InkompleteWish Posted February 12, 2017 Share Posted February 12, 2017 Characters: Name: Arthur, he does not possess a surname. Though to not be suspected that much by the humans, he gave himself a surname. Arthur Beaumont. Age: Just guess, though it is probably wrong. Since he appears to be a young man, let’s say he is 21. Gender: Male Position: Uke, though he doesn't let anyone near him. Race: Vampire Personality: Arthur is awfully spoiled and only cares for himself. As the 'young master' of the Beaumont family, he is going to lead the company his father left for him. He rarely cares for it though. He is, concerning this, rather lazy. The vampire would rather have some fun with the humans. He takes great joy in playing with the humans and their fears and emotions. Though Arthur says he isn't afraid of anything, he takes heed when a higher ranked vampire is around. He might be a vampire but he values his life. He only jokes around as long, as he knows he is stronger than his opponent. History: Vampires. Do they exist? Perhaps, perhaps not. But the recent murders of drained humans started to increase. The vampires decided it was enough. They wanted to live freely again and for that, the humans needed to cower before them. They want to install fear in their systems and the first step of it, would be to take over the industry and politics. If no human is in such a strong position, they won't stand a chance. The Beaumont family was born that way. Arthur’s father, William Beaumont, is an elder. One of the strongest vampire kind out there. Over time, normal vampire will turn into elders. To do that though, they need to kill enough humans and suck enough blood. And Arthur is just doing that. He wants power and loves killing humans now and then. But as the 'young master' he has still a long way ahead of him. But the live in the mansion is so boring so he decided to hire a butler or bodyguard or something. Then he might have a new plaything or perhaps even a new chess pawn for his big plan. [table=width: 400, class: grid, align: center] [tr] [td]Appearance:[/td] [td] [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Appearance Specifications:[/td] [td] Does not have any 'Bite Mark'. Has an inverted 'cross' tattoo where his pubic hair should be, wherein the length of it is inked from his bellybutton to a few inches past the base of his cock. [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Full Name:[/td] [td] Bi Vouglevein, Ayato Shuu [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Age:[/td] [td] Appearance-wise: 18 [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Height & Weight:[/td] [td] 5' 10" :: 165 LBS [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Position:[/td] [td] Seme [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Personality:[/td] [td] Quiet & Mysterious :: Not much is known about Ayato, only that he is considered to be a 'Mercenary' among vampires - wherein he doesn't belong to any specific clan nor does he answer to any of the Elders. The mystery about him is all the more pronounced with how little he talks about himself or even the 'general talking' bit for that matter. Sarcastic & Blunt :: Ayato does not care about, what many would call 'Social Niceties' in a way that is rude to many - especially to Elders. But that does not stop his sharp tongue in lashing out sarcastic comments whenever the occasion demands for it. He also does not care for sparing others' feelings when it comes to him being blunt about and to them. Playful & Caring :: In rare instances though, Ayato can be these too - although a lot of those times, these characteristics of his personality are accompanied by his sarcasm and bluntness since coddling had and never will be the way he'll deal with the people important to him. Fierce & Protective :: There is no quarter given once Ayato is enganged in a fight, only defeat or victory. And victory had always been a guarantee whenever he fought. Along with that, he is also protective - most especially when it comes to people he likes and would even go to great lengths just to ensure that they are safe. [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Biography:[/td] [td] A mercenary originating from who knows where, not much is really known about him. The stellar results of his missions warrant enough leeway for anyone not to question his origins, creates enough fear and apprehension that nobody bothers to get close enough. There is quite a lot of animosity though towards him when it comes to the 'Vampire Royalties' since he does not give them the respect and adulance that everybody else does. A few of those even want him dead, but are not quite so foolish to do anything about it especially since Ayato is considered to be the most dangerous vampire there is. [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Quote:[/td] [td] "Sometimes people just don't get my jokes." [/td] [/tr] [/table] General Plot: Vampires are taking over the world! The End. No kidding, one of the supernatural races decided that enough is enough and are working on ridding the world of the humans or at least showing them their place in the food chain. Vampires are invading jobs in prisons, hospitals, banks and the most important in political positions. They are not openly trying to take over the world they are rather doing so in taking over the highest position in the political world so that no human can oppose them or declare war on them. Such a plan takes a bit of time though and thus nothing major has happened till now. Except that more and more vampires intend to be the first one to bring the humans to their knees. They won’t stop at anything to wipe their opposition from the field. Thus one of said vampires decided to get his own bodyguard so he is able to quench his thirst for power and blood in ‘peace’ not caring for the other’s reason for accepting the job. Start! “ARTHUR!!” A roar echoed across the large mansion. Servants, humans and supernatural alike jumped in fright. It was never good if the Elder Beaumont was roaring for his wayward son to appear. The fact that it happened more and more often didn’t indicated a good future either. Some even whispered that one of those days there won’t be a son to yell at anymore. While most ‘higher-class’ vampires liked to keep a low profile and drink only blood from a manufactory, the son of the Beaumont family liked to get his blood from a still living blood bank. The thrill of the hunt, the joy of finally taking the first sip of the sweet ambrosia and finally the power high when you see the light leaving the preys eyes was something that Arthur Beaumont openly enjoyed. His father though….was a different story. He was all prim and proper and followed ‘the code’ to the dot. Not making humans suspicious of supernatural entities and creeping along their senses to finally reveal themselves after making sure that even the highest position is in their grasps. Getting to the matter back at hand though the newest reason that his father is roaring the mansion down is that Arthur didn’t even try to cover his tracks during his latest excursion. Human police officers got suspicious of the way the corpses got sucked dry and the puncture wounds and started asking risky questions. Thankfully the vampire police sheriff acted quick and erased the memory of the ones involved. That still didn’t erase the fact that word got to his father. Thus his little digestion sleep was disturbed and he heaved himself upward with a large sigh. His steps were heavy and not in haste at all. The servants send him weird looks as if they couldn’t believe that he would defy his father even more. With his enhanced hearing he easily located the roars direction to the library. Upon arriving the first thing that flew towards him wasn’t a fist but a large tome. And then the rant started. It wasn’t even anything unique just the usual. Don’t kill the humans, cover you’re tracks, you are a disgrace if you continue to behave like that, yadda yadda yadda. So Arthur didn’t bother with listening. After also getting a little beating that was considered ‘normal’ in vampire terms he was kicked out of the library. If there was one thing that he actually listened to, was the fact that a lot of vampires got taken out due to ‘rivals’ and thus he should be more careful to not announce himself like this. That got him thinking. //I wouldn’t be able to feed if they went after me. That won’t do! So how to solve this….// In the end he came up that he would need a ‘bodyguard’ to make sure that he could feed on the humans without distraction. Thus he sent out a few missives for the job. Since he wasn’t really interested in what kind of creature it would be, the missive was sent out to the whole supernatural world. Man did he get an earful from his old man for that but it would be worth it if he could collect power and food in peace. 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707 Posted February 12, 2017 Share Posted February 12, 2017 It rained, heavily, constantly, for the past four days. The city, already dark with the smog of pollution, became perpetually so, the meagre rays of sunlight that managed to break through on normal days now completely swallowed by the pregnant nimbus. But life went on, despite the numerous and constant warnings of floods. It was nice though, the rain. It washed away the grime, the sour and unpleasant smell in between alleys, the blood smeared on shadowed walls, and lifeless bodies carelessly thrown within the bellies of rusting dumpsters. But then again, it -the rain- was filthy, leaving a sticky and unpleasant sensation whenever a drop or two managed to land on a person's nape. It was how it is though and barely a few complained, not that they could do anything about it. People were like that; they complained and complained about something they themselves did. They were offensive in the very base of their nature, like a half-chewed gum stuck on the soles of a shoe. But then again, so were the vampires and many other creatures such as they. They thought themselves as masters among mortal men when they were nothing more than glorified parasites. Humans were much the same; taking and taking without any heed as if they were entitled to do so. Very much like the spoiled prince he had been watching for a few days now, since the missive for a bodyguard had been sent. There were a lot who responded to it, at first, since watching over a pampered nobility sounded like an easy job. Many of the applicants had been.. discharged, permanently, even before they had the chance to walk through the mansion's gates. It wasn't that Ayato wanted the job that badly. No. But it was the best way that he'd be able to keep an eye on the Elders. He didn't really care about their plans to 'take over the world', he was a lot more worried about something else. But before he presented himself, he wanted to see what kind of person the one he'd be protecting. So far, for the past few days that he'd been there, unnoticed, he did not like most of everything that he had seen. The brat was spoiled, arrogant and self-entitled with pretty much nothing to show for it. It was surprisingly, really, how differently people grow depending on where and how they were born, even after the countless millenia that he'd been subject to it. There was no helping it though and prolonging the inevitable helped no one. So when Arthur, that was his name, headed to bed, four days after he'd sent his missive, Ayato made his move and slinked out of the shadows. "The security of this place is atrocious." He began, hand slapping the bedroom door closed with a bang. "And for someone who's afraid of being killed by rivals, you do a very careless job of keeping them from finding you." He ended with a sardonic click of his tongue. Outside, lightning flashed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
InkompleteWish Posted February 12, 2017 Author Share Posted February 12, 2017 Days passed and rarely anyone showed interest to get the position that he offered. It made him mad, it should be an honor to serve the future Elder Arthur Beaumont yet the only ones that actually came were weak even at a first glance and those that actually looked stronger got easily taking down by him. The bodies were disposed by his servants that stopped questioning his actions at some point and it did them well. The last few that openly questioned him were only found floating down the river behind the mansion, nearly unrecognizable. Arthur only wanted perfect obedience and unquestionable loyalty. That wasn’t asking for much now isn’t it? If he learned one thing from his old man it was to appear like your position in the world demanded. And as the son of an Elder, as well as the son of a high-ranking ministry official he and his followers had to act their part. And that doesn’t include people that questioned their masters! Since the first day of getting rid of useless applicants the vampire was in a foul mood. His adventures during the night got bloodier and his bad mood made even his dad stay away for once. The Elder was slowly growing weary of always disciplining his son if it showed no result. The days were spend in a state of constant restlessness. The sky was displaying his bad mood. It has been raining for a while and was not letting up. The ground was slippery and prey rarely left their homes. His food runs have not been satisfying as of late and if he actually lured prey into an alley to finally take what he wanted the blood tasted stale and left a bad aftertaste. *slurp slurp* Among the crying heaven nothing could be heard when the body dropped to the floor. Pale golden hair spread along the cobblestone; the color changing to a darker shade. Skin as white as ash and eyes staring ahead, not bothered by the tears dripping down from above. She was a beauty in the prime of her life. A doll and princess amongst the men she served. Now she was even closer to be a doll, unmoving and without a soul. Arthur shivered. Her blood was disgusting yet the grotesque beauty of her body lying unmoving on the ground painted a beautiful picture that even Arthur could appreciate with his bad mood. With a quick twirl he turned around and disappeared into the night. The Elder was on a business trip and Arthur was left to his devices. Making sure that everyone did what they were intended to do he left for his room to rest the night away. Vampires usually didn’t need to rest their bodies but it was a good way to organize his thoughts. Waltzing into his room and disposing his vest on a nearby chair he could sense the other’s presence before the door was slammed shut. He turned his body sideways to look at the trespassing vampire. He wasn’t familiar at least appearance wise. Snorting at the other’s words he turned around fully. His posture was tense; readying for a fight that might take place. “Maybe I enjoy the attention they shower me with; maybe I want them to come into my domain. There is no way to keep them all away so I’d rather lure them in. My father might not care for the fleas jumping around in the alleys but I do. I am collecting powers like others, it just makes me a target among many.” was spoken with a dramatically gesture to his glorious self. He was still weak compared to other vampires so it made him a target to extinguish before he rose up the ranks but he was also just one of many. His father’s position gave him some sort of protection and he gladly took the one thing the Elder could offer him. Yet it seemed it wasn’t much given the unnatural being standing across from him. “That’s why I send out the missive after all, to fill in the security that is lacking. But so far nobody was satisfying enough.” was stated with the intention to find out what the other was doing here. Arthur was not sure that he could defeat the other. It might have been true that the securities in this mansion were lacking but it wasn’t like someone could waltz into it that easily. The being before him seemed at least more capable than the cretin he had to look at the other days. This could end bad or good he just needed the other’s reason before he acted. Acting premature would not be in his favor. ------------ Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
707 Posted February 13, 2017 Share Posted February 13, 2017 "Lure them in?" The question came with a mocking lift of one sharp eyebrow, the edges of pink lips curling upwards in unrepentant amusement. "Then what?" He'd pushed himself from the wall, one pale hand lifting to gesture noncommittaly. "Say, you're out on your feeding spree and suddenly ten master assassins suddenly abushed you, all of them intent on gutting you alive. What then?" And faster than even Arthur could blink, Ayato had his slim neck in a steely grip, lifting the smaller male almost an entire foot off the carpeted floor. "You'll be an easy kill and if you think that they'll just slit your throat and be done with it, then you are absolutely mistaken." Ayato smiled, humorless, revealing twice the number of fangs a normal vampire would usually have, the pupils of his eyes twitching before turning into slits. It made him look demented as if he could do every word he was about to say without any second of hesitation. "They'll break your arms and legs, rip them off slowly along with your teeth. They'll break your jaw so that you won't be able to scream for your dear old daddy and when you think they're done, they'll take turns fucking you. Or, if they're in a rush, they'll fuck you all at the same time." He lifted his free hand and poked the side of Arthur's stomach. "They'll cut you open here, just small enough so that when the dick goes in it'll be tight." Another poke on the hollow between his ribs. "Here too. And here. And here. And here. The small dip beneath his chest cavity. His cheeks. His sides. Then Ayato laughed, half deranged, half in mirth, at the expression flitting on Arthur's face. "Do you know the best part?" He murmured as if it was a juicy secret that he was about to unfold. "They won't stop even when you're already dead. They'll probably even bring your corpse back to their base and share it to their friends." He began to chuckle, low and slow at first but gradually rising in intensity until it was already a full blown cackle that shook his shoulders and sent Arthur stumbling back on the floor as Ayato's finger lost their grip due to his mirth. He clutched his sides, flopping back on the edge of Arhur's bed as he continued to emit these tiny gasping breaths that was his laugh. "The funny part of all that would be - oh my god!" Another burst of uncontrolled laughter came, Ayato shaking his head to possibly dispel the imaginary imagery that only he could see. "The funny part would be you'd end up alive for most of that because of your regeneration. Your body, you being a vampire, will actually be the very reason that you'll suffer longer." It was ironic, in a sense that the one thing that Arthus was so proud of would be the one that led him to such a painful ending. But then again, that was how it was on many people; they cherish and value something so greatly that in the end it would be the one that hurt them the most. It happened all the time, but perhaps not quite as gruesome as the scene Ayato had described earlier. But that was thing, isn't it? They were vampires, Immortals that would outlive the very world they were on. What was the point in gaining power and rank when in a few centuries they wouldn't even matter anymore? Despite their insistence that they were better, it seemed that the vampires of that age haven't really learned anything from their predecessors of the middle ages. Kingdoms, lands, riches, all gone now. He gave a sigh, exhaling with it the last of his amusement before giving Arthur a curious stare, one hand patting the space beside him as an invitation for the other to sit "Tell me your story then, Arthur. Why do you want to climb the power-ladder so much?" Gone was the Ayato of before, condescending and a little bit insane. Now, only gentle curiosity swam beneath his porcelain features. It made him look kind and profoundly understanding, as if he was ready to accept and forgive everything that was Arthur Beaumont. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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