Recent content by Kristopher Mortas

"Give him water, or you'll have no product at all." Kristopher said, with a slight inclination of his head. He turned and looked at the sky, for just a moment. Then, his cruel eyes fell back on the caged beast. It'd be night sooner than later. Dark. Quiet. Perfect time for him. He looked at the...

He turned his head towards the newcomer, approaching the Kivren-like creature. Aquatic. Semi-aquatic? He'd seen stranger things in his time. His long, long time drifting around. The half-orc's line of questioning brought him back to the present, and he turned his head. His yellow, vampiric...

Overcast made it easier. It was still bright, and it was still... sunlight. His heavy hood, drawn long over his face, helped exponentially, but still, the Vampire had to make do. A trail had led him here, and cold and calculated positions taken had pushed him further into the depravity of the...

I've waited for Vampire roleplay for so long....

Someone to help with his vampirism maybe?

He was impeccably dressed. He was head to toe in his finest- (Or rather, a nobleman's finest) Black, sleak, stylish. A high collar, a fashionable sash across his body. The scar on his face and his unpleasant eyes were dismissed, or perhaps just noted. But nobody had yet to make him. He was...

Kristopher looked around, taking stock of his situation on the enemy ship. But there wasn’t any reason to hide. He threw off his cloak, and bared his fangs. And revealed the monster to his new compatriots. He bared his fangs, launching himself at one of his vampiric brethren, biting deep into...

The Vampire pulled his hood down, exposing his tell-tale eyes. He bared his fangs as the enemy drew closer, breathing deeply- his frame standing on the deck of the ship, not moving despite the increasing wave. He knew what lay across the ship. The cursed undead. Legends, now come to life. He...

The enemy ship was vile, cruel, and appeared as death would- out of the darkness, and with eerie green lanterns. Magical lanterns- able to be commanded off and on at a whim. The Vampire hissed, and walked amongst the hull. He doubted anyone would care at the moment if he was a Vampire or not-...

Kristopher turned to Vulpesen- And narrowed his eyes. The Vampire looked back to the horizon, where the lights suddenly went out. They went out not at the same time, but in somewhat of a sequence. The howl lurched across the night, and Kristopher looked. And then- he blinked. He looked with...

Several Miles Off The Coast of the Gulf of Liad Aboard the Courier of the Stars, Merchant and Transport Vessel, en route to Dornoch The sea lie still. The seas were home to many legends. Some of them true, some of them exaggerated, some of them terrifying, some inspiring. Kristopher was...

(IT DIDNT GIVE ME A NOTIFICATION IM SO SORRY) The Vampire shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure, honestly. Could be a million things. I'm no Axe of Knottington, that's for sure. Monster hunting is not my game. Truth be told-" He gave a wry, vicious smile. "You all smelled very good." This...

Kristopher stood still, bringing his fingers up to his chin, watching the Dreadlords fan out, and the girl let loose an arrow. Interesting. He watched her strike true to her target, but remained still. He whistled low and sharply, moving like the creature he was to be beside the Initiate...

"But your Republic is so far away. Funny how that works. Dreadlords, always poking around. Always everywhere besides our city." Kristopher smiled when referred to as "The Vampire". Appropriate and fitting, but much more monstrous than he actually was. "You must be new to hunting and...

The Initiate that spoke, asking if he was a Vampire, suddenly found Kristopher not where he was- blurring, moving quickly, silently, behind them, around them, through them. He appeared beside the Initiate, taunting him, speaking in his ear. "A Vampire! Wouldn't that be something." He appeared...