King with No crown.

It was a mild spring day; the sun was shining, the wind was gentle, the people on the street chattering their appreciation. Jane didn’t usually pay attention to them, on days like this. Perhaps she should have changed that tactic. 

The voice behind her is ignored at first. They could be talking to anyone, after all. It’s the mention of a son that makes her whirl, staring up at an all to familiar face. In a blink her knife is drawn, ready for whatever he might think to do. But … It didn’t make sense. Fear is quickly replaced with confusion. 

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Independent RPblog for a vampire OC heavily based in the Dracula 2000 universe, there will be biblical references. Tobias Iscariot, son of Judas Iscariot the Betrayer.

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6+ years Tumblr RP experience.

12+ RP experience total. Via Skype, MSN and various MMORPGs.

This is a vampire blog.. Violence, gore and bad attitudes are the normal. Sarcasm is his native tongue, you’ve been warned!

Mun is super friendly and welcoming, will gab your damn ear off if given the chance! (But works a lot of hours, thus the lull in activity from time to time.) Muse will write with pretty much any fandom or OC, he’s extremely flexible and willing to cooperate with other Muns.

Mun will write in varying lengths, sometimes using gifs and static icons or pictures. Most likely to gravitate toward gif-chats but will certainly change or adapt for partners.

This blog does NOT  and WILL NOT smut.

“Seeing as the Augustine is still roaming out there let’s go with the short version.Let me guess… a long time ago a witch with a grudge made you into yet another Hybrid. Buddy, if that’s your deal I am done with Hybrids. First there’s Dicklaus’, then the Gemini coven spits out vampire-witch Siphoner Hybrids so hit me with it. What makes you the big sexy all of a sudden” 

“...Rabbits...?” He gave a slight roll of the eyes and tore into the bag, draining almost as soon as it was to his lips. Squeezing the bag, he slowly rolled his knuckles and twisted his head on his shoulders, sighing in the relief of his body taking in fluid. Color was returned to his paper white skin, and his hair was slowly beginning to darken back to it’s usual black.. Though there were still traces of grey in the curls.

“Hybrid..?” The ancient paused, chewing at his lip with a sharp tooth. “No, not a hybrid... I’m old. Very fucking old... More than likely our friend with the crazed eyes could smell the age and strength in my blood. He certainly got close enough to taste, had there actually been any left to taste.”

Eris couldn’t quite lay a finger on what this man was, but human was definitely out of the question.  He felt….different.  Ancient.  And powerful.

“You would be correct.”  She answered with a hint of a grin, her eyes flashing to their divine white form before back to eerie silver.

“I get the sense that you are powerful..... Perhaps even older than I am, though I’ve yet to actually meet a being older than myself..” Black eyes shimmered with just the traces of a laugh, but he did not make a sound.

“Mmm… If I were you, I’d worry about senility in your old age.” A cheeky grin spreads over the vampire’s face as he places a hand on his hip.“It’s common a common trait in we elders.”