to signal some sort of hint, before scampering back to Kat, who was still slightly preoccupied with the panther.
Jack, unlike Kat seemed to want Vince to know Kat was harmed. So while Kat was petting Vince, the monkey flipped her hand over and showed the cut, pointing to it with a slightly concerned sounding squeak towards Vince. The monkey then ran towards Vince and scaled up his leg, onto his shoulder before jumping off onto a counter where he went over to the sink where a rag sat. The monkey then took the wash rag and picked it up, letting out another squeak as he held out his little arms towards Vince, signalling for him to take it. And after Vince took it he scampered back over to Kat once more, and made one more signal, something he had been taught that made everything all better. He kissed Kat's hand, as if kissing the wound would make it better. And then he stepped back, holding out his little hands as if he were expecting Vince to kiss Kat's wound and make it all better. But as Kat turned she put her finger on Jack's head and giggled at him. "Forgive his antics." she said softly, smiling as she stood, picking up her small monkey friend and placing him on her shoulder. "But, I do believe that means he likes you, though I don't blame him because from what I've seen so far you're quite the likable person, if I do say so myself." she said, her voice sweet and kind while her cheeks reddened just a little.The C l u e l e s s Assassin I don't k n o w how I should f e e l
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:48 pm
((I should be studying for bio...but I hate it xD))
So the monkey's name was Jack. He smiled slightly and nodded a bit to her apology. His arms were folded behind his back and he made sure to stand at least a foot away from her. She may have not died to his touch yet, but he was still too cautious. He'd been trained for years that touching people killed, he couldn't help but be wary of getting too close to her. His smile faded to curiosity as she walked away from him and...approached his panther. Crimson and gold eyes alike widened as the two males of the house were taken by surprise at this girl's unexpected courage. Diego pulled his head away from Kat, confused as to what she was doing so close to him. But with the soothing touch of her petting, and her obvious approval of his behavior, the panther quickly relaxed and enjoyed the ministrations. Vince's jaw almost dropped. How could she be so completely at ease with such a wild beast in front of her? She couldn't of had that much exposure to them, unless she was some weird animal tamer or crocodile hunter or something. Humans were so strange at times...yet he couldn't help but be in awe of her bravery. He nodded his head to her a bit and muttered a 'Thanks' when she complimented on how well Diego had been taken care of. He did his best. That panther was his only company and he treated it with more dignity than he would most humans.
His attention was averted to the little monkey now dancing around in front of him. He couldn't help but crack a crooked smile at the critter as it bowed and scampered around. His smile faded quickly when he saw Kat's fresh cut however. That had not been there moments ago. He knew every injury she'd sustained and that was a very fresh one. His muscles stiffened when Jack ran up his body. He knew he wouldn't hurt the monkey, but the sudden intrusion of space put him on edge for a moment before the primate leaped onto his counter top. He grabbed the rag from Jack, his mouth now slightly agape from watching it run about his kitchen like a mad man. The last part made him inwardly flinch. Kissing was something he'd never gotten to do, not even on the hand or cheek of someone he held dear. Only his sister....
Kat's voice pulled him out of his thoughts, thank God. That thought line would have buried him in a sea of terrible memories and emotions that he'd rather not be subject to in the presence of company. Saying he was likable struck him as odd however. Did she really perceive him that way? He supposed it made sense, since he saved her life and all...that must just be the whole damsel in distress thing. They always fell for the ones who saved them. He mentally fidgeted. Falling for him would not be very good, for either of them...and by the redness that just crept into her cheeks, it didn't seem so far fetched anymore. Ah crap.
He smiled however, his body seemingly oblivious to the turmoil of his mind. "You flatter me. Antics aside however, that is a new cut. And Jack is right in making a fuss over it." He said calmly as he again, walked near her. "If you'd please." He said gently, holding his pale hand out to her for her to place her injured one in. When her soft skin touched his, he felt a surge of something he didn't quite understand. Being able to touch someone without worrying about them dying was exciting, and relieving. Not all the world would come to destruction beneath his fingertips. His crimson eyes focused on the slash across her palm and he gently dabbled at it with the wet rag. When the excess blood was washed away, he saw the cut in it's whole. It was long, being across her whole palm, but it wasn't too deep. He let go of her. "I'll need to put some disinfectant on it and bandage it. If you'll follow me to the bathroom, please." He said politely, gesturing one of his hands toward the hallway opposite the dining room. As he began to walk, leading the way, he asked "How did that happen?"
((Not the greatest >.< but it'll do for being absent for a few days sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:48 pm
Katarinia ||Isabelle || Corbane----
I don't know if you can hear me where ever you are, but just know I need you now more then ever d a d d y. ღ_____ I'm starting to wonder what my true {p u r p o s e} is;; I shouldn't have been the one that lived. I'm not worthy. ~{Ooc: Vince is a sweetie. And it's no problem! I figured you were busy so it's totally understandable. :]]]] Plus your psots are always worth it! <3}~
As she stood and turned to face Vince she finally noticed the rag in his hand. Piecing together all that Jack was just doing, his antics, she finally realized what her monkey had been doing. He had been pointing out her wound to Vince! She hadn't realized that due to her preoccupation with Diego. She didn't get to see such beautiful wild animals that were so tame anymore, and having been so excited over it, she had completely forgotten about her cut. Vince mentioned her cut, and she felt her stomach lurch. Oh how was she going to explain that one? What was she supposed to tell him? 'Oh, well I'm not human, I'm an empath and in the commotion I touched your hand which caused your emotions to surge into my hand, creating an open wound and physical pain, but don't worry that's completely natural.' Just thinking about saying that made her want to slap herself, but she restrained herself. He approached and held out his pale hand to her. She hesitated for just a moment, and then she placed her upturned hand into his, despite the fact that she wished she could pretend the cut didn't exist. He knew about it now and there was no point in trying to hide it any more. Her eyes rose to him as she felt some odd disturbance, perhaps a surge? She wasn't entirely sure, but she did sense something.
The way he stood, the way he seemed so hesitant to get close. It was like he was scared to touch her. Perhaps he was just terrified of agitating a wound or something. He seemed sweet enough to be like that. He dabbed away the blood gently, making sure to take care. He had a very gentle, delicate touch. It was very odd to her. And he had unusually smooth hands. She wasn't used to that. Most men she knew now a days had rough, gross looking hands. But just like his facial appearance, his hands seemed so unusual for that time period. She wasn't complaining of course, but it was simply an observation she had made. After he was finished, she looked at the cut. It wasn't too bad, and she barely felt it. It was indeed nothing compared to the other wounds he had dressed for her. Oh that wasn't a good thought to think. She cringed slightly as a heavy pang of guilt hit her. He had done so much for her, and all she had done so far was cause trouble. She felt horrid about that, and made an inward vow to herself that she would make it up to him. Her eyes diverted down to the ground and she let out a gentle breath, allowing her hand to drop as soon as he released it. After a moment she looked up to him with a gentle face.
"I'm really sorry for all the trouble I'm putting you to. You've bandaged all my wounds and taken care of me, and so far all I've managed to do is eat your food and cause some more trouble. I swear I'm really not this injury prone."
Her voice was soft and sad, showing that she really did feel bad about everything. After a moment, she began to follow him to the bathroom, Jack still on her shoulder as she lifted her injured hand to her face, examining it. For a moment, everything was silent, but then he asked the ever dreaded question of how she had obtained the wound. Her insides lurched and she suddenly felt sick. She would have to lie, which was something that her Empathy usually didn't take kindly to. She wasn't used to lying and usually tried really hard to tell the truth. But this situation called for it, and even though she knew she had to, she didn't want to. She dreaded having to hide her true self to everyone she met, especially in such a situation. She was a wanderer, a homeless person, and being such a person had taken a great toll on her. And now that she was in the presence of someone who was far different from any one else she had met in a long time, she was feeling it's affects. Sure, she had Jack and Luce to keep her company, but they could only do so much. Physical and social interaction had grown very rare in her life. She rarely held a good, intelligent conversation with anyone in the modern times, and any sort of relationship was out of the question with her.
She was wanted and deemed dangerous. She had people after her, people wanting to kill her. So friendships, relationships, lovers, even acquaintances were out of the question. And all that loneliness had balled up and grown massive, and now the effects were hitting her hard. She was struggling with it now that she'd met someone that she actually got along with. Someone that she could kind of relate to. But she knew she was just being foolish. She realized she'd zoned out for a moment, and mentally head slapped herself. Taking in a gentle breath she quickly conjured up a lie that she hoped would work. "Oh. Well when I was chasing after Jack, I caught him and he accidentally scratched my hand, he was so scared. It was just a little accident is all." she said nodding with confidence. Though her smile seemed a little strained, and there just seemed something a little off when she said that. To be honest Kat was having a really hard time lying about her empathy. Her empathy was giving her a really hard time with this. And she wasn't even a very good liar, but she hoped Vince would believe her, or at least take the answer and decide not to call her out on it. They were in the bathroom soon and she held out her hand again, allowing him to do as he pleased with the wound until he was satisfied.
She smiled softly at her newly taken care of hand, and tilted her head sweetly. "Thanks." she said softly, her voice sweeter then peaches and cream. Taking in a gentle breath, she exited the bathroom, allowing him to exit it too. It was only then, when she really realized what day it was. It was Thursday! She almost gasped, but restrained herself. No wonder she felt so off. She hadn't gone on her weekly walk! She went every Thursday, because that was the busiest work day meaning barely anyone was on the streets, and Thursdays usually had good weather. Plus she just liked Thursdays. She then got an idea. She remembered something that she had encountered when entering this part of town and looked over to Vince, wondering if he'd ever been there. A gentle, sweet smile grew on her face at the thought. "You know I just remember that today is Thursday. And I always go on walks on Thursdays. I have a feeling it's really beautiful outside, and I was just wondering if perhaps you'd like to accompany me on a walk? I think it would be rather nice to have some company, and I know a place with a great view that I bet you've never seen before!" she said cheerily, her smile bright, and warm, like the warm rays of sunshine on a peaceful day.
She looked at him, and purposely gave him those beautiful puppy dog eyes of hers. She knew that most people found those eyes absolutely irresistible and she really did want Vince to go with her. It would be really fun and she thought having some company would be really nice for a change. After all, she may be leaving very soon, and didn't want to make that a waste of a perfectly good opportunity. She clasped her hands together and stuck out her lip just a little bit. "Please, Vince? I'd really, really appreciate the company?" she asked, her voice laced with pure sincerity. What could a simple little walk hurt, after all?The C l u e l e s s Assassin I don't k n o w how I should f e e l
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:52 pm
He hadn't ignored her apology, he just didn't respond to it. It was more complicated that she thought, much more than she could ever know. It wasn't that she was trouble...hardly. He had nothing to do with his life aside from bury his nose in those God awful books or rummage through his computer for anything that could give him any kind of hope. Her falling on his door step a foot away from death was practically a gift. A gift that was also a puzzle. Every time he dressed her wounds, adjusted her position, simply touched her skin he feared she'd die at any moment. And every time she didn't. For that reason, in part, he was glad she was so injured. It gave him an excuse to touch her, to be able to feel another person. If he had a heart, it would've ached at this moment. It was a terrible thing to wish harm on another, not that he did. But even to be glad someone was hurt was disgusting. What was wrong with him? He was just so alone, any reason for company would due, he reasoned.
She was quiet for awhile after he'd asked his question. He briefly pondered why. Maybe she was just thinking, or maybe she was going to lie. Some people needed time to think up a lie. His entire life needed to be based around a lie, for his own safety. So he was quite good at it, though he hated it. Lying was dirty in his eyes, dishonorable and deceptive. He grew up a gentleman, and dishonesty was highly unfavorable from where he came from. Still, he couldn't see any reason why she'd need to lie. His thoughts ceased briefly as she told him what "happened". His eyes narrowed a bit, though he didn't turn around to face her. She sounded sincere enough, though there was something not quite right about her tone. Perhaps it was just because she felt 'bad' about the whole situation. He didn't know. "I see." He said simply as they reached the bathroom. He flipped the light switch on before he walked int.
He walked to the sink and opened the mirrored cabinet hanging above it. He pulled out some disinfectant and bandages before putting it atop the sink counter. He took her hand as she offered it to him and held it over the sink while he poured the disinfectant on. Now that he looked at it more closely, her wound didn't look like a cut caused by a small monkey. His crimson eyes briefly flickered to the monkey perched on her shoulder before they swiftly fell back to her hand. He stopped pouring the disinfectant on and placed it down on the counter. The monkey's claws were entirely too small to cause a gash as think as her hand held individually. And if he had cut her with more than one, then he would have thought the cut would have a different shape, not so clean. He gently dried off her hand that wasn't injured before he wrapped the bandage around and let go of her hand. "Not a problem" He said politely to her thanks. He wasn't going to mention his observation. One being, he figured she had a good enough reason for telling him what she did, and two, he didn't want to explain why he was so observant of such things.
He followed her out of the bathroom silently. As he'd been told to do, Diego still hadn't moved from the spot they left him at. Vince chuckled inwardly. My apologies Diego. You can do as you please now. Just don't attack anything within the household... The panther grumbled lowly before it stalked off. He was smiling a bit at his pet's grumpy behavior. It amused him how moody the feline could be at times. His smile fell though as Kat looked at him with that sweet smile of hers, and was instead replaced with a look of curiosity, and wariness. She looked like she had an idea...and he wasn't sure he liked ideas very much. He almost groaned at what he heard. A walk...like, out in public...with people. That was the problem with company, they came up with suggestions like that. His mouth closed and his face grew expressionless, as if he were pondering it over. Really, he was thinking how that was the worst possible thing he could agree to...one wrong move and everything could go to hell. It was a suicide mission...for potentially a lot of people! His crimson eyes fixated on her now extremely childish face. He couldn't help but snort a bit at her desperate attempt to convince him. His sister used to use those eyes when she wanted to convince him to play make believe games with her...
"Well...." He mumbled, a bit hesitant. It wasn't even noon yet...and it was a weekday. Most people were in school or at work by this time...there wouldn't be that many people out to worry about. And he hadn't had a real outting in what seemed like forever. After a brief moment of thought, he sighed. "It looked a little overcast today...but I don't think it'll rain any time soon. I suppose a walk would be nice." He finally said, giving her a small smile that paled in comparison to her bright, genuine one.
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