Laszlo
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Though in truth decades old, his appearance would hint at him being past 20 yet younger than 30.
Appearance: An inhumanly large man at well above two meters in height, he is pale as typical for most vampires. His visage and body is well chiselled, a powerful form given some effeminate polish (this comes in a few forms: clear use of makeup, painted nails, and floral perfumes). It would easily be considered handsome if it had not the appearance of being shattered like porcelain with black cracks all along his skin sometimes but not necessarily coinciding with veins. His hair is long and black, whilst his once blue eyes are now wholly white, absent of any colour on the bulbs; paradoxically, they turn black when illuminated by direct light as if casting shadows within themselves, softening again to a necrotic yellow if that light is of the sun. In between every rib is a slit in his flesh wherein he created improvised gills of his own body along with a great deal of other modifications he subsumes into his own meat. However few will see this of him, most instead seeing the ornate armour or robes he wears with a combination of nautical and vampiric themes. Hammered directly into his breast is a strange contraption of metal, oft leaking black ooze.
Equipment: Quite variant, a fact exacerbated by him hiding much under his flesh.
Skills and Abilities: He has the powers typical of the Correa vampiric bloodline, but extremely heavily watered down both by virtue of his severance from connection with the Matriarch Maribel, and further by the fact he starves himself of blood for ever longer periods of time. At the same time he seems supernaturally resilient and regenerative of any trauma done on his flesh even for a vampire.
To gain sufficient power to defeat Maribel, he has began experimenting upon his own body. For now these changes have mostly been the addition of the abilities of nautical creatures but he seeks to expand the arsenal of bestial abilities assimilated.
Reading a great many grimoires and tomes he has quite the magical repertoire.
All his flesh-craft has given him a non-negligible ability to shapeshift, though this is a quite slow process involving a violent breaking of bones and torn meats.
Biography: Not much is known. The best person to ask would be that bitch he keeps muttering about.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:11:49 GMT -5
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Post by Laszlo on Mar 21, 2021 18:18:24 GMT -5
Such peaceful quiet.
Bliss.
Satisfaction. All taken away. Thousands upon thousands of leagues under the sea the Vampire's eyes opened, just as his back hit the silt at the bottom of the great blue. For but a moment the two orbs illuminated the sea like great flares of a light house's beams. But this soon faded into a soft green, the water boiling in their proximity. Laszlo roared unheard as his binding to his mistress broke. the intense pressure of the water crushing him from without, whilst the fire of his soul ripped him from within. But he did not die, hatred alone fuelling him with the strength to move the continents beneath him. Yet more bursts of light erupted from the man as flesh and bone broke off from him to drift in the water but he controlled this suffering inflicted upon himself, gills forming out of the damage of his wounds. Some time passed as he rested at the bottom of the sea remembering who he was, how he got here, and his purpose.
Eventually the monstrosity arose, walking slowly but intently through the oceanic floor. It was lonely in these depths, but very soon he found himself company. It wasn't the sort he liked, but Laszlo was the sort to see an opportunity every where. The current crushing him changed briefly, the man turning around just in time to see the opening maw of the gargantuan beast that swallowed him. It was a powerful creature, but not more powerful than the vampire's will born of purpose. As the monster's esophagus slowly pushed him further and further down into its digestive tract he lashed out with his jaw, biting out chunks of flesh. It took many efforts but eventually he created enough space for his hands to wiggle, grab more meat and pull. Eventually there was a large enough wound for his whole body to fit in and escape the force of the thing's muscles. From this whole he further struck at the beast from inside, for a whole day navigating its body.
After many efforts he made its way to the skull, spending another day striking at the thick bone from where he reached its brain. He dipped a single finger into the meat of thinking, a small patch of black necrosis spreading from where he made contact. It would take a long time, perhaps years for the full extent of the beast to realize that conclusion that its brain had come to: it was dead. In this time he could slowly work on restoring its faculties to serve him in undeath. But for now he could send pulses along the yet-live parts of its body to raise the thing to the surface and have its great tail and fins push him towards land.
It took the vampire about another day to navigate through the animal's blowhole such that he could stand on its back and after much waiting finally enjoy proper air and dryness.
After much pondering he decided to dub the "ship" The Awakening. It was a strange vessel, but he had seen stranger. For now he waited until he saw land, and to pass the time he searched through the contents of the mind of the thing below him. It had been searching for people like him, the strange mist having stolen much of its powers and it thus sought to restore them by eating peculiar individuals like vampires. He was not the first or the last of its recent victims, many of whom were still alive. The man smiled, for he now had a crew.
The Awakening is a most odd vessel catching eyes wherever it goes. It is seemingly the corpse of a large creature of the depths, a whale of sorts reanimated and given new life in undeath. It has a crew largely of vampires, their eyes glowing a pale white as forced into submission to their master they starve themselves of blood. Their ultimate purpose is to find a solution to their curse, though one may question the efficacy of their methods.
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Laszlo
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Though in truth decades old, his appearance would hint at him being past 20 yet younger than 30.
Appearance: An inhumanly large man at well above two meters in height, he is pale as typical for most vampires. His visage and body is well chiselled, a powerful form given some effeminate polish (this comes in a few forms: clear use of makeup, painted nails, and floral perfumes). It would easily be considered handsome if it had not the appearance of being shattered like porcelain with black cracks all along his skin sometimes but not necessarily coinciding with veins. His hair is long and black, whilst his once blue eyes are now wholly white, absent of any colour on the bulbs; paradoxically, they turn black when illuminated by direct light as if casting shadows within themselves, softening again to a necrotic yellow if that light is of the sun. In between every rib is a slit in his flesh wherein he created improvised gills of his own body along with a great deal of other modifications he subsumes into his own meat. However few will see this of him, most instead seeing the ornate armour or robes he wears with a combination of nautical and vampiric themes. Hammered directly into his breast is a strange contraption of metal, oft leaking black ooze.
Equipment: Quite variant, a fact exacerbated by him hiding much under his flesh.
Skills and Abilities: He has the powers typical of the Correa vampiric bloodline, but extremely heavily watered down both by virtue of his severance from connection with the Matriarch Maribel, and further by the fact he starves himself of blood for ever longer periods of time. At the same time he seems supernaturally resilient and regenerative of any trauma done on his flesh even for a vampire.
To gain sufficient power to defeat Maribel, he has began experimenting upon his own body. For now these changes have mostly been the addition of the abilities of nautical creatures but he seeks to expand the arsenal of bestial abilities assimilated.
Reading a great many grimoires and tomes he has quite the magical repertoire.
All his flesh-craft has given him a non-negligible ability to shapeshift, though this is a quite slow process involving a violent breaking of bones and torn meats.
Biography: Not much is known. The best person to ask would be that bitch he keeps muttering about.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:11:49 GMT -5
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Post by Laszlo on Apr 8, 2021 23:19:45 GMT -5
It could not be. It could not, all the satisfaction and pleasure he had from knowing the old bitch was dead. The liberation of so many, the knowledge that the world was cleaner and happier, the thought that the evil went punished and that it got better, or the hope that he could forget that horrible past and work on insuring that in the future he was free of his vampirism forever; all taken away. It was not enough to take his personhood for her, no, it was also necessary for her to come back and insure he never got it back, to make sure that her degenerate life was forced upon others.
Maribel.
Laszlo roared, in his fury leaning in to bite the throat out of his first mate before throwing up the chunk of meat and the accompanying blood; he was not sure with whom or what he was disgusted at more: the universe, himself, or the putrid animal that now roamed this new world. Thrashing he smashed the table they were plotting a course on, the alchemist's lab behind him and all the furniture around. The man tore at the flesh of his "ship", striking impotently at the mass of meat as if it would somehow change the fact the world was a lot worse than he previously thought it was.
Maribel.
He twisted and turned, an effect wrought upon his body by his mind as an agony gripped his thoughts. The vampire went through all the stages of grief at the same time, and as tears mixed with the blood of self inflicted wounds one could feel pity for the man, and though far from excuse his acts they could at least comprehend from whence they were born. Rather than being frightening, he was pathetic. For hours he lay upon the the wooden floor nailed into the meat of The Awakening. Silence fell upon the scene, only every so often punctuated by sobs from the stricken man or someone promptly running away after seeing their Cap'n like so. He hurt so much. But eventually he gave one more wheeze of feeling sorry for himself before arising. Laszlo put on his helmet to complete his panoply, smiling wickedly behind it with new purpose.
MARIBEL
Though few people heard it, those in the know for many miles would feel the vampire's cry. It wasn't quite a threat, a challenge, a promise, a curse, but it was something. He would eviscerate her, he would impale her, he would crush her, he would behead her and exsanguinate her and burn her and vapourize her. She would suffer such unholy justice that the very earth, sky and seas would recoil in horror and disgust at the crime inflicted upon that wicked abomination. When finally it was done he would make sure that just enough of her remained - her face, her skull, her heart, anything - that it could be placed where all could see and remember what a wretched thing she was and what good evils were inflicted upon her. This was Laszlo's oath and vow, and only once having verified he kept his word would he consider rest.
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