The tradition began three millennia ago. Three weeks before the beginning of Summer, the ruler of each and every species came together at a meeting, one at which tensions were so high that every individual present masked their identities, successfully ridding any tension that had come about. Their casual meeting lead to discussion, then drinking and dining, and finally, dancing. After their three weeks together had passed, and Summer officially began, one by one, each leader shed their mask to gaze upon those whom they had spent so much time with. Because of this meeting, much prejudice between species virtually disappeared, alliances were made, and wars were halted.
Every year since, exactly three weeks before Summer, one of the leaders of the several hundreds of species living on the planet of Earth hosts a masquerade ball, a devil's dance, if you will, in their own home. An invitation is open to all creatures of any given species, leading to a guest list starting at a minimum in the thousands. It is a grand social gathering, the one true time a year where all species intermingle, drink, and dance to their hearts' content for the entirety of three weeks. It is only as the very end of the the three weeks, on midnight, the beginning of the first day of Summer, that all masks are discarded, identities revealed, and the party is over. What happens after the grand reveal is left up to the guests, whether they come together or separate fruther, it it up to them.
This year marks the three thousandth year anniversary, making the master of ceremonies the man whom started the very tradition, and the event to take place in the very heart of the city of Venice, Italy.
:.Your Invitation.:
Will you join in this ancient tradition? Whom shall you meet? With whom shall you drink, and dine, and dance? Not even the grand master of ceremonies can tell, it is up to you.
:.Basics of the Ball.:
Aside from the golden rule of not revealing your species, there are a few basis that you will need to know.
Four multi-course meals shall be served at designated meal times.
They serve as breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a late-night meal. It is not required to eat all four meals. The cuisine in a menu hand-picked and tasted by Nikholas- each day, there will be a variety of choices with influences based on a specific region of the world and the races that thrive there. Other selections will be made available for guests with special needs or those who are truly unhappy with the menu. Refreshment for cravings in-between will be set up along the sidelines of the ballroom, but, if necessary, guests who are quite adamant about cooking for themselves will be allowed in the kitchen, which is usually off-limits. Breakfast is around 8 AM, lunch at noon, dinner at around 6 PM, and the late-night meal will be served at around midnight.
Your characters will be staying in separate rooms of the mansion.
The castle was set with an enchantment of expansion- as necessary, the rooms will multiply to accommodate the extreme number of guests. The suites are designed similarly- each a decent size, having their own private bath and windows to the garden. They're designed in a style similar to that of the rest of Nikholas' summer home- all of an elegant, old charm. As guests arrive, their luggage is taken by concierges to their rooms, the room number and its location printed on the invitation they would have received.
:.Map and Decor.:
Floor PlansX
First Floor
Entryway : Ballroom : Ballroom Dining Hall : Great Room : Great Room Kitchen : Music Room : Music Room Inside Greenhouse : Gardens :
Under no circumstances may your character remove their masks before the master of ceremonies announces that they may, on the exact moment beginning Summer!
Under no circumstances may any character know any other character's race. Thus, the plot!
Title your PM to me "Unicorn", so I know that you read these.
If you're going to be gone for any reason, just notify me via PM.
This is a Semi-Lit RP. The means no one-liners, and an attempt to use proper spelling and grammar!
I, as thread owner, hold the right to add, subtract, or, for heaven's sake, multiply these rules if I so wish so.
:.Profile Skeletons.:
PM these to me.
My name is (full name). Friends call me (name they go by). My role here is (leader of the [race], part of the [race] species, etc.). I'm (number) years of age. I'm a (female/male). I've got a thing for (guys/girls/guys and girls). I'm part of the (species- we can only have two of each species, remember!) race. My life story? (quick biography) Get to know me: (personality, likes/dislikes, and anything extra) Posting color: (pick one that hasn't been chosen yet) The person behind the mask:
(character's appearance- preferably a picture) The mask itself:
(mask's appearance- preferably a picture)
My name is Nikholas J. Voltaire Friends call me Nikholas My role here is leader of faerie and master of ceremonies I'm 3,100 years of age. I'm a male. I've got a thing for girls I'm part of the faerie race. My life story? I was born and have lived in Venice, Italy for all of my life, even before it was a city. Hell, I helped to found this beautiful place. I dug these canals, I built these buildings, I started these vineyards. I took control of the faerie people directly after my father's time in the throne, and the masquerade was the tradition I started to quell some of the untied strings my father left for me to mend. Most nowadays don't know very much about me, but that's quite alright. Get to know me: I'm quiet, relaxed, and clever. I enjoy music, dancing, and well-mannered social events, whereas I dislike rude persons, conflict, and attitude. Posting Color: slate grey The person behind the mask: The mask itself:
My name is Viktoria D. Regaldy Friends call me Viktoria My role here is a member of the faerie race. I'm 337 years of age. I'm a female. I've got a thing for whomever catches my eye. I'm part of the faerie race. My life story? I do not yet remember where I came from, but I do remember traveling around for the vast majority of my younger years. When I was introduced to Nikholas, the fae's gracious king, I was mesmerized by his grace, his sense of righteousness, his power. Do not get me wrong, he's a great person, but I don't have a thing for him. We're simply friends. I serve in his court of law, and under his jurisdiction in government, acting as a sort of... right hand man. Get to know me: I'm very friendly, and love meeting new people. I enjoy music, dancing, and socializing, much like my king, however: our dislikes vary. The only few things I dislike are death, nasty food, and horrid music. Posting Color: teal The person behind the mask: The mask itself:
Lyoko KitsaruX
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Originally Posted by Remaro
My name is Lyoko Kitsaru
Friends call me Chrim
My role here is leader of the Kitsune
I'm 973 years of age.
I'm a male
I've got a thing for guys and girls
I'm part of the Kitsune race.
My life story? I was raised in the high Japanese mountains, living amongst a small clan of other kitsunes, there were only 6 of us, my kind aren’t highly sociable. Once I reached the age of 500, I left the mountains to travel, helping set up a few of the human villages and after a few more years I was chosen to be the leader of my race, voted in by the leaders of each Kitsune clan. My job is unsurprisingly difficult, considering how widely my race has spread and how solitary, or illusive we are, however it allows me to travel, something I greatly enjoy. Not many know enough of me to do more than recognise my face, but that suits me very well. Get to know me: I greatly enjoy travelling and meeting strangers, however very few people know much about me. Despite hating to be stereotypical, I am quite cunning and illusive, I enjoy my own company and find great amusement in tricks and practical jokes. I take life as it comes and try not to live my life too seriously, though in business I can be ruthless.
Likes: Autumn, being warm, practical jokes, laughter, chicken, foxes, travelling
Dislikes: Winter, being too cold, uptight people, confined spaces, fish, not a huge fan of werewolves either. Posting color: Dark Red The person behind the mask: My ears and tail can be hidden
The mask itself:
Ayumu YamashitaX
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Originally Posted by blueblackrose
My name is Ayumu Yamashita Friends call me Ai My role here is part of the Yuki-onna species I'm 486 years of age. I'm a female I've got a thing for guys and girls I'm part of the Yuki-onna race. My life story? Ayumu doesn’t really remember much about growing up other than it was just her mother and her. The two of them spent the long days on an ice covered mountain in Japan. Once in a while they would meet lost travelers. Sometimes her mother would go out and lure the foolish men to their deaths. This was just the way things were. By watching her mother she learned what she needed to know about the world. Or at least that is what she thought until one day she met a mysterious man while out for a walk in the woods. At first she tried to seduce the man like her mother would have, but it wasn’t very effective since she was still young, only around 150 years old. The man told her he was a demon and his name was Ryo. He also told her of the world beyond her home on the mountain and of the devil’s dance. The thought of going to the outside world intrigued Ayumu. Finally making up her mind she has decided to leave her home to go to the ball and hopes that maybe she’ll be able to meet the demon again. Get to know me: Cold as ice might be a good way to describe how most people see Ai. She is sometimes cold to people she doesn’t know and can be cruel to those she doesn’t like. The few friends that she has know differently because she lets her true self slip through her mask. Deep down she can be somewhat gentle and caring, but everything has an extent. In her opinion dealing with other people unless it’s necessary is a hassle. Posting color: Dark Orchid The person behind the mask: The mask itself:
Günther AbendrothX
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Originally Posted by blueblackrose
My name is Günther Abendroth Friends call me Gun My role here is leader of the Lycans. I'm 193 years of age. I'm a male I've got a thing for girls I'm part of the Lycan race. My life story? Günther is the youngest leader in the history of the Silberner Regen clan of Lycans in Germany. From a young age he was trained and taught to be a warrior and strong leader. His late father, Ciaran, was a great leader and taught him everything about how to be a good leader. Five years ago his father was murdered by an unknown person. There are suspicions that the murder was arranged by either a rival clan or their races long time enemies. Even though he wants to avenge his father’s death he also wants to make sure that the peace his father obtained for their clan continues. So to help continue the peace he decided to attend this devil’s dance even if it was against his advisors advice. Get to know me: Gun is strong willed, outgoing and works hard towards the things that he wants. Sometimes he can come off as cold and a little uncaring because of his work hard and do your best attitude, but once you look over that you can see that he really is a kind person. Posting color: Navy The person behind the mask: The mask itself:
Alice BeaumontX
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Originally Posted by Classik
My name is Alice Beaumont. Friends call me Alice. My role here is leader of the Vampires. I'm 997 years of age. I'm a female. I've got a thing for guys. I'm part of the Vampire race. My life story? 50 years ago, I opened my eyes to find myself on the streets of London. I couldn't remember my name, past or how I got there. I was found, curled up in a ball by an old couple. They took me in and helped me adjust, as well as tried to get my memory back. I couldn't of course, nothing would come to me. I never got hungry, I never slept and after about 10 years, the old couple and I began to notice how I never aged. Around that time I began thirsting for something, although I couldn't understand at the time. One night, I couldn't fight the urge. I got up, and I murdered the old couple, draining them dry. Once I'd come to my senses and realized what I'd done, I ran.
It wasn't long before the royal vampire family found me and explained everything. It turned out, that my father, the Vampire King, was murdered when I disappeared almost 10 years before. The murderer(s) had somehow erased my memory and blocked my vampire instincts, that was why I didn't crave human blood until that night when the block wore off. I was also informed that the culprit was of another species. Being next in line for the thrown, I took over (even though my memory had not returned) and was informed of these masked balls held by the faerie leader. I haven't been the one to attend these balls yet, this year will be my first, and it is there that I plan to find the murderer and bring him/her to justice. Get to know me: I'm a fairly quiet person. To most people I seem shy because I don't speak unless I really feel the need to. I'm a strong willed, short tempered and impulsive person. So if I need to speak my mind, I will, and there will be no mercy. Because of what happened to my father and to myself, I have little faith in these masked balls. They are, in my opinion, a waste of time and effort. Posting color: Royal blue The person behind the mask: The mask itself:
Chandranath PhellanX
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Originally Posted by DarkAngel562415
My name is Chandranath Phellan.
Friends call me Chandra.
My role here is a member of the lycan race.
I'm 200 years of age ~Looks 20~.
I'm a female.
I've got a thing for guys and girls.
I'm part of the lycan race.
My life story? She was abandon when she was 5. She wondered into the Silberner Regan Clan covered in dirt and barely living. They took her in and raised her as one of their own. When Gun was made leader of the Clan she became his right hand man. She thought it was crazy at first because Gun always liked to pick on her when she was young, but now she's grown on him. She even has a little thing for him.
Get to know me: Chandra is the sweetest person you'll ever meet. But if you do get on her bad side you best watch out. She hates any person who hurts Gun or any of her close friends.
Posting color: Medium Turquoise
The person behind the mask:
The mask itself:
Aria TsunamiX
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Originally Posted by AmaniIshtar
My name is Aria Tsunami.
Friends call me Aria.
My role here is leader of the Merpeople.
I'm 250 years of age.
I'm a female.
I've got a thing for either.
I'm part of the Mermaid race.
My life story? As the second youngest daughter to the late King, she had been surprised she had been named the heir as she had a split with the family for not obeying her father's wishes. But she came back, taking up the crown and becoming a better ruler than her father. She still spends time as a mortal, using those experiences in her kingdom.
Get to know me: Aria is generally a friendly, personable person. Kind and genteel, she hardly partakes of gossiping or speaking rudely to or of another. She is sometimes rather impulsive, and can have quite the temper, which once tempted, she has no mercy. She likes swimming, music in all forms, dancing, some practical jokes. She dislikes arrogance, stupidity, prejudice, extreme temperatures of either hot or cold, extended periods of silence and loneliness.
Posting color: Dark Slate Blue
The person behind the mask:
The mask itself:
Ajon DarkholmeX
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Originally Posted by Esmme
My name is Ajon (the "j" is pronounced like a d/sh sound) Darkholme.
Friends call me . . . Ajon.
My role here is leader of the nomadic elves.
I'm 250 years of age.
I'm a male.
I've got a thing for girls.
I'm part of the elven race.
My life story? Though considered rather young by many of my race I feel the weight of responsibility weighing on me heavily. Being the leader of my "tribe," if you will, has brought me a new perspective on life. This will be my first time attending the summer ball - and I will admit that I consider it a frivolous waste of time.
Get to know me: I am quick to anger; you may need to keep an eye on my hot temper and easily provoked wrath. I tend to be a bit cold and rude - to everyone. I am not partial to liking anyone who gets in my way or who I find disagreeable (which, I warn you, is just about everyone).
Posting color: Dark Green
The person behind the mask:
Blue eyes, silver hair - a few scars from previous battles, including one that trails down his right cheek and narrowly misses his eye.
The mask itself:
The mask is a dusty, worn gold that looks as though there is a bloody slash along the right eye - the elven sign of a hunter.
Vincent XavierX
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Originally Posted by Esmme
My name is Vincent Xavier.
Friends call me Vincent.
My role here is leader of the ice elementals.
I'm 590 years of age.
I'm a male.
I've got a thing for girls.
I'm part of the elemental race.
My life story? I have seen the rise and fall of a few other races and have known that peace is the preferable way of living. After finally convincing myself that I would at least come to the next summer ball, I steeled myself to inform the others of my kind. They didn't take kindly to my decision, but it was mine to make. We'll see if it was a worth while choice.
Get to know me: Sadly, my cold demeanor does nothing to strike conversations or friendships. I dislike summer and heat (that includes contact with other persons). I avoid contact with others due to my freezing touch and don't eat normal foods - just cold ones and liquid.
Posting color: Dark Slate Blue
The person behind the mask:
The mask itself:
It looks as though it is part of his headband: it is dark crimson fabric that seems to fit his features just enough to hide his identity in a teasing manner . . . and it ties in the back (sort of like a sash).
Emerion AndaerX
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Originally Posted by Roka
My name is Emerion Andaer. Friends call me Emery. My role here is being the leader of the Elvish race. I am 705 years of age. I am male. I've got a thing for anyone. It's not the gender that will make me like someone, it will be the person themself. I'm part of the Elvish race. My life story? I have been alive for many years, though I have only been the leader of the Elvish for a fraction of that - a mere fifty years, if you will. My life before being the leader was more so the same, except for having the responsibilities of actually making sure that my race stays in line. Get to know me: Though I am one of the wise, thoughtful elves of my kind, I am also capable of having a good time, joking and laughing. I am light-hearted, though when it comes down to the matter at hand, I can change into becoming quite serious. Posting color: Golden The person behind the mask: I am about 6'5, with white-blonde hair that touches my waistline and tealish eyes, which some believe is how I have gotten the base of my name. I sometimes wear a golden piece upon my brow that is in the shape of a leaf, more or less, signifying my rank, which is held onto my head by a tie that goes under my hair. If you really must have one, here is a picture of me when my hair wasn't as long. The mask itself: It is a half-mask, golden with white and teal gems which match my eyes every few inches, complete with a black feather, shown here.
Raina CorwinX
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Originally Posted by AmaniIshtar
My name is Raina Corwin
Friends call me Raina or Rai.
My role here is part of the Neko race.
I'm 21 years of age.
I'm a female.
I've got a thing for guys.
I'm part of the Neko race.
My life story? Raina was a nomad, and grew up as an orphan. She had a few temporary parents, but she was always ended back on the streets, sometimes a little worse for wear. One day she had come across others like her, and one had taken her in, caring for her, feeding her, loving her. In the end she found it was all fake as he later betrayed her and tried to kill her.
Get to know me: She can seem fickle, either moving from place to place, or person to person. Its hard for her to trust people, but they have to work hard to earn it. She can be rather stubborn in her beliefs, and has no problem being nasty to defend them. She tends to act promiscuous, but its just an act, she tends to be rather lonely on her own. She can hide her ears and tails, they appear in a cat tattoo on her right shoulder while she blends in, her "normal" ears are pointed like an elf's.
Posting color: Indigo
The person behind the mask:
The mask itself:
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The night was still, the air cool, and the breeze was as gentle as a baby's breath. Nikholas closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air slowly and exhaling a few moments later. It was the evening of the third week before the beginning of summer and his guests were to arrive soon. The total number of invites he had sent out this year topped all of the previous years, making there more food to be made, more room necessary to dance, more rooms needed for housing. However, the smooth fae that he was, he had figured everything out weeks in advance. The country estate was massive on the outside, yes, but inside- Oh Nikholas had bewitched the interior to expand it further, thousands of bedroom suites now available, the ballroom large enough to hold masses of thousands, and his dining hall was better than those that were fit for kings. The house was elegant, orderly, and, quite frankly, empty. It was only when the grandfather clock struck seven that his driveway suddenly came alive. All at once, creatures of all sorts were spilling out of carriages, boats, and cars, off of horses, elephants, and camel. What a splendid turn out. Nikholas smiled, overlooking everything from the expansive balcony over the main entrance.
As the first guest approached the vine and flower covered grand entrance, the double doors would open automatically for them. Nikholas, still smiling, tied on his mask and made his way down the stairs. The entrance lead directly into the grand ballroom, fit to occupy thousands, with cherub-ornamented, gold-gilded ceilings, white marble floors, and large musicians' stands on both sides. As soon as the door opened for the first time, instruments would appear and began to play by themselves, an entrancing, light melody with a slow tempo. Nikholas would stand in the middle of the ballroom, one hand outstretched to the side, bowing to his guests. The first inside began to look around, applaud his magnificent work, and in couples, they began to dance.
Vicktoria arrived in one of the first few carriages, though she had been to her lord's mansion yet a few hours earlier in the day to help set up all of the three weeks' festivities. Entering the grand room astonished her nevertheless, admiring his handiwork and humming softly to the enchanting tune that the couples upon the floor were already dancing to. For now, she took a position along the sidelines of the room, by the concessions, pouring herself a glass of wine as she looked out over their guests.
Lyssa's hearse crept up toward the manor, filing in behind hundreds of other vehicles and coaches. She patiently drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, searching for a place to park, seeing that this was her first time ever coming to this event, she didn't want to come seeming arrogant in any way, she came as herself.
After waiting over thirty minutes to park she found a decent place to park--parallel parking, she turned her hearse off, let herself out, and locked the doors behind her. Quick to grab her mask and put it on. She headed inside, where many others were also making their way in.
When she got to the man hosting the event at the front door, she curtsied, "Hello, I'm rather new here...I'm not exactly sure where to take my things, or even where to park. Could you possibly assist me?"
Ayumu felt awkward as she entered the mansions ground on foot. Everyone else seemed to be arriving in a grander fashion. She was unlike most of the other guests in the fact that she didn’t come from a wealthy family or anything of that sort. Her life had been isolated in a cabin on a snow covered mountain with her mother. They had no need for such things as carriages, cars, horses or money. She gave an icy glare to the other guests who stared at her wondering if she had really been invited or if maybe she was a servant. Ignoring whisper of those around her she continued on her way to enter the mansion. It took her a while, but she finally made it to the doors. Standing at the bottom of the steps she stared up at the entryway. She was starting to feel nervous and wondering if this had been such a good idea.
Gun rode on horseback, his advisors had insisted that he get a carriage or something grander to make his entrance to the ball since he was a the chief. Being stubborn and strong willed he did what he wanted and felt most comfortable doing. Thinking back as he waited in line he grinned slightly remembering how his advisors had tried talking him out of coming here. They warned him of the dangers, but staying home wouldn’t do any good when he could be here and able to bring a longer lasting peace to his clan. It took him over a half an hour to get to the front of the mansion. Sliding off his horse he looked around for someone to take his horse.
Nikholas, gracious a lord as he was, bowed slightly towards the girl who approached him. "Your transport shall be taken care of by my valets," he gestured to the men in black masks that were running about the courtyard, "As for your things, simply leave them at the front step, they shall be taken to your room for you. Please, make your self at home and enjoy." There were already quite a few sets of luggage, all taken care of promptly as they were set down by more men that were acting as fast-moving concierges.
Nikholas would bow and greet all who approached the door, smiling warmly and conducting himself in a gentlmanly fashion. The next young woman to approach, he again bowed to, "Many welcomes, my lady." As for the man who was waiting for his horse o be tended to, a man would run over to him, taking the reins to lead the horse off to the stables.
Viktoria stood alone off to the side of the room, watching everyone walk in with a bright smile, enjoying her wine in slow sips.
Zarra rode with her mask already on. On the back of a magnetic brown horse. Her dress is getting wrinkly but she doesn't care. She loves the sound of the horse's feet on eh ground, the feel of the wind against her, and the bouncing of her galloping horse. When she nears the mansions she slows her horse to a trot. She finds a place and dismounts her horse, having been to one of these places before, she finds a valet and gives him two pieces of gold for him to make her horse comfortable. "She only eats carrots and potatoes." She instructed him, patting her horse one last time on the nose. Then, she straightened her dress and her hair as well as she could, and walked up to the mansion.
Lyssa nodded, then heading back out to her hearse, when she got to it she pulled her two large rolling suitcases out and headed back up to the manor. Along the way she spoke quickly to one of the valets handing him a string of pearls and the keys to her hearse. He looked at her questionably.
"It's payment for parking my hearse, they are authentic, I made the necklace myself," Lyssa grinned softly, leaving the man a bit dumb-founded.
She continued walking, hoping the man wouldn't continue to ponder on how she got the pearls, she headed to the front steps then leaving her luggage at the steps and heading inside once more. When she got in and actually looked around--everything was beautiful, perfect--like a fairytale. She breezed past the man she talked to about her hearse and continued on, finding a chair to seat herself in, shifting her dress, she went on and seated herself comfortably watching the party unfold before her eyes.
Nikholas eventually grew tired of greeting his guests, and decided it was high time to change his mask- it wouldn't be any fun if his guests knew who the host was. He slipped off to his quarters, exchanging the plain, black mask that he had worn for greeting for a more majestically designed, gold one. Placing it over his face, he looked into the mirror, adjusting it until satisfied before walking off to intermix with his guests. The evening seemed to have a rather elegant start, and the decor had been decided upon well by Viktoria. Speaking of... He glanced around the room before brushing off the thought. Looking for her would do no good, there was no doubt that she'd stick as closely to the rules as he would like. Smiling to himself, he decided it was a good time to find a dancing partner for the evening, looking about nonchalantly from his place by the refreshments.
Zarra headed to the refreshments to get something to drink. All of the guys that she had her eyes on there already had a dancing partner. the rest of the guys left were against the wall. Perhaps they can't work the courage to ask a girl to dance? Either way, she was sure she didn't look too attractive with messy hair and a wrinkles silky red dress anyway.
A nervous feeling built up at the pit of Alice's stomach. She didn't want to be here. In fact, she had refused to go over the past few years. But when she had been informed that her father's killer and the person who erased her memories most likely attended this event, she had no other choice but to go. The person would be brought to justice, and Alice wanted to be the one to do it. The vampire adjusted her mask before hoping out of her transport.
There were already a few of the other races there, perhaps even her father's killer. She eyed everyone carefully, trying to guess who each of them were. That was the whole point of this event though. Not to find out who was who until the end. Yes, the end, that was the deadline. That was when she would kill her enemy. The faerie leader was too naive to understand that there was no such thing as a truce between bad blood. She couldn't understand why he kept on insisting to hold this event. This false peace wouldn't lasted forever. And she would be the one, on the event's three thousandth year anniversary, to make them all realize that.
Instead of waiting for someone to escort her inside, she made her own way into the building and bright lights. The decor was, she would admit, beautiful. Her fingers trailed along her dress's fabric nervously as she looked around the room. She glanced around the room at the number of races, all getting together as if who they were didn't matter.
As he switched gears from admiring the evening's decor to searching for a dancing partner, a woman standing alone [Alice] caught Nikholas' eye. Drawing out the most charming smile he could muster, he approached her directly, an air of confidence in the way he held himself, though it was not snobbish in the least. In a fashion only those who were older would understand, he bowed his head slightly to her, offering out one of his white-gloved hands, palm-upwards, "May I have this dance?" His voice was melodic, confident as his actions were, yet polite. He could not see her, obviously, form beneath her silver mask, but he did admire what he could, finding the woman to be rather attractive.
Viktoria finished off her glass of red wine, which she had thankfully not harmed either her mask, dress, or gloves with- and made her way over to the group of people whom were not yet dancing, most of which being the shyer guys- those poor souls. She, however, did not have such a lack of confidence, though she was not quite so direct as her lord. The first to draw her attention happened to be another woman, one in a red and black mask [Zarra] that was also standing alone by the unwilling guys. Approaching her casually, she smiled in a friendly fashion, "Hello," she began in a warm voice, "Would you like to dance?"
Zarra smiles slightly, "Only if you tell me your name first." She looked into the eyes of this woman, something that the Drow, or at least this Drow does, to show respect and full attention. She set her empty wine glass on a table and bowed slightly, her right hand in a fist over her heart. "I am Zarra."
Leland hopped off his horse, when it finally made it's way up to the door. He checked one final time to make sure his mask was secure--which it was. He took the reigns off his horse and handed them off to the nearest valet, then headed inside--filing in behind many other people. When he got inside, he made his way to the refreshments table, grabbing a glass of white wine--admiring the other party-goers as he sipped upon it a bit.
Viktoria noticed the eye contact the woman gave, and returned the same to her, finding that, in her experience, little actions such as returning body language one gives to you can reap your benefit- and it would most-likely be at least polite. Smiling at Zarra's reply, Viktoria bowed slightly in reply, "My name is Viktoria, it's a pleasure to meet you." Then looking her into the eyes again after bowing, Viktoria extended her hand towards her slightly, "Shall we?" By this, of course, she meant join the other partners on the white marble dance floor.
"Yes. We shall." She took her hand and lead her to the marble floor. "However, I must ask that you lead. I'm not one you would trust leading a dance, I have no rhythm and I'm rather clumsy." Zarra chuckled as she placed her hand on Vickoria's waist.
Aria sighed softly as she waited in the car for her turn to exit, long pale fingers drumming along the interior handle. Glancing down at the mask in her hands, she wondered why they wore them in the first place, but she would not argue the rules, and she tied the blue ribbon just under the spill of silver hair from the clip that secured most of her hair so that it wouldn't trail the floor. Turning as the door opened, she stepped out gracefully, her hands straightening out the wrinkles of her gown. It was an off the shoulder gown, a clear aqua blue one would see off coastal waters before it darkened as it moved down the dress into the dark midnight depths of the deep underwater recesses of her kingdom. The sleeves weren't really sleeves, more just fabric accessories attached to a pearl and silver arm band just above her elbows then her wrists. A tight bodice that pinched in her waist slightly before spilling out at the waist, more pearls decorating the fabric in intricate designs that were reminiscent of waves.
Fabric ghosted around her ankles as she moved up the stairs and into the entryway, lavender eyes looking everywhere as she drank in the sights. Not that she would admit aloud, but she felt somewhat out of her element now. Not that she wasn't already, but she'd never been to dance of this sort, not even as a mermaid. The different aquatic kingdoms tended to be xenophobic. Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she followed the thinned out crowd into the main room where couples were already dancing and a few were just milling about near refreshment tables. Letting a soft smile tug at her lips, she moved gracefully through the crowds as if she were swimming, pausing at a table and grabbing a glass of white wine, sipping it slowly as she watched others dancing.
A voice caught Alice's attention as she glanced around the room. Before her stood a man in gold mask and a charming smile. She eyed him carefully. Could this be the murderer? She knew she couldn't spend the whole 3 weeks fretting over each person here. She'd been told by her second in command to try and enjoy herself. Since, that was what she was supposed to do at this event.
The nervous feeling at the pit of her stomach was stronger than the urge for revenge as the man bowed and offered his hand. Dance? No one said anything about dancing. Alice placed her own hand in the man's hand.
“Of course,” She said in a soft tone, while placing her other hand on his shoulder.
As the space between them shrunk, she looked up at his mask, trying to find the face behind it. He could be absolutely anyone, perhaps even one of the vampire's rival races, and she couldn't do anything about it.
“May I ask what your name is?” She asked, watching his eyes, looking for any sign that screamed enemy.
Leland spotted the other Drow, not knowing who they were, but the fact that there was another Drow that is because he wasn't easily fooled by the mask...the dark skin, the white hair. He set his glass of wine down and sauntered over bowing at the women, using eye contact.
"I'm sorry, to be rude, but would it be alright if I cut in--stealing this lovely dark skinned Lady from you," Leland questioned the women, no looking directly at her. He was too busy admiring the other Drow. He hadn't seen another Drow since his younger days..not one ever as lovely as this one at least.
Lyssa was becoming somewhat uncomfortable, she had thought by now, maybe someone would ask her to dance. She didn't even understand why she was so tense, a drink she thought. She got up from where she sat and walked over to the refreshments table and grabbed herself a glass of red wine. She started sipping on it, she realized how delicious, the crisp--cool glass of wine was and savored every drop of it--is was exquisite. She watched the party, waited even, the wine had begun to calm her down, which made her stay more pleasant.
[XxA_Wistful_InsanityxX: I'll allow that slip of the species rule go once, but please try to watch it next time.]
Nikholas observed her actions with curiosity, trying to conjure just what it was about the woman he'd approached that gave him an odd vibe. She had a sort of attitude- annoyance, perhaps? Or maybe she was nervous, shy even. Dismissing it for now, he acted casually, grasping the hand she'd put within his gently as he lead the two of them onto the dance floor. Looking down at her with the same warm expression, he then placed his other hand on her waist carefully and began to lead them in the dance to the slow, melodic music playing. As Nikholas was asked his name, he again smiled, "Nikholas." he stated simply, returning the question as well as her eye contact, "May I ask yours?" This was when he noticed what may be the oddity here- she was looking at his mask rather intently, was it bothering her? Laughing softly to himself, he spoke up again, "Do the masks bother you?"
Viktoria hesitated to respond as the man cut in, looking between them for a slightly awkward moment. The way he was looking at her- how could Viktoria possibly not allow them the dance? She bowed her head graciously, letting go of her grasp on Zarra's hand. "Of course, sir," she replied without an ounce of resentment. There were others to dance with, the night was young- and hey, with the obvious admiration the man seemed to hold for Zarra, perhaps they would hit it off. Again, Viktoria reclaimed a position along the sidelines, seating herself at a table where she could watch the guests dance the evening away.
Ajon narrowed his blue eyes as he approached the building. The creature he'd ridden was nothing like the horses that seemed to gather near the entrance; the lithe animal the elf had the honor of riding was a rather large black panther. "This is where I leave you," the broad-shouldered male whispered, stroking the feline's ears fondly. It was the only action of care that he showed that evening. As he sent the creature stalking off into the darkness Ajon felt an unfamiliar feeling tugging at his mind: he was alone. He didn't know anyone at the meeting (even without their masks). Instead of looking uncertain and sheepish the elven leader inclined his head and ritually stroked the marking on his left collarbone. It was a sign of preparation for the nomad clan of elves he led.
Ajon's golden mask contrasted with his silvery hair - and the mark of blood that moved over the right eye seemed realistic enough to make a few people do a double take. His movements were smooth and flowing like those of a dance. The tall male tried not to look too threatening, for he knew that peace was the main goal within the summer festivities.
Despite the frown that tugged at his brow, Ajon managed to glimpse a few things that unsettled him: dancing being one of them. He'd known about it, but he'd never once put it to mind. The nomads danced, certainly . . . but it was a much more private matter. The public dances were nothing like waltzes and choreographed steps.
As he entered the building Ajon Darkholme inclined his head to a few of the people who greeted him, but said nothing. Already he was disliking the choice that had been made to send him there. Why do I need to do this?
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Vincent Xavier
The winds that had carried him there were teasing his hair as he stepped forward. It was difficult to fathom such a gathering of people - there were so many voices and bodies. Vincent Xavier reached up to finger the crimson fabric over his eyes. I suppose this is how I pictured it. Rarely did the elemental go anywhere near civilization. This was a culture shock for him, for sure.
As he let his red eyes trace over a few other people, Vincent couldn't help but tilt his head in curiosity. What is it that makes them so happy to be together? His own kin, the elementals, were loners and preferred to be far from everyone (including their own kind). Seeing this many people in one spot was nearly overwhelming.
The heat that came from these people was worse than anything he could hear or see: it was like a physical torment to his being. Vincent was the head of the ice elementals - a cold race that enjoyed the solace of winter nights and snowy mornings. Taking a shallow breath, Vincent found his chest assaulted by warmth. It was uncomfortable at first - but only slightly.
When the elemental managed to maneuver his way through the crowded entry, he found himself near a delicate looking woman [Aria] who was as interested in the crowds as he seemed to be. Though naturally a quiet individual, Vincent strove to create peace between the peoples . . . so he chose so invite company. "You seem to be enjoying yourself," the elemental said, his gaze traveling over the lovely creature's adornments. "Are you really, or is the smile you're wearing just part of your mask?" He certainly wasn't one who was practiced in social graces. . . .
Aria took another sip, at least half of the liquid drained already, the soft smile still there. Feeling a more chilled presence come towards her, she figured it was just another coming for refreshments. Blinking, her mouth shaping into a small 'o' of temporary surprise, she turned to look at the speaker before letting a true smile form, just a hint of teeth behind the lightly glossed lips. "Do you think it is part of the mask?" She questioned back, before looking back to the crowd, the soft smile appearing again. One hand came up to brush back a dislodged piece of hair, moving it only so that it framed her face once more.
"It is really the music I enjoy, but watching people can be rewarding in its own way." Aria added after a few moments, her voice subconsciously musical, as was normal for her people. "You seem to be as uncomfortable as I. Lone traveler?" She asked, genuine curiosity coloring her voice, surprising herself about wanting to know more about him.
The musical quality to the woman's voice made Vincent yearn for her to keep speaking. When she countered his question with one of her own the elemental lifted a brow behind his mask. "What does it matter what I think?" The tall youth didn't sound rude, but his words were far from anything polite. There was a moment when they both stood quietly and watched the crowd before he spoke once again. "I would like to think that your smile is perfectly real."
When Aria started on about the people and music, Vincent didn't bother to nod in agreement. Instead, he silently blinked his mutual feelings: music was enchanting, but something about the people drew his interest more quickly. He glanced to the woman when she brushed her pale hair from her face, the shadow of a smile starting on his lips. Aria's question made him blink slowly in thought.
"Yes. I always travel alone." He stared at the girl for a few moments before tilting his head in curiosity. "Don't you?" It was strange to think that some people traveled together. Elementals were naturally loners - they were alone most of their lives and tended to enjoy the solitude. Letting out a breath that carried with it the promise of frost, Vincent shook his head and forced himself to think over the greetings he'd observed between other attendees.
"Forgive . . . me. I am Vincent." He got the words down, but he never extended his hand.
Alice half smiled at the stranger's warm and welcoming approach. He spoke soo casually. As if there was nothing wrong. How could he not see that there was definitely something wrong here. The faerie leader, wherever he may be, was soo foolish for thinking that feuds between races could be ended by simple dancing. Of course the masks bothered her. For all she knew, she could be dancing with her species' most hated enemy. But she couldn't help that warm feeling inside that replaced her nervousness. Whatever race this masked man, Nikholas, happened to be, he still had a way with people.
“My name is Alice,” She replied calmly, as if her previous thoughts had never occurred. She paused, thinking about how to answer the question about the masks. She didn't want to start a fight on the first day. Especially since she had just arrived. Getting kicked out would get her nowhere in her quest. However, the vampire despised lying.
“Yes, the masks do bother me,” She replied, in a tone that dared Nikholas to object, “If you ask me, it seems cowardly to hide behind masks. If the faerie leader wanted to create eternal peace between all the races, he should have chosen a less foolish approach.”
The smile faltered when he asked why his opinion mattered. To most it probably didn't, but the mermaid wasn't most. It brightened though, back into the genuine one she had flashed before, as he spoke again, possibly unknowingly complimenting her. Raising the glass, she drained the remaining liquid, turning to let a server refill the glass. From the corner of her eye, even as it was hindered slightly by the mask, she attempted to study the male. He certainly did seem more the loner type than anything.
"I used to travel, under what I assumed was my exile from my family. Now I have to stay put to lead my people." She replied, voice touched by annoyance, as she turned back to watch the crowd, head bobbing minutely to the tune of the music. The small grin turning wistful as she thought back to when she had traveled freely, as she felt she was supposed to. Water wasn't meant to be contained in one place, it was supposed to move and flow, ever changing. Blinking as she heard the other speak again, she almost missed the words. Chuckling a little, he seemed so uncomfortable with people. "Nothing to forgive. I am Aria." She said in turn, empty hand lifting the side of her dress delicately as she curtsied to him.
Upon seeing the curtsie Vincent bowed slightly. Her graceful movements were like water itself - smooth and free, trapped only by the surroundings. The tall male made an immediate decision: he rather liked this girl. "You traveled under an assumed exile?" Vincent accepted a glass of something almost clear and bubbly, a wary look on his face. Despite his interest in the drink, he was still willing to keep his position and speak with Aria. "I wouldn't be able to survive if I couldn't travel." That was both a personal preference and one of survival: with the change of season most elementals moved on to a more comfortable climate. Vincent was risking everything by coming to this summer celebration.
Carefully sipping the drink the male was surprised by the taste. He wasn't one to have "drinks" often. The ice elemental lived on whatever he could find . . . and you didn't just find a tall-stemmed glass with something expensive in it just sitting in the middle of the wilds. It tasted strange, and the bubbles were . . . certainly different.
Without showing his surprise Vincent managed to turn his red eyes back to Aria as she had her glass refilled. "Were you really exiled?" Once again his lack of social graces could have been harmful: he wasn't afraid to ask a sensitive question. Apparently the elementals were brutally blunt with their questions and conversations. Why waste time of frivolous pluff?
With a frown the elemental reached up to gingerly wipe away a bead of water from his jawline. It was a bit warm for his liking . . . but that wasn't on his mind as he found his eyes lingering on Aria. He couldn't help but ponder who she was and where she came from.
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Ajon shook silver hair from his face in irritation. "No thank you," he hissed at the server who offered him a drink. He might enjoy the occasional drink back home, but here he wasn't willing to take someone else's cup. Besides: these glasses were far more delicate than the wooden, travel-built mugs that his own kin used. He might end up breaking the thing just by picking it up.
Irritated that everyone kept trying to soothe him and offer him drinks, the elven leader stepped toward the wall to discourage further conversation from the older woman who seemed to enjoy blabbering on about the winds from the North. "Please. Excuse me." His words were more of a growl that made the elder blink in surprise and move on to find someone else to talk to.
Ajon raked a hand through his silver hair, growling a few things in his own tribal tongue. It was different being surrounded by strangers. In his nomadic tribe everyone knew everyone else: there was no question of loyalty or intention. Here, everyone was a wild card that had their own background and no ties to any sort of loyalty. That was one of the reasons they were all gathered together: they were going to create some sort of network so they could make peace.
Peace. Darkholme wrinkled his nose at the thought before turning down yet another drink. The brisk motion of his hand almost knocked the tray away from the server, but didn't quite manage it. "I am doing very well on my own, thank you." He didn't want some sort of drink changing his view on the happenings of the night.
