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|  Arashi, Magato.THE INFO. Arashi, Magato Nickname:- Momo
- "Cash"
- Kusagakure's Hired Gun
Age:22 Gender:Male Appearance:Personality: In this endeavor, we have a man who feels as if he has nothing left to lose. Where once he may have been a man of an entirely different character, he has long since been consumed by the nature of an impossible task. His vengeance. His revenge. His entire life has been devoted to the settlement of a score. Driven to the shadows to complete his dark task, he is perhaps a man corrupted by the very shadows he hides within. To those on the receiving end of his hatred he must certainly be seen as an infidel, a rebel, a terrorist. Yet to some he might exist as symbol for the opposite; a revolutionary, a sign of uprising. Of course, as it is with all things, the representation of this shinobi appears to be whatever the viewer can interpret, be it an external viewpoint or an internal one from the man himself.
Magato is quite difficult to pin down; at times, he is the true personification of the Chaotic Neutral Alignment. Whilst other times he seems to be wholly good with an inherent distaste for all things lawful and even still there are periods, in which he can only be the darkest denizen of the shadows, evil and unpredictable in all its glory. In terms of his task, his only true goal in life, he could be described as the chaotic neutral alignment only in the sense that he is willing to do anything to bring about the downfall of the current order.
Prior to current events, Magato could have been described as a very different man, although perhaps he had always held this dark passenger, which now drives his hopeless goal rooted in his own deep-seated need for self-destruction. It cannot be said that Magato did not have his darkness, much as he still currently is ruled by now, it was merely tapered by more positive aspects of his personality, which currently are buried in his quest. It could only be said that he was a man whom was very dedicated to whatever task that was set before him, gifted with a naturally high aptitude, and an unshakeable sense of calm, he did not often fail any goal he set for himself. Much like he exists currently, he lived and lives as a minimalist; possessing a remarkably few amount of material possessions. Believing only in the pursuit of his chosen interest of the moment, he has always found that it is best not to be tied down with the weight of worldly possessions.
Magato is perhaps a frighteningly driven individual with an impressively one-track mind. This is to say, once his mind has been set on a task or goal, he will not waver until he has sufficiently completed it to his own rather high standards. When you couple this driven nature with the young man’s constant curiosity and quest for knowledge, you must certainly understand how he has acquired a most impressive base of knowledge and understanding. Always he has possessed a innate intelligence and capacity to understand beyond that of a great many, setting him apart from others with his high aptitude and ability to learn and improvise quickly and under high stress. These natural gifts of intelligence, curiosity, and aptitude have given Magato a rather interesting and unique philosophical viewpoint on both life and battle. "The world is the chessboard , the pieces are the phenomena of the Universe, the rules of the game are what we call the laws of Nature and the player on the other side is hidden from us” That simple statement describes Magato's outlook on life. The world is the board, it's shapes all fitting into the shape, it's environment effecting the people . People are the pieces, the hand moving them is guided by emotions, their motives never clean, pulled into play by primal desires. Any interaction with other's is dictated in strategy like a game of chess, every move in every situation is important. Battle even more so fits this mantra, every move made should be one planned stiffly, but with enough room left for adjustments as to compensate for unforeseen events. He appears also to be extremely intelligent and a brilliant tactician who almost never seems to be prepared for any thinkable and unthinkable circumstances. It is perhaps an omniscient or omnipotent way to view things and most certainly an arrogant viewpoint, but given Magato’s skillset and training, it has come to be his own mantra of sort, guiding every aspect of his life.
Further Magato is honest to god riddled with a great deal of “negative personality traits and attitude problems” as according to his personality field test. He is narcissistic, self-obsessed, conceited and is hindered by trust issues and a dark attitude, trademarked by a sardonic and sarcastic sense of humor, edge with a bitterness and shined with a touch of hating the world. He is far from your cheerful, happy go lucky shinobi, rather he is not only dark, but also moody and at times depressing. This attitude has been with him since a very young age and cannot be singularly attributed to the amount of shit he has seen during his chosen shinobi career path.
Despite his own personal demons, or perhaps because of them, Magato is surprisingly a very adept at dealing with people, even though he his not honestly a ‘people person’. In many ways he may seem to be rather introverted, reasoning that he has a developed hate for humanity in general, yet this does not stop him from being very adept and smooth in his dealings with his fellow man. When he wants to be, Magato can be quite smooth, drenching himself in an almost suffocating amount of charm, mixed with a subtle amount of manipulation to accomplish whatever task of which he has use of them.
If it were to be delved further into, his Psych Evaluation would mention his distinct state of attachment and seemingly apathetic and indifferent nature when confronted with environmental and psychological stimuli, ranging from simple interaction to dealing with situations which should provoke an intense emotional response. Yet it cannot be determined if this is due to a sociopathic nature or simply because Magato has become very adept at concealing not only his true motives but also almost every feeling for the sake of his missions or tasks.
Bearing that in mind it is rather uncommon for Magato to form close personal relationships, in fact the few people that he has been honestly close to is quite few and far between. Namely noted to be one person in the span of his early teen through adult life, in terms of most people he merely finds himself incapable of establishing the empathetic bond which would be required for any legitimate personal connection. Thus it is highly common for him to be seen as the lone wolf/loner type that he is and many people might just find him rather difficult to trust because of this. However, it was this series of traits that Magato particularly inclided towards dangerous ‘emotionally compromising’ missions such as assassinations or covert infiltration, the likes of which might just require him to develop a whole new identity for the course of the event; an act which might cause numerous psychological problems for others, Magato could perform with ease.
It should be known that even when Magato owed his allegiance to Kumogakure, he never truly aligned himself with the village. He knew how regimes could fall, allegiances could be bought. Hell, he had probably brought down a few in his line of work. That being said, Magato is capable of realizing, unlike a great deal of the members of Kumogakure, that the will of lightning, is not infallible. He understands, much as he has been taught to, that the leaders of all regimes are capable of fallacy and it is because of this that Magato simply follows the will of the village until he finds something which could he could better benefit from.
Truthfully, the only person Magato found he could maintain a long term, emotional connection with was his younger sister Ayame. She was such a child that she could always bring out the light buried in his perceived dark nature. With her Magato would seem like an entirely different person, happier, lighter, seemingly more caring. In a sense, she was his true weak point and it was her that brought about Magato’s ending with her own assassination.
Clan: Kobayashi Clan Nindō:- “When honor and the Law no longer stand on the same side of the line, how do we choose?”
- 'To sin by silence when we should protest makes cowards of men.'
THE NINJA. Origin:Kumogakure Affiliation: Missing Nin Rank: B Rank-Chuunin Specialties: Ninjutsu [Dom] Weaponry- Ranged/Bladed[Sub] Elemental Affinities: Storm- Water/Lightning Combat Style:How does one fight when they place no value on their self and all value on the pursuit of their goal? And yet we also must intermingle the same qualities with someone who is of sound strategically mind. Bearing these two prime attributes of Magato in mind, one can derive that his combat style relies on a dangerously reckless and borderline suicidal attacks and yet it is pivoted with the intention that these attacks will always put Magato at a better advantage. Magato utilized his naturally fine-tuned clan techniques primarily in conjunction with weaponry to inflict maximum damage. His primary method of delivering attacks is through the usage of his clan arts in conjunction with a bow or a blade to deliver unpredictable laser and lightning based attacks from a distance or from close quarters combat if need be. Special Characteristics:- Spoiler:
Name: Improved Speed
Rank: C
Type: Physical Based
Physical Requirements: N/A
Training Requirements: A 600 word training post is required to gain this special characteristic.
Description: The first level in the art of speed accessible to those who have undergone intense training in high speed movement. The possessor of this talent has an increased speed of 20% which makes them slightly faster. They can cross distances quicker than others would expect and outrun others with little effort.
Name: Pin-Point Accuracy
Rank: C
Type: Physical
Physical Requirements: Must Specialize in Weaponry.
Training Requirements: A 600 word training post is required to gain this special characteristic.
Description: A skill gained by ninja who have begun to specialize in throwing weapons. From a combination of practice and natural talent the ninja starts to acquire pin-point accuracy which allows them tohit multiple targets in precise locations along with hurling their weapons at a greater speed.
THE BACKGROUND. History: Roleplay Sample:- Spoiler:
It was annoying... Adalrich really had little patience for occasions such as these. Music, dancing, copious alcohol consumption, dresses, suits, people, appearances; it was all a giant façade and it was one Adalrich new too well. The old vampire found that he could tolerate each of things a great deal better, even to the extent that he might find them enjoyable if they were merely separated. One does not go an innumerable number of years without enjoying the feel of music or the taste of a drink, maybe even the occasional dance (even though Adalrich, despite living for a few thousand years, still had no talent for it, even with his unnatural vampiric grace). And yet, he found that when each of these things was put together under the mask of a party, a dance, a ball, they only contributed to two things; ego and lies. Sure, everyone had those small lies they told themselves; “This is going to be the last time”, “I’ll start dieting tomorrow”, “I love him” and then there were the lies they told to others; “Yes, you look fantastic in the dress”, “I’m glad to help” “I’m sorry” and worst of all “I love you”. These types of social situations were filled with useless social etiquette and Adalrich always found they were more about inflating egos, both of the guests and the hosts over anything else and it wasn’t really something he really found much enjoyment over participating in; although, perhaps he just a possessed a bit too much of the bitterness that can accompany eternal life; the torment of boredom.
Truth be told, the man was only here because he thought it might be best to reconnect with the ‘natives’ after having been away for so long. He was, after all a ‘member’ of one of the families who had founded the city as well as a philanthropist of sorts, having donated large amounts of money to various causes within the city. Remarkably Alaric had arranged this influence over the city, despite not having been within 100 miles of the city in over a century. When he had originally settled, he had intended to make this city a sort of permanent residence, but after a century or so, he found it was hard to maintain the anonymity he so avidly desired. Ever since then, the vampire has made regular stays within the city over the great many years since its founding, but never staying for too long… although given that vampires gauge time at much different rate than humans, he might stay for a decade, feeling as if it was only a few days in comparison. Since his original leaving date, Adalrich has kept his influence over the city by excessive donations and various methods of correspondence with certain members of the populous by means of whatever communication has been available over the years. The advent of the internet and email, instant messaging and the various other methods of communication that had come with it, only made Adalrich’s process of maintaining his influence much easier and for now he had decided to make his return to the city, after many years of running away from the city and it’s many places, all of which hold a great deal of memories for Adalrich.
“Well…”A woman had come traipsing her way over to Adalrich as he stood amidst the crowd,“Whom do we have here?”Alaric felt her gaze run up and down his form before she turned her head up to his tall form, clear signs of approval in her gaze. The woman was certainly not hard on the eyes herself, yet not quite the vampire’s type he knew as he looked her over. She was just the right height, not too tall, nor too short; her hair long but help up in some complicated knot designed to elongate her cheekbones, her skin a dark shade, but the vampire knew she was not of African descent.“Hmm… Perhaps it would be good for you to know me as Demetrii”Alaric spoke, using one of his great many aliases as he looked the woman in her chocolate brown eyes before running his gaze down her form in a manner of false temptation. She wore a strapless blue evening gown, a rich navy color which was curved in all the right places to enunciate not only her hips and breasts, but also her long shapely legs. This woman was certainly on the prowl for more than just an evening of social conduct tonight, despite the small pale line from a recently removed wedding ring the vampire had noted during his inspection of her. Having looked her over, as he knew she wanted, Adalrich flashed her a smile of the most charming in nature, the kind that would make the most untrusting person feel the most at ease with him even in the slightest way.
“R-Ria…”the woman stammered, much as the vampire had wanted her too under the intensity of his gaze. It however, was all false interaction, Adalrich was merely showing the woman what she wanted, knowing that Ria desired to… feel desired,“Ria Torres”she finished, trying to regain her former confidence and also breaking the ‘golden rule’ of this type of party which was, anonymity or more so false anonymity. After all, one cannot send invitations to a Masquerade Ball without first knowing the names of your guests, but the attractions to this type of upper-class party was that you could theoretically do anything and no one would know just who you were; this only working under the assumption that none of the mortals would be smart enough to recognize your body language, voice and other mannerisms. False names can only get you so far after all. Yet still the attraction still lies within being able to reveal your hidden desires and secrets without having to divulge your identity, much like Adalrich assumed Ria intended to do.“Now now,”He scolded in a playful tone as he leaned slightly closer to her, away from the crowd behind him, a gesture designed to seem inviting, to display interest in a subtle way most people would pick up on,“I thought the whole idea ofthesetype of parties was to remain fairly anonymous..”He chuckled softly while taking her hand in his and bringing it up to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss against it before letting her pull it away,“Regardless it is a pleasure to meet you my dear.”He spoke softly, whispering slightly to her, allowing her to enact her desires in the slightest way.
Despite his act, it took an immense amount of the ancient vampire’s self-control to even stand this close to her. It had been quite some time since he had fed and even still, his current diet was rather unsatisfying for his eternal appetite, which only made his hunger wear his endless self-control down much quicker. He could hear the heartbeat of not only her, but everyone in the near vicinity, but it was not this that had set the beast within him stirring, it was her scent. He could smell her, her natural scent, the scent of her arousal, the scent of the alcohol she had ingested, but most temptingly the scent of her lifeblood. Truthfully, she was far from Adalrich’s type, she had come to him a bit too willingly. He was after all a hunter, despite how he tried to suppress that urge and yet, with her scent so close to him, he was finding the prospect of having just a taste a bit too difficult to refuse, her scents mixed together to form this almost rose like smell but with an exotic mix. The sound of her heartbeat was like a song serenading Adalrich to what he desired as the middle aged woman babbled on about matters trivial to the vampire at the moment, she was unhappy with her marriage, her rich family was suffering in the economy, all this vain unimportant bullshit that the vampire paid no heed. He was instead focused on constant drum of her heartbeat, hypnotizing him down a path he did not wish to take and yet… that was the point of these parties right? To be able to divulge your inner desires, those beasts that live under your flesh always trying to claw their way to the surface. It was well within his power to lead her away from the rest of the party, he was sure this mansion had a great many rooms of which they could hide I and he knew she clearly wanted to be tempted by him, to have him lead her away so she could divulge her own fantasies, considering she had come over to him, much as a hunter would approach its own prey…as Alaric would hunt his own prey.
All it would take was one small nudge of his charm and she would be eating out of his hands…and soon he would be eating from her…just one taste, the smallest drop… but would he be able to stop? Adalrich knew this line of though could not go on for much longer before it became action and he also knew that he could not allow his self-control to drop for even a second; because he knew he would not stop with one taste, the monster that he was would not be satisfied with just a drop, he would want more and more until he descended back into that darkness he had fought for so long to pull himself from. If he went back now than the many centuries of trying to change would be for not, but still he couldn’t stop himself as he leaned closer to her, his hand moving as if on its own to stroke his rough fingers very faintly down her cheek and over her neck, feeling the blood flow beneath it as he moved against her jugular, the vein would bring so much of her blood into his mouth…one small bite was all it would ta-
“No”the vampire audibly growled out, mustering all his self-control he forced himself to pull back from her, taking a cold and defensive posture while speaking through his teeth, his fangs noticeably elongating slightly in hunger as he bit back the need to feed.“I am sorry Ria..”he spoke with forced words, trying to maintain a polite disposition as he adjusted the masquerade mask obscuring his face, “But there’s something I need to be” His words were quick and he did not await her response before turning and rapidly pushing his way through the crowd, his keen senses heard the click of her heels as she had tried to follow, but as soon as he was sure he wouldn’t be noticed he moved with supernatural speed, disappearing instantly to the human eyes in the room.
✠In the Past✠
“I remember when Rome was just a few small groups of people banded together, now it’s grown into an empire that’s conquered nearly half the world”Alaric mused in his thoughts as he stepped into a small room of the tavern. It was the shady sort of place, hidden among the back alleys of Rome, the kind filled with whores, thieves and various other types of vagrants. It was the kind of place where one went to when they needed to conduct only the darkest of deals involving less than lawful activities. So Imagine Adalrich’s surprise when he found one of the most attractive women he had seen in all of Rome, sitting at a table in the back corner.
She wore a hood, presumably trying to hide her identity… indeed, even being a female without a reputation in this kind of place open you to be the receiver of various kinds of them most depraved torment and torture. But it was not her appearance that first drew Adalrich, it was her scent. Even in a place filled with all manner of vile smells, ranging from alcohol, body odor and fluids of a great many kind, Adalrich was nearly overwhelmed with the smell of the most beautiful roses.
”Well well...someone like her, in here? I do believe something interesting is afoot”Adalrich mumbled to himself as he stepped around a very large man who guarded the door and up to the bar, an aged counter made of wood marred with having been repeatedly cracked and sanded over. He seated himself on a stool facing the door, that way he could see not only who came in but also the young woman in the corner, his gaze always and very obviously wondering back to her as she had sparked his interest.
✠In the Present ✠
Adalrich stepped back out into the ballroom with his pale mask back in place and his dark suit smoothed out. For the most part he was back in control of his desire for blood, yet his eyes still retained the telltale crimson color of his thirst, an aspect that made his eyes look all the more intimidating as they flared with his hunger. The crowd had not changed much in his short absence, still everyone in the room was focused on the false interaction, secrets and lies ran rampant in the air, the truth hidden by the masks that each of the guests donned on their faces. For how could they be truthful, when everything about them was a lie, this much Adalrich could at least empathize with, for it was nearly impossible to find someone who knew the entire truth of Adalrich’s being… by his count there was only two or three still living.
The guests to the party were all required to wear masks, as was a must for a Masquerade Ball. The woman tended towards the more extravagant masks, those with feathers or jewels adorning them, whilst the men tended to lean towards the more simple, with a few decorations or (like Alaric’s) a solid color. However Alaric’s mask, unlike the others was more than just a cheap piece of plastic, it possessed properties laying within the mystical realm, allowing him to appear exactly as he wanted at any time. Which made him wonder for a moment, when surrounded by liars, why did he choose to be himself? Especially when he could be anybody in any real of existence, any mix and match of physical features to make a new face, yet he still chose to be himself. Yet it was perhaps fate for what would happen next…
As the age old vampire scanned his eyes over the guests, finding the newest way to insert himself among them, yet he found nothing or no one that seemed to interest him. Sure, he could feel the heat emulate from their bodies whilst he heard and distinguished each of their heart beats, but he found no interest in their petty discussions of riches and false charity, of music, food and of course their constant quest for sex was both humorous and pathetic in many ways. The women seemed to wear dresses that were either the most hideous or the most elegant dresses, both bearing the same intentions as to attract an adequate ‘dance’ partner. The men all wore suits, nearly the same design, the same color, all of which echoed of their riches and influence, a feeble attempt at displaying more power than those around them. Yet the vampire knew that it was unlikely that any of these men or women had experienced true power, this much he was sure. Boredom was a peril of the ages and the age old vampire was feeling it’s wrath in full, none of these humans seemed to bear anything that would entertain him, yet despite this fact he scanned through the crowd once more.
It must have been the intervention of fate this time. A phone call, or physical urge had caused a few members of the crowd to shift position revealing something that immediately struck the interest of the Vampire. “No…” He thought, his body immediately tensing up as he felt a wave of compulsion run over him, “.. it can’t be her…” Despite his lack of blood recently, Adalrich felt the heat of arousal spread through his body and his fangs to extend slightly in a vampiric display of the feeling. There was only two person who could inspire such a reaction by mere presence alone and he was one of them, the other he had thought to have disappeared within the ages. As she turned Adalrich was sure, the dark green hair and the shapely form were a dead giveaway. Adalrich forced himself to look away for a moment, knowing that the longer he gazed on her, the longer her drug would inhibit his mind, for he had not the blood to resist its strength, a fact which now made him nearly regret not taking a bite from the woman who had clearly desired him earlier, for it would’ve given him the strength he desperately needed now.
It did not take Adalrich long to recover from his shock and upon seeing her he began to employ a dangerous game… a game that had once nearly led to his undoing; nearly at the hands of the venomous woman he now looked upon. Yet, Adalrich could not resist asserting control over her, inspiring the fear that she would feel knowing of his continued life, not only that, but she always seemed to bring out the best and worst of him. Knowing that she had not seen him, busy as she was with whatever male desired her attention this time, he stepped in behind her suddenly and with his vampiric movement, used so she wouldn’t be able to sense his presence right away. Within an instant, he was behind her with the looming appearance of an angel of death stalking it’s victim before he would lean over to whisper into her hear, his hand finding it’s way to the small of her back in an intimate touch, knowing how she despised unannounced or unwelcome contact.
“Might I have a dance dearest Ligeia ?”, he used a name that had not been uttered in a great many years, a name that he would be the only to know her by, a name that would give away his identity despite the mask he wore. This could end very badly considering his lack of strength coupled with the unique brand of compulsion she controlled, the kind the buzzed in the back of his head just the slightest despite his age over her and his natural resistance, the kind that made him want to take her now even with all those that surrounded them… it was far from a subtle notion.“I do believe we have some catching up to do…”
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| | Subject: Re: efgwtgewgew Mon Jun 25, 2012 3:57 am | |
| ARASHI, MAGATO
“Cause I make little lies and then I pull them apart
Think something dark's living down in my heart”
THE INFO. NAME: Arashi , Magato NICKNAME: - Kumo's Dancing Blade(Renowned Title)
AGE: 17 GENDER: Male APPEARANCE:- PHYSICAL: Were Hotaka to stand in the nude before you would perhaps first notice is the nature of his eyes. The two round orbs, positioned in his face to compliment the angular nature of his face possess a frightening blue glow. Cool, serene, deep, soulful, piercing, steely, soft, shining, twinkling; all these words could be used to describe Hotaka’s deep blue eyes, as well as calm, somber, intelligent, lively, elegant, and captivating. His eyes vary in color, ranging from a dark to light blue or perhaps even a dull gray depending on the day and despite their tendency for a bright color, they always hold a rather cold look within them, almost empty of emotion at most times. Behind the cold glare there is always the hidden burn of curiosity as the eyes which absorb any and all they come across. Although his eyes seem mostly void, the rare flare of emotion may appear when the feeling is particularly strong, these flares bringing more color to his eyes as they appear to be a a metaphorical flame within his iris. Without this flame of emotion, Hotaka expression seems to have a dead and dark look which many may find quite unnerving.
- CLOTHING:
PERSONALITY: CLAN: -- NINDO:THE NINJA. ORIGIN: Water Country, Kirigakure no Sato AFFILIATION: Kumogakure no Sato Misssing Nin RANK: Nukenin [C-Rank] SPECIALTIES:- MAIN: Taijutsu
- SUB:Weaponry-Bladed/Ranged
ELEMENTAL AFFINITIES:- MAIN: Raiton[Lightning Release ]
- SUB: Fuuton [Wind Release]
COMBAT STYLE: SPECIAL CHARACTERISTICS:- Improved Speed:
Name: Improved Speed
Rank: C
Type: Physical Based
Physical Requirements: N/A
Training Requirements: A 600 word training post is required to gain this special characteristic.
Description: The first level in the art of speed accessible to those who have undergone intense training in high speed movement. The possessor of this talent has an increased speed of 20% which makes them slightly faster. They can cross distances quicker than others would expect and outrun others with little effort.
THE BACKGROUND. HISTORY:
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
- Spoiler:
It was annoying... Adalrich really had little patience for occasions such as these. Music, dancing, copious alcohol consumption, dresses, suits, people, appearances; it was all a giant façade and it was one Adalrich new too well. The old vampire found that he could tolerate each of things a great deal better, even to the extent that he might find them enjoyable if they were merely separated. One does not go an innumerable number of years without enjoying the feel of music or the taste of a drink, maybe even the occasional dance (even though Adalrich, despite living for a few thousand years, still had no talent for it, even with his unnatural vampiric grace). And yet, he found that when each of these things was put together under the mask of a party, a dance, a ball, they only contributed to two things; ego and lies. Sure, everyone had those small lies they told themselves; “This is going to be the last time”, “I’ll start dieting tomorrow”, “I love him” and then there were the lies they told to others; “Yes, you look fantastic in the dress”, “I’m glad to help” “I’m sorry” and worst of all “I love you”. These types of social situations were filled with useless social etiquette and Adalrich always found they were more about inflating egos, both of the guests and the hosts over anything else and it wasn’t really something he really found much enjoyment over participating in; although, perhaps he just a possessed a bit too much of the bitterness that can accompany eternal life; the torment of boredom.
Truth be told, the man was only here because he thought it might be best to reconnect with the ‘natives’ after having been away for so long. He was, after all a ‘member’ of one of the families who had founded the city as well as a philanthropist of sorts, having donated large amounts of money to various causes within the city. Remarkably Alaric had arranged this influence over the city, despite not having been within 100 miles of the city in over a century. When he had originally settled, he had intended to make this city a sort of permanent residence, but after a century or so, he found it was hard to maintain the anonymity he so avidly desired. Ever since then, the vampire has made regular stays within the city over the great many years since its founding, but never staying for too long… although given that vampires gauge time at much different rate than humans, he might stay for a decade, feeling as if it was only a few days in comparison. Since his original leaving date, Adalrich has kept his influence over the city by excessive donations and various methods of correspondence with certain members of the populous by means of whatever communication has been available over the years. The advent of the internet and email, instant messaging and the various other methods of communication that had come with it, only made Adalrich’s process of maintaining his influence much easier and for now he had decided to make his return to the city, after many years of running away from the city and it’s many places, all of which hold a great deal of memories for Adalrich.
“Well…”A woman had come traipsing her way over to Adalrich as he stood amidst the crowd,“Whom do we have here?”Alaric felt her gaze run up and down his form before she turned her head up to his tall form, clear signs of approval in her gaze. The woman was certainly not hard on the eyes herself, yet not quite the vampire’s type he knew as he looked her over. She was just the right height, not too tall, nor too short; her hair long but help up in some complicated knot designed to elongate her cheekbones, her skin a dark shade, but the vampire knew she was not of African descent.“Hmm… Perhaps it would be good for you to know me as Demetrii”Alaric spoke, using one of his great many aliases as he looked the woman in her chocolate brown eyes before running his gaze down her form in a manner of false temptation. She wore a strapless blue evening gown, a rich navy color which was curved in all the right places to enunciate not only her hips and breasts, but also her long shapely legs. This woman was certainly on the prowl for more than just an evening of social conduct tonight, despite the small pale line from a recently removed wedding ring the vampire had noted during his inspection of her. Having looked her over, as he knew she wanted, Adalrich flashed her a smile of the most charming in nature, the kind that would make the most untrusting person feel the most at ease with him even in the slightest way.
“R-Ria…”the woman stammered, much as the vampire had wanted her too under the intensity of his gaze. It however, was all false interaction, Adalrich was merely showing the woman what she wanted, knowing that Ria desired to… feel desired,“Ria Torres”she finished, trying to regain her former confidence and also breaking the ‘golden rule’ of this type of party which was, anonymity or more so false anonymity. After all, one cannot send invitations to a Masquerade Ball without first knowing the names of your guests, but the attractions to this type of upper-class party was that you could theoretically do anything and no one would know just who you were; this only working under the assumption that none of the mortals would be smart enough to recognize your body language, voice and other mannerisms. False names can only get you so far after all. Yet still the attraction still lies within being able to reveal your hidden desires and secrets without having to divulge your identity, much like Adalrich assumed Ria intended to do.“Now now,”He scolded in a playful tone as he leaned slightly closer to her, away from the crowd behind him, a gesture designed to seem inviting, to display interest in a subtle way most people would pick up on,“I thought the whole idea ofthesetype of parties was to remain fairly anonymous..”He chuckled softly while taking her hand in his and bringing it up to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss against it before letting her pull it away,“Regardless it is a pleasure to meet you my dear.”He spoke softly, whispering slightly to her, allowing her to enact her desires in the slightest way.
Despite his act, it took an immense amount of the ancient vampire’s self-control to even stand this close to her. It had been quite some time since he had fed and even still, his current diet was rather unsatisfying for his eternal appetite, which only made his hunger wear his endless self-control down much quicker. He could hear the heartbeat of not only her, but everyone in the near vicinity, but it was not this that had set the beast within him stirring, it was her scent. He could smell her, her natural scent, the scent of her arousal, the scent of the alcohol she had ingested, but most temptingly the scent of her lifeblood. Truthfully, she was far from Adalrich’s type, she had come to him a bit too willingly. He was after all a hunter, despite how he tried to suppress that urge and yet, with her scent so close to him, he was finding the prospect of having just a taste a bit too difficult to refuse, her scents mixed together to form this almost rose like smell but with an exotic mix. The sound of her heartbeat was like a song serenading Adalrich to what he desired as the middle aged woman babbled on about matters trivial to the vampire at the moment, she was unhappy with her marriage, her rich family was suffering in the economy, all this vain unimportant bullshit that the vampire paid no heed. He was instead focused on constant drum of her heartbeat, hypnotizing him down a path he did not wish to take and yet… that was the point of these parties right? To be able to divulge your inner desires, those beasts that live under your flesh always trying to claw their way to the surface. It was well within his power to lead her away from the rest of the party, he was sure this mansion had a great many rooms of which they could hide I and he knew she clearly wanted to be tempted by him, to have him lead her away so she could divulge her own fantasies, considering she had come over to him, much as a hunter would approach its own prey…as Alaric would hunt his own prey.
All it would take was one small nudge of his charm and she would be eating out of his hands…and soon he would be eating from her…just one taste, the smallest drop… but would he be able to stop? Adalrich knew this line of though could not go on for much longer before it became action and he also knew that he could not allow his self-control to drop for even a second; because he knew he would not stop with one taste, the monster that he was would not be satisfied with just a drop, he would want more and more until he descended back into that darkness he had fought for so long to pull himself from. If he went back now than the many centuries of trying to change would be for not, but still he couldn’t stop himself as he leaned closer to her, his hand moving as if on its own to stroke his rough fingers very faintly down her cheek and over her neck, feeling the blood flow beneath it as he moved against her jugular, the vein would bring so much of her blood into his mouth…one small bite was all it would ta-
“No”the vampire audibly growled out, mustering all his self-control he forced himself to pull back from her, taking a cold and defensive posture while speaking through his teeth, his fangs noticeably elongating slightly in hunger as he bit back the need to feed.“I am sorry Ria..”he spoke with forced words, trying to maintain a polite disposition as he adjusted the masquerade mask obscuring his face, “But there’s something I need to be” His words were quick and he did not await her response before turning and rapidly pushing his way through the crowd, his keen senses heard the click of her heels as she had tried to follow, but as soon as he was sure he wouldn’t be noticed he moved with supernatural speed, disappearing instantly to the human eyes in the room.
✠In the Past✠
“I remember when Rome was just a few small groups of people banded together, now it’s grown into an empire that’s conquered nearly half the world”Alaric mused in his thoughts as he stepped into a small room of the tavern. It was the shady sort of place, hidden among the back alleys of Rome, the kind filled with whores, thieves and various other types of vagrants. It was the kind of place where one went to when they needed to conduct only the darkest of deals involving less than lawful activities. So Imagine Adalrich’s surprise when he found one of the most attractive women he had seen in all of Rome, sitting at a table in the back corner.
She wore a hood, presumably trying to hide her identity… indeed, even being a female without a reputation in this kind of place open you to be the receiver of various kinds of them most depraved torment and torture. But it was not her appearance that first drew Adalrich, it was her scent. Even in a place filled with all manner of vile smells, ranging from alcohol, body odor and fluids of a great many kind, Adalrich was nearly overwhelmed with the smell of the most beautiful roses.
”Well well...someone like her, in here? I do believe something interesting is afoot”Adalrich mumbled to himself as he stepped around a very large man who guarded the door and up to the bar, an aged counter made of wood marred with having been repeatedly cracked and sanded over. He seated himself on a stool facing the door, that way he could see not only who came in but also the young woman in the corner, his gaze always and very obviously wondering back to her as she had sparked his interest.
✠In the Present ✠
Adalrich stepped back out into the ballroom with his pale mask back in place and his dark suit smoothed out. For the most part he was back in control of his desire for blood, yet his eyes still retained the telltale crimson color of his thirst, an aspect that made his eyes look all the more intimidating as they flared with his hunger. The crowd had not changed much in his short absence, still everyone in the room was focused on the false interaction, secrets and lies ran rampant in the air, the truth hidden by the masks that each of the guests donned on their faces. For how could they be truthful, when everything about them was a lie, this much Adalrich could at least empathize with, for it was nearly impossible to find someone who knew the entire truth of Adalrich’s being… by his count there was only two or three still living.
The guests to the party were all required to wear masks, as was a must for a Masquerade Ball. The woman tended towards the more extravagant masks, those with feathers or jewels adorning them, whilst the men tended to lean towards the more simple, with a few decorations or (like Alaric’s) a solid color. However Alaric’s mask, unlike the others was more than just a cheap piece of plastic, it possessed properties laying within the mystical realm, allowing him to appear exactly as he wanted at any time. Which made him wonder for a moment, when surrounded by liars, why did he choose to be himself? Especially when he could be anybody in any real of existence, any mix and match of physical features to make a new face, yet he still chose to be himself. Yet it was perhaps fate for what would happen next…
As the age old vampire scanned his eyes over the guests, finding the newest way to insert himself among them, yet he found nothing or no one that seemed to interest him. Sure, he could feel the heat emulate from their bodies whilst he heard and distinguished each of their heart beats, but he found no interest in their petty discussions of riches and false charity, of music, food and of course their constant quest for sex was both humorous and pathetic in many ways. The women seemed to wear dresses that were either the most hideous or the most elegant dresses, both bearing the same intentions as to attract an adequate ‘dance’ partner. The men all wore suits, nearly the same design, the same color, all of which echoed of their riches and influence, a feeble attempt at displaying more power than those around them. Yet the vampire knew that it was unlikely that any of these men or women had experienced true power, this much he was sure. Boredom was a peril of the ages and the age old vampire was feeling it’s wrath in full, none of these humans seemed to bear anything that would entertain him, yet despite this fact he scanned through the crowd once more.
It must have been the intervention of fate this time. A phone call, or physical urge had caused a few members of the crowd to shift position revealing something that immediately struck the interest of the Vampire. “No…” He thought, his body immediately tensing up as he felt a wave of compulsion run over him, “.. it can’t be her…” Despite his lack of blood recently, Adalrich felt the heat of arousal spread through his body and his fangs to extend slightly in a vampiric display of the feeling. There was only two person who could inspire such a reaction by mere presence alone and he was one of them, the other he had thought to have disappeared within the ages. As she turned Adalrich was sure, the dark green hair and the shapely form were a dead giveaway. Adalrich forced himself to look away for a moment, knowing that the longer he gazed on her, the longer her drug would inhibit his mind, for he had not the blood to resist its strength, a fact which now made him nearly regret not taking a bite from the woman who had clearly desired him earlier, for it would’ve given him the strength he desperately needed now.
It did not take Adalrich long to recover from his shock and upon seeing her he began to employ a dangerous game… a game that had once nearly led to his undoing; nearly at the hands of the venomous woman he now looked upon. Yet, Adalrich could not resist asserting control over her, inspiring the fear that she would feel knowing of his continued life, not only that, but she always seemed to bring out the best and worst of him. Knowing that she had not seen him, busy as she was with whatever male desired her attention this time, he stepped in behind her suddenly and with his vampiric movement, used so she wouldn’t be able to sense his presence right away. Within an instant, he was behind her with the looming appearance of an angel of death stalking it’s victim before he would lean over to whisper into her hear, his hand finding it’s way to the small of her back in an intimate touch, knowing how she despised unannounced or unwelcome contact.
“Might I have a dance dearest Ligeia ?”, he used a name that had not been uttered in a great many years, a name that he would be the only to know her by, a name that would give away his identity despite the mask he wore. This could end very badly considering his lack of strength coupled with the unique brand of compulsion she controlled, the kind the buzzed in the back of his head just the slightest despite his age over her and his natural resistance, the kind that made him want to take her now even with all those that surrounded them… it was far from a subtle notion.“I do believe we have some catching up to do…”
THE ARSENAL. FACE CLAIM. CHARACTER CLAIM: Orihara Izaya
SOURCE: Durarara!!
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