King with No crown.

Selective, Indie RP for Dracula. Heavily based on Dracula 2000. Please read the READ FIRST before interacting.

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OOC:

Well...

Apparently Judas’ nipples are too much for this hellsite.

Lmao

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Hey Dracula, what is a ghosts favourite food? SPOOKghetti.

“I’m not back even twenty four hours and the puns have arrived.” He shook his head, hands clasped above it in a gesture of surrender/

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@darckcarnival

“More like buried close to the center of the earth.”

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Ahhh

Daddy’s home

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// Gives Judas a hug and a kinder egg on this day b/c everyone deserves at least a little compassion

He stiffens at the hug.. Rolls his eyes at the egg...

“... More eggs...”

((He’s a grumpy butt!!))

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-showers in jelly beans-

“I’m going to grant you the chance to run away...... I would take it.”

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-pelts with Cadbury eggs-

“And so it begins.... Great.”

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OOC:

IT’S EASTER.

COME HARASS JUDAS FOR THE HOLIDAY HE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR.

[professor-of-predators]

"Hm.. You have an overwhelming scent about you... The scent of my /son./"

It was a mild spring day; the sun was shining, the wind was gentle, the people on the street chattering their appreciation. Jane didn’t usually pay attention to them, on days like this. Perhaps she should have changed that tactic. 

The voice behind her is ignored at first. They could be talking to anyone, after all. It’s the mention of a son that makes her whirl, staring up at an all to familiar face. In a blink her knife is drawn, ready for whatever he might think to do. But … It didn’t make sense. Fear is quickly replaced with confusion. 

“You. Were dead.” 

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“Very observant.” He smiled, crimson pooling into his eyes briefly before clearing up to leave the jet black unobstructed. “I was dead, yes.. But as I’m sure you know, my family seems to have a problem with staying dead.” His long, pale arms curled behind his back as he paced around her just a little to get a good measure of her.

“So this is the professor that my son continues to think about..” 

[heir-to-betrayal]

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           Ｇｏｓｐｅｌ

Ｆｏｒ    ｔｈｅ    Ｆａｌｌｅｎ

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Independent RPblog for a vampire OC heavily based in the Dracula 2000 universe, there will be biblical references. Tobias Iscariot, son of Judas Iscariot the Betrayer.

Please view the Read First page, thank you!

6+ years Tumblr RP experience.

12+ RP experience total. Via Skype, MSN and various MMORPGs.

This is a vampire blog.. Violence, gore and bad attitudes are the normal. Sarcasm is his native tongue, you’ve been warned!

Mun is super friendly and welcoming, will gab your damn ear off if given the chance! (But works a lot of hours, thus the lull in activity from time to time.) Muse will write with pretty much any fandom or OC, he’s extremely flexible and willing to cooperate with other Muns.

Mun will write in varying lengths, sometimes using gifs and static icons or pictures. Most likely to gravitate toward gif-chats but will certainly change or adapt for partners.

This blog does NOT  and WILL NOT smut.

No FaceClaim chasers please, I’m here to write, not fulfill your fantasies. Thank you!!

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((OC Muse, Judas Iscariot’s son, Tobias! He’s one of my most favorite muses to write, but I think I have two active partners... Maybe three..... Go look at his page!))

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Old Friend..

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“Really darling, is that anyway to great an old friend?” Lucifer asked with his usual cocky smile, masking the internal wince at the venom in his old friends voice.

“Well... Look who it is..” The vampire said, doing nothing to hide the derision in his tone. “It has only been... what... Two thousand years, give or take a decade.. How wonderful it is to see you again, Old Friend.”

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The guy had seen better days that was clear thus the bloodbag that was slapped on the table on front of him. “Stefan disapproves so shh! Saint Stefan is on the bunny diet” the older Salvatore mused pouring himself a drink as well . This ought to be interesting. 

“Seeing as the Augustine is still roaming out there let’s go with the short version.Let me guess… a long time ago a witch with a grudge made you into yet another Hybrid. Buddy, if that’s your deal I am done with Hybrids. First there’s Dicklaus’, then the Gemini coven spits out vampire-witch Siphoner Hybrids so hit me with it. What makes you the big sexy all of a sudden” 

“Keep on the down low if you feed around here, there’s hunters and the Council and a whole crap ton of people that would really be pissed if bodies started pilling up in Mystic Falls”

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The glossy, dead eyes narrowed to white lines as the blood bag was dropped onto the table and slid over. Moving with the uncanny speed known to vampires, he snatched the medical bag off the table and up to his lips in a blur.. Though he paused when he heard the man across from him mention the other in the room..

“...Rabbits...?” He gave a slight roll of the eyes and tore into the bag, draining almost as soon as it was to his lips. Squeezing the bag, he slowly rolled his knuckles and twisted his head on his shoulders, sighing in the relief of his body taking in fluid. Color was returned to his paper white skin, and his hair was slowly beginning to darken back to it’s usual black.. Though there were still traces of grey in the curls.

“Hybrid..?” The ancient paused, chewing at his lip with a sharp tooth. “No, not a hybrid... I’m old. Very fucking old... More than likely our friend with the crazed eyes could smell the age and strength in my blood. He certainly got close enough to taste, had there actually been any left to taste.”

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Open:

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“Ah, you get off on playing with your food, then,” he shrugged. “You would’ve gotten bored of me. I’m a slow runner. Fucked up lung and such,” he said. 

“So… you said that I angered you. What was it that I did to anger you, M’sieur vampire? I believe you, of course. I have a pretty bad habit of pissing people off without meaning to. So, y’know… I wanna know what I did, and see if I can fix it.”

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“Get off..” He repeated, chuckling. “Yes I guess that is one way to put it... Pity about the lung.” His voice didn’t hold any traces of sarcasm.. Just a dry sort of boredom.

“You interrupted dinner... Or what was about to become dinner..” Coal black eyes looked down the street, towards what was now a small gathering of people.

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Eris couldn’t quite lay a finger on what this man was, but human was definitely out of the question.  He felt….different.  Ancient.  And powerful.

“You would be correct.”  She answered with a hint of a grin, her eyes flashing to their divine white form before back to eerie silver.

“Yet again correct.”  Eris added, canting her head slightly toward him.  “Yet you aren’t human either.  A vampire, then?”

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“Yes. A vampire.” He replied shortly.. “... Is this meeting going to become a confrontation? ... I would rather it not...” His posture was still tense, as if he were coiled to spring away at the first sign of trouble.

“I get the sense that you are powerful..... Perhaps even older than I am, though I’ve yet to actually meet a being older than myself..” Black eyes shimmered with just the traces of a laugh, but he did not make a sound.

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"What do we have here...." Claudia called in a soft sing-song voice. Her piercing blue hues stared Drac down as she weighted her head to the side slightly. "A ghost? A trick of the mind? Am I seeing things?" Smirking, she knew it was him, there was no mistaking, but she kept her distance for now.

“Mmm… If I were you, I’d worry about senility in your old age.” A cheeky grin spreads over the vampire’s face as he places a hand on his hip.“It’s common a common trait in we elders.”

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Mimicking his stance, Claudia placed a hand on her hip. “Coming from you? That’s rich, Mr older then dirt and crazier then all of us put together.”

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“Older than dirt, really? That’s harsh..” A hand clutched his chest and he took a step back.. “Now, calling me crazier than you lot? That’s a bit of a stretch... I mean... You all chose to live with me ...Now that’s crazy.”

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