MERCILESS

BLOOD WAS OUR INHERITANCE

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independent, private, canon-divergent talon from league of legends, cherished by chimes established in 2016

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an investigation into; never being enough, the differences between living and survival, saving your own skin, finding self worth in an indifferent world, the sins of the father, betrayals, sibling rivalries, lies & secrets & riddles & questions without answers, being a better weapon than a person, & just how far down curiosity can lead you.

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(CW: violence, knives, bladed weapons, killing, parental abuse, general dark themes) ( this is the main blog to most of my other league rp accounts, follows from here. the list to them all is linked above. )

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your assassins caught vampirism sorry, yeah its gonna be all of them.

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the other two are taking so long to design so here's soreana

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chibi vampire talon and marcus 🦇

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i was doodling talon being illiterate because that's one of my favorite headcanons

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🗡 i have a post in talon drafts thats like 'in another universe im not a burden to be loved.' etc etc which im flip flopping between rbing because it fits how talon struggles with finding a place to be comfortable in within all verses but the issue is that, its not really the mindset talon would have.

like if talon heard the 'in another life- ' saying they would be against it because, what about this life? what about the real me who is here and real and dealing with this shit' and has always had to think of the here and now. the only time they think in 'what ifs' is with what they could have done differently/better, but not really envisioning a version of themself that did everything perfect, but aspiring to be that. to not make any mistakes anymore. so maybe 'if i was perfect i wouldnt be a burden' would fit better.

this is of course when talon realises that being loved is something theyre missing but thats smth else entirely.

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🗡 listing everything i want to draw/write thats rp related and to hopefully actually begin chipping away at things i actually want to work on....

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are you sure you'll find answers out of orbit

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what do you think it is?

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Kayn can hear the beat of their heart, can taste their fear on the air as clearly as if it was his own, but that is not enough to rouse his suspicions. Everyone's hearts beat a little faster in his presence — guards stand up a little straighter and the acrid scent of fear tinges the air. If he were to execute everyone who was afraid in his presence, he would run out of good soldiers very quickly. No, it's best to be a little bit afraid of him — it would be more suspicious if they weren't.

Every syllable out of their mouth is like the liquid gold he craves so much. He hangs off of every word. Kayn has always known that he was destined for more than serving as a soldier under a leader too craven to do what must be done. Even now, ruling over galaxies that Jarvan couldn't begin to fathom, Kayn believes that the universe has more in store for him. More ora, more power, more gilt and glory than even what he has now. It makes sense that an Order in another galaxy has their eyes on him.

He grins, thin and toothy, and only then does he realise he's leaned forward in his throne. Be it the ripple of fear or the stranger's story, something has captured Kayn's attention.

Still, impulsive though he may be, Kayn wouldn't have gotten this far by trusting the words of every stranger who sought to please him, especially those with honey so readily on their tongue. He leans back, crosses one leg over the opposite knee, gilt boot glinting in the light. The great powers of the galaxy are watching him. If that is true...

"If you've been watching me, you know that I'm not known for chasing stories across the universe. Have you brought something to prove the veracity of your claim?" His tongue drags over his teeth, hungry for further wealth and knowledge. "How can I be certain you come from such a galaxy...?" Not to mention, of course, that his subjects don't usual gain an audience without a gift.

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This was not the first time Talon had felt they were looked upon with hungry eyes. Leaving skin prickling and muscles tense, it wasn't something they would ever grow complacent to. But behind those teeth there was still something human. Or at least, something more relatable, than the indifference from an embodiment of nothingness.

"Of course," Talon replies, a short breath pushed out upon realising they were not dead, yet. Posture straightens as they stayed kneeling, and they wonder bitterly how far through the summoning process they would be executed. A palm held before their chest opens as a four-pointed, blue object apparates, sparkling as it spun on it's longest points. Bringing their other hand above it, Talon focuses, fingers locking from strain. This part never came to them as gracefully as some other members of their order. But before too long, the object evolved into a deep, glowing sphere of space. With a sigh of relief, fingers continued into other poses as hands moved around the floating sphere, and a framework of golden rings appears just as suddenly, until the construction was complete. The blue sphere was no bigger than the stargazer's palm, but the object is brought up, hovering above their gloved hand.

"This celestial globe is both a model and window of the entire universe. Given you know the coordinates, and possess the means to activate it, you may look upon anywhere, you wish to view." Moving their hand forward, the globe floats up toward the Emperor. Given a hand to land on, it would gently fall into his grip, it's rings halting in their rotation, and continuing to hold the cool orb in suspension. Talon would learn the level of technology and magic of this universe eventually, hopefully sooner rather than later, so they watch expectantly for their main audience's reaction. "Will you allow a demonstration, your Majesty?"

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"Oh, yeah. I guess we're..." Ezreal lifts up the small bag of things he bought, "kinda done with errands, huh?" Not that he had any errands, but he'd followed Talon along for theirs and figured he could grab a few things too. He stands rooted on the spot, like Talon had forbade him to take another step and not simply stated their intention to go home now, thank you very much, and looks a lot more lost than Ezreal normally does. "That's cool! I mean, yeah, of course you wanna go home. You've probably got lots to do, ahah..."

Scratching the side of his neck, Ezreal glances back down the street the way they'd come, as if contemplating the route he'll take home and what he'll get up to on the journey. "And I've got. Stuff. I need to do too, like..." A pause that's too long that ends in Ezreal gesturing vaguely at the street, "you know. Yeah. So, uh... I guess I'll see you around sometime." And the only thing that would make him look sadder if is the sky opened up and doused him with rain on the spot, or a truck drove by and soaked him in muddy water. "Yep."

"I should head home now."

Talon hadn't given the comment much thought, watching their phone screen to make sure they had gotten to everything they had listed as needing to get. An overall successful trip out, even finishing before they were completely drained from such a loud, bustling environment. When they finally peel eyes away from the small screen, they notice Ezreal's posture. He looked like he'd just been given devastating news.

Thinking of what they would do once back in their terribly humble abode makes features scrunch together with a resonating 'hm.' There was always something they should be getting to, in theory, but it wasn't exactly a fully scheduled day. And by the sounds of it, their errand buddy didn't have much planned either. But they already figured that out, given he had willingly chosen to do boring shopping with them. It wasn't like when Talon would be dragged out of the house to go shopping with their sisters.

"Well," They begin, shoulders rising, like the next words were about to be painful to speak aloud. It wouldn't be as bad as seeing Ezreal be so downtrodden. It was almost like he enjoyed their company or something, and didn't want to stop hanging out. "Do you think you could give me a lift?" They tense, ready and waiting to see what kind of reaction he would have. Realising Ezreal might read into it the wrong way immediately and think of it as some kind of invitation, they quickly tack on an additional; "-To my block." Yeah, they were already regretting asking.

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Talon has a motorcycle license and a bike - rewards for their continued hard work in gymnastics from their father - that they don't ride, or moreso, don't have access to at this time. In their attempt to have a low profile with the scandals overhead, the bike has been left in storage back at the Du Couteau estate.

When they did drive, all of the safety equipment was present, and they're one of the safest and aware drivers on the bike. On busy roads. Their bike is a sleek sports model that was kept in perfect condition, and now is kept under a cover in one the estate's garages. When Talon visits home, they make the excuse of working on the bike's upkeep to sneak away from interactions.

At the very least, it helped landing the delivery gig easier, having the license. Even if they ride around in a scooter closer to a bicycle than anything with real power behind it.

Talon dreams of one day getting to drive down a long, empty road, as fast as possible. Driving away from all of their troubles.

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Fighting Stats

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"Mind?" The question seems to linger on her thoughts when one is turned to her. She seems to halt her work. Plasma and dust trails form long, flowing pigtails that bounce around as the painter of stars shifted around her workshop. "I never thought about it much! But you have been so quiet up until now that I figured; had I not said anything you'd just keep watching in silence. So I don't mind your presence much!" She admitted, a smile makes the star-freckles on her face upwards.

Unlike her fellow Cosmic Entities, she was wearing something less grand and splendid. Something more... homely. Like a turtleneck sweater with dungarees; the pouch of which was stuffed with tools and materials necessary to create.

This was her atelier, a space solely her own. Despite the cosmic scale, it resembled a room. With nebulas forming fairy lights above her head while she paced on a carpet of star clusters. Gathering a handful of- something to be sprinkled across the universe that was her canvas.

Once more, the painter giggles as the cosmos and her newly created picture dim and light up in synch with her voice. "You're very kind, little observer." She turns, slowly hunching over to get a better look at them. No matter how small she tried to make herself seem, she would always tower over the other. So unfathomable was her size; when one fully considered her being. From the planets used as beads to keep her hair tied up; to the brush made out of connected stars.

"I am Jhin, a painter!" She giggled again, this time a little more... naughty. "Though Her Majesty would severely disagree with such a simple title. But I don't need anything grand to label my work."

"I do what I love!" She spoke with such emotion that this slice of the galaxy turned a softer pink-hue, which she was quick to capitalize on. Rising to full height and dipping her brush in the colors, twirling the brush to create a gap and reveal a darker shade underneath, which she began brushing out and spreading across her 'canvas.'

Despite not looking at them any longer, she resumed her work, drawing out and spreading colors. "Tell me your name, little observer!"

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The Stargazer hadn't given much thought to consider what a cosmic entity may look like, enchanted by the work of her brush and the celestial creation in its wake. Caught on the note that their presence wasn't scorned, the humanity uncannily scaled to cosmic levels is accepted easily when it was so polite and welcoming to them. Beneath her gaze it felt impossible to look away, from the very stars looking back at them as they floated in that space.

As Jhin returns to her work, countless lightyears away from their projected location, Talon blinks down to the control at their wrist, its golden mechanisms understanding it's users intent and beginning to rotate at every angle. Circles and runes of starlight are summoned beneath them in the observatory, as the space they watched is moved around them. Travelling like a comet across the atelier, until they came to a gentle rest at the painter's shoulder level.

"It's Talon." They pause, knowing what they wish to divulge next about themself, their role in the threads of reality, but some lingering fear pulls them back. It must just be their infinitesimal place in this situation. "I am part of the Stargazer Order. It is far more than an honour to meet you and witness your work, Jhin the Painter." They remember paragraphs between volumes that spoke of mythos and legends of countless spheres that believed the cosmos was ruled by a court of some kind. Was there any other record of such an encounter in their order's library? Recording these findings as evidence to such a claim was far from their mind. Not while they watched existence and matter swirl into place upon her creative whims. How could this work be called anything else but grand when it was so...

"How do you even begin to create matter and light into something so incredible?"

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It takes a lot to surprise Kayn these days. He can be caught off guard, as when a Templar who is meant to be dead turns up miraculously not, or when an intergalactic bounty hunter manages to snatch the artefact he was seeking out from under his nose. He can feel delight when one of his gladiators fights better than expected, extending their life for a few extra minutes, or hours. Maybe even weeks, if they are particularly entertaining to watch. But he rarely feels surprised.

Of all the things he expected to hear out of this stranger's mouth, that was near the bottom of the list.

The Ora Gate. He has made no secret of his search for it. He has searched for it in the screams of his victims, and in their stubborn silence in the moments before their death. He sought it in the silent mouth of the Oracle, before she was whisked away. And now, staring him in the face in his own throne room, is someone who is offering to assist him.

How unexpected.

Kayn leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His guards, alert to his ever-changing whims, glance at him for instruction. He waves them down, indicates that they should let his guest stand unimpeded by their weapons.

He must not show how their words have excited him. Kayn beckons them, heart pounding in his chest. "Approach," he commands. "And tell me more of your... objective."

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Ruffled fabric is smoothed back into place as shoulders release their tension, with the ends of blades no longer an immediate threat. Head bowed with respect, Talon approaches the throne and its occupier with barely an echo of footsteps in the daunting silence. Their short journey is long enough to stress over every word they had planned, all gleaned from the notions of what the terrors demanded of them.

"'Great change will come to the cosmos, when the heavens are unlocked.' This was foretold, and I am here to see it is so." Their throat feels constricted as they chose their tones carefully to regale a fable brought to life - one they had wished once to be said earnestly - begging that the Emperor did not somehow know their true intentions. Talon pushes onward, now standing a weapons length from the throne. "The Order from which I originate is not from your galaxy, but we watch and read the stars for all they can tell us, and all they know of existence," A sliver of truth between the lies, "And for as much as we watch, for too long we have not acted..." Bubbling frustration is given a moment to simmer, and Talon continues after a breath, "Your reign, and your search, must be connected to this fate."

A golden poleyn meets the throne room floor as the Stargazer kneels before him, and a gloved hand grasps at the gem engraved into their brooch. Even through their layered outfit, they felt the telltale beat of fearing for their life. And as blindfolded eyes stare up at him, Talon hopes it cannot not heard. "Whatever you would ask of me, to prove my words or test my worth, I will gladly do so to see this thread of fate is strung."

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44 for Jhin and Talon

44) part ii - purity ring

The light rainfall distorts the visage of the full moon in the canal, pale yellow on the black canvas of the disturbed water. Brickwork and iron shone alike in the dim light of the dark, which made the warm light from within the church beckoning, to most. A bright warning, to creatures of the night.

And that was why Talon stood away the gate of the holy ground and at the banister blocking the road from the canal below, hood fulfilling its role well as they kept their cloak wrapped about their form to keep dry. And despite the winding roads with long shadows that could be obscuring anything, the vampire's attention is drawn to the nun who kept them company at this late hour. Besides them, instead of on the ground that granted safety. Without fear of what they were. "Sœur Jhin, I understand well what you are, now. What it is you aim to achieve."

Sharp nailed fingers snake around the iron of the fence as Talon went from leaning upon it, to holding it as they turn to face her properly. Even their cursed eyes move from the waterway below - where there was no reflection to meet them - to the robe ends and boots of their company.

"It is who, you are, which eludes me still. And for our foreseeable relations, trust and understanding would be beneficial." Lashes draw back as their sight finally rises to her face, and their other hand is pulled from the dry safety of their cloak, to be offered to her with palm outstretched.

"Don't you agree?"

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🦇 vampire verse dot points in no real formatting and loose grouping:

Talon started out as a vampire hunter trainee, I have the idea that theres/there was like an institute that trains up hunters to fight against vampires ig. they did well in training and even killed a few low/mid-tier level vampires/thralls.

Marcus is patron of the infamous du couteau vampire family, and is known to target hunters who pose as a threat. maybe the institute hears hes in the area and sends out squads to try and find him but anyone sent out to gets destroyed. talon is also sent.

talon doesn't get caught off guard immediately and puts up a good fight against him in combat so marcus is impressed by their skills. they even land a blow on him but its not anything lethal. eventually talon gets bested but marcus gives them the option to become a vampire and train under him, and not wanting to die, they agree.

When talon is dragged in brought to the estate none of the other du couteaus are exactly happy to hear marcus wants to train a hunter, but he keeps them locked up/starved of blood until they cannot pose a threat of killing any of them and has to do as marcus says...

I want to keep most of the du couteau lore in this too, like talon attempting to assassinate kat on marcus orders after a botched job got others killed. soreanas poisoning (im like 80% certain this was swains doing and what makes marcus want to kill him in canon and swain can be another vampire lord mhmhm) cassio getting cursed, kat and talon fighting and talon getting a scar... Marcus dissapearing… talon looking for him, I haven't decided yet but he either was going to find who tried to assassinate soreana but dissapeared half way through the investigation, or follows a more similar path of the kat comic. Regardless in his absence, Talon will have to help in the vampire courts with soreana weakened and cassiopeia cursed while she isn't ready to be seen by the public.

Talon is torn between wanting to find Marcus, making use of their newfound freedom without him by fleeing, trying to bring down all of vampire society, or become as strong as they can within it. and they also need to keep hunters from killing them. no rest for the wicked etc.

Marcus resides with his wife soreana, and their two daughters katarina and cassiopeia. most likely they have a few accommodations they will move to now and then to keep hidden/to attend vampire events. They are all 'pure'/full blooded vampires and partake in vampire society.

Marcus focuses on fighting the hunters and will take contracts to hunt specific hunters, protect other vampires, or even take out other vampires (allegedly). he also trains over vampires in combat/using their powers and mentors them and gets them to do some work against threats to vampires or specifically the du couteaus. He aimed to destroy all vampire hunters at one point but with his age he knows they are just a way of nature. Getting rid of the larger hunter institutions might give him a break for a few decades though...

Soreana focuses a lot more on the politics of vampire society and their influence on the mortal world. making sure the du couteau name is known and respected, and that the family has a hand in decisions. making family allies, sabotaging enemies, and getting inside intel on who might be causing trouble or is weaker than they appear. not sure when ill add it to the timeline but also want to keep the poisoning assassination attempt on her in this verse

Katarina follows marcus' path in fighting hunters, but is reckless in his eyes. he is struggling to keep her obedient to his orders which is making him resent her.

Cassio follows in soreanas steps, and if not by her side at events/courts she is finding out things her way. relishes the most in the family wealth and fashion of the family. I would like to keep some form of her curse in this too but i will keep it more vague atm...

Marcus trains talon personally instead of sending them to the like. bunks that he might have other vampires he trains because he wants to + doesn't want them lashing out at other vampires and killing them and breaks their spirit to be more obedient to him.

Talon's idea after being made a vampire is to gain loyalty and bide their time until they can betray marcus, but then they form loyalty through fear (being kept prisoner) and getting praise (rewarded with blood the thing they need to survive when they do what he says)… and eventually learning from him and never feeling like they're stronger than him specifically, even if they learn everything he teaches them and gets more control of their vampire powers. forming that strange fatherly, mentor, but still captor and master vampire bond, and marcus seeing them as someone that he brought into the vampire world and is training up...

talon can have an affinity for rats and bats (undesired at the beginning) in which rats do their bidding.. can maybe do more if they learn. maybe like rat possession, hearing/looking through the creature's eyes... bat transformation/teleportation/flight? And also that their arm can become a monstrous gauntlet.

Marcus' training would take a decade or two so talon has been a vampire for a few decades, turned in early/mid twenties so they're around around 70/80 now. still fairly new to vampire society as most of their time as spent chained up and then busy with harsh training.

I gotta decide on what kind of vampires with blood i wanna go with but. talon wants to survive and be strong more than not drink blood. they'd moreso drink at vampire events, drink the blood of hunters that are trying to get them, but would get anyone who was isolated if they were desperate enough, though they won't go on complete rampages. Even if there is a group of hunters who corner them, they will only take out who they need to, to escape. Also marcus made talon drink blood as a way to get them to do as he said, to be more dependent on him and easier to control.