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Post by Toothless on Feb 23, 2014 1:33:03 GMT
Yes
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Post by Toothless on Feb 23, 2014 1:33:23 GMT
A Sire is the vampire who makes other vampires.
like, Jared Sired Jaxxon because he Turned her into a vampire
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Post by Spotify on Feb 23, 2014 1:56:53 GMT
So do all of them belong to a sire?
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Post by Toothless on Feb 23, 2014 1:58:47 GMT
yes and no; yes in the sense that they're Sire is like their family and no in the sense that Sires don't have to be douches like Jared or Sam's Sire
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Post by Spotify on Feb 23, 2014 17:11:54 GMT
Hmmm okay.
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Post by Spotify on Feb 23, 2014 17:34:39 GMT
Ember's eyes gave her away. The icy blue depths corrupted by the red rim that surround her pupil shined in the dimly lit room. A dark smirk spread across her lips as she watched her future meals sway to the soft beat of the music. Only a few people were in the elegant and expensive club and that's exactly the way Ember liked her first meal of the night. A devilish looked appeared on her pretty face as a particular male stood up and walked over to her from the bar,"Derek."Ember's voice was a purr as she greeted her fellow vampire. The red rim around her pupils suddenly brightened as Derek stopped in front of her and kissed on the forehead. "Ember."he said, his eyes shining with a invitation. Ember simply smirked before she patted his shoulder and headed toward the dance floor. She plucked a rather cute boy from the bar while on her way and than she lead the poor boy out into cool night. Her eyes sought Derek's before she left the club and entered the night. As soon as she got the boy outside and out of sight, she had her dinner and then left to find a more lively night club. Ember was a wild child and she would live up to her reputation tonight.
Ember smirked as she entered the night club, her eyes searching for potential meals. She smirked slightly when she saw she wasn't the only one of her kind here. She smirked one more time before she headed for the bar. Her banging body tonight was clad with a red dress that clung to her every curve and left little to the imagination and to top it off she wore a black leather jacket, smokey eye make up, black sky high heels, and a black sparkly clutch. Her black hair was left in a pretty waves and her smile was devious.
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Derek's eyes never left Ember's until she left. His gaze wondered to a pretty blonde, his eyes started to glow a bright red, with list or hunger one did not know. He smirked and waved her over, his eyes dark with deviousness. (Sorry, no muse for him)
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Lyric's clouded with the numbness she often felt with her sire. The numbness that helped her survive. She welcomed it with open arms, being numb was something she was grateful for. Her pretty blue eyes were dead as she stared at her sire. Her sire's name was Blythe. Blythe was a beautiful vampiress and she had a thing for collecting beautiful and talented vampires. Lyric was her favored. She didn't resist her and her gift was a very valuable one. She could control the elements and that was something her sire saw value in.
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Stiles blinked, his gaze soft as he watched his sire run her beautiful fingers through Lyric's hair. He sighed softly thankful for his sire's attention being diverted.
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Post by Toothless on Feb 23, 2014 18:02:51 GMT
Son of a bitch pmsing sucks x.x
Typing up my response when I get home k?
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Post by Spotify on Feb 23, 2014 18:10:22 GMT
Kay Kay!
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Post by Toothless on Feb 23, 2014 18:15:43 GMT
Is Lyric a Sventé?
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Post by Spotify on Feb 23, 2014 18:19:34 GMT
Yup
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Post by Toothless on Feb 23, 2014 18:37:31 GMT
Ok
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Post by Spotify on Feb 23, 2014 18:45:30 GMT
Lol okay.
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Post by Spotify on Feb 23, 2014 18:48:30 GMT
I can't think of an ability for stiles...
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Post by Toothless on Feb 23, 2014 18:53:03 GMT
[want your characters to serve in the Grand High Master's legion?]
Harper's cool eyes settled on the Pagori female that strutted into the club he currently inhabited. Ah, another vampire. He raised a single eyebrow as if taunting or inviting the female to act. He didn't recognize her, but that was not wholly uncommon. It was a large town, and was one that many vampires tended to visit at some point. Harper's gaze never wavered as he smirked slightly at the female Pagori, flashing his fangs slightly.
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Bastian returned to his Sire, Blythe, some time later after his hunt. He hadn't killed any of his victims; they'd simply think they'd met a hot guy who showed interest and had wanted to make out. Now, though his thirst was sated, Sebastian's mood was fouled by his Sire's presence. As a female Sventé who liked to collect powerful vampires, Blythe saw her vampiric children as nothing more than pets. Bastian, with his extremely rare gift, had been singled out like many of his Sire's creations to be Blythe's special little pet.
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Post by Toothless on Feb 23, 2014 18:58:25 GMT
Sorry it's short I don't feel well
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