ALEXANDER MANDULIS'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | 24 |
GENDER |  Male |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
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POSTS |  11 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 14, 2015 17:47:07 GMT -5 ♔
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 | before I embark upon my quest... | |
They say that time has the power to change all things, and that nothing remains the same forever. A few centuries ago, Alexander might have begged to differ. And why would he not? He knew for a fact that he was immortal, and that he would never succumb to death unless someone managed to send him to the reaper forcibly. Years ago almost beyond counting he had been of the opinion that his agelessness meant that he would be essentially the same person in the future as he had been when he had first accepted Arthur's hand and become a Silver Clansman. Though centuries ago he had acknowledged his own folly and the nature of his mistake, he was still amused sometimes at precisely how much he had changed over the many years that had passed since his agelessness began. For instance, the noble Alexander Mandulis would have behaved somewhat squeamishly at the prospect of venturing into an establishment such as the Saint's Pleasure. Of course, that's not to say that he would not have done so at all, but it was no doubt that he was much more relaxed and open about the idea after having a few good years to change a few aspects about his persona. After all, how could a man who killed claim the moral highground in the face of establishments such as the Saint's Pleasure? But that had been long ago when he had first accepted that fact, as he demonstrated by strolling casually into the place with the stride of a man who knew precisely where he was and what he desired. A few curious heads turned towards the newest addition to the patrons of the Saint's Pleasure, though not all did as their drinks and 'companions' kept their attentions securely away from the door. Didn't want them to remember the fact that there was an outside world, as likely as not and it was just as likely that the patrons did not want themselves to recall this fact. Those heads that did turn about were greeted by the sight of a man in dark leathers with a sword hanging from his waist secured in its binds, and a few throwing knives equally bound on opposite side. As it was not overly strange to see a man armed in Lilla, that should have been the end of it, though something kept the attention of some of the patrons for an extra few seconds. That something was the man's somewhat exotic appearance. It was not often that the people of Raduga experienced a man whose dark skin clashed with his silver-white hair and grey eyes which were almost the color of smoke in the dim lighting of the Saint's Pleasure. This was nothing new to the man however, and so he simply walked in the striding motion of his towards the nearest source of alcohol that he could find after looking around for a moment. The black blade called Dusk he set aside nearby for a moment, knowing full well that it was just as much a sign of his identity as it was a means of keeping danger away in this most dangerous of the five cities. After all, who would want to cross someone whose name was known and commonly associated with being one of the more skilled bounty hunters in Raduga? Taking a glance down the bar, Alexander pointed at a random person's drink and said simply: "Hallo. I'll have what he's having." Without even asking for what the concoction in the cup was. Nor did he particularly care, as long as it could fulfill its function: to get the Black Blade slightly intoxicated on this fine evening. ▲ Come, let's make fun happen
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HESSAT MALIK-GUHANI'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-four |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | polysexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | ASSASSIN, DRUG TRAFFICKER, & COURTESAN |
POSTS | 17 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 15, 2015 0:15:17 GMT -5 ♔
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places, places — get in your places — throw on your dress ✧ and put on your doll faces
WORDS ▲ 000 TAGGED ▲ @someone NOTES ▲ a little something here | [attr="class","scrolls"]It was not that he was naïve to the practice of abusing prostitutes; it was the fact that he never imagined himself in such a position. Again. He had worked this trade for too damn long not to be aware of what could happen behind closed doors, buried his share of co-worker who couldn’t escape a violent patron too. It was amazing what could be overlooked in places like these. I mean, what was one dead hooker to continued investment, right? That’s what it all boiled down to. Money. You could always buy more whores, they were like furniture – sans the fact you could fuck’em and not get a splinter.
At some point during the struggle his illusions had come undone, exposing violet eyes to four walls that no longer inspired feelings of pride or safety. The fluffy duvet was on the floor. The sheets were rumpled, bloodstained… ‘Not mine.” The thought whispered quietly, a soft reassurance that was nearly drowned out by the rage and anxiety. Against the wall at the end of the bed was the slumped over body of a man. His chest rose and fell shallowly, unperturbed by the gash that stretched the length of his right arm. It wasn’t deep nor was it lethal; the guy would just have a hell of a time trying to jack off with it.
Hessat clenched his fist and shuddered in revulsion. There was red all over his hands and the blade was growing colder in his palm. He felt exposed, something many would find strange coming from a man who took off his clothes on a regular basis. Speaking of clothes, where were his? They hadn’t gotten very far in their romp things had gone south. He could still feel the calluses from the mans hands around his neck…
He had a lot of kinks but that would never be one of them.
Scowling, he stabbed the knife into one the bedpost, he’d clean up later. With that he set about cleaning himself up, a process shortened by the desire to be gone before that ox woke up. And he made good on the time he allowed himself and soon Hessat could be seen stalking the large serving room, nursing his ill temper, eyes once again their masked gold. Nobody stopped him from making his way to the bar and only spared him a glance as he reached behind it to pluck a large bottle of something from the cabinet. Didn’t matter what it was so long as there was a lot of it.
A cup was abducted, a stool snatched and Hessat was well into his second glass when a stranger piped up about a drink. His drink. The courtesan raised a brow, meeting the gaze of the bartender who was eying him and the bottle being jealously guarded. Either they politely directed their customer to another stiff drink or attempted to pry brunette away from it. The server didn’t appear to know what she wanted to do – thankfully, Hessat made decision for her.
“Not even going to ask what it is?” To his credit, Hessat managed to not look as curious as he felt as he sidled up to the stranger, taking in the shock of white hair and dark chocolate skin. This was the first in a long time that he’d seen anyone who shared his complexion who wasn’t in bondage. Judging by his weaponry the man wasn’t going to just let someone put him in chains either. Cup in his left hand and bottle in his right, Hessat approached the man in a way that could only be described as a prowl. "That could be dangerous, you know?" He crooned easily, this was familiar, this was safe for him. Gently he pressed the rim of his half full cup to the man's lips, a challenging smirk aimed at him.
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ALEXANDER MANDULIS'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | 24 |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | |
POSTS | 11 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 15, 2015 19:39:19 GMT -5 ♔
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| before I embark upon my quest... | |
At first, the bartender merely nodded and moved to fulfill Alexander's request, a reflexive action considering the amount of times that she must have acquiesced to similar requests each and every day. With nothing of particular interest to keep his attention, Alexander's mind would have simply drifted into the void until his drink arrived. Instead, he found himself looking at the server with a slightly bemused expression, as her expression shifted from the mask-like face that servers commonly wore well into their working days into a much more organic expression; it was the expression most commonly worn by those who were caught between the proverbial rock and hard place. Had she managed that state for a few more seconds, Alexander might have sighed and simply pointed at another drink instead to expedite the process of receiving a drink. As it was however, the bartender was spared her apparently agonizing decision by another: the very same man who had been drinking the drink that Alexander had originally pointed at. The man's question elicited a shrug, a simply movement of the shoulders that was accompanied by the slightest of smiles. Alexander had sampled so many different types of alcohol in the past couple of centuries that he had essentially lost caring for specifics when it came to what he imbibed. Though perhaps not the wisest course of action, it did most certainly provide a certain random element to what would otherwise become routine. It also apparently attracted entertaining bouts of luck and challenge to slither towards him. Not that he minded, a fact that he demonstrated clearly by pressing a finger to the bottom of the cup and lifting it gently. Alexander drank down the contents of the glass as though it had been water that was presented to him, even as he felt the fire expand within his torso in that magical way that he enjoyed so much. His storm cloud grey eyes never left the golden eyes of the man that had brought him the glass. When the cup was emptied and the glass lowered, Alexander smirked enough to match Hessat easily. "Perhaps it might have been dangerous had I not seen you drink first, exitialis pulchritudinis." With a nonchalant expression, Alexander turned the bottle about for a moment and made an 'ah' sound as he recognized the drink. "As is, I don't think there was anything more deadly in that cup than what's sitting in front of me right now." With that, Alexander poured out more of the amber fluid into the cup with an apparently practiced hand and held it out for his new friend to drink. "Care to play a little game?" He said without dropping a certain expression of amusement at the current happenings. ▲ Come, let's make fun happen
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HESSAT MALIK-GUHANI'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-four |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | polysexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | ASSASSIN, DRUG TRAFFICKER, & COURTESAN |
POSTS | 17 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 15, 2015 21:24:40 GMT -5 ♔
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places, places — get in your places — throw on your dress ✧ and put on your doll faces
WORDS ▲ 000 TAGGED ▲ @someone NOTES ▲ a little something here | [attr="class","scrolls"]The courtesan let himself arch an inquiring brow at the stranger as he drained the cup without preamble. Had Hessat been anyone else, working anywhere but here, he would have been impressed. Not very many people could put away a strong drink without coming up for air or, at the very least, wincing as it blazed a trail down their esophagus. Sadly in a brothel such feats were barely noticed and probably meant the dude was an absolute lush. Joy.
As the cup lowered the gypsy was once again greeted with an unobstructed view of the man’s profile for him to appreciate before a pair of words in the man’s speech caught his attention. Although he couldn’t proclaim himself to be anything akin to a linguist nor had he spent any substantial duration of time outside of Lilla that wasn’t strictly for business purposes, Hessat liked to think himself at least reasonably capable of identifying languages. Whatever had just been spoken wasn’t alike anything he’d overheard while schmoozing his way to a targets bedroom and he’d admit, that bothered him a little. He didn’t like not knowing things, it was disadvantageous to be in the dark and while not knowing a language certainly wouldn’t get him killed it stilled bugged him. This man could have just called him a pig farmer for all he knew.
Hessat smothered his uncertainty with puckish interest, letting the bottle be manipulated while still in his grasp. “This is true.” Though that didn't make the deed safer. There was more than one way to lace a drink and it didn't necessarily require him to put something in it to achieve the desired result. He relented, allowing the container to be extracted from his fingers and watched as it was refilled and paid a rather intriguing compliment.
The business of killers was one mired in the shadows of deceit. You only got as far as you did if you were able to hide among the rabble well enough not to be identified by the bigger, badder players. Obviously this fellow knew his way about his weapons but even knowing that he hadn’t been expecting to be ousted for dangerous here of all places. Hessat tensed discreetly before he forced himself to relax. “Deadly? Me?” Acting shocked but comically so. If he’d been figured out there was no point in putting on airs now. What gave him away? He’d have asked but a question had been posed and the drink was being passed back to him. Mm, maybe tonight would end on a good night after all.
He accepted the drink – there was no sense in letting good alcohol go to waste. “I play many games, calul meu intuneric.” The golden-eyed strain gave the man a look that plainly said 'ha, I can make up words too' even if that weren't entirely true. Shifting just a bit closer as he pointedly met his gaze over the rim and drank deeply from it. Even with as much wine as he consumed and how regularly he did so, there was no way he could down the whole thing. He thought not having a gag reflex was good enough, no reason to cultivate unnecessary skills like this. He walked around the stranger's seat, deliberately letting a hand fall onto his forearm and not surprised to find the coiled sinew that it met behind a barricade of leather. The liesmith didn't linger, continuing to stalk around him and drag his painted nails delicately up his arm, to his shoulder and just brushing the pads of his fingertips over the nape of his neck before he was once again in his line of sight. “Did you have something in mind? The Saint’s Pleasure caters to a variety of activities, you need but name which.” All smiles and predatory fascination.
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ALEXANDER MANDULIS'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | 24 |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | |
POSTS | 11 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 16, 2015 1:39:20 GMT -5 ♔
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| before I embark upon my quest... | |
Alexander's smile only widened at the golden-eyed courtesan's reaction to being called deadly, his assumption being that he had been understood slightly wrong. In the mind of the Black Blade, everyone within the area of Heaven's Embrace carried some form of danger either within themselves or somewhere on their person. Some people were deadly due to the information that they carried, some were rather capable with knives and other bladed weapons, some were skilled with poisons, and still others simply knew how to manipulate people...which was probably the most deadly skill of them all in his opinion. He had apparently struck onto some form of truth however, even if by accident and so simply decided to accept that piece of information and roll with whatever happened to come of it. Perhaps it would have been kinder to inform his new friendly acquaintance of his line of thought, but it was much more entertaining to watch his reaction. Of course, all good things had to come to an end, and the surprise of the moment faded in the presence of the fire that was within the glass. In its place, the courtesan regained a fine control and made a show of tracing a line along Alexander's body. While he did so, Alexander simply stood still and allowed the man to trace his musculature to his heart's desire. While not obnoxious concerning his body, the Black Blade was understandably prideful when it came to his toned physique. After all, he could tell even without turning around that there were plenty of patrons who were not quite as...disciplined as he was. Within short order, his new friend reappeared with a new smile and a question that brought a new bit of heat to Alexander's body that had little to do with alcohol. Whereas he might normally have hidden his expression behind a faint layer of amusement coupled perhaps with disinterest, to do so in this place and at such a time as this would simply be pretending to an asinine degree. There was no need to play the hero in Lilla, which was why Alexander appreciated the city more than most. Whereas the Silver Knight and Alexander Di Mandulis could be virtuous almost to the degree of being holier than thou, the Black Blade cared little for opinions other than his own and often did not bother with masks. Thus even though the amusement was still present, there was also an unmistakable hint of lust. "The game is simple, moarte frumoasă." Alexander said rising from his seat such that he and Hessat were almost face to face. It had been some time since he had spoken the language that now rolled from his tongue, but he did not particularly require linguistic mastery for his current purposes. "Dacă eu sunt calul întuneric...călări." As he had spoken, Alexander had steadily gotten closer to Hessat such that he had leaned in to whisper the last word. Perhaps it was the business of the tavern's staff to play the role of the whisperers, but Alexander had always felt that it was somewhat lazy to leave the wordplay solely to the courtesans. ▲ Come, let's make fun happen
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HESSAT MALIK-GUHANI'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | PURPLE CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-four |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | polysexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | ASSASSIN, DRUG TRAFFICKER, & COURTESAN |
POSTS | 17 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 17, 2015 0:10:02 GMT -5 ♔
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places, places — get in your places — throw on your dress ✧ and put on your doll faces
WORDS ▲ 000 TAGGED ▲ NOTES ▲ all kinds of special | [attr="class","scrolls"]He had never been happier for having not call a patron a retarded starfish in all his life.
His tongue felt like sandpaper in his mouth. There weren’t a great many people who knew the language of the gypsy caravans and those that did seldom spoke it in Raduga’s cities, or at least not within the vicinity of anyone who didn’t speak it. Gypsy’s had garnered a wellspring of stigmas, many of which were negative. They were tolerated but anything other than standard Radugain was widely frowned upon. Something about them laying curses with words or something equally preposterous.
Just who was this man?
As gold met steel gray he became distantly aware of the familiar gleam in those distinctly amused eyes. There, alongside the mirthful shimmer was want and almost immediately he could feel his body respond in kind. Suddenly he was uncomfortably hot, a reaction that had everything and nothing to do with the attraction he felt towards the handsome hunter. He was drawn in by his dark skin, a tone richer than caramel. Light eyes that danced brightly, laughing at some unspoken joke that only he was privy to. Was this what other people felt when they saw him in his fine cotton clothing?
Just as strongly as the fascination drew him in, distrust shoved him away. This person whom he had never seen before had kept his wits about him, played his game like it was an involuntary response, effortless. Not to mention he’d complimented him twice, once in a language unknown and again in his own. His every instinct hissed at him to let this one pass, don’t get sucked into the novelty of his mysterious guest and to move on. Lucky for him Hessat was used to dismissing the little voice inside his head. It needed to mind its own business.
The man’s voice held a smoky quality if you could imagine it, the kind that only big guys seemed to carry. Great for whispering little double-entendres with and just like that Hessat shivered. It wasn’t a conscious act and as he was crowded by a wall of tanned muscle he couldn’t help but revel in the illusion of capture. He looked him up and down thoughtfully, his grin widening. "Am o șa în camera mea cu privire la dimensiunea." Slipping a hand into his he tugged on the attached arm and let go, expecting him to follow along.
And that’s when he remembered his room was a mess. Hm, wonder if that guy was gone yet…
He shrugged a shoulder, unbothered. He couldn’t use his room in the state it was left in regardless but it wasn’t like that was the only place they could go. “Veni acest fel, calul meu întuneric~” Passing into the hall and leaving the chatter behind, smirking proudly to himself at the envious looks shot at him with his companion. Hessat spared only a quick glance over his shoulder before pausing in front of a door. It looked like every other one that they had passed but he was looking at it inquisitively. Starling shouldn’t be back yet for another hour, right?
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ALEXANDER MANDULIS'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | 24 |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
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POSTS | 11 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 19, 2015 16:25:53 GMT -5 ♔
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Though some might have considered it to be an insult to their sense of morality, Alexander had been asked by many over the years whether or not he was a part of the Purple Clan. He seemed to have a fitting mind for the part, considering his unapologetic love of playing with people for his own amusement. He seemed to enjoy toying with different combinations of words and gestures of the body, seeing what effects they had upon others around him. To create an example, he looked down at the courtesan to see how he reacted to being spoken to in the language of the gypsies and was pleasantly surprised to note that he had happened upon a verbal sweet spot. Whether fortunately or unfortunately was in the eye of the beholder, but no, Alexander could not claim to be of the clan that specialized in mind games. He simply enjoyed playing with words and observing the effects thereof, such as the courtesan coyly beckoning him along. Grabbing his sword, Alexander made to follow before noticing a young man looking at him with mixed awe and envy. Though he looked away swiftly, Alexander simply smiled and reached into a hidden pocket. He knew that particular expression anywhere, and at the moment decided that he could lend aid to a man in need on his first trip to a brothel. After retrieving one of his small pouches, he tossed it to the boy and slid the remaining wine to him. "Liquid courage for you. Gems for the courtesans. Good luck my friend." At that point, Alexander simply winked at the open mouthed youth and followed his own courtesan as he made his way towards the rooms. On his way there, he simply passed a few more smiles and winks as he noticed the jealous looks his company was receiving. All too soon or perhaps too late, that fun ended as the two made their way into a dimly lit hall that held the bedrooms. Alexander paused just behind his friend for the evening, who seemed to be pausing for some reason that he did not care to think about. Ah, but the alcohol in his system was beginning to spread and actually take something of an effect, if the growing warmth in his veins had anything to attest. Laughing quietly, Alexander slipped his arms around the waist of his moarte frumoasă and hugged him from behind. He was completely aware of the fact that his expanding manhood was rubbing up against the courtesan's backside, but he was quite uncaring considering what would be happening behind a closed door quite soon. "Având îndoieli?" Planting a light kiss along the man's neck, Alexander spoke in a teasing voice directly into his ear. Walking forward, Alexander gripped the door handle and pushed it open casually with his finger before stepping aside like a proper gentleman escorting a date. "Daca nu se tem, vin." Alexander still used the same teasing voice, gesturing for the courtesan to enter. After all, he had no idea that the room belonged to another that he knew quite well. ▲
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