OPEN SIGNUPS Lescatia: The Land of the Vampire Prince

[ImaginationGoneWild]

Yaaas, Still alive! : 3
Trying to catch up on Iwaku and maybe I'll do smashing monsters, not sure yet. Or inktober.
And brainstorming on our map. It's been so long I've drawn things... 0,0

 

[Karo]

Oh shit right.

@ImaginationGoneWild
@Karo

Ya'll still alive over there?

Yes, sorry! Been struggling with some writer's block. I will do my very best to get a post out by Sunday.

 

[Lurcolm]

View attachment 245542Name: Cleolind Bárány.
Also known by; "Cleolind the Mongrel," or "Foulblood Cleolind."

Age: 166.

Gender: Female.

Birthplace: Somewhere in rural Lescatia.

Current Residence: The Border City, Lescatia.

Faction: Vampire Nobility.

Appearance: When one pictures "vampiric nobility" in their head, the image that comes to mind is a graceful, ethereally beautiful being.

That is not Cleolind.

Her skin is pallid, and clammy to the touch. Bright blue veins stand out starkly against translucent skin, joined by livid red ritual scars carved into her flesh. Her brown hair is lank and greasy, hanging down to her knees in an unkempt curtain. Her eyes lack any white within the sclera, instead brimming with a foul, blood red colour. Her eyes, naturally amber, reflect any light that touch them, lending her the countenance of a stalking predator rather than a graceful socialite. This is further accentuated by her teeth, filed to points and notched with serrations. Cleolind lacks the fangs that most vampires are blessed with, the result of a malignant bloodline. Similarly, her fingers end in long, razor-sharp nails as hard as steel. Her palms are riddled with scars, the aftermath of Cleolind pressing said nails into them.

Cleolind moves with the ease and fluidity of a stalking cat. She is an experienced killer, and her very presence exudes that fact. Each movement is measured and considered, no matter how small. She has mastered the economy of motion and intent, and honed herself into the perfect tool of violence.

She does not fool herself, or anyone, into thinking she is something she is not. Cleolind does not bother with fancy clothes, or makeup, or any trifling thing of that nature. Cleolind is almost always seen in ragged cloth trousers and an open linen shirt that leaves her torso bare, and she refuses to change for anyone.

Personality: Cleolind has fully embraced her nature, and possesses no reservations in regards to what she does, and what she is. To her, paltry trifles such as morality, or the inner debate of right versus wrong, are for mortals, and mortals alone. In Cleolind's eyes, if a vampire is to survive, they must shed these trappings of mortality-- and that is precisely what she did.

She is a woman without remorse. She is no longer human, and the people to which she once belonged are now no better than food, or things of leisure. She does not view herself as "superior," not in the traditional sense. A wolf does not hold itself to be better than the foal it stalks-- it simply knows that it is stronger. It does not hold any malice in its heart for the foal, for how could it hate something weaker than itself?

Cleolind is not popular amongst her peers. Her mangy appearance, her lack of decorum, and her vampiric lineage are all things that other members of the nobility hold against her. She, frankly, could not care less for their opinion. They can rankle at her presence all they like, snark her and demean her to their liking. At the end of the night, she places no value in their words. Cleolind almost pities them-- they delude themselves, with their titles and pomp. She does not delude herself like they do. She acknowledges the predator she has become.

She is the unabashed wolf amongst those dressed as sheep.

Biography: Born in a village without a name, Cleolind Bárány was the daughter of shepherds. She was the youngest and sickliest of thirteen children. The thirteenth daughter, the unlucky daughter. This nameless village, with its ragged, starving people, was not long for this world. On the thirteenth year of the thirteenth daughter's life, death came for the village. A party of vampires, eager for blood and sport, fell upon it in the dead of night. Those who were not killed, either falling at the blades of the nobility or drained of their blood by overeager feeders, were captured as slaves.

Cleolind was one such capture.

One might think that the vampires took pity on the sickly thing-- until one realizes that, however much they proclaim it, vampires are without pity. That is the truth Cleolind came to know. She was made serf to a noblewoman by the name of Niv Kadlec. She was not a kind mistress, but Cleolind, who had known only scorn and contempt, could scarcely bring herself to care. Even when Niv carved ritual runes into her flesh, using Cleolind's body as the canvas upon which her foul magicks were wrought, she could not bring herself to care.

These nobles, Niv included, had won the scorn of The Prince for their actions that night. It began as sanctions, and admonishments. But when they continued as they had, disobeying his rulings, death came for them as it had for Cleolind's village.

Yet, when The Prince came to exact his blood-price, he was too late for Niv.

He found her where he knew he would, within her manor within his Border City. He found her in the common area, then again in the dining room, and once more in the pavilion. Indeed he found her-- a leg here, an arm there, a trail of blood snaking all the way to her balcony. It was there that The Prince and Cleolind first met, the pallid, sickly thing a newly turned Vampire. She met him with a maw wet with gore, sharpened teeth slick with meat and gristle. Her first meal was her own sire, and Cleolind began her un-life with the taste of her own kind on her tongue. Tantalizing, invigorating, and terribly forbidden.
Perhaps her ought to have struck her down then and there for such a crime-- but something, unknown to all save the Prince, and perhaps Cleolind herself, stayed his hand. The two of them shared words, the specifics of that exchange once again known only to them, before they mutually departed the manor, going their separate ways.

Ever since, Cleolind had stalked the periphery of the Border City. Seen by many as a blight upon vampirekind, on account of her malformed fangs and wretched appearance. From time to time, The Prince needs someone killed in a way that sends a particular sort of message. Sometimes, he needs someone with no qualms over the consumption of other vampires-- and when those rare times come to pass, Cleolind occasionally finds a missive in whatever place she currently dwells within.

It is a good arrangement.

Skills & Abilities:

• Unarmed Combat.
  • Cleolind fights like a cornered animal. She is savage and swift, fighting fast and unfairly. Others make bride themselves on their swordsmanship, or their skill with a bow, but Cleolind prefers the gush of blood over her tongue, and the parting of flesh beneath her claws.
• Blood Magick.
  • The runes of complex Blood Magick are carved into her very flesh. Burning her own blood, or the blood she has consumed, as fuel, Cleolind utilizes these magicks to enhance her body even further beyond the vampiric norm.
• Stealth.
  • A century and a half is a long time, and when one has been transformed into a predator, they must learn to stalk. Cleolind had turned stealth into an artform. When she is perceived, it is because she wishes to be. Her prey is, more often than not, not only mortal but immortal, and as such she has honed her skills to evade even preternatural senses.
• Locksmithing.
  • Being able to get into places she isn't supposed to be is an important skill. Cleolind learned early on the importance of this skill, and she has spent considerable time honing her craft.

Interesting Tidbits;

• Cleolind has a particular affinity, and fondness, for the taste of other vampires. Her arrangement with The Prince serves her appetites well.
• She is surprisingly well-versed in court etiquette-- she just actively chooses to ignore it.

I was worried about her, but it seems you're more or less aware of how she'd be taken by most other vamps. She'd be interesting to say the least, but she'd be held on such a short damn leash the Prince might as well be holding her by the neck himself.

Konrad would despise her in all sorts of ways, Antrus would actually respect her but look down on her, Matriarch too. I assume she gives no shits either way.

I'll allow her, but she's been alive in the Prince's domain for a while. She'd know that his iron grip isn't to be fucked around with, and no doubt a couple of her scars came from him personally teaching her humility. He'd also respect Konrad's authority and thus would forbid her from openly defying Konrad in his own city. That's just too much. Konrad being who he is would despise her but wouldn't go on to kill her since the Prince took her in, but lotta bad blood.

He'd never assign her to Anira cuz, again, he likes her as much as the sun. She represents everything he tries not to be, after all.

More than likely she'll be at the Prince's side when the Matriarch delivers Iva to him. The Prince would be smart enough to pull her out of the Border City at such a stressful time and the man's got plans for her already. Again, the prince won't have all that good an opinion of her either, fair warning

That cool?

All of that is totally fine by me! I love playing bitches who are despised (sexy)

Alright then she's accepted! I'll give an intro post to her whenever I have spoons

 

[Lurcolm]

Yaaas, Still alive! : 3
Trying to catch up on Iwaku and maybe I'll do smashing monsters, not sure yet. Or inktober.
And brainstorming on our map. It's been so long I've drawn things... 0,0

You really dun have to do the map hun. Like seriously I appreciate it but is a lot

Oh shit right.

@ImaginationGoneWild
@Karo

Ya'll still alive over there?

Yes, sorry! Been struggling with some writer's block. I will do my very best to get a post out by Sunday.

No rush, as always. Just try your best

 

[Lesbingus]

View attachment 245542Name: Cleolind Bárány.
Also known by; "Cleolind the Mongrel," or "Foulblood Cleolind."

Age: 166.

Gender: Female.

Birthplace: Somewhere in rural Lescatia.

Current Residence: The Border City, Lescatia.

Faction: Vampire Nobility.

Appearance: When one pictures "vampiric nobility" in their head, the image that comes to mind is a graceful, ethereally beautiful being.

That is not Cleolind.

Her skin is pallid, and clammy to the touch. Bright blue veins stand out starkly against translucent skin, joined by livid red ritual scars carved into her flesh. Her brown hair is lank and greasy, hanging down to her knees in an unkempt curtain. Her eyes lack any white within the sclera, instead brimming with a foul, blood red colour. Her eyes, naturally amber, reflect any light that touch them, lending her the countenance of a stalking predator rather than a graceful socialite. This is further accentuated by her teeth, filed to points and notched with serrations. Cleolind lacks the fangs that most vampires are blessed with, the result of a malignant bloodline. Similarly, her fingers end in long, razor-sharp nails as hard as steel. Her palms are riddled with scars, the aftermath of Cleolind pressing said nails into them.

Cleolind moves with the ease and fluidity of a stalking cat. She is an experienced killer, and her very presence exudes that fact. Each movement is measured and considered, no matter how small. She has mastered the economy of motion and intent, and honed herself into the perfect tool of violence.

She does not fool herself, or anyone, into thinking she is something she is not. Cleolind does not bother with fancy clothes, or makeup, or any trifling thing of that nature. Cleolind is almost always seen in ragged cloth trousers and an open linen shirt that leaves her torso bare, and she refuses to change for anyone.

Personality: Cleolind has fully embraced her nature, and possesses no reservations in regards to what she does, and what she is. To her, paltry trifles such as morality, or the inner debate of right versus wrong, are for mortals, and mortals alone. In Cleolind's eyes, if a vampire is to survive, they must shed these trappings of mortality-- and that is precisely what she did.

She is a woman without remorse. She is no longer human, and the people to which she once belonged are now no better than food, or things of leisure. She does not view herself as "superior," not in the traditional sense. A wolf does not hold itself to be better than the foal it stalks-- it simply knows that it is stronger. It does not hold any malice in its heart for the foal, for how could it hate something weaker than itself?

Cleolind is not popular amongst her peers. Her mangy appearance, her lack of decorum, and her vampiric lineage are all things that other members of the nobility hold against her. She, frankly, could not care less for their opinion. They can rankle at her presence all they like, snark her and demean her to their liking. At the end of the night, she places no value in their words. Cleolind almost pities them-- they delude themselves, with their titles and pomp. She does not delude herself like they do. She acknowledges the predator she has become.

She is the unabashed wolf amongst those dressed as sheep.

Biography: Born in a village without a name, Cleolind Bárány was the daughter of shepherds. She was the youngest and sickliest of thirteen children. The thirteenth daughter, the unlucky daughter. This nameless village, with its ragged, starving people, was not long for this world. On the thirteenth year of the thirteenth daughter's life, death came for the village. A party of vampires, eager for blood and sport, fell upon it in the dead of night. Those who were not killed, either falling at the blades of the nobility or drained of their blood by overeager feeders, were captured as slaves.

Cleolind was one such capture.

One might think that the vampires took pity on the sickly thing-- until one realizes that, however much they proclaim it, vampires are without pity. That is the truth Cleolind came to know. She was made serf to a noblewoman by the name of Niv Kadlec. She was not a kind mistress, but Cleolind, who had known only scorn and contempt, could scarcely bring herself to care. Even when Niv carved ritual runes into her flesh, using Cleolind's body as the canvas upon which her foul magicks were wrought, she could not bring herself to care.

These nobles, Niv included, had won the scorn of The Prince for their actions that night. It began as sanctions, and admonishments. But when they continued as they had, disobeying his rulings, death came for them as it had for Cleolind's village.

Yet, when The Prince came to exact his blood-price, he was too late for Niv.

He found her where he knew he would, within her manor within his Border City. He found her in the common area, then again in the dining room, and once more in the pavilion. Indeed he found her-- a leg here, an arm there, a trail of blood snaking all the way to her balcony. It was there that The Prince and Cleolind first met, the pallid, sickly thing a newly turned Vampire. She met him with a maw wet with gore, sharpened teeth slick with meat and gristle. Her first meal was her own sire, and Cleolind began her un-life with the taste of her own kind on her tongue. Tantalizing, invigorating, and terribly forbidden.
Perhaps her ought to have struck her down then and there for such a crime-- but something, unknown to all save the Prince, and perhaps Cleolind herself, stayed his hand. The two of them shared words, the specifics of that exchange once again known only to them, before they mutually departed the manor, going their separate ways.

Ever since, Cleolind had stalked the periphery of the Border City. Seen by many as a blight upon vampirekind, on account of her malformed fangs and wretched appearance. From time to time, The Prince needs someone killed in a way that sends a particular sort of message. Sometimes, he needs someone with no qualms over the consumption of other vampires-- and when those rare times come to pass, Cleolind occasionally finds a missive in whatever place she currently dwells within.

It is a good arrangement.

Skills & Abilities:

• Unarmed Combat.
  • Cleolind fights like a cornered animal. She is savage and swift, fighting fast and unfairly. Others make bride themselves on their swordsmanship, or their skill with a bow, but Cleolind prefers the gush of blood over her tongue, and the parting of flesh beneath her claws.
• Blood Magick.
  • The runes of complex Blood Magick are carved into her very flesh. Burning her own blood, or the blood she has consumed, as fuel, Cleolind utilizes these magicks to enhance her body even further beyond the vampiric norm.
• Stealth.
  • A century and a half is a long time, and when one has been transformed into a predator, they must learn to stalk. Cleolind had turned stealth into an artform. When she is perceived, it is because she wishes to be. Her prey is, more often than not, not only mortal but immortal, and as such she has honed her skills to evade even preternatural senses.
• Locksmithing.
  • Being able to get into places she isn't supposed to be is an important skill. Cleolind learned early on the importance of this skill, and she has spent considerable time honing her craft.

Interesting Tidbits;

• Cleolind has a particular affinity, and fondness, for the taste of other vampires. Her arrangement with The Prince serves her appetites well.
• She is surprisingly well-versed in court etiquette-- she just actively chooses to ignore it.

I was worried about her, but it seems you're more or less aware of how she'd be taken by most other vamps. She'd be interesting to say the least, but she'd be held on such a short damn leash the Prince might as well be holding her by the neck himself.

Konrad would despise her in all sorts of ways, Antrus would actually respect her but look down on her, Matriarch too. I assume she gives no shits either way.

I'll allow her, but she's been alive in the Prince's domain for a while. She'd know that his iron grip isn't to be fucked around with, and no doubt a couple of her scars came from him personally teaching her humility. He'd also respect Konrad's authority and thus would forbid her from openly defying Konrad in his own city. That's just too much. Konrad being who he is would despise her but wouldn't go on to kill her since the Prince took her in, but lotta bad blood.

He'd never assign her to Anira cuz, again, he likes her as much as the sun. She represents everything he tries not to be, after all.

More than likely she'll be at the Prince's side when the Matriarch delivers Iva to him. The Prince would be smart enough to pull her out of the Border City at such a stressful time and the man's got plans for her already. Again, the prince won't have all that good an opinion of her either, fair warning

That cool?

All of that is totally fine by me! I love playing bitches who are despised (sexy)

Alright then she's accepted! I'll give an intro post to her whenever I have spoons

Sweet!

 

[ImaginationGoneWild]

@Lurcolm

I honestly don't mind. ^^
Lore building is my favorite thing to do in writing. And the map is still in brainstorming phase so that means it's just ugly squiggles on a piece of paper. I'll probably make it in inkarnate since it's easier and quicker. But for now most of the map is empty so I'm just gonna wait until its filled in more before posting it. And if the map isn't finished by the time the roleplay is over then at least I had some practice again. ^^

So far I have a few ideas based on the lore we have so far and the background of our characters.
- Prince castle sitting at a cliff with waterfalls.
- Border City somewhere in the north with farmlands surrounding it and the infamous bone mills for making bonemeal.
- Border Keep, not so humble abode of Konrad the Humble
- Yongrui's village Beltose which he is responsible for. Which I'd like to think is a goat herding village.
- The abandoned Village of Cleolind which is now ruins and a nest of giant spiders
- The mercenary camp from the previous mercenary player
- Black Iron City, which handles the local mines on the east side of the map which is a rival for the Black Iron mines on the west side.
- The Bogs near Black Iron City
- Gustaff's Garden. P.O.I somewhere on map. with tiny lore about eternal love and creating this garden from the prettiest flowers and shrooms of Lescatia as a proof of Gustaff's love for his vampire or human lady. When he and his lady died they were burried at this place and now it's a popular spot for proposals and wedding ceremonies. Or people burry a coin in Gustaff's grave in exchange for marital advice or blessings. :P Lescatian peasants need some romance in their dreary lives. :P
- a mountain pass guarded by giant spiders
- a mountain peak somewhere where a swarm of giant bats hibernate, perhaps an old dungeon or something.

I'll keep filling the map as the roleplay continues and as we add more lore. But that's it for now. Just need to figure out where to place them.

I'll also make a separate thread for Character Sheets in the 'Extras' section. So we have a spot to put them there once approved. It'll be easier to look up info and such or update info.
And then I'll also make a separate thread for gathering tidbits of lore, and the map when it's finished.

I'm a slow poster but this at least keeps the hype up for me and tons of inspiration. :D

 

[Lurcolm]

@Lurcolm

I honestly don't mind. ^^
Lore building is my favorite thing to do in writing. And the map is still in brainstorming phase so that means it's just ugly squiggles on a piece of paper. I'll probably make it in inkarnate since it's easier and quicker. But for now most of the map is empty so I'm just gonna wait until its filled in more before posting it. And if the map isn't finished by the time the roleplay is over then at least I had some practice again. ^^

So far I have a few ideas based on the lore we have so far and the background of our characters.
- Prince castle sitting at a cliff with waterfalls.
- Border City somewhere in the north with farmlands surrounding it and the infamous bone mills for making bonemeal.
- Border Keep, not so humble abode of Konrad the Humble
- Yongrui's village Beltose which he is responsible for. Which I'd like to think is a goat herding village.
- The abandoned Village of Cleolind which is now ruins and a nest of giant spiders
- The mercenary camp from the previous mercenary player
- Black Iron City, which handles the local mines on the east side of the map which is a rival for the Black Iron mines on the west side.
- The Bogs near Black Iron City
- Gustaff's Garden. P.O.I somewhere on map. with tiny lore about eternal love and creating this garden from the prettiest flowers and shrooms of Lescatia as a proof of Gustaff's love for his vampire or human lady. When he and his lady died they were burried at this place and now it's a popular spot for proposals and wedding ceremonies. Or people burry a coin in Gustaff's grave in exchange for marital advice or blessings. :P Lescatian peasants need some romance in their dreary lives. :P
- a mountain pass guarded by giant spiders
- a mountain peak somewhere where a swarm of giant bats hibernate, perhaps an old dungeon or something.

I'll keep filling the map as the roleplay continues and as we add more lore. But that's it for now. Just need to figure out where to place them.

I'll also make a separate thread for Character Sheets in the 'Extras' section. So we have a spot to put them there once approved. It'll be easier to look up info and such or update info.
And then I'll also make a separate thread for gathering tidbits of lore, and the map when it's finished.

I'm a slow poster but this at least keeps the hype up for me and tons of inspiration. :D

Holy shit bro

This is impressive.

I like it, but I got additions

The Mercenary Camp's relatively new. The Prince sent out the ol Siren Call to all the ne'er do 'ells out there and is hiring them up with ancient spooky and possibly very mildly cursed coin

Black Iron City sounds too big. But Bogtown, a town known for harvesting bog iron and peat (And weathering intense reprisals from fucking Lescatia's nature like that) could be a cool idea

Gustaff's Garden is now canon. And has been endorsed by the Prince.

The Mountain Peak could be the Gaol. It's where all the vampires go that the Prince hates so much he doesn't want to kill them.

 

[ImaginationGoneWild]

Deal! xD

 

[ImaginationGoneWild]

@Karo Loved the reply!

@Lurcolm It's gonna be another busy week for me so not sure if I'll be able to reply soon again. But i have a rough outline of the reply ready so all I need to do is find the time to write it out properly. ^^

 

[Lesbingus]

I'm so excited for this, lmao, I haven't had the chance to do a lot of RP lately

 

[Lurcolm]

@Karo Loved the reply!

@Lurcolm It's gonna be another busy week for me so not sure if I'll be able to reply soon again. But i have a rough outline of the reply ready so all I need to do is find the time to write it out properly. ^^

Alriiiiight. I'm deffos gonna post this week just to keep the thing up and relavent

Again, just want to keep it from graveyard. Not cuz I want to outpace you.

I'm so excited for this, lmao, I haven't had the chance to do a lot of RP lately

Once I have the spoons I promise I'll write you an opener

 

[Lesbingus]

@Karo Loved the reply!

@Lurcolm It's gonna be another busy week for me so not sure if I'll be able to reply soon again. But i have a rough outline of the reply ready so all I need to do is find the time to write it out properly. ^^

Alriiiiight. I'm deffos gonna post this week just to keep the thing up and relavent

Again, just want to keep it from graveyard. Not cuz I want to outpace you.

I'm so excited for this, lmao, I haven't had the chance to do a lot of RP lately

Once I have the spoons I promise I'll write you an opener

Take your time!

 

[ImaginationGoneWild]

I didn't write anything for Yongrui cause he's just gathering intel about the Horse People and I didn't really know what to write about then since the war is just something lurking at the horizon.

 

[Lurcolm]

I didn't write anything for Yongrui cause he's just gathering intel about the Horse People and I didn't really know what to write about then since the war is just something lurking at the horizon.

More than fine.

And as a precaution just know I will not body horror your character without explicit permission first. It's not a problem now, but I am making sure it won't be one

 

[ImaginationGoneWild]

Sure, sounds good! : )

 

[Lurcolm]

Name: The Prince

Image/Description:


Birthplace: Unknown

Faction: Lescatia

Biography:
The Prince. The de-facto ruler of Lescatia, ruling over the nation with a will of steel and a fast of black magic. He needs little introduction in Lescatia, and even those who have never seen his face can know who he is by the sheer dark power he radiates. To the outside world he rarely shows a lot of emotion, content to be as enigmatic a ruler as he can be

Interesting Tidbid:
The invasion of the Hungols has set the Prince into more activity than is typical for such a threat, according to the more long-lived vampires. Something about the Hungols is making the Prince feel the need to take this threat seriously

~~~~~

Name: The Bulwark

Image/Description:


Birthplace: Unknown, beyond Lescatia

Faction: Lescatia

Biography:
As is the norm, very little is known about the Bulwark. A towering monstrousity that is the Prince's shadow, following him wherever he goes to serve as his "gaurdian". The exact level of need the Prince has for the Bulwark is highly debated, as the Prince is more than capable of dealing with problems in his own strength. The Bullwark nonetheless maintains the tradition of a vampire having a shadow, and the hulking giant takes his task with silence and determination.

Interesting Tidbid: The more ancient vampires would know that the Bullwark arrived with the Prince. Unlike many of the Prince's officers, the Bullwark was already made when Lescatia was developed. Something the Bullwark uses as justification to prove his superiority over the rest of the Prince's handpicked minions

 

[Lurcolm]

There's a posty for you all!

 

[ImaginationGoneWild]

Love the characters! And loved the replies! @Lurcolm @Lesbingus

 

[Lesbingus]

Love the characters! And loved the replies! @Lurcolm @Lesbingus

tysm <3

 

[Lurcolm]

@Karo
@ImaginationGoneWild

CHecking in. Ya'll good?