Le Maison des Ombres.

[[Six]]

It is the year 1787, on the outskirts of Paris, the district known as Monmatre in the shadow of the Sacre Couer lies the Maison des Ombres; a seemingly derelict hotel which houses a decadent lair for Paris's wealthy and powerful undead; Aristocrats by day, nosferatu by night. (Daywalkers are allowed)

Name : Jean-Baptiste Pierpont.
Age : 102 (looks 23)
Gender: Male.
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Looks: Jean has a very delicate face and slightly feminine features, he has pale skin and peircing blue eyes. And black hair slicked back into a neat ponytail. His attire is neat and formal, fitting with his aristocratic status. He wears a pale blue fitted jacket with a ruffle on his chest and at his wrists. His trousers are a darker hue of blue with gold buttons.
Personality: He is stern and stiff-lipped and is feared among his contempories. He has few close friends but many acquantances.

[x-Lateral_Delusion-x]

Name: Carsene Rousseau
Age: 98 (looks 19)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Looks: Like a vampiric version of supermodel Lily Cole. She has a doll like face and long red hair. Allthough slim she has a big bosom and hips as was thought attractive in 1700's France. she wears a selection of aristocratic dresses normally corseted and bustled as is the fashion of the day. As a daywalker she is at the pinacle of high society and is even roumoured to be one of the kings mistresses
Personality: Complete and total bitch. Carsene is as cold as death and has sadistic tendancies

[Vinnie]

Name: Luc-Gaston Tristan, Comte de Armorica
Age: 98 (looks 30-something)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: animals...?
Looks: Noble, prim, neat as any aristocrat. Entire torso beneath his crushed velvet tunic, is covered in fatalitsic and ritual tattoos. dabbles in the power of BloodMagic (use your imagination). Pasttimes include wine, pleasure herbs, tearing people to pieces with various starved and maltreated carnivorous mammals. Swift of tounge and sharp of wit, he is a companionable and humourous chap in the courts of the earls but decieving and sly anywhere else.

[Vinnie]

Luc-Gaston stepped out of the carriage into the chill night air of Parisian mid-winter. The cold hammered at his skull after the warmth and smoking herbs of his carriage. Stepping down onto the cobbled Concourse that lead up to the Maison des Ombres. The House of Shadows, Luc-gaston thought to himself as he appraised the gothic styled, stone building. The name would have suited it even if it's patrons had not exclusively comprised of the dead and dying.

With all its windows shrouded and the stone darkened to a deep grey, almost black, the building itself withdrew into the shadows beneath Our Lady. Luc-Gaston glanced up at the cathedral as his carriage trundled away and casually wondered if the Hunch would be sharing his company tonight.

"Sir?" Benoit, Luc-Gaston's dwarf-like retainer enquired. The night was cold and the Comte hated the cold; why was he waiting so long?

"Indeed," said Luc-Gaston, as if coming to a decision. He wrapped his cloak closer around himself as he ascended the sloped concourse with his retainer.

[Stanic]

Name: Stefan Bellof
Age: 73 (looks 21)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Looks: Although once the son of an extremely rich aristocrat, he prefers to wear peasant clothes, torn and blood stained, although many disapprove of his appearance they never say it to his face because he'll torture them indefinetly.
Personality: being an ex mass murderer he has very violent tendencies except after drinking alcohol when he becomes sweet, docile and (almost) friendly.

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Jean was in the parlor on one of the purple velvet chairs holding a crystal glass filled with a vibrant red liquid.
Being the leader of Le Maison des Ombres made him almost untouchable.
Tonight he would have to feed he made his way up the grand staircase and into his room.
He got changed out of his clothes and put on his ruffled white shirt with a crimson waistcoat finished off with his black trousers.
Before leaving he put on his trenchcoat and made his way back down the stairs.

[x-Lateral_Delusion-x]

Carsene brushed her long red hair in the dusty mirror while her maidservant Elodie waited in the corner to pin it up. She ran her tounge over her sharp teeth almost excitedly

[Stanic]

In the confines of his room Stefan lay on his suprisingly clean bed staring at the hacked and mauled corpse of his executor, crucified on the wall. Unlike the others Stefan had no servants, he had been given one by Monsieur Pierpont but after he made a mistake with the daily alcohol dose, Stefan had decapitated him and sliced him into small, stake like, pieces. Having been tortured he was no stranger to extreme pain and even Carsene's sadistic tendencies where easy to cope with.

[Ceri]

[glow=red,2,300]Anyone mind if I join?[/glow]

[Stanic]

[glow=red,2,300]dont see y not[/glow]

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[glow=red,2,300]Go for it Cez[/glow]

[Ceri]

Name: Shaun Elegosta
Age : 94
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Looks: He looks incredibly young for his age and plays on it to full extent. He has blonde hanging hair and often wears hats, slightly large blue eyes and a roundish face. He cares very little about what he is wearing and thus generally limits his clothing to black trousers, dark designer shirts and black or silver ties with a long, dark red-lined dinner jacket.
Personality: By day and most of the night he is a friendly, easy-to-get-along-with sort of guy, and is complacent to get along with most of the others in the hotel. However he is known to indulge in dangerous amounts of alcohol from time to time, which makes him irritable and impatient. He tries to pretend, most of the time, that he and the residents of the hotel are perfectly normal, but when drawn into the traditional boodlust he becomes happily sadistic for more. He has, and has always had, eyes for Carsene.

[glow=red,2,300]^^ How's that?[/glow]

[[Six]]

Jean stalked his victim through the shadows of the Parisian streets, a young human male around twenty.
Then younger man quickened his pace knowing he was being followed.
Jean pounced and grabbed the man dragging him to an alleyway.
Violent screams and harsh grunts could be heard for a few minutes until all went deathly silent. Jean made his way out out of the alleyway and made his way back to the Maison des Ombres.

[x-Lateral_Delusion-x]

Jean walked through the big oaken doors to find Carsene reclined luxurantly on a couch at one side of the sweeping staircase "Bonsoir Mademoiselle Rousseau" "Bonsoir Monsieur Pierpont" she replied without moving. "have you been hunting tonight?" enquired Jean "No" said Carsene lightly "This evening I dined at the kings' expense, later maybe" she sighed "was your hunt fruitful Monsieur"

[Ceri]

"Greatly," Jean said, wiping his hands absently together. "Has anything occured here that I should know about?"
Carsene cast an irritable glance upwards. "Elegosta's back."
Jean raised his eyebrows interestedly. "Is he, now?" Shaun Elegosta had been away from the Maison for some time. "I look forward to his company again."
"I don't," Carsene muttered.

[x-Lateral_Delusion-x]

"well you wouldn't" said Jean "you need to show a bit of composure around Monsieur Elegosta, Mademoiselle Rousseau; despite how much he may aggrivate you" "I rather think that I shall be spending more time at Versailes while he lingers here" said Carsene "I don't care for his manner"

[Ceri]

"Would said manner be mine?" a voice cut in over Jean's reply. Carsene rolled her eyes as Shaun Elegost descended the stairs. "Evening, Monsieur Pierpont."
"Monsieur Elegosta."
Shaun hesitated then smiled slowly at Carsene, his eyes slightly shadowed by his hat. "Evening, Madmoiselle Rousseau."
"Elegosta."
Shaun ignored her tone. "How was the evening, Monsieur?" he asked Jean.

[Stanic]

"Not nearly as good as mine" Stefan had appeared on the staircase, wiping blood from around his mouth with a handkerchief.
"Ah Monsieur Bellof, good hunt i see?" said Jean.
"Indeed, managed to keep the victim alive while eating her stomach." Stefan replied winking at Carsene, their sadistic competitions were well known throughout the house, always trying to out-do each other.

[Ceri]

"Delightful," Shaun said, raising his eyebrows.
"What about you?" Jean asked, turning sharply to Shaun. "You have been gone almost two months. How have your days away been, Monsieur?"
Shaun sighed dramatically, tossing his blonde hair back childishly. "Long, slow," he said placedly.
"Not enough blood for you?" Carsene asked acidly.
"Actually," Shaun said, turning to face her with a shining smile, "I've not been hunting while I've been away. I've been...exploring."
"Of course you have," Carsene said carelessly.
Shaun watched her for a moment, then turned to Jean. "Would you kind sirs mind leaving Madmoiselle Rousseau and I in private for one moment?"
Jean looked at Carsene, who seemed resigned to her fate. Shaun asked for a 'private moment' with Carsene about once a day. He nodded to Stefan then to the door, and the two of them headed to the restaurant. Shaun sat down beside Carsene, who sat up and shifted slightly away.

[Stanic]

"Here we go again." Stefan whispered to Jean as they walked through the door.
"I wouldnt be suprised if, one of these days, she hangs him up by his thumbs above some swords." he continued, shutting the door behind him.

[Ceri]

Shaun moved to close the gap between him and Carsene. He removed his hat, smoothed his blonde hair down and took a breath to speak.
"You already know what I'll say," she cut across.
"You don't know what I'm going to ask," he said, smiling.
"Yes, Elegosta, I do. Why do you persist?"
"Because you are lying to me," Shaun said, amused.
"Am I?" demanded Carsene.
"Oh yes. You see, I ask you time and time to be mine, and every time you reply that you won't. That you dislike me and would never consider me. But I believe otherwise."
"Do you, now," Carsene said acidly.
Shaun leaned towards her and whispered in her ear. "You want me, Carsene," he whispered. "Your lust cannot be sated by blood alone. You long for me, as I for you. Decist lying to yourself and lying to me, and together we'll reach heights only gods can tell of. Together we'll indulge our insatiable lust in blood and pleasure and one another."
"You disgust me," Carsene hissed savagely. "The only thing I feel stronger than bloodlust is hatred for you."
"Hatred and passion are one and the same," Shaun whispered, and Carsene felt his hand on her leg. "Whether you love me or hate me, you know you want me."
Carsene smacked his hand and he retracted it sharply, still smiling.
"Pain and blood and lust," he said, leaning back. "Think on it. Good day, Madmoiselle."
He stood up and headed to the restaurant doors through which Stefan and Jean had gone.

[Vinnie]

Luc-Gaston watched Monsieur Elegosta smirk his way into the restaurant. Strange, thought Luc-Gaston, he hadn’t seen Shaun for nigh on two months; a rather blissful two months, he reflected with a sigh. Ah well, thought Luc.

“Monsieur Elegosta,” said Luc as he stood from his table in the corner. Round, blue eyes scanned the room from the brim of a wide cavalier’s hat. Shaun saw Luc and beamed.

“Master Tristan,” drawled Elegosta. “Still frequenting this establishment I see.” His voice oozed politeness.

“Indeed so,” Luc replied in kind. “But I see such a place does not merit your mighty company, for months at a time.”

“There is only one soul within these walls that is worth the breath of words, Comte. My lady Carsene,” said Elegosta, eyes a-glint. Luc read the implication immediately.

“Then I shall presume to trouble you no more, good sir.” The two were of a height and they stood almost nose to nose, drawing gazes from the other patrons of the restaurant.

“My thanks,” breathed Elegosta dangerously. Slowly, Luc stepped aside. As Elegosta swept out of the restaurant Luc smiled to himself. Like-minded souls were always the easiest to aggravate. The coming days with Elegosta around would be most fun.

[Ceri]

[glow=red,2,300]Wow, Shaun made himself unpopular very fast [/glow]

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"Carcene...come over here" called Jean.
"Yes Monsier?" asked Carcene.
"What did he want this time?"
"the same as usual."
"Oh that man doesnt take a hint does he ...though he is rather beautiful" said Jean lustfully before walking towards Elagosta.

[x-Lateral_Delusion-x]

[glow=red,2,300]what happened to your spelling there?[/glow]

[Ceri]

Shaun noticed Jean approaching, and didn't have time to duck out of sight before he was standing directly in front of him.
"Oh--evening, Monsieur," Shaun said, leaning back on the doorframe. "How is life treating you?"
"About the same as death would," Jean said languidly. "I see your banter with Madmoiselle Rousseau did not go quite as you planned?"
"Oh, no," Shaun said, sweeping his hair out of his eyes. "No, quite according to plan. I sense that Madmoiselle Rousseau will soon be coming to her senses."
"Indeed," Jean said slowly. Shaun was watching him carefully, and could see the look in his eyes. He read it perfectly.
"Monsieur," he said quietly, "would you accompany me out of the room for a moment?"
Here we go, Shaun thought. He knew exactly what Jean wanted. Like himself, Jean was just as lustful sexually as for blood, and unlike himself, he had no interest for those like Carsene. All that remained to be decided, Shaun thought as he followed Jean outside, was whether he would allow Jean to satisfy himself with Shaun or leave him wanting.
No sooner had the door closed, Shaun turned around and was pushed back up against the wall, Jean's hands having knocked his hat to the floor and now lost deep in his yellowish hair. The former, then, Shaun thought, letting Jean's lips brush against his.

[glow=red,2,300]Payne...is this okay?? ^^ [/glow]

[[Six]]

[glow=red,2,300]Cez your such a dirty beast No really that is good stuff. [/glow]

Jean pressed himself up against Shaun, kissing him more ferociously. "Shall we take this upstairs Monsieur Elegosta?" said Jean tearing of Shauns shirt in an animalistic trance. Grabbing Shauns wrist he tugged into the direction of the stairs. The lobby doors opened and Carcene walked in .."Oh Monsieurs, Im so sorry." she said with a slight grin on her face. " GET OUT CARCENE" shouted Jean.

[x-Lateral_Delusion-x]

[glow=red,2,300]its CarS ne[/glow]

"Monsieur Pierpont there is a man in the orangery wishing to speak to you, an envoy from someone who calls himself Jacquard" she said almost gleeful "he says that he must see you now with the information he bears" "and has Stefan not killed him yet?" said Jean angrily. C arsene shook her head "regretably not" "very well I must see him then" Jean was not amused

[Stanic]

Carsene decided to make her way to the study, a large room full of lots of papers that she was sure no-one ever read. She sat down in a large chair, pulled out a hand fan and began fanning herself.
“Bored?” said a voice from behind her.
“Yes Stefan, I am rather.” Carsene hadn’t turned around, Stefan’s voice was very distinctive.
“Monsieur Elegosta being his usual self I see.” Said Stefan, both of them were talking in mock posh accents as they always did when alone.
“Indeed he is.” Replied Carsene, flicking her hair back elegantly. Stefan had now walked in front of her, his left hand behind his back.
“So what would a lady such as yourself be up to this evening?” Stefan asked.
“Oh I don’t know I thought I’d go out hunting actually. Unless your giving a better offer?” Carsene’s eyes flashed as she said the last word.
“Oh yes.” Stefan’s voice stopped being posh and aristocratic and became suave and seductive. “It has been a long time since our last ‘festival’. Has it not?”
“Indeed, far too long.” Replied Carsene in an equally seductive tone. “But who is to start?”
Stefan merely grinned and pulled his left hand from behind his back, from the fingernails to the center were large gashes dripping blood. “Come and get it.” Stefan said simply. Carsene could hold herself back no longer.

[x-Lateral_Delusion-x]

she stepped over to him tearing of his shirt digging her nails into his back drawing them down his flesh tearing his back to shreds. Stefan smiled grabbing her by the throat and pulling her into a ferral kiss. Carsene bit his lip pulling away she dug her fangs into his neck he rolled his head to get her off pulling her back to his lips digging his nails into her flesh. she threw him against a side door which gave way to a bedroom with a huge gothic four poster bed. she smiled at him deviously. as if reading her thoughts he ripped her corset throwing her down onto the bed she squealed in pleasure he crawled over her planting gentle bite all over her chest before digging his teeth into her neck