Edith looked to the ancient palace as she stepped through the double doors, flanked on either side by finely dress rough-necks. Her body guards, just for show and light work, Gunther and Hugo. They stayed silent as she led the way to the council room. She remembered the way after a few visits over the years.
She pushed the doors open and stepped in. She greeted no one, her eyes falling on each and every one of those guests already present. Her heels clicked as she made her way to the table, the sound echoing off the walls. Gunther pulled the chair out for her, Edith sat, and crossed her legs at the knees.
Name:: Mikhail Dean
Family House:: House Dean
Family Sigil:: A man with a sword in his hand which was dripping with blood, the background was a pale blue.
Gender:: Male
Sexuality:: Gayyyy
Open to ships?:: YESSS, srry, I just love shipping
Age:: Around 6,000…? who even counts anymore?
Species:: Vampire
Personality:: Mikhail is sweet and fairly quiet, often times enjoying a comfortable silence a lot more than ongoing chats. He’s awkward around new people at first, but after trusting them, he tends to open up very quickly, often times finding himself uncomfortable when he’s not telling the full truth or being himself. Mikhail, around people he knows and decides to like, can be brutally honest (though sprinkles in some warm words and tries his hardest to make it up if he hurts anyone) and can come off as loud, until he’s put in an uncomfortable situation. He suffers from anxiety and won’t voice his opinions loudly, but with time, he grows the courage to speak up about his thoughts. While he appears to be calm and collected in stressful situations, his mind is often battling with itself, and anxiety is not an uncommon feeling for Mikhail. He’s a quick thinker, but tends to second guess his decisions over and over again, and when he’s in a terribly pressured spot, his facade of stability chips away as his mental state deteriorates. Mikhail despises the idea of being harsh or rude to others, and he tries his hardest to sympathise and be empathetic when he’s talking to others; but when someone somehow uses up all of his patience, he snaps and causes a big (and to be frank, an embarrassing) scene, his thoughts becoming irrational and taking many things (especially criticism) much farther out of proportion that what it truly is. Even with his kind-hearted nature, Mikhail can hold grudges for years - don’t test it. He tries his hardest to be graceful but ends up a bumbling mess in sticky situations. Mikhail also hates the smell of fire, but doesn’t know why his anxiety triggers at it and where the trigger stems from. Even at the slightest whiff of smoke or a lit match can lead to him starting to shake almost uncontrollably, as if he had a fever.
Appearance::
Height: 5’6ft
Eye Color: A light, icy cerulean. The outer edges of his irises are a darker shade, bordering towards violet which gradually fades into the blue as the color moves closer towards his pupil. His eyes are a rounder shape, though they evidently hold the weight of tiredness due to the amounts of exhaustion that often overcome him.
Hair Color: His hair is cut short and curly, with a part on his left side. His hair often falls into his right eye causing him to brush it out of the way or behind his ears. The hues of his short locks are an unnatural platinum silver, with underlying tones of cool blue.
General Features: Freckles dot Mikhail’s dark olive slender face, and his body has a fairly slim, lanky build. His left ear is a little bit nicked at the top from an accident during Kindergarten, and he often has bruises or small cuts from stupid mistakes he makes. Mikhail has an old burn scar, faded and light, on his upper thigh to around his hip area on his right side. (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/427615350125887499/431586547998130178/mikhail_1.png)
Talents:: You'll see
Flaws:: Insecure, has a hard time dealing with his feelings, seems cold since he's quiet most of the time, very self-less, would take a bullet for anyone.
Outfit:: Anything comfortable so usually hoodies, and ripped jeans
Weaponry/powers:: Cryokinesis, uses a dagger if he has to do close-range fighting.
Background:: You'll see ;3
(Is he okay?)
Cal looks up as the woman enters. "Lady Cambria." he says softly with a nod of his head. By the gods, it had been so long since he last seen her. She has certainly grown into her title that's for sure.
He nods to the other woman that stepped in as well. Edith, he thought her name was. She had risen to power with such violence that even he had heard about it in his remote lands. Lucinda had been intrigued by her.
He sat at the table with the grace of a lion. So it begins
(@Qxeenscryche looks great! Come on and pop in!)
Cambria froze at the sight of Cal, but smoothly continued her stride to the seat next to Edith. She wasn't going to let anything distract her. She looked expectantly around the room. It had been decades, nay centuries, since the families were joined like this. She wondered what the Prince, or even the King, was going to say.
She glanced at the gilded throne at the head of the table where the King sat. He looked worn, tired, and old. He sat slumped in his chair with a hand over his face. They were all gathered. Why hadn't he said anything yet? At least acknowledge their presence. She frowned.
Cas glances around the room, he had been a vampire for ages, but still, so many in the same room made him uneasy, he masked it as best he could by putting on an indifferent face and icy glare
Edith's ivory gaze traveled over the large male, she returned his nod with one of her own. Sir Gaius Callum Marcellus…. A male of elegant looks and inferni-like tempers. A feline smirk curled her wine red lips. Her gaze slid to the female beside her. Lady Cambria Vocorix A lady of firm power and stronger loyalty. A wonderful asset to have.
Maybe, just maybe, there is business to be made on the trip, hmmm? She thought as her gaze traveled once more. Sir Calistos, the Prince, then the king. Hollowed, spent, and dead inside he looked. She pitied him. The man had lost his love and almost his life. We will avenge her, my Lord She promised. Or she wasn't a Markovich.
Cas clears his throat, subtlety never being his specialty, “shall we just sit in silence for the rest of enternity then?”
Cambria chuckled quietly, in agreement with Calistos. She turned to the King, "My lord? You have called us all here," she gestured around the room "and we have answered your call."
They sat in silence for a few more moments before the King moved. He looked up suddenly taking them all in. "One of you have done this." He hissed, bearing his fangs at them all. "One of you have taken my wife from me. One of you would plunge our world into war and violence after I have given us peace!" He was shouting now his eyes glowing as red as the blood they consumed. He lean forward and slammed his hands on the table, cracking it straight down the middle. "I will have all of your heads if the traitor does not come forward. How dare you betray me."
Cambria stared at him, too shocked to say anything. Gone was their peaceful King. Here was the male that rose to power with blood and chaos millennia ago. She was not ashamed to admit that fear sliced through her body, along with an equally violent slash of anger. How could he think that one of us did this?? She looked quickly around the room to gauge the response of the others.
Cas looks at him, keeping his famous ever stoic look on his face. His voice being the only thing to give away any emotion, “My king!” He stands and then bows, “Why would any of us do this? Your wife, rest her soul, was an excellent ruler. What have us to gain from ridding our kingdom, in which we prosper in times of peace, from that?”
Cal pressed his lips into a hard line. He was nothing but honorable. Had been his entire life. To be accused of something so terrible as to murder the queen… A queen that everyone had loved. It was unthinkable. The male is lost to grief. He stood silently and placed a hand over his heart. "My King, I will swear on the old gods and the blood granted to me by my father, that none of the House Marcellus would ever think to partake in such a crime." He paused, swallowing his anger, "To have so little trust in us, your lieutenants, your nobles, your council, is disconcerting." He remained in his bowed position for a moment longer before seating, mentally preparing himself for the shouting match that was about to begin.
Ver glared at the nobles surrounding him, like his father, his usually calm demeanor was gone. "Father, calm down. There is no need to blow up, we can handle this with quiet words." He said quietly, even he knew that when his father was angry, people would lose their heads.
Edith's eyes widened. This was shocking. She had come across the country….to be accused of murder? No- High treason! Her silvery eyes narrowed. "My king…" She started, her voice low and rough. She bowed her head to him. "We have been ever-loyal and ever-faithful to the crown. None of us could commit such an abomination."
Well, at least I wouldn't… Edith thought with an accusatory glance at the others. She had to take into consideration that His Majesty was convinced it was one of them, he wouldn't have called them if he was. He would've sent a name of someone else and set price.
So we have a murdered within our ranks.
Cas returns the glare to Edith, “none of us would,” He pinches the bridge of his nose, “what leads you to believe that any of us would do such a thing?”
The King glared at them all, "You think I do not now how you all bicker and manipulate for power? With my wife and I gone any of you snakes could scoop up the throne. Many of your families have been eyeing it for centuries."
Cambria sat still as stone, she did not miss that the King had included his own son in his comment. Yet, something still nagged her about his statement. "My lord, you don't mean…Someone tried to take your life as well?!" If this was true, Cambria needed to return home immediately, to warn her siblings, pull her men back to the stronghold…. War was being declared, loudly and brutally. The King meant to answer in kind.
The King's red eyes met hers with a grimace. "Indeed. The assassin was so kind to leave this beside my wife's dust." He pulled out a oblong shaped object covered in a piece of worn cloth. Dread filled Cambria's gut. This cannot be happening. He tossed the object onto the table where it clattered loudly, the cloth pulling away to reveal a thick stake tipped in deadly sharp silver.
Cambria jerked away from the table with a hiss, her fangs elongating to deadly points. Although, a stake through the heart was just a myth that they had passed on to the humans, the silver was a real threat. Putting them together and leaving it next to the ash of a loved one….an ancient challenge. One older than even Cambria herself. A challenge that was passed along frequently between the noble families during the old wars.
"This is how I know." The King spat to Cas.
Ver put a hand over his mouth. "Oh, oh stars." He whispered in horror, the grief that he had been trying to escape had caught up to him when he saw the silver tipped monstrosity. Mother is gone… Why am I just realizing this?
Cas continues to stand, indignantly, “this is absolutely insane, which one of you insufferable bastards did this?!” He demands, infuriated both by the idea that someone would dare kill someone’s love and the idea that someone would accuse him of doing that.
Cal's mouth had dropped open in surprise at the reveal of the stake, an uncharacteristic show of emotion. It had been so long since he'd seen such a challenge. His eyes flicked to the King, to the stake and back again. Gods. He hoped the Queen hadn't been murdered with that weapon. He stood by his declaration of innocence, for he was certain of the loyalty of his family and men, but he knew it would take a lot more to convince the King of the virtue of House Marcellus. Yet the question lingered in his mind…
Who would do this?
"Be quiet." He hissed to Cas, a scowl plain o his face. This was not the time to get angry and blow up, this was a political war and the first to snap would lose their head.
Cambria's eyes cut to Cas, "Quick to cast about accusations aren't you, Lord Calistos?" She spoke indignantly. She returned to her seat and sat stiffly.
Cas frowns, and sits, not saying another word. He glares in her direction, “what are you insinuating?”
Edith had remained silent, stiff and scowling in her seat. Gunther and Hugo bared their fangs, hissing and growling at the sight of the stake. Edith's scowl remained.
A challenge…
Someone wanted the crown and badly. Otherwise it would be an ordinary assassination. Once again, her eyes slid along those gathered around her. She had no reason to want the crown, she had her own throne, her own empire for heaven's sakes. Her people were taken care of and well, living their lives to the fullest. She'd made sure of it. So who is in need of the power? she thought with a snap of her fingers, loud and crips, silencing her guards. They still stood alert, on edge. She was a bit jumpy herself.
"Someone always has to rattle the cage…" she tsked.
"Only that one's that throw blame are usually hiding guilty a conscious." Cambria replied fiercely. She was obviously distressed and yet she couldn't keep herself from speaking. Her friend was dead. Someone was conspiring. What a mess.
“I am not hiding anything.” He replies as calmly as possible, “you may search my conscious as much as you wish, and you will find nothing.”