Antoine felt his cheeks heating up as Scarlet explained the reasoning behind the nickname he'd chosen. It was interesting that this man had seen beyond his attire, and seen just what he'd tried to mask. He'd striven to appear as firm and solid as a brick wall, but had evidently come off as changeable as the sea.

"Ah," was all he could say in response, for he figured he must say something. He felt a bit like a fish out of water, actually, and feared he might have gotten in over head head.

But he allowed himself to be led upstairs by his knight in scarlet robes, having to glance down often at his feet so he wouldn't trip over himself. Well, he really didn't need to... However, he was paranoid that he might make a false move and go tumbling to the floor at any minute, judging by how weak his knees were getting.

What power this man had over him!

"What glorious chambers," he murmured, running his eyes over the ornate decorations placed about. Scarlet and his - family? - certainly knew what they were doing in that department.

"How many people live here?" Antoine inquired, shifting his gaze from the beauty around him to the beautiful face that was beside him. Perhaps the question was a bit inappropriate to ask...

[[Sorry for my delay! I was watching Van Helsing, and then I remembered I should come over and check on this! XD]]

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(sure, why not)

Aaron smiled.
"No, the pleasure is mine, madmuasel," he said, starting to dance to the music, his movements fluid, but nothing compared to his partner.

"If I may ask. What be your name for the night? I have not gotten mine yet," his words were general, no flirt or curiosity in his voice. He spun her around once, and placed a hand on her hip as they danced on around the floor.

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A figure stood at the top of the stairwell leading to the ball room. If one had been looking there, they'd think he just appeared, though would start to wonder if he had been standing there all evening so far. He seemed to fit in that spot. Pale skin glowed inhumanly, dark eyes following all and yet none of the dancers on the floor. Black hair was combed back out of his squared face.

Upon said features sat a mask that covered his eyes and left cheek. It was waited in bright colors, a contrast to his dark persionality. A glow of hatred for the humans bellow eminated from him, a reason why he did not go down the steps. He hated the humans, and wished them all dead.

Donovan, one of the undead, wore a blue suit that fit him nicely, but was neither bright blue, nor a dark blue, but more in between. Now he pondered whether he should go down there. For he was sure that as soon as he reached the first human, they would be lured away and killed by yours trulley...

(Don's entrance, lol!)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Derrick smirked at Skye's rather... unintelligible response. He knew what it was like to be in the presence of a vampire, before he had been changed, he had taken to his creator much like Skye was taking to him at the moment. Just like Skye, at the time he did not know that the man he hung around was a vampire... and so it shocked him at the reasons he had been so captivated by the dark haired man... but now he knew... but tonight, well he would let things play out for Skye.

Tonight, Skye would be given a choice... yes Derrick would allow the man the choice that he had not been given all those centuries ago... but that was the past and this was the present and something he liked to stay in.

As they stepped upon the landing of the second floor, he allowed the Dark Prince, his Skye to take in his surroundings. They were nothing to Derrick, he was used to such lavish decor and a sense of grandeur... but he assumed Skye was not and he could see it in the others reactions.

"It's home..." He explained briefly as he began to walk forwards to Jocelyn's chambers. "Well, quite a few, 20 maybe more..."

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[yay Don!]

Evelyn found that her partner was quite satisfactory while dancing. She had danced with quite a few this night and many dissapointed her, but not this man. He had quite fluid grace much like herself and wondered if he danced many times before this, it made her curious.

"Swan... or so another has named me." She spoke softly, place a hand on his shoulder as they glided across the dancefloor which had opened up for just them. THey were quite a sight to see together.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Katarina finally arrived at the mansion and the doors opened, allowing her to enter. Handing her jacket to one of maids, she made her way to were the others were dancing. She took in all the mirth around her and found herself having to force a smile. Well, I can probably fake it. I learned acting in the past, she thought

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Isabeau laughed as she heard some people joke and watched others dance like they never have before. She twrled in the arms a man she didn't know, and soon found her self in the arms of another, she didn't care who they were though, she had been trying to repress a memory, the night she met Jospeh, it was at ball like this.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Antoine could not hide his surprise, resulting in what was probably a rather rude sharp intake of breath. "Twenty?" he repeated, searching his escort's face for sign of a lie or perhaps even a joke. He found none, and the breath he'd held escaped from his lips slowly. "You have a large family," he commented rather dumbly.

Of course, he was assuming that they were all related... Perhaps it was just a large gathering of people with common interests.

The Dupont boy supposed he would find out, soon enough.

"I cannot imagine living with so many people... Though my home is well-sized, it's just me and my mother there... I suppose it feels empty, but..." Why was he telling Scarlet all of this? It wasn't as if the other probably even cared to know.. But somehow his lips seemed to be moving on their own, without his consent.

"I'm sorry, forgive me. I'm not quite myself this evening."

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Derrick laughed, his voice deep and yet holding an unearthly sound as he lead Skye down the hall, eyes glancing this way and that along the tapestries on the wall, and the ornate vases on tables. Daeron had really gone all out when making this mansion fit to his needs... if there was one thing the Vampire lord had done right, it was to create such a beautiful home.

"You could say that... we aren't necessarily all family, but we share things..." The words were vague but conveyed what they needed to. They soon reached Jocelyn's door which was surprisingly closed.

He hated when she shut him out like this, but he knew that a closed door wasn't going to stop his entrance into her room, it never did. "You live with your mother? Is she a tolerable lady?" He questioned, knowing that his mother hadn't been the most sane... due to complications of some plague that had been going around at the time he had been 'alive'.

"No please, I want to hear about you... what makes you the way you are... I am interested Skye."

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

(Hey Rain, could Don and Katarina meet up sometime-doesn't matter with me if he tries to kill her-she seems to have a darker personality anyways)

Katarina quickly joined the dancers and found herself swept up in the arms of a man she did not know.
"What is your name, sweetheart?" he asked her a bit flirtatiously.
"I am called the Rose," she said with a coy smile, putting on the best acting she could.
"The rose. I like it," he added with a smirk.
"And you sir?"
"The Black Knight." he told her.
"How mysterious," she remarked in the same coy manner as she danced gracefully to the music.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Aaron had to smile as they danced away, quite a pair in looks as well as movements. The Swan's bright colors accented his black, white, and red subtle colors nicely. He kept a check on every one of his movements, making sure not to slip. While all her movements seemed to be made with no thought and yet were perfect in every way.

"The Swan. It suites you well. As gracefull and beautiful as one as you are," he said gently, the statement not meant to be anything else than just obviouse sentences...

(Edit: yeah... you posted too fast for me, Elen, lol. Sure, I'll go for it!)
(BTW, I'm going to spend the night at a friends house, so I won't be able to stay on much longer and won't be on till around the same time tomorrow...)

((ugh... can't spell in french... hope I didn't say anything bad with any misspellings... lol))

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

"You have my name kind sir, but I have yet to receive yours for the night?" She questioned with a slight smirk on her lips. Taking the comments as they were, compliments and nothing more. Evelyn spent her life having men fawn over her, her body, her looks, her skill... and yet this man was talking to her like anyone else.... just a woman and it intrigued her greatly.

Evelyn had no need for romance, she danced and that was her passion, but it was nice to be able to be dancing with a man that didn't have alternative motives.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

(That's fine Rain. I'll be in and out today to since I am going to go to a movie and then I have work today. I probably won't be on too much tomorrow as I work all day too-Hope I don't hold you back)

Katarina continued to dance with the 'Black Knight' for awhile, not really enjoying it, but ever the little actress, she pretended as she did.
"You from around here?" he asked her.
"I go and come with wind." she told him, coyly, not wanting this man to know much about her.
"Quite intriguing my dear" he replied with a smirk.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Antoine blinked. He wanted to hear about him? The boy shrugged. "She's tolerable," he confirmed with a nod. "But she's getting older. Once father died, her memory started to go along with him. I had to tell her three times that I was going to a ball tonight. She told me to bring back a wife."

The statement was followed by one of his short laughs, though the laugh was cut even shorter as they stopped at a door. He tilted his head, but said nothing, as he presumed they would be entering the room fairly soon.

So, Scarlet and his 'family' weren't all relatives, as he'd suspected. But they shared things?

"What kind of things do you share with your... family?"

Scarlet had been rather vague. Perhaps it was something he'd rather not talk about, and Antoine was prying...

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Judging by the laugh, Derrick assumed that something about the idea of having a wife was not something in the future, near or far. This made new questions arise in his mind but he decided to stay mum about the situation and questions for now, there was plenty of time to ask about that later.

"Much like my own mother, except she became ill and a bit crazed. She was actually quite amusing at times..." There had been times that his mother became wild and Derrick had enjoyed watching corruption take over her frail body... did that make him a terrible person? Maybe... but look what he was now... a beautiful monster.

"Well, we share a liking of grandeur and of beauty..." He stated, knowing that now was not the right time to go into full detail of exactly what they all held in common, a thirst for blood and sharp teeth.

"There is a person I would like you to meet... my closest relation you could say..." Jocelyn was not his relative, but she was his fledgling and he wanted Skye to see her... for reasons only he knew.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

(Lol sorry if I join this late, but I was going to yet I didn`t have access to my comp for a while, hope ya don`t mind?)

Name: Alexander Orlov
Gender: Male
True Age : 399
From which century: 16th
Age when bitten: 34
Appearance: Looks picture for physical features, He wears clothes reminiscent to those of a catholic priest and has round, darkened glasses.
Bio: When he was alive Alex was a priest in eastern Europe, in Poland and Lithuania, moving once or twice. His life remain mostly normal until he gave refuge to a mysterious stranger, much to his horror and surprise, this person revealed herself to be a vampire after three days of hospitality. The conclusion and Alexanders reward was immortality, a curse, which he came to abhor due to his fate and soon afterwards he organized a hunt to kill the one, who made him undead.

The woman was caught and burned at the stake, but Alex found no respite and soon came to regret his own fanatical devotion. With no comfort, no hope left and with anger brewing inside him Alexander forbade god, turning his back on his fate. Embracing his newfound immortality he burnt his own church along with it`s other residents and proceeded to slaughter a number of the nearby villages women as a form of regret at what he had done to his true benefactor.

After that he wandered the world aimlessly, taking enjoyment in various arts and cultures, collecting knowledge of all kind and killing people as he saw fit, like cattle.
Anything else worth mentioning: Alexander considers humans as cattle and that they should be kept separate from the vampire world, except as food, lest all vampires would be put to peril.
Pic : http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/2740/jmg02rr8.jpg

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

[[Come on in... the party is just starting! Love Alexander by the way!]]

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Evangeline looked at where her hand was encased in the gentle grasp of Caleb and smiled. With his other hand behind her back, they both glided down the staircase. "I'm wondering," he started and she looked up at him, "why didn't you leave your hair loose?" A quiet chuckle escaped her lips and she replied softly, "Why do you ask, milord?" He stopped, lowered his lips to her ear and whispered, "Because you're tempting me, my Angel." Evangeline's expression was hidden behind the silver mask but a shiver ran up her spine. A part of her mind briefly wondered over the nickname "Angel" but she let it slip. She stood there beside him for a moment and instead of answering she said, "Perhaps we should not linger on the threshold, milord." She could feel his gaze pierce her as he replied, "You may be right. Come, let us dance." And without waiting to hear any protests, she was whisked away to the dancefloor.

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VITAM AETERNO; an original creature roleplay