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[left [pic http://i63.tinypic.com/2iuqons.jpg]] [#696969 [i In the beginning, Red Hallow was funded by the supernatural aristocrats and royalty many centuries ago. A large and growing town for supernaturals to live among one another and away from the prying eyes of mortals and hunters of that time. A magical barrier was placed over the forest-covered town to shield them and often moved from place to place when needed. Overall it was a normal and peaceful town for many years.
However soon things flipped Red Hallow upside down and chaos began to rise within the once serene town. The child rate spiked within the town. These children, however, were not of pure blood. They were the first ever Hybrids. Thought to be at first a more powerful being of destruction that soon proved to be the opposite. Unpure blood as they were called proved themselves to be a weaker species. Disgusted, the council began to point fingers, and thus the rivalry began.
Now present day, Red Hollow is still teeming with supernatural life. It is a dark place on no one's must-see vacation spot. Red Hollow is often avoided by nonsupernatural due to the high violence rate and the rising rebellion. Fall Hollow now stays in one place with no barrier for protection. The mortal population has begun to wander into Red Hallow - soon finding out its dark secrets. While the Red Hallow is ever changing there are a few things that have remained the same over the centuries. A social hierarchy stands - the hybrids being the inferior species - lower on the totem pole than even the humans. They blend in with the mortal society and are often hired to do undesirable jobs.
The species who rule in Red Hallow are truly fierce, some of the strongest and most formidable of foes. All of which are from pure-blooded lineage. These gangs include The Vampires, The Werewolves, The Shifters, The Witches, The Mermen, The Faeries and The Demons. With a deep set rivalry that goes back hundreds of years, each species sticks to their own. Often more than not hostile to one another. The romance or friendship between the species is considered as a taboo, something that is often punishable by death.]]
[b For peace, [#FF0000 blood]] [b will be spilled…]
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[h3 Theme Song]
[h4 If more information is needed about a specific race, notify me.]
[b Werewolf - Human]: Result in a weaker werewolf, Would only be able to shift on a full moon, smaller in size compared to a normal werewolf. High body temp, less of a sense of smell and hearing. Human lifespan.
[b Werewolf - Witch]: Results in a weaker werewolf, Would only be able to shift on a full moon, smaller size compared to a normal werewolf. Normal body temp, normal sense of smell and hearing, weak magical abilities. Human lifespan.
[b Werewolf - Merman]: Moderate strength werewolf, Not able to shift into a werewolf, Can grow fins only when exposed to salt water. Normal body temp heightened smell and hearing. 200-year lifespan.
[b Faerie - Human]: Results in weaker faerie, Only tattooed wings - nonusable, limited elemental magic that may or may not work on command. 150-year lifespan.
[b Faerie - Witch]: Moderate strength faerie, Wings can be animated by magic to work for a short period of time. One heightened element, weak non-elemental magic. A 1000 year lifespan.
[b Faerie - Merman]: Moderate strength faerie, Very small wings that allow extra speed when swimming but useless for flying, excels in water element magic. Very charming innocent looking creatures. A 2000 year lifespan.
[b Shifter - Human]: Results in weak shifter, Only able to shift into one animal, less of a sense of smell and hearing. Human lifespan.
[b Shifter - Witch]: Moderate strength shifter, Also called a familiar, strongest when bonded to a witch. Can shift into a small animal , Moderate magical abilities. Human lifespan.
[b Shifter - Merman]: Moderate strength shifter, Can shift into water animals, moderate sense of smell and hearing. Can hold breath underwater for up to an hour. 200-year lifespan
[b Demon - Witch]: Results in weaker demon, possess higher level earth and fire elemental magic. Can feed off negative energy or food. Often have small horns. 700-year life span
[b Demon - Merman]: Moderate strength demon, low-level elemental magic. Often very mischievous and have slight power over persuasion. A1500 year lifespan
[b Demon - Shifter]: Moderate strength demon, has the ability to shift into a hellhound, possesses low fire elemental magic. Feeds on human food. 200-year lifespan
[b Demon - Werewolf]: Moderate strength demon, has the power to shift into a demon wolf - very temperamental and volatile in that state. Very charming and manipulative. Feeds on human food. 200-year lifespan
[b Werewolf - Faerie]: Moderate strength werewolf, Smaller than most werewolves, has limited elemental magic, Moderate lifespan. 200-year lifespan
[b Werewolf - Shifter]: Moderate strength werewolf, Can shift into wolf-sized mammals - through a wolf is the easiest. Moderate body temp heightened hearing and smell. Human lifespan.
[b Faerie - Shifter]: Moderate strength faerie, Fully functioning wings, lower level elemental magic. Can talk to animals. 500-year lifespan.
[b Faerie - Demon]: Moderate strength faerie, Fully functioning wings, often has tiny horns. Moderate elemental magic can blend into the darkness. Low lifespan. Dark magic needed at birth. 4000-year life span
[h3 Character Creation]
[b Appearance: Realistic drawings/paintings or Anime only]
[i " A quote they live by "]
[u Flaws & Virtues]
[h3 Queen Valasca the Valiant]
[i " A Queen will always turn pain into power. "]
-[b Queen Valasca]
Valasca the Valiant
5 in Mermaid Years
Queen of the Sea
Owner of [i Lady Killers]
- The Sea
- Raw Fish
- People who are unjust
- Doubt or judges her base on her appearance
- Forced into marriage with the King
- Failure to her people
+ Strategic, Protective, Loyal
- Daring, Severe, Deadly
Valasca takes no prisoners; she takes nothing she does not need. She does not rule the Sea of Strength with frequency but instead with severity. Her people follow her because they fear her wrath, but also because they feel her love. She is not heartless, but she is austere, she is brutal, and she is not without humanity. The Sea of Strength chooses a new leader from preteen age, taking those with the best potential and bringing them together to train and receive the best education in the Seas.
Val was honored to be a part of this, but also angry. She had been taken away from her parents without the slightest notice and forced to spend an intolerable amount of time with the miserable king. He was not their best. No, King Kane was a brilliant man with an awful temper. He won many battles for his people, but his punishment was harsh if they suffered any form of defeat. He targeted the weak and made a show out of their pain. Valasca could not stand this.
One night after a surprise attack, Kane attempted to make an example of a young girl Valasca was very fond of, grabbing her by her hair and holding a blade to her cheek, screaming for all to look at the shame of her cuts and bruises she sustained in the fight. Everyone knew her as a kind girl, strong and quick-witted but still young and hesitant in battle. Val couldn’t stand to see the girl hurt. There was no real reason for it, just senseless torture, but no one else would dare stand against their king. So she did. She challenged the miserable old man to a fight, and… she won.
She was only fifteen , and every mer there turned their swords to the ground and bowed to their new queen. As Queen, she had many tests ahead of her. She had learned a lot from Kane, in more than one way. She had learned to be stern and confident, as he was, but also to be patient and guide her people to their potential, to help them overcome weakness and fear. The Sea is stronger than it has ever been, under her rule. Val declared war upon the people of Fall Hallow. She’d been formulating a plan ever since the witness of the greed and power of those on lands. Val had since opened a burlesque club, in hopes to lure mortals to their death.
[h3 Marcellus Rohn]
'You speak, so I thought you might have a decent level of intelligence, but alas, seems you are nothing more than a nuisance.'
Name: Marcellus Rohn
Age: Human form appears to be in his 30's, actual age somewhere in his 837,000's
Species: Inferno/Shadow Oni (demon)
Occupation: Owner of a large, Architecture Business
Likes: His mate/wife, being in charge, when things go his way
Dislikes: The other species that live in the town, coming home to an unhappy mate/wife , when others see themselves superior compared to him
Fears: Angelic/Holy items, losing his mate/wife, losing his business
Personality: Holds a 'professional' attitude, can become competitive with rivals, arrogant
History: A well known man among the people of Red Hallow, Marcellus was one of the few to help construct several of the buildings within the town.
In the depths of the hells, before he came to Red Hallow, he was a Demon Lord, whom ruled over a clan, Clan Rohn. His specific clan found themselves allied with a demonic dragon clan. As such, it was through them, that he found his mate/wife, Insidia.
Now they had come to the surface world, in hopes to find new territory for their Clan. Nearly everyone who works for Marcellus is part of his Clan. There are still ties below in the hells with them and himself.
As for the growing tensions in Red Hallow, Marcellus could care less, so long as business remains good and no one gets in his way.
Extra: Married/mate to Insidia
[h3 Insidia Rohn]
'What is this? I am expected to talk to those impure mutts? I would prefer simply devouring the lot of them and be done with it.'
Name: Insidia Rohn
Age: Human form appears to be in her early to mid 30's, actual age unknown
Species: Demonic Dragon
Likes: Darkness, the hoard (wealth) generated by her mate/husband, her pipe
Dislikes: Bright lights, any other species seeing them below her, when she can't find her pipe
Fears: Angelic/holy items, losing her mate/husband
Personality: An extremely laid-back woman, Insidia is almost to the point of being lazy
Like her mate, sees herself above the rest of all the other species that live in the town
History: Insidia is from Clan Kothar, a clan of extremely powerful Demon Dragons. Clan Rohn was allied with Clan Kothar, which in turn introduced the chance of her meeting Marcellus.
Insidia wasn't as keen as her mate to go to the surface world, but she supposed it wouldn't hurt. So she followed him, and soon found herself settled down in a giant mansion on the hill in Red Hallow.
Extra: Married/mate to Marcellus
[h3 Anara Tokesh]
"If you have to sneak to do it, lie to cover it up, or delete it to avoid being seen, then you probably shouldn’t be doing it. Unless you’re killing criminals, then it’s perfectly alright.”
Name: Anara Tokesh
Nickname: Twin Bladed Wolf
Title: She ain’t royalty, so she ain’t got no title.
Species: She’d be a shifting werewolf if I ever saw one.
Occupation: Kills criminal as a side job. No one would ever suspect a smith running a smithy of killing criminals.
Likes: She does like eating the rawest meat possible while sitting at home which is attached to her pride and joy of a smithy. For a werewolf, has a weird fondness for flowers.
Dislikes: She don’t like anyone messing with her smithy, there even be a warning sign a hanging at the entrance. Definitely hates any meat cooked above medium-rare
Fears: Doesn’t want to deal with the day when she wakes up and her home and smithy have been erased out of existence. In werewolf form, she most definitely fears any anti-werewolf things and doesn’t want to wake up somewhere public and naked.
Personality: One heck of an ingenious smith, coupled with a determination to see things through the end as well as being an able sneak.
Although being a loner means she is quite alone and vulnerable if targeted by a large group. Coupled with her intolerance for such groups and rash decisions concerning those types of groups, it makes for one volatile mix of a werewolf.
History: One can always spin the tale of a brave, lone adventurer walking over mountains, through forests, or whatever geographical landmark adventurers like to walk on, in, or through on a quest to slay some werewolves to save a village and getting bit in the process. But in her case, such a tale would be far from the truth. For the truth was quite simple, a human girl raised by two human parents and then getting bit in the ass by a werewolf which caused this little girl to become an outcast amongst humans. Forced to wander alone, this little girl almost vanished from existence until a kind and helping werewolf found her on the brink of death. This werewolf was an old one, and looking for someone to take over his smithy. He taught the little girl, who grew throughout the years to become a mature adult, everything there was to know about smithing any weapon or armor piece as well as how to be a werewolf.
As to this little girl’s, now a mature adult running the smithy while taking care of the invalid werewolf also became a sort of vigilante. Every now and then the dead body of a criminal, whether it be simple thievery or full blown murder, would be found laying somewhere in the street alleyways with twin swords around a wolf’s head traced into the forehead.
This was Anara’s story. Now she runs the smithy ship all alone because her old benefactor had peacefully passed away. While it’s not usually busy, the business is running.
Extra: English is usually an understandable language, that is until you add a heavy Scottish accent and then people have an ear sore deciphering the words.
[h3 Jairus da Ville Jr]
The vampire is an outsider. He's the perfect metaphor for those things. He's someone who looks human and sounds human, but is not human, so he's always on the margins."
- Anne Rice
Jairus da Ville Jr.
C.E.O of Cryptic Co.
Wine, Felines, Human Blood, Winter
Unnecessary Violence, Animal Blood, Hot Temperatures
~ Company going under
~ His own death
Arrogant x Over-confident x Egoistical
Loyal - Hardworking - Patient
The da Ville family has been around for centuries. Or that is what his father always told him. There's even a history book about their legacy. A very proud family of pureblood vampires. They are known for their strict morals and certain rules they live by. Majority of the vampire race respects them and have become followers of the family name. What makes them likable is they aren't as picky as other pureblood families; they will take in strays and newborns to teach them the way on how to live. They feed from humans, yes, but only ones that willingly offer their blood to them. They pay donors and such, sometimes to donate their blood to those who don't like to feed from the source.
Jairus, the only heir to the family name, definitely takes after his father in means of personality and how he carries himself. He inherited some of his mother's features, mostly in the face. He lives away from his family, in a second home they own. His father decided to step-down as his role of C.E.O and passed it down to him. He took on this role at a young age while still studying. Somehow his parents were strict about his education. He knows the meaning of hardwork.
Now an adult, he has become quite the bachelor - so to speak. He tends to stick to his work and not worry about anything else. Ever sense trouble has risen in the city, his parents have been working to keep most races in line, protecting mortals who have wandered in. They aren't so heartless to let bloodshed happen in their home.
Kittens/Cats are his true weakness; owns about four. Mostly strays.
[h3 Leonides Potenza]
" If you can't use your skills to help people, what good are you? "
Name: Leonides Potenza
-food that has strange textures
ineapple on pizza
Fears: -Losing his loved ones
-being forced to take on a role he does not wish to take
-not being strong enough to protect those he loves
+ Loyal, protective, intelligent
lass clown, self-loathing, can be fake
Growing up Leonides never knew his mother, she had died when he was very young. His father told him about how she had been one of the fae. That always made Leon stand out among the other witches and wizards he grew up with. He always felt isolated knowing that any lasting relationships would be cut short since he was doomed to live a long life. It was when he became a tutor to a young witch who was half-human that his outlook changed. He became her protector and prevented bullies from picking on her. Now that she has grown up and moved on, Leon has a choice to make. He can tutor more students or he can take his father's place on the council of witches. Leonides is pretty sure that he does not want to take his father's place...So, he moved to Red Hallow as a way to start his own life.
Extra: -His element that is heightened is air. He uses it to make his hair gently blow in the wind for dramatics
-he used to have his hair very long and only recently cut it
-He has a stronger connection to his "witch" side.
-Leon gets lonely, he is very extroverted
[h3 Anjui Shori]
" There is no Remedy for Love, but more love"
Name: Anjui Shori
Nickname: The Moon Prince
Age: Unknown, Records have him in the Four million range
Title: Caedaes (Keeper)
Species: Shaer Tusali
Occupation: Co-owner of the Crimson Sun Vineyard
- Loud Noises
- unnecessary Violence
- Death at the hands of a Human
- The loss of his vineyard
- There not being enough Wine
- Loosing site of the moon
Bubbly - Determined - Cunning -
Close minded X Silver tongued X Vane/ Self absorbed.
History: The Long line of the Shori blood line Royals is a bloody and messy past. Fae have always fought among each other to which clan should rule their people and many Royals are assassinated or killed during battle even in current standards many have seen their death beds due to a Rival house/clan. Shori is the Longest standing Blood line to keep the Crown of its people. Coming to Anjui's father in the sixth century and he has kept it sense ruling with an Iron fist and swift action. It was the Tusali way, to make sure the Bys, Aer, Myr, Shaer families stay in line under his crown.
The Four Fae of the Sky, that is what his race would be called. Starlight Fae to the common tongue. The way a child's race was determined was not by his parents or by his family line, but that of the placement of the Moon upon his birth. If the moon was seen in the north they would be apart of the Bys, If the moon was in the east they would be a Aer, if the moon was in the south they would be a Myr, if the moon was in the west they would be a Shaer. One could also tell based upon what constellation that could be seen upon their skin. Eisor, Saser, Kaestolai, Talaes, Jhi, Bosai, Jhordae, Mysai, Mandrorasor, Tadolys, Eizesor, Voraer. The twelve Major Constellations would done themselves on a child as they were born and as they age grow brighter. The down fall of these Fae are they do not have wings, but instead fly like they are floating.
Rarely does a child that is born have the three Devine Constellations appear, Tyl, Mel, Mas. Anjui was named prince and next in line that over his older siblings and any other head of house as he had the biggest God intervention on his part and has all Three Devine Constellations upon him.
As he aged however Anjui was forced to move from place to place with his "father" the king and eventually they ended up in the town that would be known as Red Hallow. Helping build the Fae inspiration inside the city itself. Shortly after his "adult hood" ceremony Anjui established the Crimson Sun Vineyard just outside the city on his family's estate.
Extra: [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l7fhxNrrrM]
I hope it's not to late :)
Likes: Cleanliness ~ Outdoors ~ People Watching ~ Running
Dislikes: Show offs ~ Gluttons ~ Liars ~ Thieves
Fears: Spiders ~ Drowning ~ Cats
Personality: Lack of empathy ~ Blunt ~ intelligent ~ Quiet
Flaws & Virtues: Easily tempered ~ Violent when chosen to be ~ impatient: Trustworthy ~ Honest ~ Dependable
History: Growing up, Ruo was heavily abused by his care takers. Wasn't very socialized until education became involved. He was forced to live in the toxic household he was in until he was fed up and left to live on the streets. Being homeless for 90% of his college career, Ruo had managed to make something of himself while keeping under radar of his abilities to mortals.
Growing up alone with no trust to anyone, he did not want to be bothered about who he was and his abilities being a detective.
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[Varela+Round [size13 His face remained expressionless until he heard the comment from the fae prince in his arms, he could say. A hint of amusement broke his stoic demeanor, but only slightly until it disappeared within seconds. He heard the flirtation in his voice. Or was it? He did have the sudden urge to bite down on the prince's neck, you know, the usual vampiric desires. If he did that, he'd lose his favor and be kicked out.. or gruesomely killed. No, he wasn't ready to die yet. He made no remark back and let the silence remain between the both of them. He's not one for needless conversation unless he needed to speak.
Jairus kept his thirst in check, through torturous training a long time ago. Their dance ended earlier than he expected. Oh well. Seemed someone else wanted to dance with him. He watched the prince walk away and disappear into the crowd. Before he whisked off elsewhere, his eyes landed on the naked queen from the middle of the dancefloor. The scent of blood filled the entire ballroom. He sighed. He knew they were up to something.
He eyed the warlock's crew, obviously drunk. Drunkness is the best way to get killed by predators. The best pray were those who are vulnerable. Jairus had done the same thing in his younger years, using his outwordly beauty to lure his victims towards their awaiting death. The look of terror in their eyes and the screams were amusing to him then. His parents didn't like it and taught him a harsh lesson. Maybe he should give them the benefit of the doubt. If bloodshed began to happen, the other races may deem it okay to go around and start killing mindlessly. He tried to keep thinking positive about things, but it's hard when there's so much remaining conflict around here. Feeling a headache coming on, he went back to pick up his glass of wine to drink. It may be a long and eventful night than he believes.
It seemed despite her heavy accent this Leonides Potenza understood each and every word that had come out of her mouth. If this current trend continued then a future conversation wouldn't be cacophonically torturous for the nervous yet confident male standing in front of her.
Leonides turned to glance around and Anara followed suit. And another reason why she disliked these social parties, she knew nobody. But how about her business? Was there no one knew she from business interactions? The answer, a most definite no! Anara rarely received repeat orders or new orders from the same people, and she never got more personal with business clients. Business meant business, and unless her client made a run at her, which was never, then Anara never pursued.
For what was a social party there were too many commotions for such an event. The latest one being one of the merfolk coming in full nude. Everyone's heads turned to take in the nude beauty, even Leonides via something moving under his clothes, and once again the Fae prince needed to step in with a polite word of advice, aka do it or be thrown out.
[+purple [b Indeed indeed, a fully nude walking, talking fish person."]] Anara felt weird and awkward, and how to make it more weird and awkward? [+purple [b "Want to dance??"]].
Leonides felt his confidence grow as the young lady responded to him. Her accent was a little rough, but he understood enough. He took her hand and gave it a firm shake. As his father always said, a firm handshake can help instill confidence in you. And it sort of worked.
[+blue "Anara, the pleasure is all mine. Parties like these make me so uncomfortable. I am glad to find someone to talk to here..."]
Leon watched as the vampire and the fairy danced together. If he wasn't so bad at dancing he would ask someone to dance himself, maybe even Anara.
Everyone turned their heads as the mermaid queen entered once more naked. ....Naked?! Leonides felt his face heat up. His wings fluttered anxiously under his cloak causing a shifting motion. He took a deep breath and tried to halt their motion.
[+blue "Ah...now that is not something you see every day,"] he turned his eyes back on Anara. That was safer anyhow.
He glances from the corner of his eye the commotion being brought up by the Prince and hoped everything would work out fine.
As the vampire had set down his glass, Anjui had taken his hand it seems the vampire would be the more aggressive of the pair. Of course the Fae prince didn't mind much considering what he was trying to accomplish and knowing that it would be a lot harder to do if they played the tricksters that fae were known and rumored to be. Sweet and docile until threatened would be the motto for now, perhaps a less lethal version of a pacifist would be a better use of wording.
As the vampire stepped closer Anjui could feel the slight chill coming from the vampire as he pressed their bodies all but within caressing distance of one another, their faces inches apart. Whispers, that is all the louder the pair would have had to talk if they wanted to hear each other and not have anyone else hear the conversation. Wouldn't even have to move closer really, but Anjui was one to play the game if the ball was in his court. Stepping even closer to his dancing partner a smile came across his lips and a few whispered words escaped from his golden sun kissed lips. [#67320f "If you want to be close we could make it so."] both a slight flirtatious act and all dead seriousness he looked to the music as the dance began.
Feeling eyes upon his being the fae could tell that people were watching, Everyone seemed to keep an eye on the host or at least a proxy had eyes upon him for those who had come with them. Of course the glare of the red eyed demon lady, or as others would call her the over grown winged imp seemed to leave staring at him. As the music stopped Anjui stepped away from the vampire noble gave a courteous bow and before disappearing into the crowed once again said. [#67320f "Perhaps another dance before the night is through. I enjoyed our little one here."]
Once again circulating the open rooms to make sure the rules were being followed the doors from the gardens opened with a bang, in strutted the queen of the sea, dress gone and adorn her body was blood. Sniffing the air Anjui grabbed his noise, copper, a small taint magic smell, and that of the sea. He couldn't remove her from the ball as she had not broken any rules, She had not smelled of the sea when she arrived the first time, so the person she chose as pray must have went with her out of the fae's ball and to the sea with her when he, she, or whatever her pray use to be had been murdered.
Stepping up besides the lady Anjui offered over but a simple white cotton gown that would hang from her shoulders to just above her ankles. Set with glittering diamonds and sparkles like gold. Stumbling through some merfolk language he spoke to the queen[#67320f "Queen Valasca, I ask you at least restrain yourself tonight. Bloodshed during a gathering shows bad blood, and I do not believe you want the other races joining to fight yours. We want peace here, and while you did not break rules, you return in no better condition then rags and muck. If you wish to come and go to the sea with your spoils of plunder by all means, but I ask while on fae land you remain clothed and show your human form's nudity to others."]
He know he would hit a tender spot with referring to those she killed as plunder, Using the soft spot of difference between merfolk and humans they had pirates who hunted and killed merfolk, and even then you had more yet tortured or worse. Of course none of the land people or those from the underworlds or the skys were safe from humans who found out about them either, but they had not been affected as much as the merfolk had.
[h3 [center Marcellus & Insidia]]
Her vision was suddenly blocked, how annoying. Lady Insidia's gaze was now instead settled upon the Prince of the Fae. The tip of her tail twitched in annoyance at the Fae's sudden appearance, and words. What agitated her even more was when the Fae Prince continued jabbering away, and keeping her from putting her own word into the matter.
As soon as the Fae Prince finally took his leave, did Insidia growl under her breath, the once pleasant smile dispersing into a sneer. Her lips twitched slightly, fangs poking through. The tip of her tail seemed to twitch even faster in growing agitation. Even the wings that graced her back seemed to move ever so slightly.
Marcellus kept his posture, showing no sign of hostility. Once the presence of the fae left, did the male reach over, settling his hand on top of his mate's, lightly squeezing it.
[b "Please my dear, do try to remain on your best behavior."]
Red eyes shifted, glaring towards her mate, voice an angered hiss, [#191970 [i "The insect is lucky we are in his manor and not our own. I would've snapped him up in an instant before he would have a chance to address me."]]
Heads turned as time had passed, and suddenly the Fae Prince once again called for all attention. Seemed tensions had risen amongst a few individuals, a vampire and a demon.
Marcellus took note, raising an eyebrow. He mumbled under his breath, [b "That's not going to sit well with Clan Saeclus."]
A soft snort came from Insidia, [#191970 [i "I expected such, considering how low Clan Saeclus is in the hells. Never send an Inbred to do a purebred's job."]]
The party went on once again, and just like that, it was soon also interrupted...this time by the fish people...merfolk.
Lady Insidia shot a glare towards the Queen of the fi-...merfolk. Her tail was curled against her side, but wings slightly unfolding from her back. A forked tongue flicked past her lips, testing the air. Blood, and it was fresh, and from what she could tell, it was either warlock, or witch blood. Most certainly not her choice of a meal.
[#191970 [i "Hmph, leave it to the damn fish to create a mess."]]
Marcellus had moved to standing beside his mate. Eyes scanned the crowd, noticing how many were in shock, then there were the few like his mate and himself. Not shocked, more so annoyed, but also alert.
His gaze shifted down to his sitting wife, [b "And demons usually have such a bad rep of creating chaos, I beg to differ, this being a very good example right now. Blood on the marble, and returning in such a state, disgraceful."]
Valasca has strolled along to the center where the dispute happened between the two species, with a drink in hand. Valasca watched the crowd carefully as she patrolled. With patience and planning, her eyes fell on the tall, sun-kissed drunk warlock drinking a round of expensive champagne with his crew.
Vaslasca moved with grace, the slit of her dress exposing the soft skin of her thighs with a soft sultry smile as she approached the elder man and placed herself on his lap.
“Oh Oh Oh, look what we have here fellas! A beautiful little mermaid looks she wants some company. ” The older warlock slurred the words.
“I saw such a powerful and handsome man alone, it is only right to have the most beautiful woman at his side– or rather on him.”
The warlock grinned, placing his hands on her sides, his eyes all on her while she pressed herself onto him. Her warriors had found some of his volunteers to dance with, a small smile played on her lips when she was left alone with him.
“They are like a swan on the dance floor. Graceful when still, but a waddling mess when on land.” The warlock laughed, reached an arm around her small waist and pulling her close to her. Valasca whispered into his ear, giggling as he laughed. The two stood, the warlock taking her hand and leading her towards the gardens away from prying eyes.
The two pair walked passed the massive gardens, beautiful but dangerously close to the fae. Valasca guides her beau towards the small trail that leads to the only part that belongs to her and the merfolk. Her bare feet touch the cool sands of the beach.
“We are sure are going a little too far, little siren but whatever floats your boat, darling.” The warlock pushed her up against the rocks, lifting her up to him and tearing the bodice of her dress causing the fabric to pool around his boots.
Valasca hummed softly into his ear, willing him to submit to her. The warlock carried towards the waters until his chest was submerged into the water and her scales rubbed against his hands. While below a few hundreds of colorful tails circle their prey.
The loud shrieks of pain and pleas of help echoed before the waters calmed and the colored waters crashed along the beach.
The merfolk walked in, water dripping down her naked form onto the marble as gasps and whispers filled the room.
[Varela+Round [size13 The vampire kept himself quite busy. It did good to keep himself from becoming bored and leaving early. Can't be rude to the host who he hasn't spoken to yet. He approached others or let others come to him. He may have a stoic and intimidating demeanor about himself, but he carried himself without any hostility towards other races. Smart to bring his business cards with him, even if they were a few. Within ten minutes, he had some great business opportunities flow into his hands. He tipped his chin up, feeling proud of himself more than usual. The demons have yet to accept his presence. Creating any arguments would be troublesome.
A few dancing partners eased their way towards him. Mostly female vampires. They knew he had no interest in women. He loved to humor them anyway. Exchange words as they danced. He danced more than he's used to. He stopped after the forth one, making his way towards the tables to grab another glass of wine. He watched the others mingle with each other. Everything seemed to run smoothly so far.. until angry voices caught his attention almost instantly.
A loud sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Of course. Had to be a demon and vampire going at each other's throats. He began to feel like demons were their new enemy. Not surprised. Both had similar traits of being proud and intimidating, walking with a sense of power over those lower than them. Jairus thought himself as different, straying away from the stereotype. He's slept with a demon before. He paid close attention to the fae prince, watching with curiosity. Quite an enjoyable show. He didn't need to bother to intervene, although he was about to. He chuckled a bit, slightly leaning against the table with his leg cross over the other.
He sipped his wine, watching the prince head towards him. [i What luck I have,] he thought. Jairus gave a small smile and lowered his head in a curt bow. [#ff8a86 "Of course,"] he said, placing the glass down, [#ff8a86 "but know that I like to take the lead."] He took Anjui's hand and led him towards the-barely-crowded dancefloor. He closed the distance between them, keeping him close but enough space so the prince doesn't feel suffocated. He tends to keep his dancing partners closer than normal as if he's ready to embrace them. [#ff8a86 "If this is too close, tell me."]
Watching as everything went smoothly, well for the most part smoothly between guests it seemed they all separated out according to their race affiliation. That isn't what the ball was meant for. Those who were dancing were barely tolerating their dancing partners and some even kept to their own race in such. Of course no matter the changing of times all it boiled down to one thing. Traditions, it was one thing that kept everything in balance for the most part. It was also however suppose to keep people going as well.
Traditions is what kept the fae going, they followed strict things as regulations and rules. Looking around at his guests Anjui only had a playful smile upon his face. It was time to break these traditions it was after all a new age. Walking first to the table of the werewolf group it was a short conversation as the flee bitten mongrels wanted nothing to do with their host other then to have him leave, and possible rip out his throat with their teeth or claws, not going to happen of course as Anjui knew well werewolves and their...Allergy to silver.
Next stop was that of Demon court. Stepping in the way of the Lady's vision. [#67320f "You know watching people the way you do Great Demon Lady will make them believe you are wanting trouble."] Holding up his hand before the pair could speak Anjui turned to the male of the pair. [#67320f "I must ask great Demon Lord that you at the very least pay heed to the three rules while here."] With his hand still raised the Fae prince went on. [#67320f "I will remind you that there shall be no blood tonight on these premises."]
Leaving the demon's table before words could be said the prince went next to The Vampire court, where like before few words were spoken of course they like the demons considered Fae a delicacy and like the werewolves would rip out his throat as soon as speak to him. Seeing more particularly one vampire set aside from the rest Anjui's eyes rested upon him a moment. What a strange thing to see a vampire mingling with werewolves.
As the young male continued around the room at his slow leisure pace he spotted the young Newest residence to Red Hallow speaking to the blacksmith he would have to speak to later. Skipping the pair he followed to the queen of the merfolk, her gown of course hugged her curves and did as expected they made her more alluring to most and possible even those who could resist normal temptation were unlikely to resist her. Of course returning his eyes to the party he stepped in between a demon and vampire that seemed to get a bit angry with each other and try to go at each other.
Snapping his fingers Anjui drew the attention of a few of the Fae guard members. [#67320f "Ladies and Gentlemen I must ask that you draw you eyes to the pair of beings now in the middle of the floor."] with his hand out at each other he snapped his finger again this time several statue like beings came from the walls and drew the two a hold. Of course easily breaking the stone Anjui had drawn upon his magic and carved the pair into mince meat with starlight based magic. The pair had infact exploded. [#67320f "Do not test the magic of Fae in our own dominion."]
Returning to the party he clapped his hands and the music started once again. As he once again rotated the room his eyes fell again on the vampire that was away from the others. Eventually going up to the male a hand extended out. [#67320f "Care for a dance?"]
For Anara it was simple, she never attended en masse parties. Too many people meant keeping track of suspicious folk became a nightmare, keeping track of suspicious folk in a city were easier; this came from Anara's personal experience. Another thing from Anara's personal experience which only disliked her experience for such ginourmous events dealt with the usage of weapons, such tight confinements led to possibilities of harming innocents, she abhorred even the minutest violence, even accidental, against innocents.
With this crushing mass of unknown persons and personalities Anara constantly scanned, her eyes always fixated on someone or the other and analyzing their body and facial language before switching to someone else and repeating this process. A constant [i [+purple tutting]] kept leaping around her head, no possibility of drawing out the claymore strapped to her back unless the crowd cleared; Crowds never cleared in emergency situations, instead they literally crowded together and either stayed in place or fled like panicking deer from an oversized wolf.
But this quietness felt unnatural, and not only for Anara. Even though everyone be milllin' about, the constant glancing around and unsure looks. Anara's left hand sneakily crept to that single spot in her back, preparing for a possible assassin or attack in general.
Anara quickly dropped her hand back down to her side, whether or not anyone was actually convinced that she hadn't been reaching for the knife concealed on the back definitely could be debated. The speaker had emerged in their fae glory, simple white cloth adorned with elegantly wrought jewels, Anara felt jealous for she had naught this precision and elegance, along with the permanently tattooed celestial stars in their skin.
From this fae's speech, Anara understood it as making no stupid actions. Anara knew that included no weapon shenanigans, but if someone tried to harm her or anyone else she'd make no promises.
With the ball officially commencing and everyone entering inside the grand hall, Anara split off from the main crowd and headed for a pillar which she leaned against. The only social situations in which she felt comfortable were sword fighting ones, one necessarily need naught to speak and leave the weapons do the talking. She kept turning her head and scanning, her arms forming a narrow X in front of her chest.
Anara spotted someone approaching her. It would be extremely rude, never mind the bad impression, to be casually leaning against a pillar while someone approached you to expressly talk with you. As a measure of a personal sense of security, a precise movement into the [https://www.armystudyguide.com/content/Prep_For_Basic_Training/prep_for_basic_drill_and_ceremony/parade-rest.shtml position of attention] to allow an easy reach for the dagger.
Not the only one in the same predicament as her. While the clothes, the navy blue with sharp silver to colour the edges, looked confident the person in them was not. But Anara respected him, for unlike her he at least made the attempt of talking with complete strangers.
[+purple [b "Good evening Leonides Potenza, my name is Anara Tokesh. Nice ta be acquainted with ya."]], extending her right hand forward as was the custom after exchanging names. As long as he understood her English, he probably wouldn't for not many in this town spoke with the horrendous accent she had.
[Varela+Round [size13 Jairus checked his watch again for the time. Shouldn't the host of the party be down to greet the guest as they come in? He did not make it a big deal though. Every specie has their own ways of doing things. He stood somewhere near the far back. Eyes stayed glued to his form, like they questioned if he should be approached or not. He may not wear the most welcoming expression, but Jairus considered himself harmless when it came to social gatherings. Play the part, right? Dull hues watched the guest as they filled the fae's home. The Queen definitely looked the part. He's never seen merfolk up-close. Rumors about their beauty were true then. Should he be honored? Those eyes caught the sight of two others, a powerful and intimidating presence indeed. He can admit that. No one wanted to approach them. He could approach and say Hi; act like the Boss he is, but it wouldn't be a party if everyone felt nervous and scared. He sighed. Angering them will only make the fae's guest feel more uneasy.
Everyone remained quiet and turned to their gracious host. Rules were spoken to them. He respected anyone's rules. It's the vampires' way since they were used to following rules of their own. He took another sip of wine, hand still in his pocket. He wondered if he should find a partner to dance with. He can't remember the last time he danced at a party. Jairus rarely danced in the first place. He cared about nothing except his work. His assistants tell him to relax and have some fun once in a while. He's not so easily amused though. He wondered if his parents took the time to have this so-called.. fun? He shook his head at the idle comments coming from the demon couple while speaking to another guest.
Surprisingly, a werewolf. Weren't they natural enemies? He found the young male handsome. He seemed to be new to town. Business was business. Jairus handed him a drink. Since they were having a pleasant conversation, he can distract himself. Jairus felt quite pleased to be approached by a male. His true thoughts. He had nothing against keeping a lady company for appearance sake. He'll dance with a woman for sure. Everyone moved towards the ballroom. He kept his a slow pace, not really in a rush. The two found a spot away from the main dance area. It probably looked strange. Jairus found it a great way to conduct business when he's able to. Maybe he should host one himself sometime. Even though his attention remained focused on the male, he kept his ears open.
Leonides felt his cheeks heat up at the site of the Fae prince. Where did all these attractive people come from? He smacked his cheeks. Focus. Don't drool over the prince, no matter how cute he may be. Maybe he could drool over that cute girl in combat clothes...Or the well-dressed vampire.
Leon grabbed a snack and then took a deep breath. He approached the woman who was not dressed for a party, but for obviously a fight.
[+blue "Nice...uh...weapon you got there. Very...sharp."]
Leonides mentally kicked himself. "Very sharp"???!! How old was he 12? Dear goddess what an idiot he was. The very first person he met and he started off with that? Not, "Hello. How are you?"
[+blue "Nice night for a...night?"]
What the hell?! Did someone cast a tongue-tied curse on him?? He took a slow breath, [+blue "I am Leonides Potenza and I swear that English is my first language."]
If he was lucky, no one else would notice his social flub. If he was unlucky many people would. He could feel his cheeks heating up with a blush. He had never been good at parties. He knew he should have stayed home. What a way to make a first impression with his new neighbors.
[h3 [center Marcellus & Insidia]]
[#191970 [i "Tsk, these other 'High Royals' seem a bit paranoid...so many armed guards."]]
Marcellus glanced towards his wife out of the corner of his eye, then looked back forward. Indeed, it almost seemed that they were the only ones present from their own manor. The rest of the Rohn Clan remaining behind, tending to the mansion, as well as some other things that were for the clan's ears alone.
The woman beside him started to move back and forth, restless as the continued to wait for the Fae Prince to finally make an appearance. It was clear, Lady Insidia was growing annoyed by it all, the crowd of other creatures, she just couldn't stand it. It was like a royal queen among a bunch of filthy peasants, or that is what the Lady saw/thought. Everyone here, they were all below her. The only one equal, was her husband.
After what felt like forever, the Fae Prince did finally make an appearance. Heads lifted as the guests were addressed, and rules were set out before them.
Taking note of the Fae Prince's attire, Insidia snorted softly, muttering something under her breath for her mate's hears alone. Whatever she said, a slight smirk passed the male's lips. He gave a nod, then straightened again. So, the festivities had begun for the night.
The Lord and Lady of the demons made their way through the creatures, most of which swiftly scattered out of their way. It was not an uncommon sight, for others to fear them, they had all right to. Though there were certainly the brave ones, or perhaps they were foolish.
Lady Insidia took a seat in a chair at one of many tables that had been set to the side in the ballroom. Of course, naturally, she chose a table in the furthest corner possible, away from most of the rest. Marcellus soon followed, sitting down next to his mate, yellow eyes swiftly scanning the rest of the guests.
[#191970 [i "You know love, I've noticed quite a few interesting beings. The Queen of the fish people...'merfolk', one of the high ranking members of the Vampires, couple werewolves, and the scent of some witches."]]
Her head turned, red eyes coming to land on her mate, [#191970 [i "But, I have also caught the scent of a mutt or two."]]
Marcellus curled his lips back in a grimace, [b "How annoying, mean the fae stooped that low to let mutts in?]
[#191970 [i "It would seem so, but I wouldn't expect less of such insects."]]
Her gaze shifted, noticing several dirty looks from different fae in the room. Each time, the Lady would only give a sweet smile, but the glowing red eyes told an entirely different story. The gaze was that of a predator, watching, waiting. It would bide its time, till the right moment would introduce itself, and the prey would have no where left to run.
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The beautiful sirens eyed the men and women around the room. It was like a shark circling their prey.
Her delicate feet moved over the tiles of cold marble with the grace that had come of time of hard practice. Still, looking upon her, most thought it effortless, fluid, and as easy as the breaths she took. It caught the attention of other species in the ballroom. The court buzzed with talk of the different kind that circled them, among the predatory Mer.
Queen Valasca paused at the middle of the ball as gasps were heard when they saw the Mer Queen. It has been long since her appearance, yet her power still lingering in Fall Hallow.
To everyone's surprise and hers, the Fae man stepped forward. A handsome fellow for the collection. [i Her] collection. Valasca felt the change within the group that company her.
“[b *Faaraarii,] ” she command, the drawing the women to a halt but still the predatory area remained.
Her siren sang to Valasca to take her prize, the fae man needed to be welcomed to the cold waters of the sea.
Her eyes never left the Anjui as he grabbed the attention of all. The speech was short and direct.
“[b We will respect the *Bett’s rules for now until we discover his true intentions.]” Valasca voiced remain melodic as she spoke to the warriors.
The Sirens quickly spread over across the ball off to enjoy the evening affairs. Looking for easy prey to flirt with and lucky take back to Lady Killers.
Standing in front of his wardrobe mirror Ruo adjusted his formal coat and tie, looking over every detail on his 6'1 figure being sure of no imperfections. Frowning while tracing back to his own face, he ran a hand through his perfectly white hair and sighed. "What a drag.. As if today has already been irritable enough, now I have to deal with other people." Then making sure there were no wrinkles on his suit, the Demon did an about face, walked over to the foot of his bed where an invitation lay.
[i "Join us on this magical night of this Royal Ball! You are one of many special night at the Crimson Sun's Vineyard"] - "blah blah blah, bunch of bullshit." Ruo groaned and tossed the paper back on his bed, stuffed his left hand into his left pocket and headed for the door.
Coming from less than, Ruo never seemed to appreciate being involved in things. Especially when the royals were involved, due to him not believing the sincerity and 'warm welcoming' that they claim to have. He believed strongly no one truly cared for others and only wanted something for themselves, like this, being popularity and being word of mouth around town. His plan of the night was to stay in the shadows, not bothering any conversion or chances of his work to be ruined.
[center [i Earlier that day]]
[b "Detective Xerxs, I need you to check someone out. Possibly involved in human trafficking. Here's all of the information you need to make a possible arrest. But you can't go at him any way. You need to build trust. This is going to be a risky job, but I know you're capable."]
Papers were tossed on Ruos' desk with swiftness and a breeze of air blew in his face due to mass of the documents. "Fuck." Looking through documents, he recognized the face of the possible perpetrator. He had lived in the same neighborhood as well as worked at the corner store just in walking distance from Ruos home. "Alright.. Seems easy enough."
[center [ i Back to present]]
Before getting a cab to this mansion, Ruo made a walk down to the corner store to grab a pack of smokes. He was a regular that had come in, and the suspect in question knew his nicotine preference. Already having it pulled out and rung up as Ruo made his way to the front counter handing him cash. "You know, after all this time I've never seemed to catch your name. And I doubt your name is uh-" He pushed his eyebrows together to examine the workers name tag "Tiger." An eyebrow raised in confusion as he looked up to the smug clerk who then let out a boisterous laugh. [b "Ah you got me. No, my name isn't Tiger man. Call me Sid. I don't like rando's having my real name. It's just an invasion of my privacy you know?"] The large framed guy laughed as his stomach moved with it. Ruo pulled his head up and nodded in agreement. "I can see your point there. Good to know. Pleasure to meet you" He spoke, tapping the pack of cigarettes on the counter before walking out the door to call a cab.
Arriving a few moments late, Ruo stepped into the ballroom where everyone was located in. Seeing many species and making it just in time for the speech given by the host himself. Finding a table and chair further in a corner and away from the hustle bustle of this gathering, Ruo flagged down a caterer with drinks, grabbing one of the stronger looking ones. Taking a sip, and sitting back in his chair with one leg crossed over the other- watching.
As the guests arrived inside the home the young host was rushed away out of sight. He was after all not "ready" in the eyes of the other members of the royal line. His siblings all fussed over what it was he should wear to this sort of thing, but none of them agreed on it. His oldest brother wanted him to ware something to show he had power in the city, to show this a white suit with a red button up and white tie to match. Of course to Anjui it was only an insult to the guests as all it showed was he had ties to the angelic community that likely wouldn't be around. His older sister wanted him to ware an elegant yet simple black dress slacks, button up shirt, and gold tie. While yes it showed power it tied to much into the demon community which the Fae tended to stay away from as they were almost exact opposites.
As much of the squabble between his siblings went on Anjui disappeared into his own private chambers to dress himself. While there he pondered the question what was it he was trying to show to the community of Red Hallow? It was a serious question that came to mind as he wondered through his closet. Of course nothing came out at him until he reached the very far end of the closet. At first he thought it to be vulgare for a ball of this size, especially having all the races, no all of the supernatural people that consisted of the citizens that called Red Hallow home. Grabbing his outfit he threw it on the bed before stepping into a quick steaming hot shower to wash off the day's grime.
As he came out he heard several clicks of shoes on the marble floor outside his room's door. [b "Master Anjui is still nowhere to be found? How can the ball start without him? No...No we must find him. For now guests can stand in the entryway if they don't like to be kept waiting they are more then welcome to leave. Especially that...Leech of a demoness she's always trying to make off with something."] As he stepped into the hallway smelling of fresh cut grass and Deep pine needles the young brunette got several shocked looks as he went down the hall his bare feet clapping on the floor.
Reaching the landing from the second floor he stopped a moment and looked out across the guests faces. Nodding an older fae clapped his hands and drew everyone's attention to Anjui. Taking in a deep breath as all eyes appeared on him a smile played across his face. Dressed in nothing more then jewels across his chest and arms, a simple white cloth hanging from his belt of gold. This allowed his Fae nature to show through. His tan skin and the markings of the three Major star signs. The stars across his forehead ending at his left eye. The sun starting at mid chest and crossing over his left side making a sidways V shape. The moon starting at his throat and crossing his chest making a sideways Vshape facing the other direction.
Of course the boy wasn't stupid he had white shorts on under the cloth as well so no one could see things they weren't meant to. Taking a deep breath himself the young Royal spoke. [#67320f "Greetings esteemed Guests. Tonight you are invited into the mystery of a the Fae Royal home. The mansion and grounds are open for your exploration. The Crimson Sun's Vineyard is your oyster tonight."] holding up a three fingers he paused a moment. [#67320f "There are but three rules that we ask you follow. The first, and most important. Every super natural being that calls Red Hallow home has been given an invitation, so there will be people here you may or may not like. I ask as the host you do not cause any drama or fighting, If you are found to do so you will be forcibly removed, alive or as a body is of course your choice."]
Removing one of the fingers he now had two up. [#67320f "The second rule is there will be places that are for Fae members only, such places being the Kitchen, and the living quarters of the Fae servants on the grounds. These are also protected by magic and will give off an alarm if disarmed or a nonfae member cross them. Once again you break this rule you will be removed either alive or as a body."] Holding up his last remaining finger a devil's smile played across his face. [#67320f "Also understand due to circumstances such as the content of most of the drinks that will be served we ask that you surrender any keys to vehicles placed outside or brooms to be placed within secured places. This is a precaution due to the drinking and driving. We don't need any guest trying to go home while intoxicated. If you do not feel comfortable staying on the grounds there are accommodations for that as well such as an escort home. We as hosts have made up rooms however within the rooms up stairs, for all guests and any possible activates for them."]
Stepping down the few stairs Anjui stepped into the crowed to appear to its left. Shifting his body weight into the doors he grabbed he threw open the two glass doors into the ballroom.
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