Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream....

Dark Falling,... Sucidial Overview... Murder's Symphony...

Someone once ask me to tell of my life..and my mind simply drew a blank. It wasn't so much as to where to begin, or that my life was that dull...you see..I honestly didn't know where to began. So, after a considerable amount of thought, I chose to talk of...my undead life. It's those memories that I hold within my mind..from the drab and dark beginning to the vivid colors of my new awakening. As to why I am remembering ..that will come later..for now let's began, shall we? I guess I'm rather old compared to most mortals, but still a baby compared to alot of kindred. Almost at the 300 year mark, these peerless eyes have witnessed many a night's dawning. As I 'age', I have found that wisdom comes easier. No more the poor lad that scampers around night after long night looking for vitae..it has became more of a game..alot more strategic than the old 'cat and mouse' trivial ones. I have learned much since that night when my heart ceased to beat..yet I have not learned nothing.... "Vengence, my dear boy, comes with a price". How true those words ring now that I reflect upon them. My sire uttered the very phrase the night I became part of him, Or he a part of me. I haven't determined which of those yet, probably shant. But alas, I did have a mortal family. Wealth, love..funny how I define it in those forms, the very thing I am not now. Opposites attract? I suppose so..anyhow, my father was a striking figure in our then world; my mother, the social butterfly. But my sister was the apple of my eye. Younger than I and very outspoken. We were close, she and I. Two litle rich kids trying to cope in the jet set of the fastly rising city called Paris. Friends...you never knew who your true ones were or if they were the ones your daddy's money had bought you. But, we had each other. Both knowing the curse we had..and understood..our lives not our own. Not then, anyways. I rebelled once I reached manhood..wicked city nights and careless days of riches became my way of life. Anything to get under the "old man's" skin, and I succeeded..very well I might add. Kicked out of the family estate..disowned..cut out of the enheritance..the norm for rich snot's. I didn't care..I was young and knew there was a whole new world out there waiting for Vincent Wolfbane. Determined to make my mark ..but in reality all it got me was into trouble and a few connections into the newly rising mafia. I still wasn't too concerened...I still considered myself the original bad ass..and walked the walk. Kill or be killed? I was quicker...youth was so kind to me. Still is, but we'll discuss that later. Separated from Beth..I had became a callous man..without her reality checks, I was just a slave to my life. Then enter Chronos...seasoned vetran in the mob..everything a young, yearning man like myself wanted to be and more. Envious to the point I knew I had to get into his circle..learn from the master. And I did. Wealth returned..lust and greed it's sisterhood. And I was happily initiated into it by this man. Inside the inner circle, I saw the truth of the power..why this particular breed of mobsters were thriving...they were Kindred. I soon stepped up from simple minion to one of the highest ranking war ghouls. Such a horrid word, 'ghoul'..warrior is a much better grasp on the term. Defining, basically, what I was. Fighting,...Killing.....I had a thirst for it...insatiable at that...such hunger with only the hopes of finally achieving recognition in the eyes of my master to become fully embraced..the ultimate honor. But, without a price, so I soon learned. I wandered for what seemed like an eternity to me..my head clouded with my blind vengence..it ate at me like a cancerous cell...until one night I said 'no more'. Sinking to the darkest depths of my blackened soul, I realized then what powers I did have dwelling within me..what my life could be..instead of rotting in this undead shell. So "Vincent" was cast aside and "Blade" took his place. I began to build a place for myself in this land called Israel now. Underground palace of onyx and gold...prospering quite well saying I started with nothing but the sewers of the city. I had my own clan..warriors of my blood soon rose up and took control of the majority of the city..we were not wanting for anything..but still something was missing. In this recreation of the world Chronos had shown me..deeply embedded within my callous heart was the void..then it came to me. One night a man came to my threshold with news of the old world..and of Beth. Sister dear had sent for me after all this time...and not a moment too soon it seemed either as a war party of the Brujah was brewing for the Sabbat. And, sadly..that was me and my warriors. Setting my clan free upon the city was my only gameplan..a smart dirversion while I stowed away...the shadows becoming my companion as I made my way alone to this strange, new land in which Beth now resides. A harsh reality is what I found upon my return. Far from the happy homecoming I had anticipated. Things were not as I have expected, to say the least. True, people do change and events happen over the course of time, but nothing could have ever prepared me for what awaited. And, as I reflect on that initial moment when I was confronted with my family, I had only myself to blame. My father bound unto servitude to long time family friend named Marcus. And kindred, no doubt. My mother, killed in the process. Though it is not clear about her death, I suspect Marcus was at the hands of it. And, he seems to have gotten his hands tainted in more than his 'fair' share of Wolfbane blood. And, last but not least, there was Beth. Embraced as well and bearing the infamous dragon swallowing it's tale symbol that I know all too well. Though the embracing didn't bother me as much as the fact Marcus was persist in trying to ruin my father. That and an arranged marriage between he and my sister. I would not stand for that, not at all. That's why she sent for me..called me to her side to aide her in this quest to overpower Marcus and possibly save our father. I had my reservations about helping him at first. But Beth soon showed me that in all of his tormoil, he still did truely care for this children. I'm still skeptical of that, but for her sake, I complied to help. After arriving at our estate, Beth grew reluctant more and more with each passing day to venture back to Paris. The news that was being sent over didn't sound as promising as she had first thought. The wars were brewing once more and the Tizimisce was being sucked right back into the preverbal web of lies and deceits it seemed. No place for Beth and surely no place for me. For I still had my own vendetta against Chronos, if anything, He would be the first reason I would ever set foot on my home soil once again. But I'm not ready for that fight just yet. For I know only one will walk away. And until the time I am prepared to meet final death, I shall remain here at my home, by my sister's side to aide her in any way possible. I seem to have adapted quite nicely here in this new city. Surpirsing, I am set in the old ways and standards of my blood, but so far, it has been fruitful. And, I am quite eager to see where this new way of life will take me now. So now here I sit, content once more after a long and trying part of my life has came to an end. And the beginning of a promising one beckoning forth to me from within the shadows of the night. But, instead of things looking up and running along smoothly like I had anticipated, they took a sharp nose dive into something that..to me..was the last thing I had expected to ever come across. Or, should I say..HE was the last thing we expected to encounter. Isn't it always the uninvited company that pains you the most? Indeed so..soon our dear friend Marcus showed his ugly self once more within the grounds of the Estate. Oh, he was sneaky and underhanded about it at first. Seeing an opening, he took it. And sadly, that was through Beth. He sensed out her weaknesses and honed in to them with his full powers. Bringing me right along for the ride....though I tried desperately to fight him off and save both our souls, but unfortunately for us, it all was done in vane. The more we struggled to resist, the quicker he drained us. then, both of us soon were under his spell as he sucked into the madness of his torturous sleep of the dead. draining both our blood pools so low that it sent our kindred bodies into shock, and inevitably, into tupor. But, it seemed that despite his desires to destroy me, I survived. The madness within my mind not willing to give up just like that. Oh no...if there's one thing that my father has instilled within me it is the will to survive. No mater at what cost. My own blood bonds to both Beth and my faithful ghoulish warrior gave me the tiny ray of light at the end of this dismal tunnel of my destruction to awaken me..bring me back to life, so to speak. A single drop of crimson vitae was all it took to enrage me enough to pull free of the tupor..and to return to the motral realm with a fiery vengence. The taste for revenge a sweet madness within my mind. Marcus, beware. I have returned..and with me comes thy Doom..I swear to you on my oath to my family's honor..you cannot escape this time..you will be destroyed... ....and so the hunt has begun....

We kiss The Stars We writhe We are Your name Desire Your flesh We are Cold We're so cold We are so Cold We're so cold

(Role Play character.  He isn't real, which means the person leading Blade around by the nose is off limits.  OOC is limited to the game.  He is not interested in Guilds, Diceplay is limited to games of chance, and I have the final decision on his fate.  If you are looking for some cyber sex, keep going. Looking for a romance SL?  Reconsider it if you are angling your hooks Blade's way. He's a vamp, he feels no love.  Immature and OOC in rooms will get you placed on ignore.  No offense, just too much going on already without having to weed out the undesired mundane. Mature RP is a must.  Not here to feed egos or drama queens.)