Æðelric

Name: Æðelric Age: 2769  Pronouns: He/Him Species: Vampire Sexuality: Pansexual

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Must say I love your character and would love to read more solos and para. I am admiring from afar!

Hi, sadly the group I was a part of is currently revamping. This means I am not able to write for him at the moment because I am currently helping with that revamp. However, I too would love to write more for him so please give me a few more weeks and hopefully, I will be able to give you a bit more insight into his character. -Elric's Mun

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marcoxdecastilla·:

There have been few moments in Marco DeCastilla’s life more trying than this one.  For a man who has dedicated himself wholeheartedly to serving his coven, who has done so with a sincere belief that adherence to their rules is a necessary sacrifice in order to facilitate the greater good, it is no small thing to disobey them now.  And it is no small thing to know what such disobedience, even under these extenuating circumstances, might cost him should the council determine this choice had been the wrong one.

“Elric, please, now isn’t the time…” The warlock chastises in response to the vampire’s jest.  This isn’t a joke, he thinks, and he wonders not for the first time if his friend is even capable of understanding how hard this is for him; how what he is freely offering to the vampire is so much more than a couple pints of blood.

He closes his eyes as Elric prepares to feed, though he knows that simply looking away will not make what is happening less real.  Pressure, and sharp pain send them flying wide open again; searing heat spreads and quickly turns to biting cold as the blood is drained from his artery.  Marco has to remind himself to breathe.  Elric is an old vampire, with centuries of experience and no inclination to make this more painful than it needs to be, but no level of skill or gentle manner can mute the sensation entirely.  What surely takes only a few moments feels to the alchemist like an eternity, and by the time Elric pulls away and closes his wounds Marco is woozy, weak in the knees, and on the cusp of an inevitable adrenaline crash.

Normally sharp as a tack, it takes him a moment to play what his friend is saying to him over again in his mind before he really parses Elric’s words.  By the time he does, the vampire is already tearing into his own wrist.  “N-no,” Marco murmurs, shaking his head as he reaches up with trembling hands to push his friend’s bleeding wrist away from his face.  The vampiric blood is buzzing with arcane energy that immediately sets the warlock’s own alight.  Heat washes over the backs of his eyes like tiny pinpricks, and the alchemist tries to blink it away as he shakes his head again, taking a step away.  Absently he doubles over to rest his weight against the gardening bench and reaches for his miraculously healed neck, focusing on the small smudge of Elric’s blood visible on his fingers as he pulls them away.  “–No, I don’t want that…I can’t…I’m fine…” He knows it’s a lie as soon as the claim leaves his tongue.  “There could be more of them, Elric.  We need to get out of here.” 

The small no went unheard when Elric bit into his own wrist. Sure at this point, Elric could carry them both out but it would deplete his energy quickly. “Unless you’d like to ride on my motorcycle I will not be driving your car,” Elric stated and held out his wrist once more the wounds healing slowly. At this point, Marco was on a time frame and the threat of having to ride on a motorcycle usually made decisions easier. “It will be easier if you are healed,” Elric mumbled softly putting his wrist at Marco’s mouth.

Having addictive tendencies made everything difficult and with vampire blood being one hell of a drug Elric knew he was playing a dangerous game. “I promise I won’t give you so much,” Elric explained knowing how much Marco needed to make sure they could both get out alive. “We will have a lot of attention with my appearance, it will not help if I carry you out. I’d rather not be accused of your murder.”

“Ah,” Elric made the small noise knowing Marco couldn’t hear as he realized something. He’d always wondered why Marco’s coven smelled and tasted like almonds. Know what the coven used, it now suddenly occurred why there was a flavoring to his blood. Their arcane magic truly did taint them all the way down to their blood. Of all the tastes Elric had over the years he could say he did enjoy the taste of almonds.

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beauxmccallum·:

“My apologies, please do inform me what your passions might be.”  Beau nodded, “yes, I find the tribe to be absolutely fascinating.  I have not made my way to South Africa just yet, but it is something I would enjoy in the near future.”  For the most part, Beau had only explored the United States and Europe during his travels.  It was his hope to see more of the world, but for now he was happy in the small town of Wolford.

A brow lifted, but the Southern said nothing on the matter.  The two would never see eye to eye on things when it came to the war.  And Beau was not going to stand idly around arguing about something that was over a century ago.  Yes, he held firm in his beliefs but there was no need to go on about it.  “A friend?”  It never occurred to Beau that the other male might want a companion of some sort.  “Are you not friends with your progeny?”  With Elric continuing, Beau looked perplexed as he tilted his head.  “Something has been following you all these centuries?”  Now, he was concerned about things.

“Ah, I did not mean my passions. I meant my history, I could tell you a lot about ancient history.” Elric mused thinking back to his ancient history and how many lives he lived. “I’ll reach out to some contacts I know. I’m sure I can dig up some fascinating things about the tribe.” Elric might have to give up some of his own collection in exchange but it wouldn’t matter in the long run because his own collection was extensive.

Elric gave a nod at Beau’s echo. “My progeny are my friends but they are different,” Elric explained not wanting to go into detail about his children. Ultimately they would be in trouble if Elric was their only friend. “Yes, with a past as long as my own... You gain enemies.” Elric explained not wanting to go into detail. His past wasn’t his best and favorite thought about his life.

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sangetfer·:

“The people who make the laws are always annoying - imperfect and politically motivated swayed by popular opinion. Mob rule and the like. People say everyone ought to be vegan but when there then becomes and over population of cows or the farmers whose livelihoods depend on it there will be some study pointing out how people should eat meat. The world spins and humans are foolish” Verena stated not that he of all people needed a reminder of how humanity worked and the flaws of their governmental structure. “I will make sure they haven’t included and re-appropriation clauses and I can assure you Elric that I will include your receipts and have their certificate of authenticity included with ach piece. As far as conflict of interests goes no. You wouldn’t have an issue with it but you would need to have other authors to publish and not just your own tales. Buying the publishing company would involve replacing senior staff that don’t align with your vision, keeping those editing partners who can lure in big authors and maintain good relationships with those already signed. It would be both incredibly logical and while initially expensive - cost effective. In essence like taking over a small kingdom”

Elric gave a polite nod not wanting to go into how foolish humans were. He could make the same analogy except by using humans instead of cows. “They didn’t always use to be annoying, but I suppose the laws then were much different.” Elric chuckled thinking back to when kingdoms were still very much a thing. “But yes, the world spins, and humans are foolish.”

“Thank you,” Elric was eternally grateful for the lawyer. “I see, well, it wouldn’t be the first time I took over a small kingdom. First, let me figure out which of the senior staff do not align with my own thoughts and I will also reach out to the other authors currently under the publishing house.” Elric explained, making a list of things he needed to do. “In the meantime, I will start putting aside enough to buy it and we will somehow work it into my will. Although I am not sure if any of my prodigies will want it.”

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catherinefrancia·:

Did you miss me? || Kitty&Elric

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It had been a little over a year since Elric’seldest daughter of darkness had resided within the familial home. By no meanswas it the first time that Kitty had left her vampiric family to liveelsewhere, she was over five-hundred-year-old after all. Kitty’s travel planswere as random as they were surprising. One memorable example being once evenexcusing herself from a family gathering to grab a snack only to call from an airportletting them know she was headed to Thailand because she had a hankering forthe street food. No, her being apart from the family was not unusual, what wasunusual however was how she kept in contact.

Due to modern advances intechnology, when Kitty had darted off to travel the world again or adopt thelifestyle of human farmer for example, she had always called, and then videocalled. 2021 though, the Francia bloodline had only received letters, emails, photosand extravagant gifts from her travels. The reason being; Kitty knew the momentshe spoke to either her siblings or her father… she would confess. And while thefamily were accustomed to her misbehaviour, her recent actions were not soeasily forgiven, and she did hate to disappoint her father. In all truth, Kittywas still hoping to avoid the fall out of telling Elric the truth. Shecontinued to delude herself into thinking that Elric might assume Kitty hadfallen in love yet again and chased that love around the world as she was proneto do, and no other questions would need asking, but… she also knew her fatherknew Kitty better than that. Kitty was fiercely loyal, and often a little tooreliant on her family, and as such, it just was not like her to avoid talkingwith them.

The clock struck five o’clock andthe family home would find one Catherine Francia in Elric’s master bedroom.Champagne glass in hand, listening to Pastyme wt good copanye, or more commonlyknown as The King’s Ballad on a pair of speakers she had dumped on her father’sbedside cabinet. The tall blonde pranced around his room, admiring herreflection in his mirrors. She wore one of Elric’s suits and a pair of her ownheals, the combination of which she was utterly in awe of.

“It’s still a little big thoughisn’t it Skippy?” Kitty crooned at her old cocker spaniel who sat on the cornerof the bed watching at her with tired eyes. The Vampiress posed in front of themirror, tossing the length of the suit jacket behind her and slipping her handinto the pants pocket as she admired her reflection. In her heals, Kitty stood fivefoot, eleven inches. She had made a bizarrely tall Tudor woman when the averageheight for women had been five foot, five inches. As a modern vampire, Kittyfelt she better suited, even more reason to be grateful to Elric; for grantingher the opportunity to live in a world where a woman like her could exist withoutpersecution. Vampire hunting aside.

“I think I look rather handsomethough, don’t you think… père?” she used the French word for father then,because it was the first language besides English Elric and Kitty had used tocommunicate with one another.

Elric knew immediately when someone new was in his house. He used his vampiric speed to get to his room only to revert back to human speed after seeing his daughter in his room. “Dégoûtant que... dog...” Elric made a face seeing the dog on his bed and quickly shooed it off his bed. “All that heel and still my pants touch the ground because you are not tall enough. But in a more fitted suit yes you would.” Elric gave Kitty the compliment she wanted. He pulled off his own coat and folded it putting it on the bed seat.

“It is good to see you again Catherine.” Elric sat down on the bed seat looking at the daughter he had not seen in a while. “Imagine my surprise when I was told you left and more so when I had to receive gifts and letters.” Elric didn’t want to go into how dearly he missed his daughter when she’d basically cut them off with radio silence. Instead of coming out and just asking where she’d been all these years he instead grabbed the champagne bottle and made a face.

“I see you’ve taken the liberty of raiding my wine cellar.” Elric rarely used the cellar but he felt the need to create one when it first became popular and adding a trap door in the pantry had been fun. It also doubled as a bomb shelter and the walls almost made it like a dungeon. The add-on had been worth the money he’d spent on it. “I suppose you did not come back just to raid my home,” Elric mused setting the bottle down once more. “What do you require Catherine?”

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What relationship cliché do you think is true?

"Most of them, they are cliches for a reason."

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Worst part of being a vampire?

"The unquenching thirst for something more than what you will ever be or have. Oh, my dear, there is no downside."

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What is your pop culture guilty pleasure?

“The bachelor. Specifically the bachelor, none of those spin offs on islands and while I can be tempted with the bachelorette, the bachelor is my favorite.”

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Do you have any favorite books?

“Is it too self centered to say my own?”

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Do you watch, read, or listen to the news?

“What makes you think I do not? I tend to read my news, old habits die hard.”

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What’s the strangest adult film category you’ve ever searched for?

“Occult, I had to know if there were things about witches the way there are about vampires. Seems there are... I also searched ahegao since it had become popular, that seemed weird as well.”

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What’s the worst food you ever tried at a restaurant?

“All food plays a second fiddle to the only thing that satisfies me these days. But I did have some pasta that tasted awful, it had this green stuff called pesto. Ugh, wet soggy leaves.”

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sangetfer·:

“Compliment” the witch simply stated and it was firmly meant as one. Each piece he had was grand and worth just as much if not more. Historical and still quite like himself rather timeless. The modern redoing was still quite on point when it would be finished. With the point of his finger eyes and then her person moved to the desk to begin looking over the stack of papers. Like a seasoned strategist and tactician; a lawyer worth her salt and commission this would be attacked efficiently and gone over quite thoroughly.

“Then with your concerns of wanting to keep your assets your own we should review the museum agreement as most institutions are becoming quite how should I phrase this - sticky - when it comes to what happens to any piece they take into their possession finding loopholes to circumvent ownership and claim artifacts belong to a certain public and may even state that they can be repatriated to your country of origin. Coming out of the coffin has made my life busy and other have been just as busy finding ways to find ways around the new laws in place” Verena sighed gently. “Including these in your estate and will we can do once we review this first. Do you have any plans to change the succession in your will or will that too remain the same? Have you considered ever purchasing the publishing company out of curiosity?”

“Thank you.” Elric nodded watching the lawyer carefully knowing she wanted to put things together quickly. It wasn’t his first contract nor would it be his last so he was decent at knowing what to ask for and what to look for in his contracts. It was a product having done so many.

“That is annoying.” He sighed knowing this is why he carefully looked over museum contracts and it was why he owned a museum. “Funny they would try to give it back to the people when I bought it when it was new.” Hopefully, the museum contract he was given would not try to take away his furniture, he might want to use it again someday. “Succession will remain the same,” the next question puzzled Elric. He’d never thought of buying the publishing company, somehow being his own boss or making his own contracts seemed out of the scope of reality. “I wouldn’t have a conflict of interest in trying to buy the company? Or one wouldn’t come up when I am trying to publish my own books?”

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beauxmccallum·:

“Fortunately, I understand and speak French.  I spent several years in France, because it was one of the few countries that allowed me to exist despite my skin tone.”  He said in a serious tone.  Life was not easy for people who looked like him for centuries.  “Well, my love has always been history.  Especially exploration, currently I am reading about Shackleton and Henry Morton Stanley.  In addition, I do find the Zulus to be fascinating, I often reason about them and the wars that took place.”

The male nodded, “why would my beliefs have faded?  Although we lost the war, the sentiment is still there.”  He responded, curious about the other male’s intrigue.  “It is just merely odd, we were enemies at one point in time.  And you do not strike me as someone who wants to be friendly with someone without something in return.  Please do not take offense to my words, just merely an observation.”

Elric held his tongue with much difficulty given Beau’s comment. “History is your passion and yet you don’t ask me about mine, I am hurt.” Elric put a hand to his own chest faking being hurt for a moment. “Zulus? South Africa? My, I don’t think I actually have ever made it that south. Although I have spent time in other areas of the world.” The list of places Elric hadn’t been was much smaller than the places he’d been. It was very surprising that of all the places Beau mentioned Elric hadn’t actually been there. He’d been on his way to visit South Africa years ago but sidetracked in the pink city of India.

“That is surprising,” Elric mumbled softly trying not to start a fight with the other. “Especially given your comment about why you were in France. My beliefs have not changed, I still value every life.” Although the war was about many things Elric still held one reason for the war very dear. It was the true reason behind the war as it was, people could dress the pig however they saw fit, but it was still a pig. “You’re right, I do tend to be nice to people in case they ask me for a favor so I may get something in return. However, I am old. I much rather have many friends than none at all. My hope is that you will be my friend so that when I meet my untimely true death my prodigies have protection during their time of grief. I have spent years running from something I wasn’t sure existed and now that I am here I have decided not to move again. I fear because I will not move... I may meet the true death.”

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darlingdianajones·:

As Diana studied the other man further, there was something in her gut that seemed to pull and twist as if it were possessed. There was something about this man, something in him that resonated deeply with her…She knew him. This seemed impossible, of course, but she knew she knew him from somewhere. His presence, the way he carried himself, and his eyes…those eyes…

Diana snapped back to the present when he finished speaking, not even realizing that she’d zoned out so badly. “Wait!” she retorted a little to loudly and a little too quickly, causing her entire face to turn completely crimson underneath the mask. The sudden heat proved to be too much, and she cleared her throat as she took it off, revealing her full face. “Sorry, umm, I’d be happy to help on either front, the furniture hunting and telling Nik someone called upon him. I’m just afraid I don’t know who you are, sir.” she explained, taking her pink gloves off as she did so and shoving them in her pocket. 

“I’m Diana, Diana Jones. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” she continued, extending a delicate, pale hand towards the other with her signature southern politeness and bright white smile.

Elric turned back around a bit surprised at the sudden exclamation. Watching the woman taking off her mask Elric felt himself resisting the urge to lick his lips. It was always a bit enticing seeing someone blush. “Oh, Nik will know who called upon him.” Elric chuckled turning fully back to face the woman excited about the prospect of staying and getting some thoughts on his furniture. “People call me Elric Francia.” He resisted the urge to bow as he took her hand and lifted it kissing the back of her hand and letting it go gently.

There were many scents over the years that Elric did not forget. The smell of someone else’s blood was one of them. He’d been busy and not offered the gift he’d given others and yet here she was, fate seemed to be playing more and more into his life it seemed. “The pleasure is mine.” He responded making sure not to look too intently at the woman he remembered. “It would probably be easier for you to give an opinion if you’ve been to my house, although I suppose photos will have to do. Either way, you will be having to use your imagination to picture things.”

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fxngsout·:

“I guess that’s true,” he honestly didn’t see himself turning a bunch of people, he would probably only do it if it was a life and death situation, “So, that means you know him?” he wasn’t exactly surprised, he figured that vampire that were that old, knew each other. The weren’t that many of them after all, that he knew of anyway.

“I hope I never have a midlife crisis,” he laughed, he never felt how it was, but it didn’t really seem to be fun, “Oh, so you probably paid a lot of attention to the sky, I don’t know if I would have noticed that even if I was old,” he barely looked at the sky, and when he did, it was usually during a date. Stargazing was very romantic.

“Not as well as you might think.” Elric gave a smile, his personality made it hard to stay around other vampires other than his own. He wanted to nest and keep family close but other vampires tended to be a bit more solitary. There was also the fact that Elric liked to travel so his nest had to come with him and other vampires didn’t tend to want to move as much as he did.

“I’m sure you’ll have at least one although it will just be a life crisis. Since how will you know if it is the middle of your life or not?” Elric questioned knowing the younger vampire would now think about that often. “I spent a lot of my life in the darkness because there were no daylight charms. It was one of the first things I noticed a true change.”

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nikwashere·:

“This isn’t exactly a hobby i took up out of my own free will.” Nik reminded the elder, admiring the tree. It was a beautiful thing, yet plants never held his interest long enough to see them get to this stage of beauty. “Is Zen gardening the little sand box with a rake? Not interesting in that. I’d rather build giant sand castles than rake sand.”

Nik grabbed the box and ran it outside with a quick speed. “One of the men I was embalming today had The Creation of  Adam tattooed across his back. That was pretty cool. I’ve also been looking into more natural alternatives to human burial. There are some small companies that offer ways for the body to decompose naturally in wooden creates before giving the dirt back to the loved ones. In some parts of Tibet they take their dead to the tops of mountains to let the deceased decompose naturally among the elements. There are even ways of having a more organic but still mainstream funeral service without all the chemicals but still plot in a cemetery. I doubt that any of it would catch on around here though.”

He followed behind Elric like a teenager babbling on about his favourite topic as they heed into the kitchen. Since his decision to work for funeral homes to always have access to blood, he had become quite fascinated with death and the various ways it was dealt with around the world. “I can always eat.”

“Zen gardening is usually done in an actual garden. The small gardens are a more western thing because of the idea of not having a backyard. Zen gardens were initially created so monks would have a place to meditate. It is why my own garden is the way it is.” Elric explained the zen gardens. He had merged two styles in his own backyard, he wanted rocks and trees and it to be green but also minimalistic, Elric didn’t enjoy the idea of having sand because sand got everywhere.

The creation of Adam made Elric pause and look at Nik. “Michelangelo, he was very talented and tended to be very solitary unlike most people of that age.” Listening to Nik continue Elric gave a few nods at the mentions of other cultures’ burials. “There are a few companies that will bury you in the sea. You would become a part of a coral reef if that is something you are interested in.”

“At least I do not have to worry about you for that then. Did you want something anyway? I have a decanter of a vegan priest in the fridge who will be going bad soon.” Elric had spent a bit of money to acquire the decanter but someone he’d talked to described the man as the best he’d ever had. Elric hadn’t been as impressed.