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Lacrimosa

Let the crimson flow...

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by EnigmaticallyEerie

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Name: Lacrimosa Rosoline
Age: 517
Species: Nosveratu (The highest form of vampire adept in dark magic, as well as having some physical qualities of a bat, ie her ears.)
personality: This creature of the night has a rather sedistic, lustful, mischievous wim about her. Often seeking out her prey in the form of overly zealous young men that fall for her beauty, Lacrimosa is certainly a predator.
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So begins...

Lacrimosa's Story

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The door to the infamous establishment opened, as it always did, to another patron. This one, however, was new. A figure of roughly 5'4'', garbed in a long black robe and a hood that concealed their head. The figure entered slow, and rather smoothly, as if without steps. Avoiding the confrontation taking place, the figure moved to the kiosk. They'd stare at the device for a moment, finding the odd technology to be bothersome, clearly an old fashioned person, or thing? A slender hand emerged from the robe, the tips apearing as claws. The tips picked at the screen, an order of blood, pint size.

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The figure seemingly grumbled in aggitation as blood seemed to be... off the menu. they'd have to obtain their gruesome cocktail through other means. turning from the counter, a pair of crimson eyes seemed to glow from the shadow of the hood. the oculars falling upon Prise as he seemed to be tracking the garbed one's movements. drifting to the edge of the bar, the figure grew closer to this staring man, coming within a few feet. the eyes bore into the man's if he were looking back.

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The figure's hands moved to remove the hood, revealing the woman's facial features. Her her was soon pulled from the confines of the robes and cascaded down her back mid-way, and a pair of long bat like ears protrruding from her head. "A drink would be lovely." Lacrimosa replied with a small grin, ensuring her fangs did not appear.

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The draculina took her seat within close proximity to the thick accented gentleman. Closeness was something the vampiress enjoyed, as she was within biting range. "Poisen isn't potenet enough for me." she joked with a mischievouse grin. "However, I would enjoy some red wine." wine wasn't really her thing, fermented fruit turned into alchol. she preferred the iron taste of crimson life.

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The draculina blinked at the odd machine that served the wine. She never understood how a race could become so lazy as t have little metal toys fetch things for them. Pushing her ideals aside, the vampiress would take a sip of the wine when the irish fellow inquired as to her name. "My name is Lacrimosa, my good sir. Might I ask yours?" she chided in inquiry.

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"Surprise, hmm?" Lacrimosa would giggle softly to herself. Taking another sip of wine, the vampiress would fan herself withher unoccupied hand. "Dear me it is warm in here." she'd state after swallowing her wine. Placing the wine glass down, she'd then proceed to undo the robe, revealing her rather scant attire. "So you have many lady frinds, Prise?"

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Taking another sip of her wine, Lacrimosa would quirk a brow to his split nationality. "I don't see wh, I hear both parties are quite the gentlemen." the vampiress chided. the only difference she carred about was the difference in blood taste, each race seemed to have a different one. "I am from Romania."

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"Indeed it is. I miss it there." Lacrimosa replied before taking another sip of her wine. she'd lean back, crossing a leg over the other. The vampiress often used her body to attract her prey, encouraging them to gaze, gawk, stare, or the like, twas how she reeled them in. "I've never really believed in luck."

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Caught the man's stare and would smirk, she had him. "I suppose it could, but then again, luck could very well be on the enemies side. hard to use their good luck against them, no?" Lacrimosa gave a light giggle. THe vampiress' glass was empty, but she wished not for more wine, no, now she wanted blood. "All that drink has merather hungry."

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Would lean in, her moth next to his ear as she exhaled, casting a warm breath over his skin. A finger trailed his neck. "Well, you look absolutely deliscious." she whispered softly before pulling away ever so slightly..

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The interruption of the avian frustrated Lacrimosa. "Damned bird." she muttered under her breath. TUrning her attention from the eagle, the draculina would place ahand upon Prise's jaw, her claw like fingers gently sliding along the skin in an attempt to turn his attention back to her.

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"Its quite alright." Lacrimosa replied as she shifted even closer to the man, her leg now against his as their proximity closed. "Are you alright, darling?" She'd ask softly, a hand moving to the spot the bird had struck him. If Prise would look into Lacrimosa's eyes, he'd soon find himself lost in the crimson glow, entranced and under her whim.

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Would grin broadly, revealing her fangs, by this point it didn't matter if he saw them, he was stuck in her spell. "Thats it, my dear. Lose yourself to me." She murmured softly as she began to lean towards him. At first it appeared as though she may bring her lips to meet his, but at the last second, she angled off, her cheek barely brushing his. The vampiress' lips came to meet his neck, gently pressing to the soft skin before she gradually opened her maw. Bring her lips around his neck, her long fangs would press gently to his neck, and soon she'd apply pressure. If all went well without interruption, Lacrimosa's fangs woulf break his skin and she'd begin to feed.

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Lacrimosa Hissed in protest as she was broken away. she hadn't reached her peak fill, but it seemed that her prey was knocked from the trance. "Damned human." She'd curse. Sitting back in her chair, she'd use her wrist to wipe away a trickle on her chin. In doing so, she'd notice the odd blue. With wide eyes, she'd glance to Prise. She wasn't sure if she had just ingested a blood type that she could handle. "What...are you?" She questioned him.

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"I Told you, I was hungry." Lacrimosa would mutter whilst crossing her arms. "Besides, I did hint to dining on you." this she said under her breath. A jinx, what affect would his blood have on her? was she going to be incredibly lucky or unlucky? One thing she did know, was that Prise's blood was exquisite, she had to have more.

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"Your fault for misinterpreting." Lacrimosa would mutter once more. She'd then turn her attention to the human responsible for her lost dinner, glaring rather furiously at the man, her gaze holding murderoous intent. "Your blood is blue, whats that going to do to me?" The vampiress inquired with a hint of demand in her tone.

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Would glance off to stare at nothing in particular. Embarressed and frustrated from her being caught in such things as feeding, it had never really happened to her. The vampiress was usually cautious and took her prey to somewhere private, rather than a public place. This was a learning experience, never again in public.

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"Tsh, you wouldn't need a hospital. You'd just be unconscious until your blood replenished." Lacrimosa would mutter under her breath. After a moment of uncomfortable sitting, the vampiress would stand, taking her robe and replacing it upon her scatly clad bodice.

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Cast a glare to the irish accented man before pulling the hood over her head. Once she was completely hiddenwithin the robe, she'd make her way to the door.

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The tavern was rather slow, this evening, a rather different than the usual bustle of oddities the scene was used to. Despite the lack of populace, the odd creature still lurked within, many pausing to cast a scrutinizing glance at the new comer. One such being was woman down near the far end of the bar counter. She was clad in a long overcoat, concealing a rather scant choice of attire beneath. The concealing more so to ward off any unwanted attention, though one could imagine the rest of her form with image of her rather beautiful, exposed, face. For the most part, her stare was concealed by her dark locks, which were cut rather perfectly. The iris of her eyes produced a gentle, ember, glow as she'd peer at the newest arrival.

"Mmh, fresh blood." she coed rather softly to herself. Within her lithe hands, a glass of crimson liquid was brought to her lips, of which she soon took a sip of. Her nose picking up the scent of dog as the man's scent wafted towards her.

"Interesting..."

The tender of the bar seemed a bit reluctant to serve this new comer. Despite how new this man may have been, however, the tender was not about to turn down business. The man produced a shot glass and a bottle of scotch from just under the counter. Placing the glass upon the counter top, he'd pour some of the bronzed liquid before sliding to the stranger with nary a word.

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Bigby knocked the scotch back with one gulp and a tilt of the head, he put the glass back down on the bar, flicking the growing length of ashes from his cigarette into a nearby ashtray.

"Not much for conversation?" Bigby said with a wry smile.

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The tender let out an unimpressed huff before pulling out a pint glass and began polishing it.
"You want conversation, talk to another patron. I don't get paid to talk to rabble." he huffed as he seemed to focus more on the glass.

The woman at the end of the bar cracked a smirk at the tenders abrasive response. Having been in the bar many a times, Lacrimosa had grown accustomed to not engaging this particular employee, except to poke fun, which she was about to do.
"Oh Horus, you always were quite the conversationalist." she chided with a soft giggle. The tender would respond with another huff, this time with a hint of irritation.
"Oi, like I told'ya before, Mosa..." he'd bark "... I ain't fallin for your tricks, not since I woke up with extra holes!" with that said, the man shoved the pint glass onto the shelf with others before moving to sulk at the corner behind the counter.

Lacrimosa let out a soft chortle before tilting her head back, forcing her locks to barely part so as to show the new comer she was addressing him.
"Don't mind ol'Horus over there. Hes a bit of a grump."

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