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Well, the title states what the roleplay will be. Asuka will be my partner, and I will be the other person lol. But, in case Asuka forgets what this is about (Since I just saw how she has like, five other 1x1 roleplays going on XD) pretty much the time setting is midevil times. The vampire lord has been having troubles with the local werewolf population. Mostly just one trouble-making werewolf imparticular, my character (haven't made the name xDDD) But, will he be able to catch her? If he does what will he do to her? (Must surpress dirty thoughts...) We will find out as the plot unfolds!

Ugh, suck at setting the story lol!

Asuka's Character

Name: Guillame Verona
Actual Age: 248
Brief Bio: Guillame Verona grew up many years ago in a distant land and time. Things had changed drastically and forced he and his clan to move elsewhere to repopulate. Many humans started to realize that vampires were dangerous and wanted nothing more than to slaughter Guillame's kind. The humans resorted to ruthless means and Guillame would stand for it no longer. He became lord of a land after his father and his father's father had occupied the area, though in THEIR time, they didn't have to deal with werewolf issues. Guillame hates them he believes them to be rather pest-like in the way they operated. That and they conducted themselves rather barbarically. Guillame prided his clan in that they were more refined than the rest of the vampire clans and they drank blood rather ceremoniously. Humans weren't treated horribly in his lands but still, they were nothing more than support to him. His father had died a few years after Guillame took the lordship of the land, he was killed by a rogue werewolf from elsewhere. This didn't help Guillame's love for werewolves develop and it quite possibly hardened any civilized feelings directed towards them. Guillame's aim now is to eradicate the lands of all werewolves once and for all.
Age of Appearance: 24
Height: 6' 3''
Weight: 162
Other: Guillame owns a pet Eagle Owl that is very loyal to him. They had both been brought up together and they are almost in tune with one another through telepathy. The Eagle Owl's name is Sebastian and the pair are inseparable....not to mention deadly in combination.

Guillame walked about his manor with all of his servants bustling about. His court and family members were gathered already with the sun having set. It was the perfect time of night to gather and gather they did. Guillame sat at the head of a rather long, stretching, cherry wood table and assembled the others with a raise of his hand. All sat and awaited Guillame's orders or words, they were all very loyal to their lord. There was a loud screeching sound and a sound of flapping wings. Moments later, Guillame lifted his arm to the sky and a large Eagle Owl settled comfortably on him. Sebastian. Guillame's faithful and loyal friend as well as spy. Guillame closed his dramatic crimson colored eyes and listened to what Sebastian had to say. The Vampire Lord had sent his spy to go out and survey the area for signs of trouble from the werewolves and he got just that. Apparently they were all ready for an attack to a farmer that did quite well in his lands.

"Well well...." Guillame started, his old French accent seeping into his words. "The werewolves seem to be active tonight. I believe it is time to pay them a visit no?" Guillame didn't like making big decisions without the council by his side. They all grinned and simultaneously, their long incisors slid from their sheaths...it had been almost a full day since they had fed at all. Guillame was feeling rather rowdy that night but had to keep things calm...he didn't want to do anything too irrational without thinking through every move along the way. Life to him was like a very complicated chess match, he was King and couldn't be captured lest he wished for his kingdom to fall.

"Let us feed before we head out...I have a feeling that we shall all need it." On cue, there were humans led into the room that wore nothing more than white cloth that covered their bodies. They were pale, as pale as Guillame himself with their blood loss. The Vampires weren't cruel to them, nor did they torture their donors...they simply required blood daily and it was enough to seep the energy from the strongest of humans. A beautiful, porcelain skinned girl walked up to Guillame and sat atop his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck in what seemed like a hug. Guillame wrapped one arm around her waist and the other tilted her chin upwards so that he could feed from her. His fangs slid from their holding place and he sunk the sharp, needle-like objects into the girl's skin. She inhaled sharply once and then settled neatly into his arms. All of the Vampires fed at once and when they were finished, the humans were led away from them.

Guillame wiped around his mouth and grinned at his companions. Sebastian had perched on the table until Guillame had finished and flew up to claim his rightful place on his master's shoulder.

"Let us move out now." Guillame ordered. "Allez!" He commanded in his French language.

Guillame and his council decided to head out after they had finished feeding. They were at their strongest point they could ever attain...well, unless they were to take the blood of another vampire but that was strictly forbidden and looked down upon. Guillame would never stand for such disgrace in his kingdom. He and his followers flitted to the side of the village they were supposed to head off to. Sebastian was the lead, his strong wings flapping powerfully though the Vampires had to slow it down. Flitting was a fast movement that only they had the power to. It was as if they simply vanished and reappeared elsewhere but to them, it was walking quickly. Before they even reached the side of the village where they were needed, Guillame could smell them. They smelled like the Earth and not the pleasant, after the rain smell either. They also smelled like wet dog, a rather spot on description if he had to admit it. All still had their fangs bared and ready for confrontation just in case. Guillame would have rather chosen and more civilized approach but the animals they were contending against made it impossible to do just that. No matter, if it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they would get. Shame however, Guillame could never raise his hand against a woman and they indeed had a woman in their ranks. He hoped he wouldn't have to go against her, only if he was very desperate would he attack and strike her. The smell had gotten stronger and stronger, they all had to stop. Guillame wanted to rush to a bush and retch out his insides, they smelled awful.

"Let us take it slow from here. I do not want to come up on them flushed." Guillame grinned and they all followed. Sebastian gave a loud screech to alert Guillame and his Council as they came closer upon the wolves. He could see their tracks in the ground and their marks were tell-tale. They were getting ready to cause some more chaos and that was one thing the village did not need. Guillame tilted his head to one side and felt a popping sensation in his neck. It felt good to crack his joints as they all got ready to face their opponents. Smoothing out his delicately tailored suit, Guillame appeared behind the wolf ranks with the most trustworthy of his Council.

"Well hello there friends. What brings you here at this time of night hm?" Guillame wondered, Sebastian flew a big circle around all of them and landed on his master's shoulder, razor sharp beak glinting as he did so. "I do believe that you are out of your jurisdiction in these parts am I correct? You would not want to start a little clan war now would you? If I were you...and let me announce that I am glad that I am not, I would not do what you are planning and run for the hills to do whatever it is you werewolves do." Guillame grinned, his French accent more pronounced when he was trying to reason with others.

"Let us be civilized shall we?"

Guillame was one who rather liked solving things in a non-violent manner. Fighting was just so....barbaric to him. Solving things in a more diplomatic fashion was always the first plan of action in Guillame's mind but with the rather brutish Werewolves present, it was almost impossible to reason with them. Maybe it was due to their small brain capacity? He wouldn't know, he had never dissected a Werewolf before. Then one of the Werewolves lunged at him and he gave a long sigh. All of the Vampires had just fed so they were at their strongest, nothing could get their mood down.

Guillame sidestepped the Werewolf and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. Easily, the Vampire Lord lifted the dog into the air until they were eye level.

"I thought I said we were to be civilized here. I rather hate fighting, especially since there would be heavy collateral damage to be had here. Oh, and I wouldn't burn down that farm if I were in your position...I might just slip and have the rest of my Clan take down the rest of you and let me assure you, I WILL be poised and ready to do so. After all...it was one of YOU who killed my father anyway." Guillame who was always calm and collected, diplomatic and reasonable, was now angry. His eyes glinted a dangerous color of blood red and he tightened his grip on the dog's fur.

"Please, think twice before going through with such a stupid plan of action will you?" Guillame asked them rather nicely, too nice for his patience at least. Now it was the Vampires who were ready and poised to fight. They were in a perfect V formation, allowing them to flit forward and strike out at the nearest Werewolf they could get their hands on. Guillame switched his stance, one foot behind the other and tossed the Werewolf aside as if he weighed nothing. The Lord dusted off his hands and wrinkled his nose as the smell of Werewolf fur wafted up to his nose. Did they know how to wash themselves?

"All of you....stand down or it will be your biggest regret. As you can...possibly NOT see, we have just fed and are quite suited to take on your pack if you continue with this attack. Choose wisely for I shan't give you this opportunity again, I seem to be in rather high spirits tonight." Guillame smiled widely, his fangs protruding.

Guillame frowned and watched as they all started to communicate with one another. It was rather a shame that he couldn't understand wolves, he had learned almost every other language known to man and even the dead, archaic ones that no one used any longer. Yet, other animals he couldn't understand and that was rather irritating. Guillame sighed happily, glad that the Werewolves had decided to leave. One however, stood against him and seemed to glare hatefully at the Lord. That brought a smile to his lips, he didn't care whether or not they hated him, all he cared for were the humans in the village and how the Werewolves continued to terrorize them. Sebastian, having watched the whole encounter from a different perch, came back to rest on his master's shoulder once more.

"Sebastian...do me a favor won't you? Follow them and report back to me of anything new. I do not like having the wool pulled over my eyes and I need to know whether or not they plan to attack again." Guillame spoke affectionately to his pet, stroking the bird's crest feathers as he spoke to Sebastian.

Sebastian lifted off of his master's shoulder and soared in the air, giving a loud screech in return to his master's wishes. Guillame grinned and motioned for his Council to close in on their Lord. He walked up to the farm and knocked on the door, patiently waiting for the farmer in question to answer him. The man came to the door and opened it to find half a dozen Vampires at his doorstep. Needless to say the farmer was caught off guard and started to panic. Guillame held up a hand to cut off the farmer's babbling and gave him a fanged smile.

"Worry not old man, your farm is safe for another day. Please take care to blow out these torches before heading off to bed, you wouldn't want your precious farm to be burnt down now do you?" Guillame questioned the farmer and in response, the farmer nodded vigorously and pointed over to a side of the farm. The farmer felt indebted to the Vampire Lord and would give him a sack of potatoes for his troubles. The Lord nodded and motioned for one of his Council to fetch it for him.

"Goodnight sir, pleasant night to you." Guillame smiled with a slight bow of his head. The night had gone rather well in his opinion, though the Werewolves till bothered him...they had got him thinking of his father. The Vampire Lord sighed and commanded his Council to return back to the palace, he needed some time alone to think about things. They listened though two stayed behind to shadow their Lord in case anything happened, though they stayed far away.

Guillame looked down at his pale hand. The fingers were long from years of playing the piano and other various instruments. There sat a large silver ring. It housed a blood red ruby with little carvings of ancient vampiric symbols on the silver band. It was his family ring and he took great care of it, making sure to never lose or misplace the valuable piece of ancient jewelry. With his hands in his pockets, Guillame walked slowly back to the palace, it would be a rather lengthy walk, the man made sure to never live closely to the village in case anything came to happen to the little town. His head was bowed, thinking of his deceased father always got Guillame in a somber mood.

.: Lol it's okay ^^ :.

Guillame walked, lost in thoughts about his father and how well the two got along with each other. The Lord didn't remember his mother, didn't even meet the woman...she had left the family when Guillame was very young. They still lived on the French Countryside and all had been well after the wench left them. His father payed Guillame lots of attention and trained him to be the righteous ruler he was presently. The ring on his hand was a firm reminder of what he had lost, as well as his deep hatred for the ones who were causing him this heartache. He hated the Werewolves for what they had done to his father, they didn't even give him a chance to speak. The barbaric animals tore Guillame's father to shreds and left nothing but the thing they couldn't consume...the ring. Guillame tightened his hands into fists as he walked ,the wind biting through his suit but he couldn't feel it. He couldn't feel cold anymore, not with his Vampiric powers. As the wind blew by, it also blew a sound straight towards Guillame. It was a light tinkling sound, like chimes in the wind. The Vampire froze in his tracks and closed his eyes, zeroing in on the sound and where it was coming from. It was rather close if he flitted but he didn't dare, not yet at least. Guillame shouted out his thoughts to Sebastian and called him back, making sure that he went a certain way so that he could see what was coming nearer.

Minutes later, Sebastian, the faithful Eagle Owl landed on his master's shoulder and communicated with Guillame through telepathy. A girl...a wandering girl who was walking rather quickly. Well, it wasn't Guillame to allow a woman to walk alone in the middle of the night, no matter how angry or irritated he was. Guillame fixed up his suit jacket and flitted off in the direction of the chiming sounds. He stopped just short of the woman so that he wouldn't look flushed when he came upon her. The Vampire couldn't see the girl's face but she smelled strongly of Werewolves. Reasons as to why that would be escaped him as he walked into the shadows of a large tree, just a few feet from the girl.

"It is unsafe to travel alone at night Young Miss, will you allow me to escort you home? Or would you rather be at the mercy of the dark and dangerous things that lurk the village side at night?" Guillame still spoke with his signature charm but didn't smile or feel any of it. The tone of voice he used was sort of trained into him somehow, probably something his father had taught him years ago. Sebastian was uneasy and kept flapping away, something was wrong about the girl and Sebastian was trying to warn his master. This made Guillame put up his guard, just in case.

Guillame frowned, he wondered what on earth this woman was working at. By Sebastian's frantic screeches and the beating of his wings, there was something very wrong about this girl, though he didn't need Sebastian to figure that out. The girl reeked of Werewolf...and Guillame became a little dizzy the closer he got to her. The smell was overbearing and his eyes started to sting just slightly. Why couldn't those dogs just learn how to bathe? Was it really that difficult to go jump in a river every once and awhile? Either way, there was a defenseless woman and Guillame slowly paced over to help, his hands in his pockets were still cracking, itching to wrap themselves around the neck of his would-be attackers if he had any at that point. His Council members that had stayed behind made themselves scarce, blending in with the shadows around them as expertly as Vampires could. The Vampire Lord knelt down and reached out, gently tilting the girl's chin upward so that he could better look into her face. She was pretty, and that might have been and understatement. Guillame found himself looking at her for a good minute or so before speaking to her again.

"You thought I was what?" Guillame asked, still looking into the girl's hypnotic yellow-ish eyes. That was a strange color for a human, yellow eyes. He had only encountered such color with Werewolves...and he did not like them one bit. This girl was very suspicious in his book, but still...she was a girl.

"Are you being pursued?" The Lord asked tentatively, his eyes scanning about for any signs of danger. He was very wary of the girl close to him, he sent a telepathic message to Sebastian to strike her if she decided to lunge and attack him. He would strike first, ask questions later. Everyone knew better than to attack a recently fed Vampire.