Theatre des Vampires (Open)

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Introduction

The law of Dante's Hell is the law of symbolic retribution. As they sinned so are they punished. They took no sides, therefore they are given no place. As they pursued the ever-shifting illusion of their own advantage, changing their courses with every changing wind, so they pursue eternally an elusive, ever-shifting banner. As their sin was a darkness, so they move in darkness. As their own guilty conscience pursued them, so they are pursued by swarms of wasps and hornets. And as their actions were a moral filth, so they run eternally through the filth of worms and maggots which they themselves feed. [Dante's Inferno]  

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Story

Death, an entity people fear and desire. It came in many ways, from sickness, murder, and age. Although who knew that death had form into something that resembled a human being but the difference was, it had fangs. People of the old world dubbed them vampires, they thought that it was a message from the heavens that humans sinned too much and needed to be punished. They tried to stand up to this new death through arming themselves with stakes, crucifixes, garlic, and any holy object. Surprisingly all the objects were no use against the vampires. Seeing that the humans can’t fight the vampires they soon realized that there time to die came quickly than expected. Killing was easy for the vampires but hiding in darkness for the rest of their lives seemed rather far-fetched to some. Knowing that they can never be able to linger within the human race it made some vampires miss their human self. Later in the future there is a relic in a far off land, the relic of life. It is said that if a blood of a vampire and human were to intertwine with the relic it would give a vampire a soul and make it human once again. Vampires near and far hunted down this relic and others wanted to stop it, soon a war against vampires came about. With humans caught in the crossfire, there was surely more blood to be spilt.  

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Cannon Characters

Name: Amadieu Lioncourt
Age: 24
Race: Vampire
Sexual orientation: Straight
Love interest: Open
Controlled by:
Biography: He originated from France, or at least, that's what his family claimed. Amadieu now lives in North America with his family, who had moved from the above-said country in search for a fresh start in the land of opportunity. New Orleans was their new home, their new home upon a plantation that was.

He had a younger sibling, a little brother who went by the name of Edmond who claimed that he saw angels and demons. Commotion ran rampant within the family from those claims. Being the older and more rational thinker, Amadieu became tired of his younger brother's 'illness' and started to argue to him that what Jin saw were mere hallucinations and falsified claims that his mind played upon him.

Guilt gnawed at him after the argument though, as much as he was tired of the constant visions, Edmond was still his brother. Wanting to go and apologize to him after a while to cool off, Amadieu was ridden with guilt with this whole situation and decided to apologize. To his surprise however, he saw his brother talking to someone upon the room's balcony before jumping off, committing suicide.

Driven by the guilt of this incident, Amadieu became self-destructive and cynical; he longed for death but lacked the courage to commit suicide. He constantly got into pub fights hoping that one would kill him to end his misery. Amadieu felt that he had no place in New Orleans, so he went back to his homeland in Paris France and wandered aimlessly trying to forget about the past. Although, ever since he thought about death he’s been constantly followed by something other than his shadow. Lucien was the man that answered Amadieu’s prayers, however it was not what he had bargained for. Lucien gave the death stricken man another life, a life of an immortal. Amadieu was horrified at the type of creature he had become and fled from his sire Lucien and hid from the world trying his hardest not to succumb to his endless thirst for blood.

Name:Lucian Artois
Age: 27
Race: Vampire
Sexual Orientation Bisexual
Love interest Open
Controlled by:
Biography : Born of the 18th century he inherited an enormous amount of money through his family. Bored of his current life in Paris, France he took his wealth and set out on his own adventure. While on his travels he was approached by a rather tall and pale man, he offered to be a companion on his little adventure so without question Lucien agreed. Lucien had no idea that his newfound companion was “different,” so one stormy night the man snuck into Lucien’s room and drained him of his blood. Lucien laid in his bed dying as the mysterious man hovered over his body. Lucien was forced to drink the blood of the vampire, which caused him to become a vampire as well; unfortunately the man left and was never to be seen again.

Lucien had no proper guidance on being a vampire so he just wandered around the world pondering if his actions as a vampire was good or not or what makes a human happy. His love for humanity grew even though he was brutal towards them when he fed. His aimless travel ceased when he found a human praying for death.

Lucien was thrilled to see someone so eager to die, so he constantly visited the man in his French estate giving him lectures about the after life. Once the young man agreed to Lucien’s proposal, he immediately gave Amadieu the dark gift. To his surprise, Lucien didn’t realize that Amadieu would regret giving up his human life. Stricken with great sadness, Lucien grew mad and allowed his underling to leave him.

Name: Damien Chevalier
Age: 28
Race: Vampire
Sexual Orientation Bisexual
Love interest: Open but who would love such a twisted man =p
Controlled by:
Biography: A man respected and feared throughout his homeland in Venice, Italy. He was a well-known artist and people thought that his talent came from god or sold his soul to the devil himself to gain such talent. Damien was obsessed with human suffering and such obsession became his muse for his artwork. He painted disfigured people and religious icons. People were frightened of his artwork but others couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, growing weary of his work he wanted models for his painting.

Damien decided to kidnap those that admired his work and imprisoned them underground, he tortured them in many ways drawing their frightened faces and blood soaked body. When he lost his attention to one model he just drained their blood and searched for another.

Soon the towns people started to catch on to his schemes because of the countless missing bodies, armed with pitchforks and torches they raided Damien’s mansion. To their surprise Damien was nowhere to be found, only the remains of the corpses in his underground lair. The vampire fled to Paris in search for another inspiration.








Name:Gaspard Blanc
Age: 19
Race: Vampire
Sexual Orientation Straight
Love interest Open
Controlled by:
Biography: A promising youth, some say he’s a child prodigy because of his skill in the violin. Abandoned as a child his only comfort was music, once he was old enough he decided to open a music shop along with his best friend. He offered lessons to people especially children, he believed that children were the future for everything. One night after his student’s lesson, he decided to watch a play. It was a play that interacted with the audience.

The leader seemed to take quite on interest in Gaspard so he decided to call him towards the stage; curiosity ate at his soul so he yielded to the man’s request. The man asked if Gaspard knew what day it was, Gaspard answered saying it was the Ides of March. The man smiled and explained to the audience about the Ides of March, Gaspard on the other hand saw a dagger behind the man’s back; he shrugged it off thinking that it was a false weapon. In flick of a wrist Gaspard was stabbed a few times but the audience thought that it was part of the act, as he was dying the man dragged his body into the depths of the playhouse.

The mysterious man fed on his blood and decided to make Gaspard a vampire. Once Gaspard awoke he found himself in his house, assuming that it was a dream he took his violin case and headed out the door. To his surprise the sun nearly burned him, he ran back into his house and realized that it wasn’t a dream. A vampire born on Ides of March he soon started to feed on his pupils and covered his music shop in dark drapery keeping the sun away.

Name: Tristan Desmarias
Age: 22
Race: Human
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Love interest: Open
Controlled by: ChocolateZombie
Biography: Raised by a gypsy family, Tristan runs the music shop along with Gaspard. Tristan shared the same passion with Gaspard so every night after they closed the shop they would always create music with their violins out in the woods. One day Gaspard didn’t show up to their music session and the shop, worried for his best friend he payed a visit to his home but no one was around.

A few days passed by Tristan did his best to keep the shop open, to his surprised Gaspard appeared when the shop closed. Excited to see his best friend return they once again made music in the woods. Although Gaspard began to act strange as Tristan noticed that the shop was covered with dark drapes that covered the window. Shrugging it off he just continued to help Gaspard with the shop.  

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Rules

1. Have fun
2. Please respect others in this RP, if any of you are having any problems, please don't hesitate to tell any of the moderators that run this guild
3. Keep romance level to PG-13 to possibly R just no cybering please
4. PM all applications to me
5. I urge all of you to play at lease one male character since they are the main characters of the RP, but of course you can also control your own characters as well ^^
6. Please place this heart symbol on your applications so I know you've read all the rules
7. Please do not kill a character unless given permission to do so
8. Also others may gain control of your characters if they are absent for a couple of weeks however please tell me if you are going to take leave of absence as well.
9. Again have fun everyone! ^^  

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Character Application

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Accepted Characters

Username: ChocolateZombie
Name: Deirdre Rose Xenevia
Age: 22
Race: Human
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Personality: Calm and collected she's a very reserve character who is very lady-like. She is soft spoken and carries the proper attributes of an aristocratic woman, delicate and gentle.
Love interest: Attracted to Amadieu who visits the theater from time to time
Biography: Orphaned at a young age, Deirdre was raised in the Paris Orphanage. The child was thankfully treated like a fragile treasure and made many friends at the orphanage. As the child grew however, she noticed that the other children were being adopted into loving families except her. Deirdre began to feel lonely but the nuns of the orphanage encouraged her that one day the time will come when someone would want a beautiful girl like Deirdre to be their daughter. With each day passing, Deirdre realized that all the children that she was growing up with were all taken to proper homes. Devastated at the thought of no one wanting her, she imprisoned herself in her room.

One night, a lone woman was at her window beckoning her to come outside with her. The woman was a very beautiful creature and Deirdre did not hesitate to follow the woman. The mysterious woman began to treat Deirdre like her own daughter but to the young girl’s surprise, she was never taken to her new home. The woman promised Deirdre that she would visit her every night and take her out to teach her the ways of the living. Before the woman left, the child asked for her name. The woman gave a smile and whispered the name Rose to her lovely daughter. So every night, her dark mother visited Deirdre and each night, she had a new lesson to learn.

Deirdre however, was curious as to why her mother would always visit her at night. So, one night she mustered up the courage to ask her mother why she was only allowed to see her at night. Rose felt that her daughter was ready to know why they were only able to see each other during the night. Rose guided her daughter to a forest and began to explain to her about the undead. Deirdre was confused about what she had heard then noticed that her mother began to change. She noticed that Rose’s eyes began to glow a golden color and her canine fangs began to extend. Deirdre at first was frightened but then she told herself that the woman before her eyes is her adopted mother and whatever she did, she would love her with all her heart.

After the demonstration, Deirdre too wanted to be just like her mother but the woman refused to make her daughter into a creature of the night. Sadly one night, Rose did not appear at the window like she always did. Deirdre thought that maybe she was out hunting so she waited for the next night but her mother did not appear. Night after night Deirdre began to loose hope, was she abandoned? She did not know.

When Deirdre came of age that she was no longer allowed to stay in the orphanage, she was left to fend for herself. Luckily, she was able to find a place to stay in a local theater as a singer. Deirdre sang every night at the theater hoping her song would reach the woman that taught her everything or maybe even another vampire.

Username:Haruxxx
Name:Imogen Ackart (pronounced Im-uh-jen)
Age:22, physically at least.
Race:Vampire.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Personality:She’s fun and upbeat for someone with such a horrible outlook on life as she has.
Love interest:None at the moment.
Biography: Her family originates from Scotland. However go down the line a few generations and you will find Imogen Ackart, who was born in Rome, Italy in 1609.
At the age of 19 she was young, beautiful,vivacious , and had much to live for. With asperations to be an actress on stage Imogen lived and breathed for the theater. Everything she did, every decision she made in life brought her closer and closer to her dream and what was most important-happiness.

At age 22 things were finally seeming to look up for the young soon-to-be-big-actress. She was scheduled to star in a play every night at the local theatre. It wasn’t much, true, but that didn’t matter to her.
Pride and excitement would fill the young girl whenever she passed the large theatre, seeing her name under the play’s title in large black lettering. It was only the start of her life.

Unfortunately, Imogen was killed the third night into her new career. Her blood drained completely from her body she laid lifeless on the darkened streets of Rome to die.
Death never came to her though; instead a sort of second life overtook her, a life of a vampire. As the years passed and the world around her changed, Imogen did as well, completely losing her interest in acting she was almost a different woman. It took her death to realize life wasn’t only about her happiness alone but the whole world’s as well. Today she lives in hopes to see mankind change and leave war and hatred behind-a day she is skeptical will ever come to be.  

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Oh dear it's nearly 3am and I'm finally done setting this up so I believe I can safely say that this RP is finally open...phew  

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ღ The Opera Singer

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In the dead of night, a lone theater shone brightly through the night sky. People from around the city gathered inside to indulge in its musical delights. The interior of the theater was lined in gold and black. A grand chandelier was hanging above the audience and the red velvet curtains were pulled to the side to reveal the stage before them. On the stage stood a petite looking woman, she wore a cream colored dress that trailed down to the floor. It hugged her body enough to show off her curves. She was accessorized with diamond earrings and necklace. Her posture was straight and her hands were folded over her stomach, she took a deep breath and opened her mouth and began to sing. Her opera sounding voice echoed through the theater.

It sounded like a choir of angels and the audience seemed to be hypnotized by her elegant sounding voice. Once she was finished singing, there was uproar of applause, she smiled at the audience and bowed slightly. She then returned to the backstage where she was greeted by her fellow musicians and actors. They all came to greet her and compliment on her performance. She thanked them all and told them that it wasn’t her best performance. After exchanging a few words, she entered her dressing room and sat down in front of the vanity table. She removed her jewelry and looked at her reflection. Diedre sighed and began to think about the person she had been dedicating her singing career to.

When she was young, a vampire woman had become her mentor because Diedre was orphaned at a young age. The woman had taught her everything about the night life and Diedre wanted to become a vampire just like her. Unfortunately the woman stopped seeing her and years later she began determined to reach out to her once more. So every night she would sing in the same theater in hopes to reach her or possibly another vampire. Vampires were rather interesting creatures to Diedre. They were mysterious and beautiful. Though beyond their beauty did lie a dangerous craving, their craving for life. Human blood. However, the thought of it didn’t bother Diedre a bit, if she had the chance she would want to experience their immortal kiss and perhaps even become one herself.

After removing her dress and slipping onto something more comfortable, she left her dressing room. She then said her goodbyes to her friends and left the theater and headed for home. Diedre looked up at the night sky and stared at the star lit sky. She sighed in content and walked down the streets of Paris. Once she arrived home she was immediately greeted by her black cat. She bent over to scoop it into her arms, “bonjour my love” she said sweetly to her cat. The cat purred in her arms as she ascended up the staircase and once she arrived in her room, she gently placed her feline friend on the floor. The dark room was lit by the moonlight and she didn’t bother to light the lamp in her room.

Dierdre approached her window and stared out into the city. The city of Paris was always full of life even during the evening. Dierdre sighed and began to think about Rose once again. She longed to be by her side once again and to learn from her. She wanted to learn more things about vampires. However, most people that have heard about her interest in vampires made them rather suspicious of the girl. Some people would talk and say that she is the devil’s child. But of course Dierdre never paid any attention to such rubbish. Looking down from her window, she noticed the music shop and her friend Tristan leaving the shop. She noticed him look up at her window and waved. She smiled and returned the wave. Tristan had been Dierdre’s friend ever since she had move into her home a year ago. Together they made lovely music together.  

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[[Chocolate, what year is it? o_0 b4 I post anything sounding too modern lol.]]  

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[1800s love, sorry I didn't specify earlier. And I'm playing as Tristan as well =p]  

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[[Thank you 3nodding I shall try my best. Oh sweet he's prob my favorite guy 4laugh ]]  

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Imogen walked the coble roads alone tonight. Under normal circumstances, a young beautiful lady such as she would not dare walk at such an hour. But Imogen wasn’t like all the other girls safely locked away for the night or walking arm in arm with a lover down the Parisian sidewalks.
No, she need not a strong male companion at her side for protection and hadn’t for some years now.

As she passed an alleyway shrouded in night she heard heartbeats sending her into huntress mode. No respectable person hid themselves in alleys. Her footfalls fell silent now as she headed in, the veil of darkness concealing her. She took a breath inward tasting the air.
One man gruff in appearance looked at her up and down and gave her a crooked, drunken smile. “Well hello, gorgeous.” He greeted with a slight slur. She smiled coyly as her eyebrow arched.
How disgusting. She thought to herself. She almost didn’t want to drink from such a nasty man but better him than another less deserving of such a painful experience. It was her own brand of justice, her way of making the world a slightly better place.
“Wanna play?” He invited, still smiling.
“Can you handle me as a playmate?” She whispered close to his ear seconds before sinking her glistening teeth into his soft fatty flesh.
She wasn’t sadistic, torturing her meals. He had died quickly, so quick he hadn’t even had the chance to scream.

Exiting the alley she spotted a music shop she had neglected to see earlier and it sparked grainy memories from her past. When she was a mortal she had once lived for performing arts. She would have loved to see such a place like this had she the same interest as when she was young. it was so long ago though….
She found herself drawn anyway, perhaps out of some sort of curiosity.
A man stood outside in front of the curious shop. He was extremely handsome she noted. He looked to be her age, well the age of her body at least, he was preoccupied with something or someone above. Imogen approached and instead of studying the beautiful man she studied the structure of the shop. It was closed, naturally.
And she hadn’t known why it had disappointed her so to find this out. “Closed,” She stated aloud still looking upon it. “Of course it is. I have the best of timing.” A smile that perfectly portrayed her breezy, carefree personality rest on her face.

[[Sorry for the almost useless beginning of this post XD I just had to get a feel for how I wanted to write.]]  

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♪ The Shopkeeper

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It was nearing midnight and the violin shop was still open for business. A young man about twenty two years of age was in the shop polishing all the different violins that were being displayed on the wall. The shop was rather small but it had more business than ever because of a certain person that ran the place, his best friend Gaspard. However, he noticed that his friend had been acting rather differently lately, for one he would hang thick curtains over the window during the day and made an excuse that his doctor told him that too much exposure to the sun was bad for his skin. But it was rare for him to even show up during the day at the shop because whenever he did he looked deathly tired, it seemed like his life force was drained out of him. Even though is friend was hardly around during the evening, he always showed up during the night and he looked rejuvenated and was rather friendly especially to his pupils.

Tristan never really understood his friend ever since he started to act a little strange, at times he questioned him but never really got the answer he was hoping for. At least nothing really serious happened to him, at least that was Tristan thinks. The young man kept to himself while his friend was in the back room teaching someone to play the violin. He could hear his charming voice over the walls and the female student giggling at his words. Tristan shook his head and chuckled, his friend never really seemed to change, he always manages to flirt with women.

Moments later, Gaspard and the female came out of the music room. Tristan noticed that the female was blushing quite a lot and wondered what in the world Gaspard has been doing other than teaching her. The young man smiled at the two and watched them leave the shop, “hey where are you going?” he asked Gaspard. The younger looking man turned to Tristan, “she asked me to escort her home, you may close the shop now if you wish” he replied then left the shop. Tristan sighed and began to organize everything in the shop, starting with the music room. He polished the grand piano and the violin that was hanging on the wall. Then he returned to the main room and looked around to see if anything else needed to be done.

Seeing that the shop was in good shape, he pulled out the keys from his pocket he turned the sign over to view the “closed” portion towards the window. Closing the door behind him he locked the door and placed the key back into his pocket. Taking in the cool air he looked up at the sky and noticed a familiar lady across the way. It was his good friend Dierdre. Ever since she had moved to the city, he had bonded with her quickly and thought of her like a sister. The woman waved and Tristan returned the gesture. He wanted to visit her for a few moments until a woman with striking red hair approached the shop.

He watched her with careful eyes, why would a woman like herself be out at such an hour. He noticed that she was staring at the door for quite sometime so he approached her from behind, “excuse me mademoiselle, is there anything I can help you with? The shop is closed for the night but if you need some assistance I wouldn’t mind helping” his voice was smooth and inviting. His greenish eyes studied her features, she was definitely a beautiful woman, but it bothered him that she was out so late.  

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[[I love the way ur posts look! I would like to do it too to make it look more uniform with yours. Do you have to find a small photo or do you resize it somehow?]]  

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From the darkened window Imogen saw an assortment of violins, violas, piccolos, and symbols, all ranging in their color and size. All instruments she had seen and heard before. She had also tried to learn the violin at one point, for her career, but failed to pick it up.
As she examined she remained aware of the man’s presence somewhat near to her. The heat from his body felt as flame from a fire place against her skin. His heart beneath his bosom thumped in a rhythmic pattern.
He hadn’t gone home yet.
Perhaps he thought she would loiter?
She noticed her reflection played across the glass.
It looked almost exactly the same as it had when she had tried to learn years ago.

Her attention left the glass window when he had addressed her.
His voice was smooth and friendly. She took in his features quickly. He was rather gorgeous for a male.
“Oh, I know,” Imogen smiled bashfully. “I just couldn’t help in admiring your establishment.” she went on, turning to face him completely now. She was aware of the large theatre near but something about modest contributions to art she found better to her liking. “I’ll be on my way now. Sorry for delaying your journey home.” Imogen had said but made no move to carry on yet. It had to have been early morning. Did he always leave on his own at this time, was he not attacked for his possessions’ ever?
It would be a shame for harm to come to him for such a silly reason.