The Vampire Lestat, A vampire rpg. :-p

[Kaya]

Sample character sheet:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Height:
Build:
Occupation:
Clothing:
Weapons:
Personality:
Other Notes:

Bio:

Rules: Just follow the same normal rules but the main rule is have fun..Make up a vampire based off any vampire you know but nothing to ridiculous. Also remember you can make other things other than vampires. Werewolves are an option. Basically this is a vampire based RPG set in modern time. So have fun be creative but don't ruin the fun for everyone else.Oh yes NO TWIIGHT BASED VAMPIRES!!!! I will kill you myself just to put you out of your misery or my misery.

[Kaya]

Name: Lestat.

Age: Unknown but looks to be in his mid-20s.

Gender: Male.

Eye Color: Cobalt blue.

Hair Color: Long blond hair loosely tied back with a black ribbon.

Height: 6'0''

Build: Athletic.

Occupation: Rock Star.

Clothing: He dresses in a very Victorian noble man type style.

Weapons: A katana that in a scabbard tied to a belt around his waist.

Personality: He is the brat prince...

Bio: If you have read any Ann Rice than you know who Lestat is. If not he is a spoiled brat noble man turned vampire. He is kind of an asshole but we still love him.

[XenoGryph]

Name: Count Nosferatu

Age: Unknown - Give or take 500 years

Gender: Male

Eye Color: Emerald

Hair Color: White

Height: 6'2"

Build: Light and slender

Occupation: Night walker

Clothing: His taste for the old style never lapses. Black and red velvet.

Weapons: Concealed in a walking cane, Nosferatu carries a 3ft. Scabbard.

Personality: Dark and twisted. Making a deal with him is like make a deal with the devil, litterally.

Other Notes: His tastes in life include beautiful women

Bio:

[Kaya]

( I forgot to add this is all set in England.)

Lestat strolls down the dark street. The night has just started and he can smell the booze in the air. The air is cold but it does not bother him. Soon he knows he will be warm. He spots his favorite kind of prey an obvious criminal and gracefully approaches him and lures him to a dark ally where he bites into the poor fools neck and drinks his blood. Licking his lips he disposes of the man in a dumpster and continues on his way, smiling to himself. He thinks. "I wonder what kind of trouble I can find tonight."

[XenoGryph]

Hiding within the shadows Nosferatu awakens. His blood shot eyes crack open, his senses tingling. He senses a familiar scent adrift in the dank english air.

Mmmmm, Lestat. How long has it been? The count thought.

Moving in closer, and closer and closer, locking on to his trail until resting aside a low shadowy outcast where as he could be hidden but still survey what attrocities were about to take place.

Lestat entered the alley.

Ahhhh Lestat, what are you up to this time? Still feeding on the decrepid entrails of the night, hahahaha. He chuckles quietly to himself.
How amusing, I think I'll stay around and gander for a few.

Nosferatu provides audiance to the likes of what mere vacant mortals refuse to see, even if it was right in front of them. Walking past, they mind their own business oblivious, ahhh bliss.

Lestat finishes off his latest oversized rodent of a human, casting the body aside.

The count rises out of his shadowy hole as if rematerializing out of shadow its self. He steps forth slowly, approaching the blood lusting vampire. His footsteps seem as if to float just off the ground. He halts, his presence still and quiet. He speaks.

Lestat.

[Kaya]

Lestat turns to face the familiar voice.

"Count...Fancy seeing you around these parts. Not your normal feeding grounds. I wonder where you seeking me out?"

Lestat muses his stance is cocky and argent. His cheeks flushed from the recent blood intake and his skin feels a lot warmer.

[XenoGryph]

I have no interest in these filthy creatures, pitiful creatures going about living one day to the next completly oblivious to the world around them.
The Count spoke, his voice was calm and level but never without his inherent dark melevolent undertones.

My presence here is none of your concern but if you don't know by now it would be best to inform you before any...confusion take's hold of you.

Nosferatu begins to pace in circles around Lestat, speaking into his mind for if his words were spoken, others would hear. He gazes deeple into his eyes.

Every millenia a gathering of representitives from each paticipating covin around the world of old come together and convirge.

Your presence there would be utmost disturbing, if your face were to be seen I will not interfear neighbor. You would be put in front of the council in chains, stripped of your rather warn garments and condemned.

Speaking aloud once again.
Be warned if you should ever cross paths, it would be best to stay out of their way.

[Kaya]

Lestat smiles at the Count with a cocky arrogance.

"Like I care for the drabber of the council...so boring. You should try living a little. You might be undead but still no reason to act as if you are dead. Rest assured I have no tolerance for the bitching and moaning of your drones. Besides it will rather intrude on my previous engagement."

[XenoGryph]

Engagement or not you will follow our commands! The Count replied looking directly into Lestat's eyes. Useing an ancient vampirical mind trick Nosferatu forces Lestat to his knees like a tremendous weight had been placed on his shoulders. This was harmless and can only be used in close proximity to the condemned or to force submission on an otherwise unruly opponent.

Look at you, you let your emotions cloud your mind. It makes you weak. You WILL heed my words and follow them Lestat or I will have you chasing sewer rats for nurishment.

Nosferatu releases his grip on Lestat's mind allowing him to stand back up on his own.

[Kaya]

Lestat laughs and spits in the counts face.

Never touch me again if you value your life. You rule nothing..only a false crown.

Lestat than disappears not leaving a trace of where he went.
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Lestat heads to one of his unknown hideouts and sleeps soundly as if never seeing the count at all.

[XenoGryph]

*Hideous laughter from the Count*
How amusing Lestat, Nosferatu said to himself lowly. To think that you are alone in this world. What are you searching for?

Sleep soundly today, for tomorrow brings a new set of Engagements of which you also have not forseen.

Sensing the dim of dawn approaching near The Count fades back into the shadows from whence he came and at home to his domicile. Till nightfall, he sleeps...

[Kaya]

Evening starts and a council is meeting in secret. The streets are quiet...perhaps too quiet. In the distance an owl disturbs the stillness. The wind picks up as if a storm is to come yet the street remains calm. Where is the deavious Lestat?
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Lestat hunts in a new area tonight and disappears before he can be notice. There is no trail. What will the council do....Will the Counts words come true?
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A concert starts tonight...who is there but our mischievous Brat Prince.

[XenoGryph]

Meanwhile as Lestat attends his concert a dark and powerful presence gathers. An old castle laid in ruins rests atop a steep mountain located some walking distance from the nearest town. Set high beyond the overgrowth of trees and pests that cloud it's many hidden pathways that lead up to the castle.

Castle Vildemire's doors had been broken, its wall's tumbled, come sunrise light shines down into the empty cooridoors and rooms which all ceiling had been removed. No sun fearing creature ever dare to stay the night.

It is nigh and the bog mists have settled. The guests arrive with their henchmen and enter the ruins. Their steps seem to move through the mist, disturbing it not from it's resting place.

First to enter was of course the Count Nosferatu, wanting to have picked out the best seat left in the house appart from the one main throne which had been moved to a more suitable area of the castle. Still standing, old king Vildemire was said to always demand his chair be flowing with blood as he sat upon it. Heads of peasants were impaled upon to syphons which would slowly drain the blood from their heads into an indentation of a pentagram carved into the floor beneath him. But alas his reign of fear has long since faded out of existance.

The next murder to arrive was the Prince of The Blood Order and the one who get's the nice chair. Nosferatu often jelous of his position but aware that a vampires thirst for blood is only matched to his thirst for power. His two attendees which shadow his every move with eyes that constantly scan for anyone or anything that can be considdered a threat as is the role of many bodyguards. Malek and Kiesenov were their names, a little slow but never turn your back on them for if they put their heads togeather they might just put your's through a wall.

Eventually the different factions arrive putting aside their personal querrals as they had done for each generation before them and thoes before them. They take their places and the council commences starting with the Prince and so on and so forth all bringing the current issues to light for open and civilized debate.

Among the many topics that had risin amoungst conversation was the conduct on which Lestat was flaunting. Some were of not interest to say the least but few feared his boisterous lifestyle might get him caught and the possibility of him betraying his own kind in exposing their return. With dominant reigning head vampires all in one place could make them vulnerable, having an angry mob attack would leave countless vampire factions without proper leadership causing mass panic among the underground. Werewolves to say the least would love an opportunity like that.

The council remains in deep debate...

[Kaya]

The concert shook up the quiet night and most likely reached the council's ear. A huge crowd of vampires and mortals where there. The idea...vampires mingling with mortals and one singing all the deep dark secrets. Certainly there are rules about this kind of thing? As the night nears dawn the concert is over. And there are only a few mortals left wondering the streets yet no vampires in sight. Perhaps punishment is better left till tomorrow evening when there are less eyes . That is if we can find out Brat Prince.

[XenoGryph]

The debating of the council presses on. Out of nowhere one of the members guards, an experienced tracker and gifted with above average vampire hearing stops the crowd.

What is the meaning of this outburst! The prince ordered. The guard spoke quietly in the concil members ear. The guard spoke quietly because his master unlike some others that castrate their most trusted, he on the other hand cut's out their toungs. Only he could understand his mumblings.

Prince of The Blood Order! The member called. My guard has informed me that he hears the traitor in what was heard to be singing. The traitor is singing.

The infuriated Prince stands to his feet in silence, listening to the air that carries the voice. Some of the other members stand as well to listen. I hear you Lestat, the Prince said calmly. "He's telling of our secrets m'lord" one spoke out. I know you withered old fool, we need a distraction. Malek, Kiesenov, go there and pay our warm bodies a little visit. I want that place cleared out. After you are done I want some alone time with our loud little friend.

Some of the members could care less about the trivials of a lowly vampire and retreated back to their dark residencies. Others went to help clear the concert of any rouge vampires that would be loitering on the property.

Count Nosferatu disappears into the shadows, perhaps to run ahead and warn our Brat One.