Oct 21, 2024
listen if you are a member of the volturri coven and you are allowed to join caius in his little torture chamber and play with your food then you have made it
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listen if you are a member of the volturri coven and you are allowed to join caius in his little torture chamber and play with your food then you have made it
where. dealer's choice, hehe who. @caixsc
"A strigoi," the name was said with a little displeasure, if only because the last strigoi that had been within his life, had been that of his sire. Dorian had sought the cure, had twisted his life into that of which nestled itself between human and vampire. He had outlived the years that had been granted to him, had denied the chance to become a vampire once more. "All you have to do is say the word, you know? Give you a taste of my blood, grant you the chance to be in a better bloodline."
Caius is one of the three ancient leaders of the Volturi. He was born around 1300 BC, and at some point became a vampire in the Dacian Guard. He was born at least a century before Aro and was transformed into a vampire in his late 30s. He met Athenodora after running afoul in the Romanian, then Dacian coven, and they began traveling together as a bonded pair, later becoming married. When they came across Aro, he was quite taken of the vampire’s ambitious and long-ranged plans of domination. By the time they met, Aro had already formed the Volturi coven with a talented young vampire named Marcus. Caius was immediately attracted to the idea of joining forces with the gifted vampires. Though Caius had no psychic gift, Aro was drawn to his ambition and passionate capacity to hate; which was a great potential for manipulation in what could be both a weakness and a strength.
Some 2000 years before ago, he was nearly killed in a fight with a werewolf, which prompted him to hunt them to near extinction. He also took part in the extermination of the immortal children and cleaning up after the Southern vampire wars, making sure that newborn armies and their creators were destroyed.
Caius is very ambitious and can easily be considered the cruelest of all three leaders, and is seen as never extending mercy to anyone. Whenever the opportunity presents itself, he advocates for the most aggressive methods of handling situations, and is usually in favor of executions. He is always at the head of any punitive missions, much to his pleasure. He is also known for being sadistic, and enjoys watching Jane torture offenders of his coven’s laws before they are executed.
Plots with Caius can be found here.
@balladofthenight may now meet with the Duchess.
The cool night upon which the first frost in Ionia’s capital found Karma walking alone, against the better judgement of her fellows. Heated breath blew from her in billows of true smoke; the dark alleyway lit only by the light of her burning eyes. Silence deeper and darker than the night itself permeated as she walked, even her steps failing to make the slightest noise. Truly, she felt, here is where worlds meet. A hand rose to her heart as she stopped short, the beat of her chest suddenly racing as her mind’s eye took her to a place and time far from her own.
In this place lies nothing but snow, sky gray and ambiguous and obscured by the blistering white winds. Where howling of the tempest would be expected is no noise except the soft crunch of snow beneath the Duchess’s winter boots. For the first time in her life, the cold is so bitter and harsh, that even her fire within cannot keep it from biting her. She huddles up upon herself and breathes a puff of green flame, attempting to disperse a bit of warmth in the air around her. Karma’s lungs fill quickly with the icy air, strategy failing spectacularly. A sight goes out from her, defeated as she trudges on in this timeless sliver of dimension.
In the distance stands a dark, looming figure -- not a spirit, says her soul, but no more a man than a spirit would also be. She calls out to it, bowing to him as best as the cold will allow.
“ I seem to have entered your domain against my will. Forgive me my trespasses, and I would know your title, or your name! My home needs me. ”
