Shadows on the floor

OC Vampire. Mun is 30 Semi Selective, but please feel free to respond to open starters. Penned by Star

[dailyborgia]

#When Cesare Borgia warns you

[damienrhodes]

// Well here is my Discord in case anyone wants to roleplay there :> 

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[dailyborgia]

THE BORGIAS (2011-2013)

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François Arnaud

similar faces: Ioan Gruffudd

[damienrhodes]

ooc; idk what I’m doing on this page anymore. Does anyone even rp on here anymore? 

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// can anyone recommend any blogs for me to follow? Or would anyone be interested in a starter? 

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atlf1526​:

Charlotte raised an eyebrow at him, running her eyes over his figure, instinctively searching for concealed weapons or other dangers. “Not yet….” She answered plainly, no emotion in her voice.

Charlotte’s lips curled into a lop sided smile, “Not many people around these parts to like I am afraid.” She commented, only slightly agreeing with him. This city was tough, full of people who made her hate people more and more everyday with each crime scene she arrived at.

With a soft sigh she pushed her long black hair behind her ear, “I need to see some identification before you go….please.” The agent asked him, shifting slightly in the spot, not moving from him. Her eyes watched him carefully.

Damien allowed himself to sigh, albeit gently as he watched the woman search him with her eyes. It would seem law enforcement didn’t change much over the centuries. There was always something he found off about the people that chose this profession. “I don’t have it on me I’m afraid.” He contemplated simply leaving. If she tried to restrain him he could easily fight her off. As much as he might want to, drawing attention to himself was not in his best interest if he wanted to stay in this area long. He’d have to figure out what to do about his lack of identification as well, but for now he’d ride the wave and hope that wasn’t an offence that required prison. That would be more trouble than he was willing to be bothered with. “I wasn’t expecting to need it on a simple walk but I was wrong it would appear. I apologize.” He tried his best to seem sincere, but his obvious annoyance must have made it past his lips.

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Starter for @ofmusingsxandmayhem

“--fuck!” Dark eyes peered down at the small wound to his side, watching in a mixture of curiosity and horror as the sight of poison seeped into his veins. It’d been quite some time since he’d run into a hunter, and it would seem they’ve found some sort of herb capable of poisoning vampires. In all his years, he’d thought only the more conventional weapons were able to hurt him. The frustration was evident, at the situation and his own lack of knowledge on the subject. 

From what it looked like the dose wasn’t lethal and would be metabolized in a few hours or so. He was never one to rest or heal up however, he wanted answers now so he spent his time now looking for a library or bookstore that may hold the key to what this poison was. 

That brought him to a quaint bookstore, obviously closed at these late hours. Eyes peered around before he wrapped his fist in his jacket and broke the glass of an unseen window, quickly slipping in and grunting to himself at the awkward position that seemed to irritate his wound. He was hasty in his movements, slipping quickly to the herbal section and ripping through books to find what he needed. Perhaps he’d been a little too hasty. He wasn’t too familiar with the comings and goings of people of this time, so the concept of anyone staying after work was foreign to him. He simply had to find this book, one gloved hand pulling the tomes from their place on the shelf as the other gripped the poisoned area at his side. The blood that splattered across his neck was not his own, the owner was the hunter keen enough to poison him. He hadn’t even noticed it was there, nor was he expecting to see anyone at this hour who may notice in return. He was simply hoping to get what he wanted and leave from where he came. 

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thrall-of-the-hill​:

Michael could feel some tension in him fade as he set him down, not that the man could struggle much. He was thankful for it. It would make taking care of the man easier, from what little of that future he could piece together. 

“Alright, then I won’t waste the gauze,” he offered, setting the supplies down in case he changed his mind. Denial of his needs were a concern, it seemed to scare the man more than anything, “You won’t hurt me-” that was unclear but he was willing to bet the man wasn’t going to do much. “You are going to need it,” he added, softer this time as he sat down on the floor, sighing. Making tea was next on his list once the other was asleep or settled enough. “I am sure this is confusing- I am sorry for not explaining myself. I’m Michael, like I said,” blue hues scanned the man’s face. 

“I’m a witch- sort of, I haven’t done any magic on my own, but my family had a long line of magic,” he shrugged, moving to stand up. “I have one gift, I can see the future. Not much of it, but minutes at a time. I first saw you about a week ago, when you decided that elder was worth your time. The trap was set- I thought about stopping you, but that never went over well. Got us both hurt,” maybe he should have tried a little harder. “I saw you feed, the fangs and the thing around your eyes- veins?” 

“Look I don’t know much, but I know you need help. I want to help and you need blood to get better,” a guess, “I can give you some then you can heal. Stay or leave.” It had to be simple, right? 

Damien’s eyes watched him closely, still slightly on edge as was to be expected but a lot less so. The weariness was still written on his face, but a streak of curiosity took hold of his features as the man started to speak again. 

Brows instantly knit together when the man declared Damien wouldn’t hurt him. How could he be so sure? The follow up had him worried, the vampire forcing himself up a little more and sliding back away from him. It was only now did he notice his face was still stained with blood, and he used his sleave to wipe it away as he cautiously pondered what he thought the man was implying. 

“Michael..” He breathed, almost tasting the name. Eyes shot back up at him from where they were starting to wander when he declared he was a witch, brows knitting together even closer. “That sounds like a convenient gift..” And it certainly explained how he knew so much about him. Wounds were starting to close on their own, albeit slowly just like the vampire had said. He’d wince every once in a while, though his attention was completely captured by the man. 

Damien grew quiet, his expression showing he was deep in thought. He didn’t want to feed on him, but the man was right. Even worse he knew that in his current state he was in danger of being hunted, and if he starved himself any longer he would be a serious danger to those around him. No level of personal restraint would help at that point. Eyes shifted back up to Michael, knowing. He’d be most likely the first one he’d go after, seeing as he already knew his scent and where he dwelled. A gentle exhale, brows furrowing briefly in response to the pain of healing. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He shook his head, still in deep thought. “If I could just..” But his thoughts answered his question for him. There were no other options. Dark eyes shifted back up to the man, suddenly questioning. “Why do you want to help me? Your kind-- humans.. they usually hunt vampires and I don’t blame them for it. Why help? Why bring me here when you could have simply killed me where I stood? Why offer yourself to me?” Concern had manifested. Did this man have a death sentence? "I could kill you.. even now." It wasn't a threat, just a simple fact. He sounded as if he was trying to speak some sense into him.

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ofmusingsxandmayhem​:

“Well… I mean, you could certainly try, but most people would get either tired, cold or bored. Or any combination of the above. So you’re welcome. If you head down there until you hit the main road, you’ll see it.” Gabi pointed in the direction and offered him a small smile. She couldn’t quite tell what to make of Damien. He seemed nice enough on the surface, but he could easily be hiding things. It was unclear whether he had good or innocent intentions, or whether he was there for something more sinister. But he had done nothing outright to make her uneasy, so she gave a small shrug of her shoulders at the question. “I’ll be here, for sure. Hope you get some good rest, Damien. See you around.”

Damien allowed himself to chuckle at that, nodding in appreciation at the direction she gave. It looks like he was able to get away without much chaos or suspicion this time, and luckily without hurting her. Perhaps he wasn’t giving himself enough credit for the restraint he’d practiced over the centuries. “Good.. I hope I can see you again Gabi. Maybe I was wrong to be suspicious of you.. even though..” He teased again, rocking on his heals as he excused himself. “Who knows.. maybe the next time you sneak up on me I’ll be up to something much more nefarious.” He walked backwards now, hands shoved into his pockets as he chuckled and finally turned and made his exit. 

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thrall-of-the-hill​:

Within ten or so minutes the cabin was in sight, during that time the mans attempts at freedom weakened greatly. The grip on his wrist, though firm by human standards, did little to put him off. He simply repeated that he was there to help and that he would heal him up, “I think I’m human,” he was technically a witch but he wasn’t sure if that made him much beyond a human. Things of that realm had rules he didn’t understand, “You can ask me this weekend when you are better. Conserve what strength you have,” he chided as he walked into the cabin. His couch was prepared, pillows and a thick comforter awaited the man, laying him across it Michael sighed. “I’m going to get the first aid kit. Please do not move,” he has no means to tie the man down.

Returning with bandages and alcohol to clean the wounds he knelt before the other, “Does alcohol hurt you? Do your wounds need to be cleaned? I don’t see any other slugs that need to come out.” It was obvious the mans state was not well, he had no means to trasnfer if blood to a pouch for the other to drink from. “Can you drink from a cup or a straw?” though he knew little about vampire she figured allowing hmm a direct feeding off his arm might not be the best idea.

“I’m Michael- you’re Damien,” the man had told him his name in one of the scenarios he had seen, “You’re safe here. They don’t know the cabin is here.” Again thing she had seen the man afraid of in other timelines, all useful tools in that one.

Damien wanted to protest again if he could muster another breath, but his lips parted only partially before he lost consciousness and his head bobbed with the man’s steps. Eyes would only open again when they entered the cabin. He tried to talk again but he realized there was no point. Even if he wanted to there was no way he was going to get out of his current situation unless the man wanted him to. 

Even though the stranger had told him he was expecting him, the sight of the couch made his stomach grow cold. Anxiety seemed to vanish as he felt the softness of the piece of furniture however. In fact, he felt himself melt into it as an easy exhale passed his lips. The feeling was welcome, though he snapped himself out of it to watch the other man disappear out of the room. He didn’t dare remove his gaze from the spot, even as the man reappeared and started asking questions. His eyes were weary, darting about his tall form before he finally parted his lips to speak. “No..” He’d exhale as he’d been holding his breath. “They’ll close on their own..” Damien took a moment to observe the man’s face, hair, eyes almost missing the next question that came. “Drink--no.” He shook his head furiously in two swings, planting his hands beside him to try and force himself up. “No..” He repeated before he just about lost whatever color was in his face hearing the man tell him his own name. Eyes became wide, mouth slightly agape as he stared in bewilderment. Silence fell before he slid back, taking a measured breath in an attempt to hide his alarmed expression. “How do you know my name?” Brows furrowed together in concern. He’d somehow grown to believe this man on some level, that he wouldn’t hurt him. He hadn’t restrained him, or offered anything that would cause him harm. Still he was hesitant, and altogether intrigued though he usually liked to be thus from afar. “How did you know I..?”

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thrall-of-the-hill​:

He was worse than Michael had seen, perhaps a guard had changed his mind and sedated the patient more? That was the trouble with the future, so many choices lead to that moment, he couldn’t always kept track. But, he waited patiently on the man to size him up. It was clear he expected more brutality than he had just suffered, “It’s alright,” he offered in a level tone moving closer. Kneeling down he was just out of arms reach, his own blue eyes scanning the mans face. The detail was often lost in his visions, but his face did not unsettle him. Michael had seen his own face when his body was not his own, a sight he’d never be able to erase from his mind.

Seeing the mama fangs he felt his heart skip a beat, vampire, “I don’t plan on hurting you,” he offered to comfort the other. “I knew you were coming. You were suppose to find my home, but it seems you were not so lucky.” People skills were still something he needed to refine, he figured the other wouldn’t mind. As blood poured from the man Michael frowned moving closer, he was due to fall unconscious soon- he could carry him home then. “I am going to help you up, I have more supplies at home. I can seal wounds,” he hadn’t seen what damage offered his arm would do. But, if it meant helping the other Michael would consider it.

Watching the man’s head bow he shook his head, “I’m going to put my arm on you, please don’t fight,” he moved closer setting the box down. He looked light enough to carry, by his standards, “It’ll be easier if I carry you,” not one to wait on an answer he simply moved pulling the mans arm over his shoulder he had the man soon in a fireman’s carry. “It’s a short walk,” he offered the other starting down the forest floor to the cabin.

The weight of the man’s words felt physical, they weighed on his shoulders. It was the shock as the man’s mind finally deciphered what he was saying. He was still trying to help him, and even more he didn’t even seem phased by his fangs. Perhaps he was some sort of warlock? He’d mentioned he was supposed to go to his house.. what could he mean by that? 

He listened as the man drew closer, some of his words muffling together as the man tensed at the approach. He dared not raise his eyes, still sure the man meant him harm. He’d even offer a weak ‘no’, but it was so low that chances were it never even met the other man’s ears. The voice drew closer, and before he knew it he was being lifted up-- and up until he was supported on this man’s back. The movement made his head swim, though he fought it and kept consciousness enough to speak. “What are you--?” Words were cut short by another dangerous sway of the Earth, eyes rolled back but he recovered soon enough. An exhale, temples burning and threatening his vision once more. He’d groan again, forcing his eyes closed as he tried to maintain consciousness and fight his way out of the man’s grip. “Let me go..” His protests earned him little against the man at full strength, so a hand shot up and gripped the stranger’s wrist as tightly as he could. “..let me go.” Came his voice, though this time much softer. He was in no shape to make demands, which he knew. His hand still shook even as he gripped the other man’s wrist though the vampire hadn’t noticed himself. In truth Damien was afraid of this man. Never had he encountered someone who wasn’t even visibly put off by him in this state. To top it off he’d somehow anticipated him coming. Had he been watching him all this time? Tracking him without him noticing? That scared him greatly, and now this man was taking him somewhere. If he was a hunter, he’d be the only one Damien was afraid of. 

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thrall-of-the-hill​:

Freedom suited Michael well enough; the small cabin Anne had left for him stood alone in the forest. A fifteen minute drive tot he main road, then another twenty or so to the nearest grocery store. For now, he preferred it that way. While he began to socialize and adjust to modern people, he could escape back to his cabin to simply be himself. The visions only grew more vivid as the coven’s spell slowly faded away; the limitations they placed gone with it 

The man with dark hair and a crimson mouth had appeared about a week earlier in his dreams. His choices would lead him to Michael’s front door. HIs choices after were unclear, so the seer had no idea what to expect beyond that. As the days passed, his arrival became clearer; he had picked a target and a night. Now, the young man simply had to wait for his guest. A small kit of tweezers and bandages were placed in a small lunch pale, in case the man could not make it all the way to his humble abode. 

On the night of Michael set out into the woods, roughly in the man’s direction, he would not make it on his own. Or so he assumed, supernatural creatures were still a mystery to the seer.

As the man drew nearer, Michael waited for him to rest awhile; see if the man would calm some more before he exposed himself. When it seemed as good of a time as any, he started toward the man, calling out before he had a direct line of sight. “Hello-” he could smell iron, blood, from where he stood. “I know you’re hurt sir- I’d like to help-” explaining himself would be harder than he imagined, so he waited for the other to speak before daring to move along.

The vampire let out another groan, this one louder than the last as he lurched forward and planted his hand on the damp, leaf covered ground for support. The final bullet surfacing from his flesh and finally falling with a gentle thud. He was always in a weakened state, a side effect of his own conscious. If he’d even allowed himself one feed from someone younger and in good health he’d be in better shape himself. He could never bring himself to do it however, the idea of ruining someone’s life so early made his stomach turn. Hell, he’d fed on a 30 year old woman once in a deplorable state and didn’t forgive himself for 100 years. 

Preoccupied would be an understatement, his body fighting to stop shaking whilst also fighting to keep down the blood. Whatever drugs they placed in that old man’s system did not fare well for him, but he usually managed well when he wasn’t attacked with these far more efficient firearms of this age. He hadn’t even heard the steps approaching as he sat up, vision blurry and world spinning dangerously. Then all of a sudden he was being talked to-- which admittedly started him quite a bit as his body jumped and head shot in the direction of the voice. Blinking furiously in an attempt to see who the man was, he was shocked to hear what the man was saying. He wanted to help him? Looking like this? No doubt he noticed the blood on his face, the redness of his eyes that seemed inhuman, the veins that crept back from his waterline. Yet he didn’t sound afraid at all.. instead he sounded-- concerned? Brows furrowed at the thought that this could be some ploy to lure him in and kill him. But if this man really was one of those retched creatures wouldn’t he have killed him already? He really wasn’t in much of a state to defend himself. 

A blanket of silence fell over the meek forest, brown eyes squinting at the man as his face contorted in distrust. Panic. He wasn’t sure what to say or do so he stood, albeit slowly and with the help of the tree. “--Stay back!” He spat, baring his fangs in a last ditch effort to scare the man away. He’d try to step back but the world spun again and took him to his knees where he retched up most of the blood, suddenly more aware of some chemical it was laced with. Maybe this was it? Maybe his luck had finally caught up with him and this man would kill him? Nails would dig into the soft earth, head bowed as if to accept his fate. He just knew this man would decapitate him, and he deserved it. It still didn’t stop the tears that patted the already wet leaves, nor did it keep his hands from shaking. All this time, and he was still afraid of what lies beyond.

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luncrwolf​:

              OPEN HALLOWEEN STARTER: for everyone.

                ❛ ——– what’s halloween if not a little scary. come on,                                love, its not all that bad now is it?  ❜

Damien pursed his lips as he observed people about in costumes. Today was definitely not the day to decide to roam about it seems. He noticed the other man appear beside him and figured he noticed him looking rather unimpressed. “It’s a simple holidays for simple minds. I don’t see much of a sure for it.” The hairs on his neck stood as he caught the man’s scent, finally turning to eye him cautiously.