KanTheKnight

"..." He gave Miana one look, finally a normal one before Alicia came in surprising him. His body turned around towards the little vampire woman. Upon her question, Vance closed his eyes returning a question instead of an answer. "What do you want, vampire? There is no use for you to ask me that question...You want something from me clearly." He continued punching his chest lightly and stopped once the irregular beats became regular. He crouches down a little to meet face to face with Alicia. "..I guess there is no point wasting my strength seeing I am pretty much stuck here under a curse, not being able to do anything..Fine, I'll turn the other cheek around for now. What is your name?" Although Vance does not like nor her nor Miana one bit, through blind rage he understands that all he can do as of now is sit down like a lap dog and show them some kind of respect. Alicia doesn't seem intimidating nor one that wants to eat him. She has his attention now, he wonders why she wanted it. "I'm listening.."

I thiiink its medieval..? Dont count it on me though.

"Never killed a soul in her life..? One vampire..? Family..?" With all of the horrors Vance has seen on his journey, how many other families have been brutally slain, Miana comes off as ignorant instead of helping his issue with her. She doesn't do anything but solidify his opinion on her kind. When she talks about memory wipe his anger worsens to the absolute max. His heart jumped from 190BM to 245BPM. His arteries would bulge up against the skin because of the blood rush "Are you...Messing..With me..?" "Do you know..How many..Families..Have been lost..How many I've seen with my own eyes..Killed..? And how many of your kind were happy to have done such things to children even?" His breath got husky as his heart was straining itself. "No human..Outside of your damned castle, wants to fear of being the next livestock..But I get it. You're a vampire after all." His eyebrows relaxed as there is no point being angry anymore. "All of you, are the same. Ignorant and uncaring of this issue." He didnt say anything, instead covering up his mouth. He coughed up a bit of blood which is quite normal for him after using such powerful blood rush. He wiped his mouth and washed the blood off in the waters, looking at Miana. "We'll never get along. I'll never let you feed on my blood either. You have other thralls either way. I'm so sick of you entirely I dont even want to kill you with my own hands anymore..." He turned around from there and punched his chest making sure his heart doesn't fail.

@ You assign a vampire as a master. Thats it. You can also add some story behind it in details if you like. That is about it.

Vance suddenly turned his head backwards, staring back directly at Alicia in silence. "....." It was almost too creepy for a human. Those black void-like colored eyes do not help how creepy he looks. His eyes furrow against both of them, a little bit of bloodshot could be observed around his scleras. "What are they looking at me for.." Then his gaze fixates onto Miana. His hatred reeks out even more, like an evil spirit trying to possess. His heartbeat quickens, the intent to kill comes forward, which is why for the two vampire women he went from a blood clot to a literal blood bomb, his blood rushing like crazy. Despite how maddening he gets, he can't help but suddenly smirk at Miana. "What are you looking at me for, Blackthorne?" He raise an eyebrow speaking towards her. "I almost had you. Almost..Next time." He points at where she placed the hex. "When I find out how to get rid of this..You...?" He points back at her. "You'll suffer under the rays of the sun with your throat stuffed up to the brim with garlic vomit, for thinking even for a moment I'll ever be your servant...Dirty vampire.."

"..." Upon the gates opening Vance's eyes drifted towards the arrival of the gracious Alicia. Seeing another Vampire made his refined senses tickle like crazy. Although, he seems more soft towards Alicia because despite her vampire nature, he doesn't know much about her nor does she about him. There is some level of respect, but he disapproves her altogether due to knowing how vampires are. His head soon turned away though from both of them, not giving a simple drop of attention like other thralls. Instead, Vance silently focuses on cleaning himself. Specifically, his old wounds on his body. He splashes them with water and the obstructed very slowly heals everyday due to the contents of the dyed water. He picks up some and splashes his face then traces the face scar with a finger tip. Although this one specifically, does not heal. "..Tch..Maybe its too deep.." He mumbles to himself and gives up trying to patch it up. At least the smell of the bath blocks the odd smell of Alicia. He can smell it even from that far away. "Isn't she something like a laboratorian in this damned castle..? I need to find a way to break this curse.." At that moment he realizes how desperate he feels. And how alone in this damned place.

Ask them why the fuck my bed has turned into an e-girl who has a 18+ ASMR channel.

Around this time usually at the Castle of Miana there wouldnt be anyone else using the bath for now, so she had time for herself. Until the entrance of the baths were opened up once more after Miana. It was Vance, with his personal towel coming in. At first not noticing Miana, he looked at the other thralls in a calm demeanor, as he had nothing against them. But, once his eyes noticed that unusual hair his heart dropped a beat. "...." He almost wanted to turn away at that moment as soon as he saw here here. But, on the other hand he doesn't want to stay filthy. Deciding to just let it slip by this time instead of leaving, Vance walked along the right edges of the bathtub acting like she doesnt exist at all. He undress behind one of the statues and put his clothes there before tipping in and eventually submerging. He closed his eyes and began washing his shoulders first. He could care less for who would interrupt him, as long as it isn't the Vampire in here.

Tell Isabella she can't just claim my bedroom like that. Unless she makes me sign a legal document allowing her residency in the room.

Name: Vance Stripeth Age: 19-20 Species: Human Sex: Male Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Role: Thrall Master: Miana Blackthorne Personality: Vance is a human who lost his morality due to the existence of Vampires he deems foul creatures. Most of his character is brutally cold and empty on the inside, to fit the image of a monster that hunted down Vampires. His attitude is controlled by his indescribable hate towards these creatures, his actions are nothing short but of a psychopaths. He expresses himself in monotone ways, the only other emotions he can truly feel are: fear and madness. His mentality is nothing short of a foul creature, no indifferent than a Vampire. It is kill or be killed. Appearance Details: Vance is 5 foot 9 inches tall in height, which makes him look lanky and skinny. His skin is weirdly pale by birth, his eyes are black like a void. His hair form is straight with a deep, ocean blue hue all over it. Like he would be apart of the ocean itself. His body structure is a normal mesomorph, his core muscles defined through training and exercise. Vance has a severe old-scar across his face which was made by his first vampire kill. It is raggidy, definitely not made out of blade, chunks of his nose, cheek and forehead gone. Vance cannot grow any beard either. Other Details (optional): 1. Vance became a vampire hunter because his family group had been slaughtered and bite marks were left on their necks. That alone drove him enough to undergo several months of training to be able to stand up against weak vampires. Although be it, Vance is now nothing but of an example why humans find it hard to retaliate against these blood-sucking beasts, as he has been captured under a powerful vampire, like a rabbit in a cage. 2. Vance in reality, doesn't have a family. The Stripeth family name, is the name of a family group of orphans being looked after elderly. Although there would be no biological connection, Vance still loved all of them very much and felt true loneliness and sadness once they were gone. 3. The reason why Vance lasted a long time as a vampire hunter, is because he was born with a stronger heart and twice more nutritious blood. This means to vampires: he smelled of blood way more than normal humans would, but this also meant Vance's wounds would heal a bit more quickly, his adrenaline would be much more intense and last longer, he would sort of be more strong than a normal young adult with a normal heart. That aside, his heart rate is quicker than usual. The other reason is his clothes. He'd trick Vampires by dressing in a way that made him look lanky, skinny and weak but in reality underneath his clothing his core muscles were defined which allowed him for better chance of survival and successful kills. 4. Vance made a name for himself, due to the brutal ways he'd finish off Vampires. Some were stabbed 30 times in the heart with stakes, others would be smithered in garlic and tortured with steel before being burned with flammables or simply a campfire. Others would be tied up, hung up on trees by their necks, until the sun would come up to scorch them into Ash. His name would spread like wildfire amongst his living place, until he fell into the arms of Miana, the one who put an end to his reign and instead humiliates him with the title of a Thrall. 5. Vance is a generally more resiliant Thrall, so it is harder for his Master to draw blood from him, let alone engage easily in sexual acts if they were to wish doing so.

@Busterbugsit is not limited. You can have characters on both sides.

Look surprised at first, but then ask if she is doing a good gesture like bringing breakfast in bed.

Will note that! One thrall will be coming in soon then. :3

I'll be making a thrall character. If anyone wants them claimed for their vampire character say so, because I cant decide myself.

Thank you, thank you! ❤

Return the favor around and ask her if she wants to play Skyrim sex mods with me. ;3

Marry Godot. Because the slick-back hair is unresistable. Fuck Elena. (I dont wanna kill ya) Kill Phoneix. Because I ran out of options. (Nothing personal)

I'd propose to be the Gojo in his life.

Ask her if she got bored of being rescued all the time and just decided to come straight to my bedroom instead.

"Mm..Tease, hey? That happened to me sort off. She has no mercy towards anyone when it comes to teases it seems.." The more beakers and flasks Lucca cleans, as he drags them to the pile driplets end up on the floor without him realizing of it. miss Scopeli captured his attention. The machine interested him quite a lot but he didnt say anything. Whilst moving onto the next object needed to be cleaned, he found a gunk or some kind of material hard to scrub off. "Grmgh..Ah, miss Scopeli, it seems rather hard to scrub this o-" Lucca was suddenly interrupted by a slip up on his part. His shoes don't have any grip underneath. The driplets from before that had formed into a puddle caused him to slip, his trajectory of fall right towards the miss! "Ah-! M-Miss, move away--!" With his fall, he crashes into the science teacher as both of them fall to the ground together. Lucca didn't mean to do this, yet here is fate punishing him, as he ends up in such an embarrassing situation with a person he met minutes ago.

Play a romantic latino song as Jae is waiting for their lover (in my bedroom apparently).

Junkyousha OST. There is something about the energy in this composition that made me want to listen to it on repeat. When I saw this in the anime I was head bopping instead of paying attention to what was going on lol.

Lucca nods to how she percieves it having something similar in mind. "It is that way I presume. So far, I would say the Academy feels welcoming enough." Scrubbing and scrubbing he did as promised in the paper the headmaster had written out. As she pile more onto the line of dirty equipment he stares at the pile in an awkward manner. Once she suggest Lucca who to seek help for, he addresses the truth directly. "Ah-well, you see miss..The facially expressive individual I was mentioning is actually the Headmaster." He outright admits to the science teacher. "It is not that..She is threatening or bad. Just..Her presence makes me..A little nerve wracked to say the least..!" His head promptly turns towards the lady. "Right now of course I dont feel stressed. You dont give me an uncanny feeling, miss. I think its quite actually the opposite." His focus is drawn back to his handy and very foamy task.

Lucca would be placing the cleaned objects in a puddle, although it will take him some time to clean everything. So far he managed to only clean a few. He was doing a decent job at the cleaning, not wanting to disappoint miss Scopeli as they'll be working together for two weeks. He keeps up with the conversation as well. "I haven't, how is it like travelling through portals?" Lucca asks scrubbing the next item squeaky clean with the sponge he found. "At first, people began freaking out which is understandable. The proof of your kind's existence broke all logic that humans were previously bound to. I guess some, still don't like the sudden settlement." The boy, takes a breath before finishing most of the objects. "But, personally..I dont think monsters are really any different than us. But some are definitely, a little..Threatening. By look and by their..Facial expression." He sweats a little, remembering the Headmaster's expression.

"My name is Lucca, miss." As she request, he goes over as asked and picks a counter with a fair distance from the teacher. Bringing the dirty chemical equipment in a group, he found himself the needed items to clean them. He began one by one, giving a closer eye to each and scrubbing it and washing it squeaky clean. But, staying in silence wouldn't be very entertaining for Lucca, so he decide to break the ice. "How long have you been working as a teacher in the Academy, Miss?" It was, a little nerve wracking as she is messing around with chemicals, but he trusts her authority and knowledge. "I'm guessing you have some kind of..Interest, in how our world works."