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Daemala Tauvyr

A member of the Vankoryth Detente, She is a devious devilish woman who will capture your heart and feast on your blood. Or turn you, and bicker with you for eternity.

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A faction of vampyric creatures who reign over the Cursed Wood. "Expect from thy blood no more than thy blood expects from thee."
Archaic line of Vampyric blood, named in the language of their favored region, founders of the Vankoryth Detente, and Domain Holders of the Cursed Wood
These fine citizens have been hand selected by Tauvyr Tavern as some of the best in the food, wine & hospitality industry. Stop by Tauvyr Tavern for career opportunities.

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The region this prized select comes from is known for it's soil which is rich with organics. The blood cured into this specific wine has been given completely willingly by the operators of the winery.
A dark, hoppy lager that hails from the Collenham Mountains. Rumor has it the beer is brewed in vats of dragon scale by blue flame, stirred for centuries by one everlasting man, but none have confirmed or denied this.
A dark, hoppy lager that hails from the Collenham Mountains. Rumor has it the beer is brewed in vats of dragon scale by blue flame, stirred for centuries by one everlasting man, but none have confirmed or denied this.
A dark, hoppy lager that hails from the Collenham Mountains. Rumor has it the beer is brewed in vats of dragon scale by blue flame, stirred for centuries by one everlasting man, but none have confirmed or denied this.
A dark, hoppy lager that hails from the Collenham Mountains. Rumor has it the beer is brewed in vats of dragon scale by blue flame, stirred for centuries by one everlasting man, but none have confirmed or denied this.
A dark, hoppy lager that hails from the Collenham Mountains. Rumor has it the beer is brewed in vats of dragon scale by blue flame, stirred for centuries by one everlasting man, but none have confirmed or denied this.
A dark, hoppy lager that hails from the Collenham Mountains. Rumor has it the beer is brewed in vats of dragon scale by blue flame, stirred for centuries by one everlasting man, but none have confirmed or denied this.
A dark, hoppy lager that hails from the Collenham Mountains. Rumor has it the beer is brewed in vats of dragon scale by blue flame, stirred for centuries by one everlasting man, but none have confirmed or denied this.
A dark, hoppy lager that hails from the Collenham Mountains. Rumor has it the beer is brewed in vats of dragon scale by blue flame, stirred for centuries by one everlasting man, but none have confirmed or denied this.
Sweet, yet spicy, this mead has been made with mulberry honey and chili peppers
Sweet, yet spicy, this mead has been made with mulberry honey and chili peppers
Sweet, yet spicy, this mead has been made with mulberry honey and chili peppers
Sweet, yet spicy, this mead has been made with mulberry honey and chili peppers
Sweet, yet spicy, this mead has been made with mulberry honey and chili peppers
Sweet, yet spicy, this mead has been made with mulberry honey and chili peppers
Sweet, yet spicy, this mead has been made with mulberry honey and chili peppers
Sweet, yet spicy, this mead has been made with mulberry honey and chili peppers
Sweet, yet spicy, this mead has been made with mulberry honey and chili peppers
Sweet, yet spicy, this mead has been made with mulberry honey and chili peppers
Sweet, yet spicy, this mead has been made with mulberry honey and chili peppers

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Daemala Tauvyr
Vankoryth Détente

Female
She detests flirting, except when it gets her what she wants.

Single
Daemala is forever secretly mourning the loss of her love.
His name was Lokien.

27 Years Old
Born August 16th, 1406
Turns 608 years old on Aug. 16 2013
Appears to be 19

From Venice
Sired in Venice, birthed in the now non-existant Kingdom of Thalon.

Human
Secretly a Vampire
Sired by Casren Bistreo

Poet
Self-proclaimed

Wine-o
but only for the flavor

Clean
She does not like getting blood on her garments, or making a mess while feeding

----Kin----

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Daemala Tauvyr's Story

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Loud music, flashing lights, Club Nyt was tonight just as Daemala had expected. Fully alive, she thought to herself, a smirk pulling at the corners of her blood red lips. In one fluid motion, she swept up the glass that the bartender had just placed in front of her. Red wine, of course.

Raising her wine glass above eye level, she dove into the throng of dancers. Each step was coolly calculated, Dameala bopped with the rhythm, weaving through the crowd. She was spit out from the mass on the other side, near the lounge area, glass raised triumphantly in the air. Not a single drop was sacrificed to the dance floor! Carefully, she took a sip, swishing the liquid around her teeth. Not bad, she thought, as she lowered herself gracefully onto an empty couch. Flourishing, she crossed her legs, throwing her shoulders back. Daemala swept the room with her eyes, but nobody really seemed worth the conversation. I suppose I'll just wait, she sipped her wine again.

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She didn't have to wait for long. Suddenly, the music stopped, and the harsh screech of loud conversation halting froze time for an instant. Daemala whipped her gaze towards the DJ booth, well this is an odd turn of events. Her smile faltered, and her brow twitched. The dancers were beginning to grow violent with the continued absence of music, people were leaving.

Something doesn't seem right, Daemala placed her glass on the floor and rose fluidly to her feet, smoothing the sides of her black cocktail dress. She ran her ring finger across the collar, which framed her bosom in a heart, and up behind her neck to where the straps tied. While her hands confirmed the perfection of her garment, Daemala's eyes confirmed the perfection of the situation. Why do they still have music? she thought, and took a step towards the DJ Booth.

But..what? The VIP Area had grown dark. What the hell was going on?
Daemala crossed the room at super speed, growing tired of this charade. She was just climbing the small set of stairs up to the DJ booth when the light in the VIP area came back on. The room was covered in blood.

Her expression darkened, and her insides grew hot. She could smell the blood from there, and she fought the urge to fly up there and investigate. No. Instead she used her position up by the DJ to her greatest advantage, surveying the room. It would be best to stay still anyhow, so she didn't get blamed for anything.

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She locked her eyed on the spurting corpse, and couldn't help but run her tongue over her upper lip as the pool of blood surrounding the obviously deceased DJ grew larger. It really was a beautiful sight, from up here, practically a birds eye view of the dancefloor. She was obscured by the shadow of the VIP box on the wall, her position sniper worthy. Not to mention that nobody would notice she was there anyway, unless they were remarkably gifted. Daemala was a vampire, and blended in with the shadows, using them as cover.

She finally had decided that it would be the right time to go back down the stairs, now that all the attention was directed towards the dance floor. Just as Daemala was about to descend, a bloodcurdling scream erupted from the center of the room. Blood sprayed everywhere as someone, a vampire, fell twitching to the floor. She plastered herself into the wall, her inner vampire instincts kicking in, blending in completely with the shadows.

Her immortal life was in danger! She felt her fangs slip down, poking at her lip. She scanned the room, looking for the threat.

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A flash of blades cut through the crowd, killing everyone on the dance floor. Daemala's black eyes widened, as she lowered herself to a crouch. There it was. The killer.

She prepared herself for action, for soon everyone down there would be dead and he would surely seek out the next victim. Which could be her.
But...what was this? The person continued to string up the bloodied corpses, and hang them like a giant, dripping, flesh pinata in the middle of the room. Daemala oogled at it, feeling the pull of the blood, but being slightly sickened by the pulp of meat, and all the while admiring this guy's style.

The person tore the mask from his head, and, revealed himself to be male. Male, and in need of a haircut! Daemala remained frozen, unsure of what exactly to do in a situation like this.

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The guy situated himself on the floor, practically bathing in the blood. He appeared to be...relaxing? Daemala slowly crept down the stairs, staying hidden in the shadows. The scent of freshly slaughtered specimens sat thick in her nostrils, and her thirst grew stronger.

Sirens in the distance, crap! Daemala jumped the last six stairs at inhuman speed, landing on her feet and hand. She whipped her head to glower point blank at the murderer, curling her lip to show her fangs.

"Enjoy it while you still can," She hissed warning at him, cocking her head sideways. Soon, this place would be a lock down crime scene, and she wanted no part of it. She lunged around a corner, disappearing from the madman's view. If he was even looking at her. She wasn't paying much attention, Daemala was focused on escape. Plastered against the wall, she listened. Sounded to be almost 5 blocks from here, those sirens. Best find a way out the back!

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Daemala shuddered as the eerie voice carried through the building. She could find her own way out of here, thank you very much! But alas, all the doors were locked, and Daemala was not about to ruin these shoes busting down a door.

She strolled back into view of the crazy killer, slightly irritated at the situation. She wasn't going to die, no, which was brilliant. But she wasn't about to get blamed for this!

"Pay you? Pay you? You just cost me my dinner, mindyou." Daemala crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. So it was money this mad bloke was after? Couldn't he just rob a bank?
Well, it's not like she hadn't seen anything like this happen before, but this was the first time Daemala was actually wound up in the bullshit. And this was the first time it had cost her her dinner!

She sighed, her ears pricking at the woop of the sirens. Two blocks away...

"Escape now, and we'll discuss things later," She said, darting glances around the room.

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The madman jumped, and started to climb his way up towards the ceiling. Oh for the love of... Daemala narrowed her eyes and kicked off her shoes, jumping towards a wall, crouching on it and springing off, aiming for the body ball. Lightning quick, she scaled up it, completely ruining her stockings and covering herself in blood. Mmm blood.

The doors to Nyt burst open, and law officers piled in. Up above her, Daemala watched as the killer slipped through a vent in the roof. As his foot disappeared, she took the opportunity to lunge for the opening.

Nobody below saw her slip through, they were too distracted by the death everywhere.
Good thing I got out of there before the retching started, she thought to herself, and licked the blood off of her fingertips. The roof was safe, for the moment.

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"Fun?" Daemala flared. This was not her idea of fun, although it was entertaining. She flicked a piece of gore from her nail, silently stepping towards the killer.

"I've half a mind to punt your ass off the side of the building, for spoiling my supper and good time," she smiled, her fangs slipping into sight. Staring off into the sky, she mused. Watching him fall would be fun, but no. That would be counterproductive. Instead she reached between her breasts, pulled out a smoke and a zippo, and popped it in her mouth.

"It's your move," Daemala hissed playfully, as she flicked the lighter and torched the end of her cancerstick. Ahh...

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She narrowed her eyes as he slipped off of the roof, not splatting on the street below nor fleeting through the night sky. Taking a step closer to the edge, Daemala flicked the ash off the end of her smoke, careful to not let it fall over the edge. The last thing she needed to do was give herself away.

That rascal! There he was, the murderer, the spoiler of her night, perched right there on that building over there. And he was waving at her?

Daemala stomped out her smoke and strode over to the edge of the roof, gripping it and hoisting herself up.
Woosh. She was on another roof.
Woosh, woosh. Daemala was three buildings down, rage hopping from building to building, coming closer to the man that had ruined her night. Even though she really had no business with him, Daemala couldn't help but want to follow him. If not to demand the replacement of her dinner, to pester him, and make him wish that he had never crossed her.

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She landed on the rooftop just in time to see the man take off in a run. Amusement flashed across her face as she followed the murderer, it's been a while since an actual challenge has come along!

Daemala flew over rooftops after him, staying in the shadows and keeping a moderate distance. Daemala would play along with this game of cat and mouse, for now.

Hm, impressive, thought Daemala as she raised a brow, watching the man flit up fire escapes to a taller building and disappear over top of it. She, of course, flew upwards towards the top, tapping into the Vampyric skills she usually didn't use in public. But it was night, and there was nobody around.

She tumbled gently onto the rooftop, onto her feet, and rose to face him, again.

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"And I would much rather be drinking the blood of an unsuspecting victim, is i not obvious why I am following you? Not to be rude," She tacked on the last part.

"Besides," Daemala angled herself slightly away from the crazy individual, "I hate the cops."
And she did. Preferring to avoid run ins with the law at all costs, Daemala kept a more rational public profile. Most of the mortal world assumed that she was just like them. Fearing of the immortal, disbanding of evil, Daemala nearly laughed. She fished out another smoke, and lit it up.
"Hmm," she took a puff, peered at him, and sat a smirk on her face, "Do you do shit like this every night?"

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Hmph. That must mean that he does, Daemala thought to herself, inhaling and exhaling the flavor of nicotine. Usually when people said something was none of her business, it just meant that they had a dirty little secret. Oh, boo hoo. But still, she remained silent, puffing on her cigarette, as the man worked his way to the edge of the rooftop.

"So I take it I don't owe you anything?" She called dauntingly over to him, flicking her smoke. Part of her wanted to watch the killer disappear, and never see him ever again. The other side of her, however, toyed with the thought of...
No. She would never. But maybe...

"Leaving so soon? And I was just going to suggest some fun..." She turned on her heel, and progressed towards the other side of the rooftop. No matter, she could have her fun still, provided he hadn't scared everyone off the streets for the night.

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Daemala's face twitched with hope, but only for a moment. She peeked over her shoulder, he was now facing her, and making his way towards her.

Turning, she stared at him point blank, hiding her growing amusement. Or at least, trying to, for even in the night one could see the fire that danced in her black eyes.

"Well," she started, folding one arm under the other and placing a hand on her chin. She pretended to contemplate the matter for a moment, as one would contemplate what to cook for desert. Practically the same notion, she thought to herself with glee.
"There will be death, of course..." trailing off, Daemala slipped the man a smirk, before whipping her hair and turning her back on him to hide her widening smile.

After a dramatic pause, a beat, Daemala whirled around to face him yet again, smiling wickedly, fangs protruding and hands fixed like claws.

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It was an extraordinary day, at least for the humans. She lingered in the back of the crowd, long black hair swept over her left shoulder, a loose red day dress flowing to her knees. Her face was shadowed by a large red hat, which was adorned with black crinoline flowers and strings of pearls. The hat matched her outfit perfectly, her red dress with the black under-bust corset, pearl necklace gently circling her neck. She kept her attention focused on the others around her, remaining eerily still in the large crowd.

Today was a day for something new, that thing being completely different for Daemala than for the humans that chattered with anticipation. She craved new blood, a new flavor. And where else better to pick off an unsuspecting mortal than in a large boisterous crowd in the middle of celebration?

Smiling to herself, she scanned the crowd, picking out the perfect victim

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A familiar scent caused her nostrils to flare. The last time she had smelled that scent...
The crowd grew quieter, as the Mayor prepared to cut the ribbon. But there was something about that smell that unsettled Daemala. She associated it with death, inconvenience, and hunger.

She stifled a gasp, she knew it! Her senses rarely betrayed her, and as the source of the scent slipped a mask over his head, her gaze hardened.
This again. Quickly, she calculated the nearest slip away, before realization hit her like a ton of bricks.

Oh hell no. She was not about to lose her damned lunch again! Frustrated, Daemala shuffled forward a step, flinging out her foot (which had a black, shiny, expensive and rather pointy high heeled shoe on it, mind you) and kicking the man.

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Her eyes widened, and then snapped shut. The smell of fresh flowing blood filled the air, and she felt her fangs slip out, poking at her lower lip. But still, she kept her mouth closed like her eyes, not knowing what she would do if she tasted the air.

Blood, right near her. This fool is going to-argh!

People around started to murmur, the crowd grew uneasy. With a curt sigh, Daemala turned to the still living human to her side, smiled, and worked her charm.

"Lovely weather!" Her enchanting voice captivated him, and also the surrounding 20 people. With a smile, she shooed their eyes forward, using her vampyric powers to essentially control them. She didn't like to think of it as controlling, more like... Strong suggesting... that worked.

She kept her eyes on the crazy man. He should feel lucky, she thought to herself. Vampires usually weren't the type to help people such as this, but if she didn't do something, she would lose her mind

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Cursing under her breath, Daemala surged through the crowd after the masked murderer. Was this idiot trying to make her life miserable? She stopped breathing as she watched him take down another. No, she would not let the Beast consume her, not here, not now.

Following him, she excused herself, pushing her way past bodies and collecting the eyes of the crowd. He beauty was truly enchanting, so enchanting that the mortals merely saw the pooling blood as a compliment to her outfit. She pointed up at the Mayor, hoping the humans would look. Most of them did, but some towards the back were beginning to grow antsy.

Just a couple dead bodies in front of Daemala, the masked man wiped his blade. The Mayor had cut the ribbon, and only half the crowd acknowledged it. The hell is he up to now, she thought to herself, and felt her gut drop as he made his way up the stairs.

Fool! Climbing carefully over corpses, she tried her best to stay hot on his tail, waving to the humans below as she stepped onto the stairs. Discomfort was spreading through the crowd.

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Again, a corpse flew right by her. Was this guy serious? The Mayor? Did he know how long it took this city to finally find a semi-ok one? Well, neither did she, but that didn't give him the right to spoil her lunch like this! Yes, call her selfish, but when you become as old a Vampire as Daemala, you really come to appreciate hiding your true identity. It does more than make the job easy...

Daemala opened her mouth, letting out a feral hiss that could be heard over the now panicking crowd. There was nothing she could do to distract them from that charade! Her fangs poked out and her lips snarled.

"And what? Paralyze me? Cut me?" She spit the words at him, rapid fire, under her breath, old Italian accent seeping through her words.
"Please, mortal, cut the shit and stop ruining my lunch!"

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She faltered as the doors slammed shut, and raised a brow at the mad man as he told her where to find lunch. Was he serious? She watched as he hid the knife and progressed towards the roof via drainpipe.

Hm... She looked back at the crowd, not wanting his sloppy seconds. She had a certain way of feeding, a way a bit more clean, a bit more...well, more than just cold murder. Besides, it would be easier to overtake someone unsuspecting than a panicking human.
With a sigh, Daemala stomped to the edge of the building, grabbing hold and half climb half flying up towards the roof to follow him.

"Wait for me!" She called up, wanting to at least be able to pick her prey. There had better still be one alive for her inside.

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There she is, sliding into Gambits, keeping to the shadows. She occupied a small table in a dark, secluded corner, something not many would have noticed. She always tried her best to keep obscure.

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She entered Gambits quietly and without mention. Tonight was not one for grand behavior, she thought to herself, smoothing down the front of her black suit coat. It was form fitting to a fault, creating a harsh silhouette that demanded order. With her back straight and face angled down, she weaved through the shadows towards an empty booth. Her heels clicked gently as she walked, sharp black pumps shining on her feet.

Arriving at the booth, she crossed her ankles and seated herself, making sure to slide all the way inside. There she propped herself against the wall, surveying the room from the shadows. Classy seemed to be the theme of the night, her blood red lips curled into a smirk. Just what her appetite called for.

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She silently rose from her booth in the corner, noticing him immediately. Perfect. She stuck to the shadows as she made her way through the bar, elegantly flowing through he crowd. Even the waitress didn't notice her as she turned and left with the mans order.

With her head bowed, and most of her face obscured by her wide black hat, she stepped into the light. A smirk still sat on her blood red lips, as she placed a black lace gloved hand on the table.

Her voice was low and sultry, smooth against the background noise of the bar as she spoke to him, "Hello"

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She rolled her eyes, mortals, and leaned in on the table. He was fiddling with a device, a phone no doubt. How terribly boring. Audibly, she sighed.
"Where is that waitress?" She said it with disinterest, staring directly through the phone in the mans hands.

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Daemala Tauvyr stared the man right in the eyes, who did he think he was, messing with her, a vampire, like that? Despite her dark stare, a smile played across his lips. He didn't know, no he didn't, he was none the wiser. She slipped into the booth, the seat opposite of the man, and raised her chin in the slightest. She stared him straight in the eyes as she spoke.
"I'm Daemala."

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