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| Seth Alias Darknyte |
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| . . .the black rose . . . |
| �|[ Everyone has a fantasy. Something so dark ]|� �|[ and private... So utterly profane, they would ]|� �|[ never tell another living soul. Tonight, baby, ]|� �|[ I offer you a once in a lifetime opportunity. ]|� �|[ Tell me your dreams. And I will, in return, ]|� �|[ make them all come ]|� �|[ t r u e ]|� |
| Not a single soul knew from whence he came and - if they did - they were wise enough to not speak a word of it to anyone. Those who were unfortunate enough to have fallen into the male's poor graces rarely were given the opportunity to make ammends, which left a trail of vivid scarlet in his wake wherever he roamed. Shifting times, oddly enough, drew their like in adaptation with him, one of the few vampires that, even after so long, still showed a level of resilience and adaptability which were unusual in the elders of his specie. Most, after fourhundred odd years, grew socially inept and nostalgic, withdrawn into their own little world of delusive memories and quiet recollections. But for better or for much, much worse.. Seth was not one such vampire. With features that could have blessed the marble perfection of Grecien statues, or the very facades of the courtesans of Rome, coupled by a mind and intellect sharper than any mortal-crafted blade, he was certainly a force to be reckoned with. Although, when the chance awarded itself, it was a meeting best avoided entirely. Strands of pitch ink had, in the modern time, been highlighted by touches of russet and burgundy hue, countering the gleam of twin pools of brazen amber-gold. His eyes, of their own accord, were an astounding array of disjointed colors and strokes, of the sort of miraculous fractalism as to draw any who met it brazenly enough deep within the psyche, pulling you under like a riptide at sea - yet never were you more willing. Other far-ranging abilities were the more rare affectations of Nightshade, and Lyric. The former was the ability to shroud one's form amidst the trappings of light and shadow and move unseen and unsensed among the throngs of the world's people. Anyone else in his immediate proximity, usually - but not necessarily - drawn with him by physical contact, could also be enfolded within the protective shielding. Lyric, perhaps one of the most rare of all vampiric abilities, involved the vampire's voice. When executed, words and speech became a palpable, touchable thing of velvet that caressed and set to ease, gently drawing its intended victim within that pleasurable embrace of seduction and darkness that - oh so slowly, but surely - drained them of individual will. With only his voice, Seth could reach out and touch things and places that not even the most intimate lover could ever hope to touch. Like a spider's web, strands of emptathic Domination were woven with smooth efficiency throughout the mind of the one for whom the words were spoken, creating the merit for which, at any time or place, the vampire could lay Summons. An itching need to answer such a call would, forever after ( or until the vampire either willingly snipped the strings, or was killed ) possess the intended prey, drawing them helplessly and yet... willfully.. back to the vampire's arms time and time again. Seth, in his meanderings, finally managed to stumble upon the territory of the Eclipse Clan as a rogue, although being an elder as he was, he soon drew some of the more local underlings beneath his guiding wing. The resultant Kiss of vampires was rebellious and irresponsible, leaving their kills bare and undisguised, daring and taunting the resident Eclipse and all her members. Seth himself, however, had been in town long enough to make note of many, many things - and people - one of which was the lovely Kanaya Koran. The adopted daughter of The Eve Slayer's commander, Julian Kastre, the femme was as lovely and vivid as a winter star, but perhaps more easily captured. The cher' herself had already been, long before, mentally Dominated by a vampire.. and such an experience is never one that fades completely. On a night just like any other, amidst the crowds of the Club Ambrosia, Seth mused and mingled in the femme's company, cautious and seductive all in a single, mind-numbing turn. By the night's end, in a back alley behind the establishment, he had taken the willing child's blood and made her His Own. Time, alone, would tell what would become of all involved, even as the Eve and Eclipse moved to aid one another in squelching the influence of this new Kiss.. led, unmistakably, by a new vampire in town of awesome strength and power, as yet u n n a m e d . . |
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| Set me down into your dreams, Allow me next to rip their seams. I'll confuse you til the lake runs dry, And love you til the day you die. I'll kiss your fears and drown your doubts, And help you redirect your routes, I'll pray for you, and absolve your sin - All you have to do, is l e t m e i n. |
| What are you so afraid of, Girl? You're drowning like an absent pearl. You're like a drug, you push me out, You've forgotten what it's all about. I'll die for you, I'll live for us, Each life abandonned marked 'surplus', And for all the same mistakes we've made, You don't understand the price we've paid. |
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| Apparent age: 25 Species: vampire Blood doll: none Actual age: 490 Clan: rogue Chylde: Kanaya Loran Abilities: Nightshade, Lyric, Empath, Healing, Shapeshift ( wolf, tiger ) |
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| All you have to do is let me inside you, All you have to do, is give up for a few. I don't ask much from the weaker soul I just want something that makes me whole. What are you so afraid of, Girl? You're drowning like an absent pearl, I'll pray for you, and absolve your sin All you have to do, is l e t m e w i n. |