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A centuries old war is raging between the vampires. Though the original cause is unknown it is believed to have been born of a dispute between two ancient clan lords. No one can remember why they're fighting anymore, but the the battle has grown more and more brutal over time. There is no trust and it has become nearly impossible to find a common ally.
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Name: Damon Blackwood
Age: 450
Race: vampire
Orientation: bi
Appearences: average height, slender build, black hair just below chin, longer strands in front (purple), pale skin tone, dark violet eyes, kind smile
Interesting Information: posesses jewel called a Bloodstone that he wears on a chain around his neck, gives him the ability to go for long periods of time without feeding on humans and allows him to survive in sunlight. However if removed, the wearer will suffer a relapse and lose all physical strength.

[Name: Kenrick Chaos Altana
Age: 981
Race: Vampire
Orientation: Straight (For now wink )
Appearences: 6'2. Long, straight hair of the lightest brown, reaching down to his waist, which with different sets of light appears silvery or blonde or red, depending on the way it shines. Very handsome, he often gives off a rather cold facade, narrow, almond-shaped, tangerine orange eyes chilling and calculating. Usually wears a frown that would make most paparazzi reporters think twice about approaching.
Interesting Information: He carries twin swords, and a pistol--none of which he ever seems to use; or seems to need to use, anyway.
Also--he was locked away for about 10 years, and isn't quite sure what happened to him, or where the heck he is <3 He'll probably be cranky]

He could hear the faint sound of unearthly screams coming from near. That is, not that he knew where "near" was, for to know that, one would have to know where HERE was, and he didn't. In fact, it rather infuriated him that he didn't, because he'd been spending the last twelve hours trying to figure that out. He'd broken free of the box he'd been in, and smashed through the doors of the cellar the BOX had been in, and now, he sat just inside the cellar doorway, on the first step, utterly amiss in what he should do with himself.

He hated not being in control.

However, upon hearing the screams, his slightly pointed ears flicked in interest. It seemed someone was worse off than he by far, and he stood, whisking himself off in a brisk stride towards wherever it was he'd heard the scream was, intent on at least getting to wherever it was he was going.



(>> Hope you weren't reserving this for anyone. If you were, just let me know :3 and I can delete my post <33)

He made a soft grunt as he approached the ruins and sensed the presence of other vampires his nose wrinkling softly, eyes skating over the shadows and things that had landed around, slowly dragging up to the one who had fallen over the large stone, his irises glinting a mere, pale golden in the moonlight.

Watching from the shadows, Kenrick slowly made his approach, his eyes narrow and intent upon the situation, ears pricked to pick up as much information as he could without prior knowledge.
It seemed to him like this vampire's brother had warranted his capture upon finding out that he was alive instead of dead.

It caused him to unhappily reflect upon his own situation. Why the hell had he been locked away, where in the name of it all was he, and what was going on in his absence? He supposed that he was supposed to be dead, himself, and someone would soon know he wasn't.

Or they knew he was alive, and it was as they intended.

That thought by itself was enough to make his blood boil. He woke and worked for no one, and if someone were controlling his situation, he wouldn't play their little game.

However, in the mean time, he had someone else's problem to distract him from his own.

Fingers twitching over the hilt of one of his twin swords, he stepped forward from the shadows of the trees, his eyes shining crisp golden in the moonlight.

"You kids are playing rather rowdily. It woke me up," he muttered. He didn't expect them to get his quiet, self-serving humor, but it amused him a little inwardly, at least.

"I'll be the judge of that," he murmered as he stepped more into the light, the moonlight making his hair seem a ghostly, pearly silver, framing his face handsomely, a black scarf pulled up over his nose and mouth, a long and dark coat dully reflecting the starshine on its leather surface. He walked slowly towards them, but suddenly, one step became enough to close the distance betwixt he and the one speaking, and he was right in front of him, their noses almost close enough to touch.

He was very fast.

Kenrick slowly began to feel rage well up with him, and before the others could see it, his hand was on the throat of the one antagonizing him, squeezing it tightly, holding him up off the ground. As he squeezed more, they could hear his cervical vertebrae popping out of position.

"It became my business the moment that you called me an outsider," he muttered, and he looked around the place. He finally knew where he was, and he didn't like it, "This is.....my land, and I will do on it what I please,"

(lol, I figured <3)

It was only Kenrick and Damon now, and he cast his metallic eyes upon the other, looking bored, ".........you hurt?" he asked. It was obviously a stupid question, as the other was stumbling and bleeding all over the place, but he wasn't about to rush to the other's aid unless he needed it.