forum The Thrills of Magic and Fangs

Started July 10, 2023 by @emilyevewrites group

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@RhysTheFirebird

Name Justin Kiradi
Age: 444 (Looks around 25)
Gender/Pronouns: Male He/Him
Looks)
Hair: Straight, pale white-ish blonde hair that falls to his lower back. He almost never does anything with it, perfering it to be free. Though on windy days he will braid it.
Eyes: Slight almond shape, with sapphire blue irises that seem to glow slightly in the dark.
Skin: Fair, creamy color. His skin burns easily, and never tans.
Height: 5'9
Body type: Lithe, lean
Personality: (I really haven't gotten this far, here's just afew words-) Feisty, short tempered, never really shuts up. Though he can be gentle, kind and understanding.

Oooh, I might use Farah’s younger self for this… I think she would work better with him younger. Farah Dowling

Justin debated whether the move from New York City was a good ide0a as he sat in a infamous club known as the Shadows and Darkness, or more commonly, the S&D. He wasn't in a bad mood, but not a good one either. He was watching the people on the dance floor below while nursing a drink. And not the bloody kind, much to his dismay. That was what he was currently looking for, a snack. Maybe a pretty face among the crowd, or someone who smelled good.

Being a vampire was not always easy. Being one for four-hundred nineteen years was a pain. Five decades after he had been turned, Justin had gotten bored with life. Three more decades and Justin was so bored, he'd researched ways to kill a vampire. five years after that, he'd met Alastor, a beautiful vampire, only a few decades younger than him. They had fallen in love, and life was fun again. For a short time anyways.

Justin shakes his head, chasing his thoughts away and once again focused on the dance floor. He set his empty glass down and stood from the stool, walking down the three glass steps from the V.I.P. bar and heading towards the plain, wooden bar that most people used. Though he could get a better view from the elevated and beautiful V.I.P. bar, not many people had access to it. So the normal people bar he would use. He really hoped he'd find a snack, he was ravished.

(Forgot to mention I’m making her older for this rp, so she’s 22!)

Emaria held her breath as she pressed her palm to the wooden door in the middle of the woods. The shed was remote enough that hopefully no one had seen her sneak out to it. Her black sweatshirt and sweatpants helped her blend into the night too. But the most important thing about the shed was that it was outside of Alfea’s magical barrier that protected the school from Burned Ones. Gateways wouldn’t work inside the barrier, and that’s why Emaria was here.

She held her breath as the gateway ring on her finger began to glow. The ring was embossed with runes, and the jewel in the center must’ve been magical too, for it lit up with an inner glow. The edges of the door illuminated for a moment before fading back into the darkness. With a smirk on her lips, Emaria opened the door and stepped through the threshold.

On the other side was the dimly lit dark alleyway she normally transported to before walking a short ways to the Shadows & Darkness club. It was inconspicuous and limited other from a view of her arrival. Then, she closed the gateway before slipping out of her sweats to reveal a sexy crop top that did nothing to hide her cleavage and shorts that showed just the tiniest bit of her ass. Once she was sure of her appearance, Emaria strutted out of the alley and down the New York City streets.

The S&D was one of Emaria’s favorite haunts, and she charmed her way past the bouncer despite the massive line stretched out for blocks behind her. Mind magic was indeed powerful, though her mother would be furious and appalled at the way her daughter was now using it.

But that didn’t matter to Emaria. She was already roving the dance floor, a glass of tequila in her grip, looking for someone to seduce for the night. A stranger in the middle of the dance floor peaked her interest, and she approached him. He stopped dancing as she placed her hand on his chest, the rings on her fingers glinting in the dim lighting as she slipped her hand suggestively lower. “Dance with me?” she cooed.

The male was in her grasp almost immediately. It didn’t take mind magic for her to seduce people. Emaria was incredibly attractive, and she flaunted it. In a moment, she had her ass pressing against his thighs as he grinded on her. She rolled her hips back against his and let her head fall back against his chest.

That was how it went for the first fifteen minutes of her clubbing for the night. Flitting from stranger to stranger, makes and females, and seducing them into a sexy dance or two before finding another. But suddenly another person caught her attention.

The male had long white-ish blonde hai, fair skin, and blue eyes that Emaria noticed immediately. She hadn’t seen him all night, and he looked more polished than anyone else here. So, she took a break from her dancing, giving the female she was currently with one more soft caress of her breasts as a little “thank you” for the time. The female moaned and reached for Emaria’s hand to keep her close, but the fae woman was already out of her grasp.

With her glass pitifully empty, Emaria approached the bar again and set it down. “I’d like another please,” she cooed before casting the man she’d eyed earlier a little glance that doubled as a hello.