Currently: Katalam - (Hometown in Russia)
Status: 62%
Feeling: "There has to be more."
Eye Color:: Amber Yellow/Electric purple when Berserking
Personality:: Somewhat Condescending. Gracefully insane.
Occupation:: Retired Weaponsmith/ Current Mistress. (Serious Mad Scientist Vibes)
Species:: Void | Berserker
Height:: 5'8"
Physically:: Lean with visibly toned muscles.
Goal:: N/a
Valkyrie is a former hunter of the supernatural. She took up this career for several years before ultimately becoming one in which she hunted. Falling for one of those blood-sucking menaces, life had changed. Though it changed even further once her lover abandoned her. While in his eyes, this was to protect Valkyrie. In her eyes, it was a betrayal. This spiraled her distrust for vampires but awoke her terrifying Berserking genes. Through uncontrollable rage, Valkyrie became his end.
Atlas. Her second muse. Years later, Valkyrie had gone through massive changes and met many new creatures. Atlas originally was her servant, her slave that she loved to put through cruel feats of torture and drunken rage fits. Her cruelty came to a lull one night. All her ways of working him to the bone and petty torture had been out of a twisted attraction she'd had for him. Acting on that attraction, she pursued her servant in a more romantic matter. This led to a spiral that our Mistress never expected. Atlas was The King of a realm known as the Void, and through fluid contact with him, her body began to slowly disintegrate from the inside out. Ultimately this led to Valkyrie's very painful death.
Years later, she was resurrected. Through the use of a particular Cambion, she's recovered the memories that were lost in her previous life. She's still left to wonder who revived her? How did they do it? And who was that man leaning over her when she awoke. Where has he gone? The only memories she has of that day are cloudy. Black hair and amber eyes are her only clues. Later in life, she bore a child, though the child's life was short-lived. She, of course, had nothing to do with little Titania, and instead pursued her newfound power that Atlas left her with. She's now grown to master most void abilities and has discovered that the entrance to the Void's realm has laid within her weapon this whole time. She's now self-proclaimed King of the Void. While this doesn't settle well with others in the Void Realm. There's currently no one to challenge her for that title. Hence, the False King rules to this date.
Valkyrie has since grown comfortable with Atlas's disappearance. With the help of an ally by the name of Draco, research has been conducted on both Valkyrie and her weapon. she's come to believe through this science that Atlas dwells in her weapon of choice; one he as well knew she cherished. Even though she once cared for Atlas, she will do everything in her power to keep him contained; for releasing the King could forfeit her Void inheritance. What's even more worrisome, however, is that the Void's power continues to infect others with virtually no cure.
After the Great War ended. (Causing the death of her mortal enemy as well as her servant Ceres), Valkyrie has returned to her hometown in Russia. There's an odd aura about this place that she sometimes cannot stand. Amir and his people built this place with their magick. Is it now free for the taking? With no ruler for the traveler's town, Valkyrie has debated seeking out the Talisman of Absolute Law. This Amulet has been hidden for quite some time. Ceres, however, leaked snips of information regarding its whereabouts shortly before her passing. It is said to have to power to bring lesser beings to their knees. Perhaps she'd have her kingdom yet.
Still, there remains the issue of Vasharti. The son she never wanted.The child or intrusion and torture. The child of experimental rape at the hands of Amir. Valkyrie never wishes to see him, but does he feel the same? Only time will tell.
Valkyrie has a very condescending personality, this trait is amplified when she is dealing with her servants. She keeps to herself when dealing with most strangers but isn't shy. Valkyrie has a dark mentality towards her servants, sometimes taking out built-up rage on them. . Val has become gracefully insane. This disability is not enough to stop her in everyday pursuits but often drives her ambitions in a different direction. After being oppressed by Amir, a switch flipped in Val's mind sending her on an endless quest for power. The goal? To never be put in that position again. Additionally, she has a crazy addiction to her servant Atlas. Though upon her mysterious resurrection, he is nowhere to be found. Atlas has been with her for quite some time. Her attraction to him became her downfall as both a Mistress and a Human.
Aside from the few things that trigger her, Valkyrie is mostly normal. Long ago, before acquiring her void abilities or her first servant for that matter. Our Mistress had a lover. Valkyrie grew twistedly attached to him, almost as much as she is to Atlas. She was a hunter back then, to Vampires in specific. After months of a perfect love, Val's lover broke things off in fear for her safety. In a flurry of emotional pain, the Berserker was born. Enraged and unable to control herself, Valkyrie brutally murdered her lover. (Or so she thought) Every so often she can be seen caving into that addiction when someone with similar characteristics as her dead lover is present.
Valkyrie isn't one to wear a smile on her face and is more than often, strictly business. Part of her wishes for a new start while the other side can't stop thinking about her past and all it contained.
Valkyrie is a dark beauty. Our Mistress possesses long black hair which is usually drawn back to keep it out of the way. Standing at 5'9", she's much taller than the typical female. Everything about our Mistress is fearsome; her body is well toned visibly showing curves of muscle under that smooth skin of hers. Often her eyes are a golden yellow, though when enraged, they'll pulsate and eventually stay a vibrant purple. The purple is a mix of a Berserking Status and the Void which her late servant infected her with. When not in battle our Mistress still tries to keep it classy but doesn't waste as much time in the mirror as most women her age.
Our Mistress has a scar on her stomach, from a battle with a horrid enemy of hers. Amir was the only man she could never beat, the only one that was able to control her. She hated it with every fiber of her being, however, retaliation only led to injury, not once but several times. Never did she cave in, always did it appear she was Amir's punching bag. His abilities far countered hers in every way. Their last battle left her near death, when Amir used her own weapon against her creating a deep slash wound from her right hip clear upwards to the lower left part of her rib cage.
Valkyrie is different from most supernaturals for the fact that she does not have the ability to cast any type of magic. She also has many vital points that most humans have. Valkyrie is a berserker meaning the more angry or injured she becomes, the stronger she will get. She is a scythe wielder and since her return from the void has the ability to materialize her weapon at will. Our Mistress is an amazing ally but an even more dangerous enemy. She has come to the conclusion that the former void King Atlas embodies her scythe and wields his power as her own.
STRENGTHS
Overwhelming physical strength: Valkyrie has amazing physical strength, enough to shatter boulders or even cause small fissures This was the only supernatural ability that she was born with. Her strength matches if not exceeds most supernaturals with this ability and continues to get stronger the more rage she builds up.
Undying Stamina: Due to the fact that Valkyrie has a rather slow speed level when it comes to the supernatural, over time her body has developed the ability to take many more hits than most. (Consider her a tank, for you all gamers out there.) The damage inflicted on her will not heal immediately. However, she can take many fatal blows before admitting defeat.
Void Defense: Atlas, Valkyrie's former servant, gave her the 'privilege' to be infected with the void (Atlas's abilities/origins.) She's unsure whether this was intentional or not. Either way, it appears as though the void only brings help in battle. The void's mist protects Valkyrie in battle without her casting or commanding it. It's only an extra wall of defense for her already high defenses. It appears, however, the void protects her weapon far more than her body.
Berserking: This is Val's most dangerous ability and one that she has also never been able to control. Upon a near-death experience or a vast emotional imbalance, she will enter a berserking status. Dark purple veins will climb across her body, visible to the naked eye. Pupils become enraged with a purple haze. In this state, Valkyrie's Physical strength and stamina increase even more and her body maintains the ability to regenerate itself. Valkyrie also gains powerful telekinetic abilities. This ability is time-limited and can only be maintained as long as her body can handle it.
WEAKNESSES
Magic: Valkyrie is a close-ranged melee fighter and doesn't click well with magic. She doesn't understand much nor does she have the ability to cast it, making her vulnerable to it.
Speed: Valkyrie's speed compared to most other supernatural beings is considered to be very slow. She is still much faster than the typical human, but can easily be outsped by most high-grade vampires, demons, lycans, etc.
Insanity: Valkyrie can often be triggered very easily if you know the things that make her tick. This can throw her off in battle, or send her into a raging frenzy. Choose wisely.
Berserking: Valkyrie's strongest ability is also a double-edged sword. She can only maintain this form for as long as her body can maintain it. While she is enraged, her body is constantly taking damage from the unnatural amount of fury and power flowing through her veins. Once she leaves this state, she will most likely be unconscious, and/or near death.
RESISSTANCES & EXTRAS
Draining Kiss: Valkyrie has the ability to drain life-energy from any creature she kisses. It's theorized that Atlas, her servant had this ability or something similar, and upon that deadly kiss years ago between both Atlas and her that led to her death; she obtained a similar variation. She's now mastered most of what this ability has to offer and can imbue a person's ability(s)/essence into a weapon for a limited time.
Void's Kiss: A poorly named ability that basically means Valkyrie can infect other people with her Void Sickness. She has not only transferred the Void before with a simple kiss, but also a deadly slash from her scythe. It's worth noting, each person has their own resistances and susceptibilities to the Void.
Void's Protection: (Resistance): Before the void, it appeared Valkyrie was extremely susceptible to mind-control. However, since the void has consumed her body, it now acts as a layer of protection against mind-controlling effects. She can still have her thoughts read.
(If my character engages in a relationship, it will be solely to that person. Not to say she isn't a cheater, But I won't do AU relationships.)
Valkyrie has been through the whole love thing and isn't sure she wants to go back. She's been there and done that. It ended up costing her much more than she expected. If she were to get with someone they'd have to be more powerful than her in order to keep her berserking rage under wraps. However, her interests vastly range. She's got a thing for weaker scrawny men and women simply for the fact that she can control them. It's a simple satisfaction that she gets far too often between her servants and few allies. If Valkyrie was ever engaged in a relationship, It'd most likely not be for love and more so for benefit.
Valkyrie is a Mistress and often takes on Servants as she sees fit. Many times, her servants have suffered from her drunken rage and torturous ways. She's picky about her servants and must see potential in them in order to take them under her wing. She's a pretty lenient Mistress and doesn't usually take on as many servants as in her past. Now with her ascension to King of the Void, She's begun seeking guardians rather than slaves to travel by her side. Guardians in the void world strive to protect and preserve their King.
ATLAS | SERVANT | SLEEPING GIANT (Alive)
"..Do you love me, Atlas?" The fatal attraction... Atlas was a simple servant of Valkyrie's and it stayed that way for several years. Due to her own fascination with Atlas, he became her downfall. While her death came swift, her resurrection was not far off. The servant that she had once wished for more from was now sleeping in her weapon and feeding her newfound power. She's discarded the idea of romance with Altas in order to keep him contained and she with his power.
AMIR | ENEMY | FALLEN KING (Deceased)
"You're no King." Amir was the main villain in Valkyrie's lifetime. A weight is lifted off her shoulders since his death. When she met the King in his lesser form, there may have been a bit of attraction. (on her side anyway) This only fed into the insanity of his betrayal. Once a charming and alluring man, Amir became power-hungry and sinister. Valkyrie had learned she was always been in his cross-hairs since she was young. Perhaps this was the reason he picked her up off the streets of Russia and gave her a place to call home. She'd later become his unwilling gene donor to the next King of the Cosmos. Amir is the main reason for her insanity, power-struggle mentality, and heavy distrust.
CERES | SERVANT | THE DAMNED (Deceased)
"You want power..With just one kiss, you'll have your wish." Once a bride of Lucifer, Ceres fell and she fell far. The Fae was stripped of her wings and struggled to roam the Earth without her beloved. Her hell-bent love for Lucifer drove her to Valkyrie. Of course, Val gave her what she wanted and didn't disclose many details. The Void eventually became Ceres' downfall; Thus killing a treasured servant and healer.
VASHARTI | BIOLOGICAL CHILD | UNWANTED (Alive)
"I'll kill you myself if you ever cross my path." Vasharti's name only brings Valkyrie anger. She was held against her will and forced into conceiving Vash with his father Amir. The perfect Starcaller - Amir said. Now in his death, it is assumed Vasharti has taken the throne in the Stars. Valkyrie only wishes for him to stay there and leave her be. So far, her wishes have been granted.
ALEXANDER | LOST LOVE | BEGINNING OF THE FALL (Alive)
"Look at what you've done to me.." If only Valkyrie's story had stopped here. If only there was a happily ever after. Valkyrie loved Alexander dearly. A love that she didn't think much on until it was gone. She'll never forget that night the two snuck around to meet. He from his coven and she from an unnamed hunter's group. While Valkyrie was ready to toss herself into this new world with Alexander, he sought her safety instead. Valkyrie could not handle his reasoning. Like a switch had been flipped, Valkyrie's Berserking Status awoke for the first time. The huntress could not control herself and ultimately slaughtered her lover. Or so she thought..
OMEGA | SERVANT | THE KID (Alive)
"You missed a spot." Nik is someone Valkyrie oddly holds dear. She'll never admit it to him of course. Perhaps it was his scrawny physique or his cluelessness that reminded her of Atlas. Whatever it is, Valkyrie has a hard time stopping her mind from wandering. She gets an odd satisfaction from watching him scramble at her commands but also treats him more as an acquaintance than a slave. Nik has yet to receive abuse from Valkyrie. In addition, Nik was the reason for Valkyrie's capture by Amir. She keeps this a secret from the kid, not admitting she traded herself for his own safety.
JETT | ENEMY/TOLERANCE | THE ROOK (Alive)
"You'd best stay out of my way, son of Lucifer." Valkyrie never liked Jett, even before finding out he was Amir's Alpha Servant. While Amir's intelligence was quite frank all-knowing, he could not see the trickery Jett had pulled right underneath his nose. Amir became Jett's shield and his weapon. Eventually, this Alpha Servant became the head of the snake, urging Amir to slip deeper into insanity. Of course, this meant he and Valkyrie were never on the same side.
SEREN | ENEMY | THE KING'S BITCH (Alive)
"Does he Fuck you like he loves you, Seren? You're just another pass time." Seren is Second in Command to the throne. She's trained directly under Amir. The two are natural enemies for this reason. However, during Valkyrie's time in captivity, it wasn't hard to feel the jealousy looming off the Female Starcaller. Ultimately, Seren's witchery aiding in Valkyrie conceiving the unwanted child of Amir. Valkyrie equally hates Seren as much as Seren hates her.
Valkyrie has always been a passionate drinker, but with past events in her life, this has become a daily occurrence. She also drinks to ebb away her building rage from the Berserker sleeping within
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Roman (Another Writer) recovered her memories not too far in the past. She'd lost several years of memories after succumbing to the Void.
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Valkyrie is triggered into insanity by thoughts of Atlas or people that look like him. Over the last several years, this sickness has begun to ebb itself away. She's now much more composed. Though the thought still lingers.
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Valkyrie still crafts weapons for buyers on the side even though it is no longer her profession. These customers are usually repeat buyers or people she still has use for.
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Her blood has an intoxicating effect on Vampires. It often reflects the effects of hypnotic drugs. This is the Void's curse coursing through her veins. With enough consumption, one can also become infected.
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Valkyrie has an odd interest in younger males.
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KATALAM
The City in the Sands
Katalam, the city in the sands. This small traveler's town is located in the mountains north of Siberia. These mountains are typically cold and devoid of most human existence. Thus, Katalam sits nestled in the most desolate location. It boasts desert heat temperatures and scenery to match. Most describe this as a reverse oasis effect. Katalam has since become a safe haven to all species. There is no treaty, no law in the City in the Sands; only mutual need. Katalam is scattered with merchants and kiosks lining the cities major road in and out of its walls. Many travel simply to sell their goods; few choose to settle down. Valkyrie is one of those few. Originally built and named by the Starcaller species, Katalam has since gone void of any Starcaller race. It is believed to be their abandoned Earthly city.
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Revising my profile. Need to Add info and make it more legible. I feel cluttered! Roleplays will resume When revision is finished. ETA Friday - OOC and selectively responding until then (Bolt)
(Yes, we were, and I am indeed still interested in pursuing this endeavour. We shall roleplay. The one question that remains is, will we jump right into it, or plan ahead?)
She lies to him and he smiles smugly because he knows she isn't telling the truth. Even setting up an entire powerpoint presentation proving a point that she doesn't know Bolt could not convince him otherwise. Aura's don't lie - they can't. And he knows Bolt well enough to pick him out from a crowd whilst blindfolded. There is no mistaking the Dragon Man has been around her in recent days. As for how recent Roman can't say. There are too many variables such as length of time spent together and.. exactly how close they were. Yet, his imagination can run wild with all the possibilities. Her negative reaction suggests a complex relationship, especially her lying about it. There is something she wishes him to not know, then again, when isn't there something people don't want Roman to know about?
"You are very defensive about a man you don't know.." He muses softly, still wearing that smug smile. Never in a million years would he have guessed she was his type. As it turns out, he doesn't know Bolt as well as he thinks he does. Once more, he looks the angry and battle-ready woman over. The more he thinks about it, perhaps she is well suited to a man with a cooler head. Opposites attract, right?
Roman chuckles, "Excellent, remind me to give you a call if I ever need some heavy lifting done." A smart ass despite her threat. He doesn't feel threatened but is amused by it nonetheless. She reminds him of a girl with blue hair and an equally difficult to handle attitude, "Explain to me what I could be getting in the way of?" He asks curiously, doing it more to rouse a reaction than to get a real answer, "For someone who thinks so highly of herself, how could I ever obstruct you from what you want?" He might have a point there.
The path in the forest widens to a clearing that ends in a cliff. He walks directly to the edge and stares at the city lights below. It's as if the adventures had with the hunters had been from a time long ago. The atmosphere is completely different. He looks to Val and folds his arms over his chest, "I owe you a favor. I'd like to get it out of the way as soon as possible, so the sooner you can come up with something for me to do, the better."
A fearless Beserker and flamboyant Cambion go for a stroll. Sounds like the start of the joke. Here is to hoping they never get around to facing the punchline. Convincing as she may sound, she's struck him with doubt that there has never been a moment she has been afraid. Now that he is aware he is in the presence of a woman willing to lie in order to protect her pride, he's readily adjusting himself to handle future circumstances. No judgment, of course. Roman has told his fair share of white lies to better suit himself. Nobody is perfect. And anyone who claims to be can go and get stuffed.
When called weak, he raises a brow and peers at her from over his shoulder. It's nice to not have hands quiver in fear as they cautiously tighten around a blade. A common theme in the reasons why he is wanted dead circles around power. The extraordinary things he is capable of. Most of which he prefers to pretend he is incompetent of. Feigning weakness is what keeps him from being a high priority on Heaven's hit list. But, he can't pretend forever. Sooner or later things will come to light and he will be forced to face what becomes of him and the future, "Of course." He agrees with her casually, hardly with any care to correct her. Let her believe she could crush him by pure will. It makes little difference to him.
The path takes them deeper into the forest, and it's not long before the sounds of the party are lost. There is nothing but the sound of his own breathing and the footsteps following him. Suddenly, he stops and looks at her sharply. His dark eyes narrow at her accusingly, a single finger pointing crudely at her, "Do you know Doom and Gloom?" Don't use nicknames, Roman, "I mean, Bolt. Weird dragon fucker." Ah. His aura is all over her, possibly from close and prolonged contact.
He jumps back on topic lightening quick, showing a mind quick to drift from topic to topic with absolute ease, "That's a very vague question. I can do backflips, I can swim, I can influence emotions of other people, I can run away pretty good, I can fuck up things like a champion, I can make coffee, I can fuck -" Insert smug little grin here and a small expectation for her to scoff at him, "I can't do math, but I can warp reality and read minds I'm telekinetic, I can teleport too. I can read auras and yours is tainted with some of Bolt's, so how do you know him?" Ah. Back to Bolt.
"What can you do?" Aaand, back on track.
(Trust me I know the feeling...)
Lazarus tipsy mood made him miss out the details of her tone, although he did listen to her and in a slight suspicion hear sarcasm in her question. Of course even if he was right to suspect it, annoyance mood would not sweep across his head like a fast thunder strike. He was rather tolerant to even those whose pride diverted their manners to a path of effrontery and all thanks to his wife who he loved with all his heart and hated with all his passion. Not like Val showed any, but this suspicion of sarcasm alerted Lazarus to reckon it, after all, he was tipsy, but not blind to notice a slight pride in her eyes and appearance, yet tipsy enough to miss out her verbal accent.
Lazarus would not completely show her his attention, when she asked for his recommendation he already took another draught on his whiskey, slowly placing the glass on the table while still keeping his grasp on it. Blinking twice he’d release a rather amused smile, well, the smile escaped his sealed “serious” lips, exposing his peal white teeth with a couple of vampiric fangs.
He lowered his head until his chin touched his Barbell Neck press, speaking out in a calm, surprised manner:
“I would not have recommended that, but it’s far better than those two.”- He’d raise his head in a fast, childish sudden speed to meet the bartender once more. This act made the bartender blink twice as his eyes widened from shock of this childish behavior. Lazarus withdrew two silver coins from his left jackets pocket, placing it where the bartender could see. The coin meant a paid all night drink fee, but two would mean he’s paying for someone else and since Val was here (and the fact that Luther placed his two fingers on top of those coins) the bartender understood that Lazarus was treating her.
Now Lazarus would do so not because he was a “gentleman”, gosh no, these sort of men died out the moment they used this phrase to insure women they are not to be dangerous, calm them, get them drunk and get their way with them. No, Lazarus did it because he was accommodating and conscious. She is new, thus she would not know how to pay for the drink, thus Lazarus will introduce her with these rules for this one time and if she’ll ever wish to visit this hell hole she’ll know the whole economy system.
“Anyways, where are my manners? Name is Lazarus of Bethany, I don’t care if you don’t care what my name is. We are civilized and introduction of one’s name is gold rule for two parties intercourse, am I correct?”- Lazarus would offer her a warm and friendly smile as he changed his sitting position to face her. The bartender would already place the glass and pour in the Asfordian Griffons whiskey.
Now this drink, well, it was far beyond human. The first taste for her would be poignant, taste of grain with a sweetening honey at the end. One glass down and she might feel an effect, as this drink was far beyond human, those supernatural origin drink these sorts of drinks to get immediate effect.
If she introduces herself or not Lazarus would not care as he’d continue laying down his curios questions either way.
“What brings you here if I may know? Visitors of your type is kind of rare."
(Certain direction? Ha! This is a story. I have few plot in which Val would get action, but it will all go to how I and you play it. Let's just hope the two won't try to kill each other within the few posts, that would be just too fast. )
As Val would look at the drink menu, she would notice a blurry shadow suddenly out of nowhere appearing right in front of her, a side step to the left while holding something in its hands. If she’d take notice and direct her attention to it, she’d see an old man dressed similar to the musician. Pastel Grey skin color, heavy bangs under his eyes, surprisingly no wrinkles on his face, just few white hairs showing that he is at a brink of baldness, malnourished skeletal type figure. His tiring Oyster Hues gazed down to Val, as if examining her while whipping an empty glass dry. His stare showed little life in them, not betraying his thoughts about her, almost professionally hiding his opinion. Yes, such a stare belonged to a bartender.
But before they could establish a dialog together, one out of two doors located at the left from the bar would slowly open wide, with a crow immediately exiting the room the doors hid, making a bow turn and landing right on the counter three seats away from where Val positioned herself in.
The crow was twice the size of any regular crow, a puffed up chest, white stripes on the edge of its feathers and a white spot at the tip of its peck. Name of this creature was Heinrich, and soon as he landed Heinrich would waddle his way to the edge of the counter near the drinks, tilting his head to the left and right while plinking. This act attracted the bartender’s attention as he looked down on the little pest and rolled his eyes, turning to the shelves packed with drink withdrawing an oak bottle which was the fourth from the middle shelves right side.
The second being to exit was Lazarus.
There was nothing special about him that this establishment would take to consideration. He was not the owner, just an ally of two, he was not influential therefor no one would tremble before his image- He was just a common visitor and a citizen of the Abyss.
Standing up to 5.8 feet tall the male radiated with self-pride. A leering smirk across his face never seemed to fade. His eyes showed hidden sins of wrath and cruelty, yet no wrinkles to betray his old age. Dressed in a gentleman’s S number suit: White Cotton shirt, Black Cashmere wool Jacket designed with a peaked lapel, same material and color trousers, a black tie, black well-polished oxfords shoes, fallowed with a homburg hat to cover his German hairstyle not to mention dark thin leather gloves.
Lazarus closed the door behind him, turning to face the bodyguard. He lifted a nearly empty glass of Hades Thorn whiskey to his nose level, in a toast manner teasing the tall giant with his playful countenance, making the giant roll his eyes, thus making Lazarus smile a smile of a barely hold on chuckle, turning his head to the right on where the bar was, to his surprise in this part there was a visitor of a females gender. Raising a questionable brow Lazarus walked to where the Crow was, taking a seat as the little bugger waddled away to the side.
Lazarus placed his glass on the table as the bartender uncorked the oak bottle and poured in the amber colored liquor, releasing a sweet/poignant scent. Both Lazarus and the Bartender exchanged stares that lasted until the glass was half full. Surely the two had unfriendly relationship. Yet at some reason the two would not exchange dialog. To be fair Lazarus was not liked here due to past incidents, little fight here, little provocation there. Alas they could not throw him away due to him being a customer and that he seemed tougher than he looked. It was not the suit that made him look bulky, no, under that suit laid a gladiator’s masculinity, but even this small fact was not the reason on why the bartender would not have his colossal throw Lazarus out.
“Welcome to Vier Blumen m’lady. A fair warning: Do not take Cossak’s Saliva and Witches Kiss. These drinks are considered to be the stronger bunch.”- Lazarus would speak while slowly averting his Azure hues to Val’s direction. His accent was a mix of thick German and soft British. He would remove his hat and place it to his left, after that lifting his drink to sniff the scent of it and taking the first sip, keeping the liquor in his mouth for a brief second before swallowing it. The crow lifted off just to land on his left shoulder releasing a harsh “caw” at the bartender for no good reason.
How would Lazarus know that she is new to this place? It was just a guess. As most who are new tend to act strange or feel out of character, confused and lost. But most importantly those who would be familiar would have their drink right in front of them.
Already aware she's caught up to him and his starry gaze, he feels it pointless to grant her acknowledgement with a glance in her direction. She speaks, he smiles. She turns to rest her condescending gaze back at the manner of terror, and Roman breathes in the night air. They're not like-minded souls. Rather opposite. With her battle ready front contrasting heavily against his tactical evades and thoughtful approach to conflict. Using his head has been the only real reason he's managed to live as long as he has. When you've got Heaven on your ass for no reason other than the DNA that runs through your veins, the options you have are limited. Alliances must be made, numbers risen to satisfactory protection and he must never put himself in unnecessary dangers.
"Have you ever seen fear?" He asks her, mimicking her condescending tone with flair. Hearing such tone come from him is terribly irritating, "If I recall, fear doesn't smile while it takes your hand and urge you to jump out a window." Shaking his head, he finally takes his eyes off the stars and to the woman in heels, "Call it what you want, I do what I have to to survive. I'm an underdog, fighting against all the odds. Have you ever heard of cambions?" His grin seems so wicked in the dark, the expression bleeding into his eyes, "By Angelic and human standards, we are not a popular bunch. I'm sure they pay well for my head on a stick."
In the distance, the building the pair had escaped continues to ring with life of echoed screams and unusual weapons. He's no hero. The lives of those in there matter very little to him. Roman turns away and walks his way through a path that begins on the edge of a forest, "But, I don't break my promises. I owe you something." At least he has not forgotten.
(Do forgive me for this poor quality. I am rusty as hell. I'll try to improve myself during this RolePlay.)
“It is believed that a man with an army can change the world, but the very same army could not change the path he walks of the road to insanity.”- Luther’s Azure hues locked down to the darkness below him, a 164 feet total, resulting of a view that no other could see, even those who were fond of darkness would find it difficult- Blizzards tend to get chaotic in the northern part of Callios, the place where snow and ice rules supreme due to the north wind that originates from this God forsaken land.
The usual temperature would be -44 Celsius, strong winds, thick snow, unnaturally dangerous inhabitants lurking around the craters and caves. None living would dare enter these lands, none would even suspect others to do so, yet it did not halt the construction of “Eisen Krähe“, the foothold of the Crown of Lazarus, the bastion of the Silver Legion and heart of Khaos and its upcoming corruption in which Luther hopped would bring the Underworld to its knees and submit to the dominace his Knights. But all plots had time and this would ripen years before it blooms.
„Perhaps madness is all what fuels his pursuit for conquest?“- Luther would receive his answer, delivered in a thick german accent, coming from none other than his father Uriel.
Uriel was standing beside Luther, glaring down to the darkness as his son, yet showing slight complaint Henna hues; The way Luther raised his goals is considered heresy in the Templar mentality as it shows disrespect towards the dead.
Uriel plucked his fur coats cap inwards, as if trying to cover his neck ever so more. Due to the cold, both of these men had to wear outfits made of Cossok fur. (Cossosk are monsters of Callios, beasts that resemble a hybrid mix of sabretooth’s and Polar bears. Fur is enough keep you warm in Callios northern part, however the beast pelts are difficult to obtain due to the fact that they only inhabit the same place you’d kill to warm yourself.) Uriel found the outfit to be uncomfortable, as the gloves caused itch on his hands, the corpulent coat made it difficult to feel the surroundings and the straps meant to keep the fur nestled to his legs and keeping the boots from stooping away. Of course, Uriel thought he had it worse, Luther’s muscular body made the entire outfit even worse for him, Luther’s countenance clearly gave it away thanks to his slight frown and constantly fading and re-appearing smile.
“So I must surrender to madness if I understood your guidance correctly?”- Luther gave Uriel a vex smile as he placed his hands on top of the walls crenelation.
Leather gloves with fur inside did a terrible job protecting hands from the cold, especially when you were embracing cold metal with icy liar forming around it. As Luther took pride at the wall he and Uriel were standing on, as do all architect showed pride in their creation. The iron curtain Luther named it, 210 feet high, 98 feet width, wall stretched for seven kilometres with 26 Great towers. The material consisted with 49 feet width stone covered by a liar of 49 width iron- Impossible to any architect to design and any worker to build, but it was done by a single man.
“That rests on your conscience Luther. Shall you ever succumb to the temptatious thought of invisibility and risk losing all you strived to get back or shall you use it responsibly?”- Uriel raised a questioning brow as he bared witness his sons immature countenance change to a ruminative stare down to the ground which is shrouded in utter darkness. For a minute Luther listened to his father’s caveat.
“Well then…”- Luther answers with a long pause, trying to figure out the best path that could be taken during these time of events.- “…I shall hide in the shadows and wait.”- His tone showed newly born confidence, taking a deep breath and holding it in, he’d avert his gaze back to his father, releasing the breath with a quiet chuckle, exposing his vampiric fangs. Which Uriel responded with his fashionable cold smile.- “So it’s decided then.”
Three years later. Munich.
“Vier Blumen“ Pub- By appearance would not charm any person at first sight. To be fair not even the social- outcasts would wish to explore it. The pub is constructed by wood that is now old due to stentch of mold and visible fungus on the darkened colour. The sign would barely hang on the rusty bar located by the top left of the entrance, swinging by the slight breeze of wind. Not to mention any creature that would dare get closer would feel an unholy aura radiating from it. Clairsentients would accuse the pub to be haunted by angry, tormented spirits and they would not be wrong as the pub truly did have evil entities within, but they were not spirits. However this hostile aura kept not only humans out, but also demons and vampires as those within had additional hatred to the two supernatural races.
But what made the pub truly magnificent was the enormous electromagnetic impulses it spread with additional Abyss energy. Therefor the pub was located in the deepest corners of Munich, corners surrounded with abandoned buildings as no electrical devices seemed to work, nowadays humans cannot survive without electricity therefore the German government funded their departure. Reasons for this phenomenon is known to those of high rank in the governing of Earth and those who are brave enough to enter the pub.
Now the question would be why would the government not investigate it or shut it down? Well, it’s because of one important reason: The governing bodies of the Pub who hold a massive influence upon Earth’s politics, economies, militaries and innovation centres. Whatever the portal sends you is important to Earth’s elites. And if the Elites are happy, so are the citizens and thus little questions are asked, especially of a small pub located in an ghost district.
Those who are brave to enter would first find it difficult to enter as the doors would be locked from the inside, leading them to knock once or twice, depends on the person. The doors were from same wood as those from the outside oak, covered in mould, by the darkened colour seems rotten, yet the feeling once touched would differ as the door wood seemed tougher, almost new. 12x9 centimetres iron hinges at the doors four edges with large iron mag screws screwed to the hinges to keep it attached to the doors. The size of the door would be 8.2 feet, at the middle of the door 6.5 feet in height would be a wooden frame having written “Keine Geschöpfe der Nacht, keine Geschöpfe des Lichts.”
With knocks and a patient minute the doors would open with noise coming from the unlocking locks, emitting a convivial bandoneon tune. This sort of music would not suit everyone when it goes down to taste, but it does raise the mood, adding what is inside as well. Bulbs would illume the inside with medium lighting, not too bright or dark to cause discomfort, yet leaning more to a darker environment. Corn colored wallcoverings with three dark stripes in the middle, floors covered with iron blocks and ceilings covered with wood planks. Seven empty tables in the middle of the room, at the left corner was a piano and a chair, the chair being occupied by a man who played the bandoneon, dressed in a white shirt with a brown bow-tie, vest and pants (In short bartenders costume).
The bartenders table was located at the right corner of the pub, near the left at two meters were three wooden doors. Above was a hanging sings with white chalk written drinks and their cost with a currency sign of a crossed “F”. Possible drinks were: “Maria’s Tears- 35 F”; “Cossok Saliva- 99 F”; “Richasford’s Wine- 49 F”; “Hades Thorns- 77 F”; “Asfordian Griffons- 36 F”; “Okfile Mead- 12 F”; “Witches Kiss- 57 F”; “Filtford Wine- 69 F”.
Once inside the doors would be closed by a simple Pub guard that dressing were similar to that of Strip club guards, in a suit. Yet this one was pale like corpse, 6.5 feet tall, muscular like Hercules, yet almost bald, aggressive features, countless wrinkles on his forehead, misshaped nose and scars decorating his cheeks, chin and neck, yet he’d be polite enough by welcoming the guest by addressing to them as “Miss or Sir.” in a surprising soft tone.
I Owe: Ariel
(Pretty hard to assume so when we have not begun our RolePlay ;P)
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