Naturally she'd catch the coin with ease. Slowly rising and moving from the room. She'd move through the halls like a ghost till she found a room to her.. willing considerations. Bare walls though would not suffice, for now though it was enough. She marked the door in the same red ink she used to do her tattoos. Spelling her name decoratively like a young lady would before she closed the door behind her. Off to town, to retrieve her items and get somethings to fix her room up.
That little null did everything it could but cling to her legs as it followed her around. Anything she did was of little concern to it until orders were given. The soft rattle of its cuffs and chains mixed with the rasp of its heavying breaths. As she chose a room the "pressure" it felt seemed to lessen and it took a moment to do its own inspection as she marked her door. It settled on the floor like a child would before a story teller, legs spred, waiting for something to change. As the creek of the door closing caught its attention it was quick to jump up and slid past the shrinking exit to join her.
Tali followed silently, a snap of her fingers the only call that her Null would receive as she vanished in to the shadows of the house. Pale hands gathering her skirts up as they moved. Patience was a virtue you had more then enough of to be a vampire. Because if you didn't, you wound up dead.
As the zombie presented them her hands released her skirts and she curtsied deeply bowing her head to Korlash in respect. The pose sending coiled dreds falling over that delicate shoulder.
Greetings Lord Korlash. I am Talibah from the Vampire clan of Kalastria. I've heard great tales of those who possess a skill for the dark magic growing strong with in your house. I seek to join so that I may as well.
Slowly the world stopped ringing and came too. That snap causing a yip to pass dry cracked lips. Chains rattled softly as it ran quickly to catch up to its mistress. While she may not have show any response to the imposing power, it did. Cowering as it trailed behind the trio. Hands clasped, twisting as they did as it shrank close to her. Teeth bared and mouth closed as it did what it could to draw in scents that way.
As they entered the room, it cowered behind her. Hands close to chest as the voice made ears twitch.
If she was phased by his look it didn't show. Rather she out right ignored him for now. Below your rank doesn't exist after all. The only flicker of acknowledgment was the amusement that flickered through her eyes as he deemed her "young". Maybe.
Mind not the null, its tongue and mind left long ago. Its with me.
It still clung the the poll, a flicker of one ear lone acknowledgment of the situation and clue to the fact it was aware.
OCC: Goblin Null > Slavering Nulls<
IC: The poor Null lost it as the zombie spoke. The new city, its mistresses confusing temperament came to a boil and the poor thing let out a high pitched screech. Arms raised flailing above its head wildly as it spun on a callused heel. It was still adjusting to the new city's scents, and well with that comes confusing moments.
A resounding " CLANG!!!" echoed through the court yard as it made fresh friends with the iron gate bars, arms stuck through either side with one outstretched leg. Hands twitched as it stumbled back, moving to grip his head as jaw hung open.
No No, maybe the other way was right! It concluded silently, changing direction in a frantic flee. This was only met with a refreshed "CLANG!!" sound as it now collided with a lamp post. Only this time limbs wrapped around it as though It was hugging the poll it came so quickly to know. If he had eyes they might have seen stars or even twitched. Yet alas, he was a mask of pale transparent orange flesh, jaw slack as it seemed the ringing kept him comfortable.
For the moment, Skoll was dismissed from her attention. Eyes moving to the zombie now exposed. A polite smile given as well as a matching bow to what she could only assume was the keeper.
Yes, I wish to join this House.
Short. Simple. To the point.
Hands gathered skirts as she closed the distance some, but just so that she may be better presented to the Zombie at the door. The antics of her null ignored for the moment, it would be delt with later for such embarrassing behavior. She should have leashed him, so much for thinking he would behave.
Double crimson lines that drew small spirals from her hair line down to the soft shallows of her cheeks. Smaller lines drew along her chin till the corners of her mouth before vanishing down below a ornate bone collar. Hair neatly dreaded back, doubled up at the center of her head giving a mowhawk like appearance to the layers there. Each dread neatly held with matching crimson ribbons. At the crown of her head a spiral carved hip bone acted like a crown, holding up a spider spun lace shawl to act as a hood that hid he lengths her hair went to. The rest of her clothing mixed and matched accordingly her own flesh spikes lovingly decorated with small animal skulls or jewels also acted as hooks to keep that shawl close. A small animal rib cage acting as a wrist cuff, decorated with jewels and silver filigree. All allowing that pale flesh to appear beautiful in a morbid way.
Now had this been behind closed doors, or a few centuries ago when blood flowed through her veins the story of her composure might play out differently. Like her face may have flushed so deeply it would have hidden the red tattoo like marks decorating her face for this visit. Ever the demure courtly lady she'd been trained to be however, she ever so slightly tilted her head raising an eye brow at the rudeness of his words.
She shifted ever so slightly as the male became her devoted focus dark eyes narrowing on him. A deep in draw of the area paired with his appearance told her all she needed, a vague snarl like smirk twisting her lips.
Well if I had known the lower cast was allowed in I would have brought more pets.. After all your kin are always looking for handouts.
Voice cold yet velvet delicate in tone. A lie added to that of the others given by appearance. But then again, the Kalastria didn't take kindly to having such things as social manners of them selves or pets scolded by anyone but the Bloodchiefs words.
The poor null, it knew that tone too well. Warning one of many it had ingrained in to what remained of its memory. Hands confused felt for the cuffs and chains about each apposing wrist as it fidgeted at her feet. Its breath sucked in and out of its mouth though clinched teeth faster as it was unsure of who would catch her displeasure should it be raised.
It frantically scurried behind her, only to return to in front of her, string up the skirts layers as if trying to induce a hiding place under them somewhere. All it could hope was it wouldn't be the one to be on the receiving end again.
The soft echo of chains proceeded her.
The little goblin null skittering about only a few paces ahead of her. Pausing to look back to reassure it's self she was still going the same way. Least it suffer a punishment for wondering off again.
She shifted her weight pausing at the gates and peering to the building inside. Even in another city she could find a piece of home. Full lips drawling in to a smirk as she continued forward, slipping inside only to pause in patient wait for the man at the door to be served first. Manners manners now.
Her short stop was a surprise, featureless face turned sky ward catching new scents as it spun in a quick litter circle. It paused in the direction of the unknown male teeth baring slightly as it tried to draw in more of his scent. Little hands pawing at each other as it backed away slowly, keeping the unknown in its "sight" as it withdrew to skitter about its mistress skirts.
Name: Talibah Kalastria Age: - Appears: 25ish, Really: much-much older Gender: Female Race: Vampire (Zendikar based) Height: 4' 10" Weight: A lady never tells! Weapon: Simple jeweled hilt dagger 1/0 Appearance: Her hair is always dreded back and decorated with small animal bones and held in place by red ribbons. Her skin is pale, almost pearlecent in tone and marked in bright red tattooed designs that trace over her entire body. Mostly simple straight lines in running parallels of three ( much like Vampire Hexmage's facial tattoos) with a decorative swirl on the tops of either hands, feet, and a few choice locations. Clothing changes depending her mood, but as with most vampires - black, lots and lots of layers, and silly frilly things. Maybe on the layers part. Pet: Small goblin null, a burnt orange/red color. In contrast to her, its often dressed in pale colored clothing. Polished black shackles are about either wrist and ankle, a chain linked between each wrist and ankle. A matching collar about its neck with a deep etched TK in bright red on it.
Back Story: Unlike many of her "family" she didn't pursue interest in art, theater, and the luxury of being a Vampire. Being able to control things, especially dead things had always caught her interest. Her pet goblin null was her first experiment, one that didn't go as planned but still turned out to her benefit. She has kept it since to serve as a reminder for just that. Though over the years it has become more then just a simple reminder. Its become more of her companion and very much more of a pet. You'd be hard press to find her without him skittering about at her feet.
Having learned what she could from those few who shared her interest in something more then the decadent nature of their kin, she left the sprawling city. Setting forth in hopes of finding others who may teach her more, challenge her to new heights or simply provide amusement when boredom strikes.
The soft rattle of small chains of the null would be the first if anything to catch the guards attention. Followed by the chime of bells and charmes of the goblins owner. She shadowed it's steps as it scurried curiously before her, mouth agap as it sucked in the new scents arround it. It did an irratic dance in the direction of the dragon before a sharp chime brought it back to her side where it remained as she approched the guard.
She appeared diminutive in size, no taller then 5 feet at best. But it wasn't hard to figure at least what she was out, if the pet wasn't a give away. Pale alabaster skin was decorated with bright red markings, lines that traveled down either side of her face and vanished under the cloak she wore. Hair was dreded back away from her face, a few hung over her shoulder decorated with the skull of a dead rodent and other small bones through out. Crimson ribboning bound each one in to the piped shapes neatly.
She stopped a polite distance from the guard before she shrugged back her cloak, pulling out a book she had been carrying under one arm and removing a few pages. She passed them down to the goblin null before giving a nod forward, which sent it scampering to the guard with the papers upraised like a toddler trying to attract the attention of its parent with a drawling.
" I wish to gain entrance to the city, the papers are for my self and my... pet. " Cold velvet tones directed at the guard as she finally gave a curious glance to the Dragon in wait before looking back.
That little null did everything it could but cling to her legs as it followed her around. Anything she did was of little concern to it until orders were given. The soft rattle of its cuffs and chains mixed with the rasp of its heavying breaths. As she chose a room the "pressure" it felt seemed to lessen and it took a moment to do its own inspection as she marked her door. It settled on the floor like a child would before a story teller, legs spred, waiting for something to change. As the creek of the door closing caught its attention it was quick to jump up and slid past the shrinking exit to join her.
As the zombie presented them her hands released her skirts and she curtsied deeply bowing her head to Korlash in respect. The pose sending coiled dreds falling over that delicate shoulder.
Greetings Lord Korlash. I am Talibah from the Vampire clan of Kalastria. I've heard great tales of those who possess a skill for the dark magic growing strong with in your house. I seek to join so that I may as well.
Slowly the world stopped ringing and came too. That snap causing a yip to pass dry cracked lips. Chains rattled softly as it ran quickly to catch up to its mistress. While she may not have show any response to the imposing power, it did. Cowering as it trailed behind the trio. Hands clasped, twisting as they did as it shrank close to her. Teeth bared and mouth closed as it did what it could to draw in scents that way.
As they entered the room, it cowered behind her. Hands close to chest as the voice made ears twitch.
Mind not the null, its tongue and mind left long ago. Its with me.
It still clung the the poll, a flicker of one ear lone acknowledgment of the situation and clue to the fact it was aware.
IC:
The poor Null lost it as the zombie spoke. The new city, its mistresses confusing temperament came to a boil and the poor thing let out a high pitched screech. Arms raised flailing above its head wildly as it spun on a callused heel. It was still adjusting to the new city's scents, and well with that comes confusing moments.
A resounding " CLANG!!!" echoed through the court yard as it made fresh friends with the iron gate bars, arms stuck through either side with one outstretched leg. Hands twitched as it stumbled back, moving to grip his head as jaw hung open.
No No, maybe the other way was right! It concluded silently, changing direction in a frantic flee. This was only met with a refreshed "CLANG!!" sound as it now collided with a lamp post. Only this time limbs wrapped around it as though It was hugging the poll it came so quickly to know. If he had eyes they might have seen stars or even twitched. Yet alas, he was a mask of pale transparent orange flesh, jaw slack as it seemed the ringing kept him comfortable.
For the moment, Skoll was dismissed from her attention. Eyes moving to the zombie now exposed. A polite smile given as well as a matching bow to what she could only assume was the keeper.
Yes, I wish to join this House.
Short. Simple. To the point.
Hands gathered skirts as she closed the distance some, but just so that she may be better presented to the Zombie at the door. The antics of her null ignored for the moment, it would be delt with later for such embarrassing behavior. She should have leashed him, so much for thinking he would behave.
IC:
Double crimson lines that drew small spirals from her hair line down to the soft shallows of her cheeks. Smaller lines drew along her chin till the corners of her mouth before vanishing down below a ornate bone collar. Hair neatly dreaded back, doubled up at the center of her head giving a mowhawk like appearance to the layers there. Each dread neatly held with matching crimson ribbons. At the crown of her head a spiral carved hip bone acted like a crown, holding up a spider spun lace shawl to act as a hood that hid he lengths her hair went to. The rest of her clothing mixed and matched accordingly her own flesh spikes lovingly decorated with small animal skulls or jewels also acted as hooks to keep that shawl close. A small animal rib cage acting as a wrist cuff, decorated with jewels and silver filigree. All allowing that pale flesh to appear beautiful in a morbid way.
Now had this been behind closed doors, or a few centuries ago when blood flowed through her veins the story of her composure might play out differently. Like her face may have flushed so deeply it would have hidden the red tattoo like marks decorating her face for this visit. Ever the demure courtly lady she'd been trained to be however, she ever so slightly tilted her head raising an eye brow at the rudeness of his words.
She shifted ever so slightly as the male became her devoted focus dark eyes narrowing on him. A deep in draw of the area paired with his appearance told her all she needed, a vague snarl like smirk twisting her lips.
Well if I had known the lower cast was allowed in I would have brought more pets.. After all your kin are always looking for handouts.
Voice cold yet velvet delicate in tone. A lie added to that of the others given by appearance. But then again, the Kalastria didn't take kindly to having such things as social manners of them selves or pets scolded by anyone but the Bloodchiefs words.
The poor null, it knew that tone too well. Warning one of many it had ingrained in to what remained of its memory. Hands confused felt for the cuffs and chains about each apposing wrist as it fidgeted at her feet. Its breath sucked in and out of its mouth though clinched teeth faster as it was unsure of who would catch her displeasure should it be raised.
It frantically scurried behind her, only to return to in front of her, string up the skirts layers as if trying to induce a hiding place under them somewhere. All it could hope was it wouldn't be the one to be on the receiving end again.
The little goblin null skittering about only a few paces ahead of her. Pausing to look back to reassure it's self she was still going the same way. Least it suffer a punishment for wondering off again.
She shifted her weight pausing at the gates and peering to the building inside. Even in another city she could find a piece of home. Full lips drawling in to a smirk as she continued forward, slipping inside only to pause in patient wait for the man at the door to be served first. Manners manners now.
Her short stop was a surprise, featureless face turned sky ward catching new scents as it spun in a quick litter circle. It paused in the direction of the unknown male teeth baring slightly as it tried to draw in more of his scent. Little hands pawing at each other as it backed away slowly, keeping the unknown in its "sight" as it withdrew to skitter about its mistress skirts.
Age: - Appears: 25ish, Really: much-much older
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire (Zendikar based)
Height: 4' 10"
Weight: A lady never tells!
Weapon: Simple jeweled hilt dagger 1/0
Appearance: Her hair is always dreded back and decorated with small animal bones and held in place by red ribbons. Her skin is pale, almost pearlecent in tone and marked in bright red tattooed designs that trace over her entire body. Mostly simple straight lines in running parallels of three ( much like Vampire Hexmage's facial tattoos) with a decorative swirl on the tops of either hands, feet, and a few choice locations. Clothing changes depending her mood, but as with most vampires - black, lots and lots of layers, and silly frilly things. Maybe on the layers part.
Pet: Small goblin null, a burnt orange/red color. In contrast to her, its often dressed in pale colored clothing. Polished black shackles are about either wrist and ankle, a chain linked between each wrist and ankle. A matching collar about its neck with a deep etched TK in bright red on it.
Back Story: Unlike many of her "family" she didn't pursue interest in art, theater, and the luxury of being a Vampire. Being able to control things, especially dead things had always caught her interest. Her pet goblin null was her first experiment, one that didn't go as planned but still turned out to her benefit. She has kept it since to serve as a reminder for just that. Though over the years it has become more then just a simple reminder. Its become more of her companion and very much more of a pet. You'd be hard press to find her without him skittering about at her feet.
Having learned what she could from those few who shared her interest in something more then the decadent nature of their kin, she left the sprawling city. Setting forth in hopes of finding others who may teach her more, challenge her to new heights or simply provide amusement when boredom strikes.
Lvl: 1
Exp: 0
House: None ( yet )
Guild: None
She appeared diminutive in size, no taller then 5 feet at best. But it wasn't hard to figure at least what she was out, if the pet wasn't a give away. Pale alabaster skin was decorated with bright red markings, lines that traveled down either side of her face and vanished under the cloak she wore. Hair was dreded back away from her face, a few hung over her shoulder decorated with the skull of a dead rodent and other small bones through out. Crimson ribboning bound each one in to the piped shapes neatly.
She stopped a polite distance from the guard before she shrugged back her cloak, pulling out a book she had been carrying under one arm and removing a few pages. She passed them down to the goblin null before giving a nod forward, which sent it scampering to the guard with the papers upraised like a toddler trying to attract the attention of its parent with a drawling.
" I wish to gain entrance to the city, the papers are for my self and my... pet. " Cold velvet tones directed at the guard as she finally gave a curious glance to the Dragon in wait before looking back.