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Started November 14, 2018 by Deleted user

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(Damn. Is it too late to get in this TZ?)

(Pffffffttttttt. I guess. Anything for you.)

Slowly dies inside//

(Thank you, lovely lady.)

Name:: Gaius Callum Marcellus "Cal"
Family House:: House Marcellus
Family Sigil:: A mace laying in a pool of blood
Gender:: Male
Sexuality:: Bisexual
Open to ships?:: Yep
Age:: 2000 ish, who's counting?
Species:: Vampire
Personality:: Cal is as cold as they come. Somewhat detached from the world, he is seen as one of the most ruthless of the noble vampiric families. He's just as cold under his skin as he appears to the world. Incredibly intelligent, determined to gain the throne for his family, ambitious, and calculating. His only soft spot is for his younger sister, whom he dotes on.
Appearance:: pale as death, giant muscular behemoth of a man eyt still classically handsome, dark black hair that is always neatly combed, black eyes. Covered in angry scars
Talents:: he's good at killing
Flaws:: wild temper, vicious, violent as hellllllllllllll
Outfit:: dark wash jeans, comfortable boots, black button up and a fitted dark grey cloak
Weaponry/powers:: can transform into a crow, has a knack for weapons.
Background:: Cal was born a slave in Rome under the rule of Caligula. His size and strength made him a prime target as a gladiator from early childhood and he quickly made a name for himself. He caught the eye of a young female vampire within Caligula's court and was purchased by her to become a blood slave. He resisted and was tortured mercilessly until another vampire of house marcellus took pity on him and turned him. He was a wild and dangerous newborn and he destroyed the woman that had bought him. Seeing that he needed a mentor, the old vampire that turned him adopted Cal into his family and named him heir after many years. After the old vampire died, Cal became the leader of the House.

(smirks like my choice?)

(goddammit you would use cal. i hate you. lol)

(alright guys i think thats everyone want to start??)

YEAH!//

Name:: Edith Markovich
Family House:: Markovich House
Family Sigil:: 3 snow-covered mountain peaks with stars in the dark sky above
Gender:: Female
Sexuality:: Straight
Open to ships?:: Yes
Age:: 1560
Species:: Vampire
Personality:: Cold, distant, and standoffish to those she doesn't know. As a person, she is graceful and all together deadly. She doesn't like strangers and will immediately size them up to see if they are friend or foe. Friend: You are one of the few to her. She may not trust you will all of her heart, but she trusts you with some. She's full of moxie and witty when it comes to you. Her own snarky ways are more light and easy going. She is loyal to a point and will be by your side when you need her. Foe: One word for you: Run. She is not for you and she will make that known in every way possible. Don't tempt her or you just might go missing.
Appearance:: Moderate height at 5'5"; hourglass shape with soft, voluptuous curves; Shoulder length black hair styled in a retro bob; Her eyes are big and doll like with ivory colored irises; She has wine red lips and a tattoo of her family sigil behind her left ear.
Talents:: She's very good at gathering information, she's even better at sorting it, picking the truths from the lies.
Flaws:: Isn't very trustworthy herself, since she barely puts her trust in others. She can make enemies unintentionally.
Outfit:: Large, puffy, white fur coat, long, form-fitting black dress that sweeps the floor, with Mary Jane Platform pumps to give her a few sexy inches.
Weaponry/powers:: Dark-wielding - Can use the shadows or any source of darkness to her abilities. ((Ex. traveling through shadows, forming weapons out of darkness)), always had a whip made of shadows on her waist, uses it as a belt. Dual daggers, one strapped to each thigh.
Background:: Markovich, the Honorable family of Dishonorable Deeds Edith was born in the business. Her father was a lying cheating casino owner, her mother a bitter and vain brothel-house runner. They formed one of the biggest, baddest power couples of their time, getting rich in the schemes of night. Edith is the middle child of 5 children, having four other brothers. They all wanted a slice of their parent's empire, but none wanted to share. So they fought. Well, at least her brothers did, she stepped out, waiting for the winner. Patiently, Edith raised a name for herself lending money and hitman, running saloons and raunchy bathing houses. And soon, she collected on her parent's wealth as well. She hadn't planned on killing her brother, just pushing him off the throne, but push came to shove….and she nailed him to the roof of their manor and let the sun devour him. She is now the holder of the Markovich house, loving her new family ring.

(@Lai-Bean heart eyes)
(@Qxeenscryche no worries! post when you can.)
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The royal decree had come in the dead of night. A lone messenger sent to each of the noble families. The Queen is dead. The King injured but alive and full of wrath. All have been summoned to him to bring revenge on the one who would betray us all.
Cambria rode in the back of her family's Rolls, her nails clicking against the leather seats, the only sign of her distress. To be summoned to the King was exactly what she didn't need right now. She was in the middle of turbulent deals with a local crime boss over territory, but…the Queen had been a dear friend once upon a time in her youth. She would go to pay her respects and see what the King meant by revenge. She stared out the heavily tinted window, wondering who else would answer the King's call.

Ver paced briskly in front of his father, his face set into a hard glare. "What do you mean Mother is dead?" He said harshly, still pacing aggressively. He was truly saddened by this current even but strived to keep a straight face.

Edith sat quietly listening to the soft hum of her Cadillac Ciel as it ate up miles in the dead of night. She mulled over the message once again, a tall glass of champagne in hand.
The Queen is dead….
Edith cursed under her breath. "I invested a lot of money in you, female…". Edith had always been fond of the Queen, approving of her ways of rule. She had given much in taxes and personal donations to the Queen's cause. And now, she's dead She thought with a sour glare to the skies above. "And now, I've got an angry king on my back…" She muttered before taking a sip from her glass. She just hoped this whole escapade was quick, finding the murderer so they could pay sevenfold, and Edith could get back to her business. The girl had schedule to keep.

Cal sat as still as stone within the council room of the King's castle. Seems he was the first to arrive. He sighed heavily, standing up to pace. He knew that the other families would want to make a grand entrance, displaying their power for the court to see, despite the current misfortune of the Queen's death. Cal wondered idly who was to blame. Nothing like this had happened in centuries he was sure. Not since the marriage of the Queen and King had ended the last of the feuds between families. Now there was no guarantee that they would not start up again. He would have to secure his lands in preparation and move Lucinda to a safer stronghold…
Still pacing, he wondered how long it would be before the storm broke over the castle.

_{(Idk who to use, halp)}

Cas approaches the council room, already annoyed, The last place I’d wish to be is here he thinks to himself as he throws open the doors, I have better things to do than be here. he walks down several more winding hallways briskly.

Cambria stood outside of the council room, hesitating for some reason. For the first time in a long time, she felt a flicker of fear. Of course war was no stranger to her, she was birthed on a Gaulish battlefield, and yet the feeling lingered in the back of her mind. Something dark and violent was afoot here. She could almost feel it breathing down her neck. Now was the time to protect her family above all else. This, she knew in her gut.
She straightened her shoulders and pushed through the doors, head held high. "Well well, good evening." She said to the room and whoever may be in it.

Ver looked up, seeing the woman named Cambria. He composed himself. "Hello." He said curtly, crossing his arms and stopping his pacing.

Cas enters from the opposite doors and sits in a chair far off from the center, he crosses his legs and eyes everyone in the room, slightly glaring, “evening” he replies quietly

Edith looked to the ancient palace as she stepped through the double doors, flanked on either side by finely dress rough-necks. Her body guards, just for show and light work, Gunther and Hugo. They stayed silent as she led the way to the council room. She remembered the way after a few visits over the years.

She pushed the doors open and stepped in. She greeted no one, her eyes falling on each and every one of those guests already present. Her heels clicked as she made her way to the table, the sound echoing off the walls. Gunther pulled the chair out for her, Edith sat, and crossed her legs at the knees.

Name:: Mikhail Dean
Family House:: House Dean
Family Sigil:: A man with a sword in his hand which was dripping with blood, the background was a pale blue.
Gender:: Male
Sexuality:: Gayyyy
Open to ships?:: YESSS, srry, I just love shipping
Age:: Around 6,000…? who even counts anymore?
Species:: Vampire
Personality:: Mikhail is sweet and fairly quiet, often times enjoying a comfortable silence a lot more than ongoing chats. He’s awkward around new people at first, but after trusting them, he tends to open up very quickly, often times finding himself uncomfortable when he’s not telling the full truth or being himself. Mikhail, around people he knows and decides to like, can be brutally honest (though sprinkles in some warm words and tries his hardest to make it up if he hurts anyone) and can come off as loud, until he’s put in an uncomfortable situation. He suffers from anxiety and won’t voice his opinions loudly, but with time, he grows the courage to speak up about his thoughts. While he appears to be calm and collected in stressful situations, his mind is often battling with itself, and anxiety is not an uncommon feeling for Mikhail. He’s a quick thinker, but tends to second guess his decisions over and over again, and when he’s in a terribly pressured spot, his facade of stability chips away as his mental state deteriorates. Mikhail despises the idea of being harsh or rude to others, and he tries his hardest to sympathise and be empathetic when he’s talking to others; but when someone somehow uses up all of his patience, he snaps and causes a big (and to be frank, an embarrassing) scene, his thoughts becoming irrational and taking many things (especially criticism) much farther out of proportion that what it truly is. Even with his kind-hearted nature, Mikhail can hold grudges for years - don’t test it. He tries his hardest to be graceful but ends up a bumbling mess in sticky situations. Mikhail also hates the smell of fire, but doesn’t know why his anxiety triggers at it and where the trigger stems from. Even at the slightest whiff of smoke or a lit match can lead to him starting to shake almost uncontrollably, as if he had a fever.
Appearance::
Height: 5’6ft
Eye Color: A light, icy cerulean. The outer edges of his irises are a darker shade, bordering towards violet which gradually fades into the blue as the color moves closer towards his pupil. His eyes are a rounder shape, though they evidently hold the weight of tiredness due to the amounts of exhaustion that often overcome him.
Hair Color: His hair is cut short and curly, with a part on his left side. His hair often falls into his right eye causing him to brush it out of the way or behind his ears. The hues of his short locks are an unnatural platinum silver, with underlying tones of cool blue.
General Features: Freckles dot Mikhail’s dark olive slender face, and his body has a fairly slim, lanky build. His left ear is a little bit nicked at the top from an accident during Kindergarten, and he often has bruises or small cuts from stupid mistakes he makes. Mikhail has an old burn scar, faded and light, on his upper thigh to around his hip area on his right side. (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/427615350125887499/431586547998130178/mikhail_1.png)
Talents:: You'll see
Flaws:: Insecure, has a hard time dealing with his feelings, seems cold since he's quiet most of the time, very self-less, would take a bullet for anyone.
Outfit:: Anything comfortable so usually hoodies, and ripped jeans
Weaponry/powers:: Cryokinesis, uses a dagger if he has to do close-range fighting.
Background:: You'll see ;3

(Is he okay?)

Cal looks up as the woman enters. "Lady Cambria." he says softly with a nod of his head. By the gods, it had been so long since he last seen her. She has certainly grown into her title that's for sure.
He nods to the other woman that stepped in as well. Edith, he thought her name was. She had risen to power with such violence that even he had heard about it in his remote lands. Lucinda had been intrigued by her.
He sat at the table with the grace of a lion. So it begins

Cambria froze at the sight of Cal, but smoothly continued her stride to the seat next to Edith. She wasn't going to let anything distract her. She looked expectantly around the room. It had been decades, nay centuries, since the families were joined like this. She wondered what the Prince, or even the King, was going to say.
She glanced at the gilded throne at the head of the table where the King sat. He looked worn, tired, and old. He sat slumped in his chair with a hand over his face. They were all gathered. Why hadn't he said anything yet? At least acknowledge their presence. She frowned.

Cas glances around the room, he had been a vampire for ages, but still, so many in the same room made him uneasy, he masked it as best he could by putting on an indifferent face and icy glare

Edith's ivory gaze traveled over the large male, she returned his nod with one of her own. Sir Gaius Callum Marcellus…. A male of elegant looks and inferni-like tempers. A feline smirk curled her wine red lips. Her gaze slid to the female beside her. Lady Cambria Vocorix A lady of firm power and stronger loyalty. A wonderful asset to have.
Maybe, just maybe, there is business to be made on the trip, hmmm? She thought as her gaze traveled once more. Sir Calistos, the Prince, then the king. Hollowed, spent, and dead inside he looked. She pitied him. The man had lost his love and almost his life. We will avenge her, my Lord She promised. Or she wasn't a Markovich.

Cas clears his throat, subtlety never being his specialty, “shall we just sit in silence for the rest of enternity then?”

Cambria chuckled quietly, in agreement with Calistos. She turned to the King, "My lord? You have called us all here," she gestured around the room "and we have answered your call."
They sat in silence for a few more moments before the King moved. He looked up suddenly taking them all in. "One of you have done this." He hissed, bearing his fangs at them all. "One of you have taken my wife from me. One of you would plunge our world into war and violence after I have given us peace!" He was shouting now his eyes glowing as red as the blood they consumed. He lean forward and slammed his hands on the table, cracking it straight down the middle. "I will have all of your heads if the traitor does not come forward. How dare you betray me."
Cambria stared at him, too shocked to say anything. Gone was their peaceful King. Here was the male that rose to power with blood and chaos millennia ago. She was not ashamed to admit that fear sliced through her body, along with an equally violent slash of anger. How could he think that one of us did this?? She looked quickly around the room to gauge the response of the others.

Cas looks at him, keeping his famous ever stoic look on his face. His voice being the only thing to give away any emotion, “My king!” He stands and then bows, “Why would any of us do this? Your wife, rest her soul, was an excellent ruler. What have us to gain from ridding our kingdom, in which we prosper in times of peace, from that?”