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With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Oredoslan smiled, keeping his fangs covered. "As old as the Roman Empire, you could say." What the human took of his statement, the old vampire was curious to see.

"Ah. I am Oredoslan, it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance." Unless, of course, Clint tried to kill him. Then that might not be too pleasant. "May I have your name in return?"

“I seem to be getting that a lot lately. It matters not, though.

Ninjas, no. What a flattering thing to say, I so enjoy ninjas. Here I was fearing that in my old age I was getting loud and clumsy. Glad to see I can still sneak up on those who are so obviously trained in...

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"I seem to be getting that a lot lately. It matters not, though.

Ninjas, no. What a flattering thing to say, I so enjoy ninjas. Here I was fearing that in my old age I was getting loud and clumsy. Glad to see I can still sneak up on those who are so obviously trained in stealth.

Anyways, I want nothing from you, at least not as of yet."

oredoslan started following you

“No offense or anything, but you, sir, are one creepy motherfucker. What, did you train with ninjas? I barely even heard you approaching. And for me, that’s saying something.

What do you want?”

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@___@

sorry for disappearing, guys. stuff got kinda hectic school wise!

okay now for my list of stuff to reply to:

actually i have no clue who i owe and who i don't so here's a list of what i can remember 

beyondmysights (i just saw this this morning, getting on it now)

tellurianwitch

who owes me:

punkwatcher

evelynphoenix

plotting stuff to be done with:

thejaws--thatbite

anyone else who wants to plot!

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ow ow ow

whoa sudden headache ouch 

gonna see if i can sleep this headache off, now that my replies are out

@thejaws--thatbite

i'll answer your ask in the morning/at school, but thus far i'm loving what's developing!

okay bye now gonna go crawl under a rock

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He knew that the rooftop air had a bite to it, but Oredoslan couldn't feel it. Would never feel the cold again. He figured that, at least now, he wouldn't ever have to worry about hypothermia or frostbite. Always the optimistic one, he was. Using vampiric speed, he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, following the scent of the human he meant to feed from tonight. It had been close to two months since the last time he had fed, and the human who's home was near his club had called on him, reminding him that she was definitely ready for the next bite. He wondered, for a moment, what it felt like to be a human receiving a bite. Of course it wasn't the same as a vampire biting another vampire. Yes, there was pleasure, but they ran no risk of becoming addicted. Frowning slightly, he decided to leave that for another time. 

The house of the woman he meant to go to was closing in, but before he was able to leap onto the next rooftop in her direction, he was hit with the powerful smell of blood. For a moment, it was like he was a thousand years younger and still at the will of the bloodlust. His entire body stilled, and his face turned in the direction the wind was blowing the scent from. There was so much of it, it was nearly overpowering. Being as old as he was, though, the vampire had found ways to cope with his bloodlust. 

Closing his eyes for a moment, Oredoslan took a deep breath in through his mouth and out through his nose. Ignore the Call. Use your other senses. There. Faintly to his right, there was a heartbeat, a pitiful sounding one at that. Eyes still closed, he leapt off the building, landing outside an alleyway with a dull thud. When he opened his eyes, he saw the slumped over form of what looked like a human. Smelled vaguely human like, too. Except there was another, much stronger scent on it too. Wild... old... fiery? What the hell had this human been doing?

"Do you wish to die tonight?" It took only a few steps before Oredoslan stood in front of the man. "Although I might not have to waste my energy. You look as though you are having tea with Death at this very moment." Once he finished speaking, he stopped breathing. It helped keep his head clear, keep the bloodlust at bay. Instead, he narrowed his eyes at the mangled thing that looked like it might have once been an arm. It looked incredibly painful, and incredibly out of his league of knowledge. Technology never had, and most likely never would be his forte. 

Open || M!A: Arm malfunctioning

Roy wasn’t the kind of man to panic. He was pretty well-kept, he knew what to do in situations. You might as well say he’s been in times like this his whole life.

What do you do when a strong, heavy, metal and other material arm stopped working completely, dead as dead, dragging his shoulder bone down under it’s weight in a painful twist of nerves and bones threatening to dislocate? The arm was literally fused with the bones and other anatomy his arm was composed of. This hadn’t ever happened. And it wasn’t a very good idea to ask for help, no. No one knew about his arm; It was beautiful yet cruel, it drew eyes, it turned his life into a living hell of hiding in his house with his blinds shut and avoiding cameras and interviews.

It was late at night, an ungodly hour, really. Roy was desperately clutching his left arm, a pain that made his snarl piercing in through the bone and coursing through his body. Somewhere near the wrist, the wires had been torn under the force of a supernatural creature so powerful not even Roy’s arm could withstand the bite— A dragon.

He’d fled the scene, something he didn’t often do. The creature was damaged badly, but so was Roy. The Detective Sergeant could feel the scrape over his cheekbone, the bruises forming on his back, the ever-throbbing pain of bones being yanked inside of his body. There was a scratch that tore through the jacket on his side, three parallel marks that skimmed flesh and allowed blood to trickle in thin lines. At this point, the long venture from woods to town, his coat-side was drenched. His arm gave up. His head spun and he felt dizzy.

Roughly collapsing against a wall, Roy grunted in pain, ignoring the messy state of his short, black hair. The Scotsman was at a loss. He wasn’t close to death, not yet, but he felt like he was. Maybe he could pass out. If he were lucky. Maybe he could wake up and it would be fixed and all would be well. But when did that ever happen to Roy? Never. He glared down at it hopelessly. He had a ways to go before getting home, and even then, what was there to do about it? His eyes look tired, his body still very conscious, though it occasionally strayed closer to the border of unconsciousness if his arm pulled in the wrong way. The creature had literally gripped his arm by it’s jaws, yanking him from his position, throwing him around in a fury. His body didn’t feel correct at all.

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"Society also says that you should be in love with oh, what's his name? Justin Beiber, yes. And be obsessed with little boy bands like No Direction." Oredoslan countered sassily, before he smiled at her, just the barest hint of fang showing. "You look positively striking, standing before me unafraid as you are. Now, will you tell me what you are, or will I have to play a guessing game?"

Maybe he’d already eaten and just needed directions. Hope springs eternal? Right. Even you aren’t that naive. Miranda shrugged. “Sometimes. Other times I live elsewhere.” If this man had been any other creature it would have sounded like she was being coy. No, this was outright vague.

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"Battle ax, huh? That was never my weapon of choice. Give me a short sword and it'll be the last thing you do." As he mused, Oredoslan was suddenly pulled back two-thousand years, to the battle that would change his life forever. Dead bodies everywhere, enemies closing in, sun glaring brightly down, mockingly, even. He was slashing, yelling, watching men he had come to love as family die before his very eyes, and there he was, unable to protect them. 

He jolted, then shook his head and looked over his shoulder at Adrian, trying to play off his lapse in concentration. "You're still there? Don't you have whiskey to drink, woes to spill over top a bar, maybe a girl or two to drunkenly take back to your home?" There was a nasty edge to Oredoslan's voice, and a glint in his eyes that hadn't been there even minutes previously. Remembering his past always put him in a bad mood, quickly than most other things that pissed him off. 

This was definitely a new breed. Adrian would have to start writing them down. Though, really, what was the point when his memory kept them all perfectly straight inside his mind. For other people maybe to learn? That’d been his job once. To teach others. And this breed, children, is called Condescending Old Cunt. In all seriousness, they really did need names, though. Or classifications at the least.

Adrian was able to run this as a stream of sub-thoughts, while still watching Oredoslan. He offered a sickly sweet smirk at the challenge. “Sorry. Left me battle axe at home.” A truth, wrapped in snark. There was one sure-fire way to make Adrian Kingsley do something, and that was to challenge him. It almost eradicated the disheartening truth that this creature was basically a god among an already god-like species.

Adrian very nearly stabbed for that back on instinct alone, but simply shifted his grip on the stake. If he was honestly just going to walk away and leave him, there was no need to piss off the ancient vampire. Though that corner of his brain was bouncing and itching and goading him to try.

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thejaws--thatbite replied to your post: ooc post:

[ .. I AM READY ]

[WOO

OKAY SENDING AN ASK FOR YOU SOON 8D]

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ooc post:

i'm baaaaack took much longer than i intended to, but i was watching teen wolf oops

okay so these are the replies i'm working on right now:

thenamelesslockartist open starter thing thing

punkwatcher

tellurianwitch

link me if i missed you

also need to brainstorm plot ideas with:

thejaws--thatbite -- vampire thingy thing, i'm ready when you are!

buttbutt -- because she's a turd

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thejaws--thatbite replied to your post: I think I caught up with all my replies. @__@

[ sfdsfs hello follower i volunteer what. ]

[WHOA REALLY

SWEET

OKAY YAY BRAINSTORMING! after i soak my sore muscles tho i'm dying X__X ]

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I think I caught up with all my replies. @__@

i'm suddenly craving a bloody vampire themed rp tho

wonder if i'll be able to find a partner?

basically the plot is just, oregano loses control and attacks someone, feeds off them and fucks them, then realizes afterward or during that holy shit this isn't cool and freaks out. totes willing to morph the plot to fit in new ideas to make us both comfortable ; u ;

anyways

off to go soak in the tub 8D

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Oredoslan's eyebrows raised at the vagueness of her answer. He took a deep breath, then tilted his head to the side. She didn't smell entirely human, but she also didn't look or act like a vampire. Had to be something else altogether  "Do I scare you?" He asked suddenly, only the slightest bit of confusion showing on his face. Showing fear around him wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do, just because his powers allowed him to, once the smell of fear was detected by him, see everything that a person feared.

Bugger. Oh well. She smiled politely. “I don’t know if it’s an honour, but currently you’re in London. Or would you like me to get more specific than that?” It surprised her sometimes how often she came across people who didn’t even know what country they were in, much less on what street.

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"Oh dear, I'm sorry, boy, next time I will sugar coat my mercy." That's what this was. Mercy, something that Oredoslan so rarely showed these days. 

The question of what could kill him gave the old vampire pause. Hmm. What did kill him? With a shrug, he looked down at Adrian. "I will tell you what can kill a vampire, because that is how little of a threat you are to myself and those under my rule. There are three ways, and only three." He held up three fingers, then began counting them down as he spoke. "Dismember, burn the remains. Starve, burn the remains. And finally, draining to the very last drop." 

Once he finished, he smiled wide, again flashing his fangs threateningly. "I dare you to try any of those three ways. We'll see just how far you get." With a nod of his head, he turned and walked to the sidewalk outside the alley, the late day sun giving him a sort of golden glow. His back was fully to Adrian, but still, he appeared completely relaxed, completely at ease.

Maybe it was Adrian’s inner child, but he found himself pulling a face at the thought that he was only alive because he was entertaining. Like a fucking jester. He said nothing, though, too focused on keeping his eyes on the vampire. He could blink and have his neck broken. He managed to relax his stance at least a little, but the stake wasn’t exactly at his side and didn’t leave his grip.

“No need to be rude about it,” Adrian snarked on instinct. Though, honestly, any insult made to his intelligence just made him want to release a desperate noise between a sob and a laugh. Thick skull. I wish. But the revelation that yet another weakness was negated just made Adrian feel tired. So very tired. He was already no match for even the most infantile of baby vampires. And now there were ones who could chug holy water and wear crosses and dance in the fucking sunlight.

“What does kill you?” he asked, curious, hoping the ‘thick skull’ illusion carried. Just a dumb human—tell me your secrets.

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If he had been around someone he knew, and not a random stranger, he would have groaned and covered his face with a hand. Somehow he kept winding up in London. It wasn't that he disliked the city, it was more of a he disliked the entire European continent. Extreme, yes. But most of his past had been spent on this continent, and his past was not something he wanted to dwell on needlessly. Holding up his hand, he gave the woman a tight lipped smile. "No, that's enough, thank you." Raising an eyebrow, he watched her curiously. "Do you live here, in London?"

Bugger. Oh well. She smiled politely. “I don’t know if it’s an honour, but currently you’re in London. Or would you like me to get more specific than that?” It surprised her sometimes how often she came across people who didn’t even know what country they were in, much less on what street.

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"Young woman, will you do me the honor of telling me where I am?" He spotted her several feet ahead of his own position, and he moved forward, idly hoping he didn't look like some serial murderer. Oredoslan wasn't usually one to completely lose his bearings, but he'd been hunting a rogue vampire for several days, and had crossed several borders in the process. 

oredoslan started following you

People tended to come out of the woodwork, and nobody did it better than vampires. Maybe if Miranda pretended she hadn’t noticed him, it would turn out she’d imagined him and she could continue on living. She liked living.

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Ten Layers

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Oredoslan

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Style/Color: Currently shaved 

Height: 6'2"

Clothing Style: Depends on his mood (naked is his preferred attire though)

Best Physical Feature: His eyes.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears: Nothing. Growing up as a Roman slave, I was taught to bottle everything that wasn't rage. Fear nothing, hope for death. That was my motto. Once becoming a vampire, I realized that I really had nothing to fear. (He doesn't consider himself fearless, really, but he also hasn't been put into a position to warrant that type of reaction.)

Your Guilty Pleasure: Feeding

Your Biggest Pet Peeve: The smell of fear. Also overconfidence. 

Your Ambition for the Future: You could say that, at this point in time, I'm a rather ambitionless creature.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: I rarely ever sleep, but when I do, I wake up thinking about the night I killed my Maker. 

What You Think About the Most: The things I regret. Also Davo.

What You Think About Before Bed: How much I wish I don't wake up and think about Oriin.

You Think Your Best Quality Is: Hmm... Sex with me will be like no other you've ever had.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: I don't do dates.

To be Loved or Respected: It matters not to me, although I can only reciprocate the latter.

Beauty or Brains: I appreciate someone with both.

Dogs or Cats: I enjoy the company of both. Unfortunately, animals do not enjoy my company.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: Only when needed.

Believe in Yourself: Of course.

Believe in Love: I believe in love about as much as I believe in organized religion.

Want Someone: Sexually, yes. Romantically, no.

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: No.

Done Drugs: I have drank the blood of drug addicts. Never again.

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: Of course not.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: I enjoy pastels. 

Favorite Animal: Birds of prey, and felines.

Favorite Movie: I have trouble watching movies. They are all so... fake, now.

Favorite Game: Does 'hide and seek' count?

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: I do not recall my exact birthday, so I have taken to claiming it to be on January 1st.

How Old Will You Be: A little over 2000, I believe.

Age You Lost Your Virginity: I also do not recall that. I was young, though, and I lost it to a man much older than myself. 

Does Age Matter: If that were the case, I would be celibate, I believe.

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: It does not matter, seeing as how I do not plan to romance another.

Best Eye Color: I do so enjoy green eyes, and other odd colors.

Best Hair Color: That is irrelevant, as long as there is enough that I can grab during sex.

Best thing to do With a Partner: The only thing to do with a partner is have sex.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

“I love: … the smell of Fruity Pebbles. Whoever created that aroma should be commended."

“I feel: very lonely.”

“I hide: many things.”

“I miss: Oriin.”

“I wish: I could sleep through one night peacefully.”