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 Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 1:36 pm
Nicholas is not dead. On the contrary really, as he's now been given a second chance at life, if you will. What you didnt know was that not long after Nicholas had been swallowed up by the flames of the large bonfire, Armand had gathered up the ashes and remains of the crazed vampire, bleeding himself nearly dry all over the ashes as an attempt to ressurect Nicholas. Thinking that he was unsucessful, the older vampire burried the ashes and remains in a coffin. What no one knew was that those ashes slowly reformed... and after two hundred years, Nicholas gained his body and enough strength to break from that coffin and walk the earth once again as a vampire.
He remembers everything as well as his body is the same as how he used to look, though abit tanner from the fire as Lestat's body is from when he went into the sun. Now, he searches for Lestat and the other vampires, wanting to know what ever happened to them. So what happens now? Is Nicholas still insane? Does Lestat take Nicholas back? Does Nicholas shun Lestat? What about Armand? Does Nicholas ever forgive him for what he did? Does the half crazy Nicholas fall in love with the half crazy Daniel? Does Louis become jealous that his maker now has his fledgling back? Why am I asking so many questions?
--Just PM the name of the character you want to be--
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 7:40 pm
Characters:
Nicholas: Claudia de Lenfent
Lestat: --Open again--
Armand: Salsababy2889
Louis: Zayroen
Daniel: The Vampire Dixie
[[PM me with who you want to be]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 3:02 pm
[[Still need people, but the RP is now open]]
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 3:19 pm
(Whahahah! I've been waiting for this day for weeks! Let my evil unfold! Yeah...I'm a dork.)
Nicolas de Lenfent woke from the lovely day's rest at the shrill sound coming from the cage in the next room. Sitting up most unhappily, he parted the heavy curtains of his bed, bare feet coming to rest on the floor. The shrill shriek came again as he pushed his wild hair out of his face. "Coming, I'm coming," he muttered, leaving his room for the main on.
A black raven hulked in it's cage, glaring at Nicolas. "Oh, poor thing, I've neglected you again haven't I? I know you're hungry; I'm hungry too. I've got what you want." Nicolas smiled slightly as he reached into a small box beside the cage. The squeeling rodent thrashed, held by it's tail. Nicolas opened the caged door and dropped it in. Crooking a finger, he cooed to the bird. "Pretty, pretty thing. I'll take you out later tonight, I promise. Enjoy your breakfast Vivaldi." He returned to his own room as Vivaldi devoured his meal.
Dressing himself was always interesting. The new fashions of this age were so different, yet the same. If the Brat Prince could do it, then so could he. And like his friend of so long ago, Nicolas had also discovered the enthralling properties of his voice; in fact, he had a performance tonight at a small club. Lestat had attracted the whole of the vampire community, so Nicolas could easily get Lestat's attention in much the same way. After all, how many eccentric violinists could there be in one era?
Blue jeans a fitted shirt were the usual, perhaps a jacket. The artistic scarf, even in summer. Finished with the basic task, Nicolas walked back into the larger room. It was unfurnished save Vivaldi's cage and his food. "Finish it, or you won't be let out," Nicki said, giving the bird a pointed glance. Vivaldi skulked, but did as he was told. "Good. Now step up," he said, opening the cage and letting the raven out. Vivaldi perched on his finger, preening it's feathers. "Alright. Now, you come back when I call you Vivaldi. You've fed, and now it's my turn."
Nicolas locked the door behind them, and swung out his arm, Vivaldi flying off into the dark sky. Finding a meal was trickier now, but he'd become less sloppy. A body in an alley was simply another murder. Especially when he was done with it.
The small club was packed when he arrived. So many mortals, looking for the next Lestat to come around. Instead of riots and goths, Nicki attracted the darkly poetic. Such was the violin versus the guitar.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 5:11 pm
[Whee-oots! im nto hte only one!!!......>> erm..i mean yes, yes you are >>...<<....<>..><... mrgreen ]
Louis strode slwoly down hte street, hands in hte pockets of his dark trench coat. He was slwoly trying to work hte nerve up to once more speak with his maker but everytime he thought he could an went to see him that courage flited away like a leaf in a strong breeze and he ran back into hidding and watchign from afar. He didnt really deserve to speak with him, not after that incedent with....her. Louis gave another sigh at that, his poor Claudia, she didnt deserve what happened. After all she was a child, traped in ones body for an immortal life. He lifted his chin, gazing at hte stars and ignorign the murmurs of admairationg from hsi bared face. Of course he was beautiful, all vampires were.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 5:21 pm
A black bird swept passed Louis's shoulder, shrieking, large wings shedding a few feathers as it went. It circled again, around his face, before dissolving into the night again.
Nicolas smiled to himself. So Vivaldi had found his supposed twin. He was looking forward to meeting Louis, Lestat's tragic love. But what would happen after? Smirking, Nicolas began tuning his violin. With the Strad long since gone, he'd had to purchase a new one, not so magnificent, but lovely nonetheless. It's was an enticing shade of red.
He soon mounted the stage, and applause errupted from the watching crowd. He took his bow, remembering the long ago days of performing at the theatre. He rested the violin under his chin and struck up the tune, a haunting melody, like they all were.
(there is no shame in being a dork. As they sang in the musical, Embrace it, embrace it!)
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 7:10 am
Louis gave a little gasp, ducking his head and raising his arms. He caught sight of the bird and stared at it, eyes wide with surprize as he watched it fly away. There was..a sense of something from that bird and it was intruiging. Deep green eyes narrowed in thought before he turned to look around sowly, nto sure of what he was looking for. His ears picked up the sound of a violen and he slowly moved towards the sound, still mostly lost in thought
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 9:29 pm
By now Nicki had captured everyone's attention, sawing away at the instrument and swaying manically. His curly hair flew wildly, matted with the bloodsweat. He opened his eyes occasionally and smiled out into the audience before diving in with more passion.
"That's right," he thought. "Come to me, come and listen."
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 4:58 pm
Louis sliped in and stood in the back, staring at the violenist in concealed shock. He KNEW this man wasnt human, it jsut wasnt possiable. Even from here he could smell hte scent of bloodsweat. He had to admit, the man was good. Very good. SOmethign about him triggered an old almsot forgoten memory
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 5:34 pm
Nicolas looked out into the audience and caught Louis' eye. He smiled, Another fan? I've been simply dying to meet you Louis."
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:39 pm
[was that telepathic mental speech or just thinkig to himself?]
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 6:58 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 2:18 pm
Louis eyes widened slightly as his chin lifted, the only indications of surprise ~how do you know my name?~ he asked as those same jade eyes narowed
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 2:24 pm
"We all know your name Louis. You're almost as famous as your maker." Nicolas bowed, leaving the stage. "I've waited a long time for this meeting."
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