♥Introduction♥

In another world, during another time. In a world of magic where kingdoms are separated by others by thick forests and mountains, some completely isolated from others. A world constantly thrown into war. Many fight for the people, to bring down oppression.

The current king of the land, a cruel king, wanting all magic for himself, has tried to destroy all that had some sort of magical gift.

Many tried to escape, and many have failed. He thinks that he has won, but still many have been isolated and are still in hiding. In the midst of it all is this mansion, owned by a vampire. It is well hidden, and remains a refuge for those of certain magical ability.

While it is relatively unknown, especially to the human staff, of their master's true identity, especally the fact that he is a vampire, they still feel much safer here then outside of the mansion, hidden from the eye of the evil king.

Who are you in this struggle?

♥Rules♥

- Follow all Menewsha TOS
- There will be absolutely NO Godmoding!
- OOC Chat will be done in the OOC thread
- No controlling someone elses character and no player kills (unless discussed with me and both characters)
- This is a litterate role play. Absolutely NO chatspeak or 1337 speak!
- Please write in full sentences as if you are writing a story
- Third person only
- All posts must be at least one paragraph, no one liners will be allowed
- Accepting active roleplayers, if you don't plan to be on often enough to post at least once every other day or so, please do not send me an application. If you are going on vacation, please let me know before you go! ^^

- PM all applications to me with the title being 'A Vampire is My Refuge'.


Turning Rules:

- Similarly to 'Vampire the Masquarade', no vampire can turn a human unless given permission by the 'head vampire' at any point. Penalty is death.

- All turning will be similar to what is used in the novels by Anne Rice.

♥Joining♥

Please send all applications and roleplaying samples to me via PM. When sending your sample, please make sure you send your best, since we would like this to be as literate as possible! When creating your character, please try to be reasonable and realistic!

Residence/Staff:

Residence and staff will be either vampire or human. Heads of staff, incuding buttler are all vampires, while underlings will be human.

Username: (your username)
Character's Full Name: (your character's first and last name, and middle if you want)
Alias: (what your character prefers to be called)
Race: (human or vampire)
Age: (humans MUST have a realistic age, vampires please be under 300 or so)
Occupation: (butler, maid, cook, ect)
Appearance: (description of what your character looks like, pictures must be links only please) 
Personality: (what your character acts like, how they interact with the other residence/staff/guests, how the feel about the master of the house, humans will usually fear him)
Bio: (how they came to live here, history, etc.)  

Role Play Sample:

Guests:

All guests will be human. Make sure to put that you are a guest in the title! ^^

Username: (your username)
Character's Full Name: (your character's first and last name, and middle if you want)
Alias: (what your character prefers to be called)
Race: Human
Age: (humans MUST have a realistic age, preferably over 18)
Occupation: (any occupation, will slightly influence personality and abilities)
Appearance: (description of what your character looks like, pictures must be links only please) 
Personality: (what your character acts like, how they interact with the other residence/staff/guests, most guests will be curious about the master and staff)
Bio: (history, etc.)  

Role Play Sample:

♥Setting♥

The mansion, upon arrival, appears as an old Western-style mansion supported by colossal marble pillars, white and clean as if they were only just made. The white-washed bricks gleaming in the day light. It is in wonderful condition.

When first walking in to the grand estate, the guest will find themselves in the main sitting room. A large marble-tiled floor, the ceiling here also supported by a row of pillars. There are portraits of the previous owners located on the walls of this room, and the artist is still unknown for each painting.

The sofas and chairs in the sitting room are made of wood with a soft down cushion on each, and covered in only the finest silks. The tables are made of a strong mahogany wood and some chestnut, but somehow they were polished to all match exquisitely.

From the sitting room, one would move into a long hall. Unlike the previous, Western-styled room, the hall has Shoji screens and doors along one side. The paper doors lead to different dinning areas, all of which can seat up to 15 people comfortably.

If one continues walking down the hall, they reach the main hall. It is a grand site, more than two-times the size of the entrance hall, but in all other aspects its twin, except for the giant staircase that leads up to the next floor. The staircase itself is also made of marble and something that looks like glass, it is speculated to be finely cut diamond. This grand hall is also the mansions ballroom, since it is the largest room of the estate, it is the best place to entertain guests.

♥Mansion Codes of Conduct♥

(Note: These are not actually the rules of the role play. They will not be enforced by myself or any mods, but they are meant to be part of the role play, and owner or residence/staff of the mansion may do what he/she sees fit as punishment within the role play.)

- There is to be no form of physical violence
- While it is expected that there will sometimes be arguments among those that just clash with one another, it is highly discouraged and frowned upon.
- Guests and human staff must respect and obey the host and staff/residence
- Guests and human staff must not leave their rooms at night, after curfew

♥Story♥

A light flashed in the in the darkened gray skies as wet dropplets poured to the muddly earth, making it hard to see much beyond your own outstretched hands. Pulling your coat tighter around your body, you search for your companion in the cold outdoors.

You had been running, running for days from your home town, where many were killed in front of you, but somehow you escaped, with the hopes to find a place out of the king's reach. To save yourself and your friends, the others who had survived the onslaught, the fires.

Suddenly, you are stumbling and falling into the thick mud. Dirty, coughing, you crawl forward, trying to pull yourself up.

Your hand reaches out to touch and grasp something cold and solid.

As you look up, you realize that this is the long, dark rail of a large, metal gate. A gate that you have never seen open before, but tonight it was, inviting you into the large yard beyond it, almost completely hidden from the road by the lush old trees about it.

You mutter a thanks to whatever gods may be listening, as you use the pole to pull yourself back into a standing postition and you walk beyond the gate, hoping the residence within will be your safe refuge....

♥Characters♥

Residence/Staff

Originally Posted by Alexander Linden

Username: Alexander Linden
Character's Full Name: Caelan d'Aseul
Alias: Cae (kai), the buttler usually calls him 'young master'
Race: Vampire
Age: 93 years of age, appears to be in his early 20s
Occupation: Wealthy nobleman, current owner and head of the estate
Appearance: Caelan stands at around 5'11", and has long blond hair, with deep, crystal blue eyes
Personality: Caelan is curious about many things, but has very little contact with house staff. He rarely talks to any of the human staff at all, and most have only heard things about him from other staff members. He is smart and well-read, constanly locked up in his study, or out in the garden.

Caelan only really speaks if he deems it absolutely necissary, but isn't above teasing house staff, more often then not, the one on the receiving end is a cook named Aaron. He is not sure whether this confuses the other, or makes him more curious, but he finds it to be fun whenever he does get a meeting with the other.
Bio: The d'Aseul family has lived in this house for generations, giving refuge to those who are fleeing from the power-hungry king. Caelan became the family head after his father died when he was 42, and he has been in charge of the house every since. Most of his history is wrapped in mystery, as very little is known about the family origion.

Originally Posted by Elegant Feather Duster

Username: Elegant Feather Duster
Character's Full Name: Aaron Sharpheart
Alias: Aaron
Race: Human
Age: 21
Occupation: cook
Appearance: Aaron
(the red eye is gold, sorry ^^)
Personality: Smart and rational, but sometimes a little to quick to act. By nature he is a very nice and caring person who loves to laugh, but is exceedingly loyal to and protective of things or people he likes. Aaron is very curious about the master of the house and has a knack for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.
Bio: Aaron had a rather uninteresting life living with his mother who ran a bakery. His father was presumably alive and traveling, but Aaron has very little memory of the man. He learned to cook from his mother and moved out when he was old enough to do so. As he grew older Aaron realize that occasionally his gold eye saw things a little differently then his other one, but he namely ignored the fact. Since then he has been traveling doing odd jobs for anyone who would hire him. Until of course he was hired by the mansion and its mysterious owner.

Originally Posted by shinigami2

Username: shinigami2
Character's Full Name: Shinn Rose
Alias: Miss Rose
Race: Vampire
Age: 110
Occupation: maid
Appearance: Shinn has long golden hair up usually in curls. She has sparkling baby blue eyes. She usually wear gothic style maid outfits to show off her pale skin.
Personality: Shinn is usually quiet but is a cheerful greeter to any guests or other staff. She feels close to the master of the house she prefers to stay within the walls of the mansion.
Bio: Shinn does not know anything from the time that she was changed. All she rememebers is being brought to this place and has never cared to leave.

Originally Posted by Cows Go Moo

Username: Cows Go Moo
Character's Full Name: Carson Dougall
Alias: None
Race: Human
Age: 19
Occupation: Custodian
Appearance: [Dave]
Personality: Carson is usually a calm person, thinking things through before acting, but sometimes over thinking. He usually chooses to observe new people from a distance than interact with them. He is silent when you first meet him, but when he gets to know you better he can be more talkative. By nature he will act nice to you, but it doesn't mean that he's friends with you, but rather someone he just doesn't hate. He can sometimes like to "debate" or rather argue when he feels something isn't right to him. He is also lazy, only actually doing his job when he has to.
Bio: Carson never really knew his parents, except that they were part of some sort of big business. He spent most of his time reading and developing his skills as a writer. Of course he could never finish anything and soon he was seventeen with no real merits or abilities minus the fact that he could touch things and know about who used it or touched it in the past. Like finding out about an enthusiastic glassblower from a vase or a starving artist from a doodle. Unfortunately, this ability couldn't be turned off and whenever had touched something like a memorial for someone's death his head would hurt, being overloaded with emotion. As a result he had to wear gloves most of the time. This didn't help with the job world since he couldn't really cook or draw or anything like that. Eventually he ended up being a hobo for a year until he was hired as a custodian by the mansion's owner.

Originally Posted by Junnith

Username: Junnith
Character's Full Name: Tenvoid Derlock
Alias: Tenvoid (Though SOME people INSIST on calling him "Tenny"...a pet name reserved for very FEW people)
Race: Full-blooded vampire
Age: Unknown but appears to be in his early 20s (It's rumored he's over 200, though)
Occupation: Personal Servant to the Young Master
Appearance: [X] - [X] - [X]
Personality: Tenvoid is a very withdrawn person, usually. He's very independent and stubborn, traditional in many of his ways. Though he is thought to be charming by many, he doesn't act this way purposely. He's very loyal and protective of those he serves or those he is close to. He's confident and unusually calm in just about any situation. Tenvoid's expression rarely changes from it's stolid state, but he will occasionally crack a brilliant smirk or grin, if someone manages to break his guard. He has a mysterious and almost twisted side to him that is rarely witnessed, but once in this state, it's best not to interfere with him unless one is extremely confident in their relationship TO him. Very few can snap him from this "enraged" state, so watch out...
Bio: Tenvoid had a very normal upbringing, really. Well, as normal as it could be for a vampire, one supposes. His family was good to him. Though he was an only child, he never really felt lonely when with his parents. He was really rather...sheltered, in fact. After he reached a decent age, he set off to venture out on his own, wishing to see more of the world. He was tired of hiding and shadows and wanted to explore. His mistake was being too trusting of how others might take to him and what he was. After all, pure bloods were quite rare in this day and age. The natural, raw power he harnessed, untapped, was easily sensed by other creatures of the night, wishing to harbor what he could unleash. One daemon, in particular, slaughtered Tenvoid's family in hopes of gaining his attention and his anger. He succeeded. The battle that followed did not go well for Tenvoid. On the verge of dying, the daemon planned to possess his body, taking it over for his own. He had already started a ritual, burning markings deep into Tenvoid's flesh as he seemed helpless to stop the process. His eyes darkened, the entire eye turning a pure black shade while the pupils glowed a bright red. Before the daemon could finish the task, a stranger approached and tore the creature down. Since the process he started was left unfinished, Tenvoid convulsed on the ground, slowly being eaten by the pure energy building inside him, the anger and pain of the daemon and the sheer power trying to take over his form. His savior, the Lady Jezebel Sumire, managed to contain the 'remains' of the daemon, his soul's energy burning only in Tenvoid's arm. Her mark now rested over his heart as he pledged to serve her for the rest of his days and his face turned stone cold as he failed to find reason to express himself, anymore. Contained, the markings on his arm acting as a special binding, Tenvoid could still sometimes lose himself to the energy, being temporarily possessed by it, leaving him in a crazed state, as explained above, but those he closely trusts with his life, being very few people, are able to pull him from this state if they are able to get close enough to the marking Jezebel left over his heart. Presently, Tenvoid is serving under the Young Master's care, guarding the gent with his life as the Lady Jezebel has instructed of him. He has been under the Young Master's care for a few decades, now, and has come to rather...enjoy the position...

♥Characters♥

Guests

Originally Posted by Den ro

Username: Den Ro
Character's Full Name: Demitri Artois
Alias: Demitri
Race: Fullblood vampire
Age: Ancient
Occupation: A Duke from a far off land
Appearance: http://i31.tinypic.com/2me4t34.jpg
Personality: Arrogant, slightly self absorbed, a bit blood thirsty, a flirt, and kind of conceded.
Bio: Darkness had always flowed in swirling waves even while he was a human some thousands of years ago before his new life as a creature of the night. Resting peacefully in his bed after a hard day of running the local merchants around to his whims like a bunch of chickens with their heads caught off. This melee found him short of breath and reaking of the scent of gold pieces, counting them one by one, his ice blue eyes would be entranced by them so much that he hypnotized himself and awoke in the middle of the night in his bed. There was a loud noise outside of his manor, before he could get out of bed, there was a wave of woodchips that were once his door, and no he found himself staring into the eyes of three vampires two female one male. Still in a daze Demitri's vision was blurry but he saw the male wave his hand toward him and the females jumped Demitri soon draining the blood him.

A few nights after that dreadful night he found himself awake in a strange room surrounded by his attackers.
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The years would fly by, bloodshed, feeding, learning to control himself from being some menace too the world around him, and too avoid being destroyed by the hunters of the world who would surely come for him if he were too be to obtuse in his actions.

Aaron yawned a little and continued kneading the dough under his hands. "So what IS the master of the house really like?" He spoke the question out loud to the other staff around him who where preforming various tasking of cooking that he had directed previously. "I heard he was scary" a couple of them replied with a look of nervous fear. Aaron found he could get no better response and he grumbled under his breath. "I want to know."

He twisting the dough out into a long tube and sliced even gashes in the top with a knife before he laid it out on a metal tray and placed it in the oven. Wiping his hands on the white apron around his waist he sighed a little and moved towards the table.

Like a ghost the butler appeared in the doorway a few feet away and Aaron had to stop himself from jumping in surprise. "The Young Master has requested some dinner." The words came from the butler's lips in a smooth stream that spoke of years of calmness. Aaron had wondered when he first met the man if it was even possible to get him angry. "Yes sir." Aaron replied and nodded. "I will bring some food up to the master's room in a short while." The pair inclined at the waist a notch and bowed to each other, then turned away to preform whatever business they needed to do.

A short while later, Aaron has woven his way through the working kitchen and collected a bowl of meat soup, a generous piece of bread, butter, some scrambled eggs and a bowl of fruit. He looked at the watch resting in the front pocket of his apron and nodded. "Mary, please take that bread out of the oven in 20 minutes." He said loudly to one of the women, and walked out the door with the tray of food. It was easy by now to traverse these halls, he had made a very pointed effort to memorize them, and the location of the master's room, as soon as possible. When he stood before the room's door he looked at it for a long moment before knocking on the wooded frame around the door. "Dinner sir." He said politely. As was usual, he expected the door to open a crack, and he would pass the tray in. He had never actually seen the man's face to date and it irked his curiosity.

Caelan d'Aseul, the current head of the d'Aseul family, the youngest head ever, shifted in his room. He had been pacing about his room for at least half an hour, waiting for dinner. It's not like he was demanding or anything, no, the fact was that he would rather be in his study, but since he always took his meals in his room he didn't want to confuse the young cook who usually brought him his meals. The new cook, he remembered. He knew that the buttler had recently highered him to work at the mansion.

But, he seemed to be late at the moment, the first time since he had started work here. Caelan did not know the cooks name, or anything about him for that matter, except for that he was more often then not punctual.

Caelan sighed, boredom setting in as he ran a hand down a line of the silken sheets on his neatly made bed. Miss Rose must have made the bed earlier when he was in the garden.

A few more moments passed, and he was walking to the door, ready to go to the kitchen to look for something to eat on his own, when there was a knock on the door.

He swung the door open, only a little two quickly, expecting to startle his guest.

"You're late," he said in a bored tone, eyeing the man holding a tray of food. He looked down at the tray for a moment. Same thing he had for dinner yesterday.

"What is this?"

Aaron took a step back and laughed in an embarrassed manor. "Sorry.. master. I came as fast as I could, but it's busy down there and I have to direct a lot of people." He fell silent realizing that excuses were likely not what the man across from him wanted to hear. "It's food." He said calmly and blinked, meeting his eyes. "If it's not to your taste I can retrieve or make something different."

'So this is him huh? Different then I thought, but nothing ever is what I believe it will be.' He thought silently and examined the master of the house.

Caelan leaned back against the doorframe, looking down at the tray of food once more. He stared at it for a moment, and with his right hand he held out, holding it above the tray for a moment before he lifted a peice of fruit out of the bowl, the juices slightly dripping down his hand and onto his wrist.

"I had the same thing for dinner yesterday," he explained, lifting the fruit to his lips and taking a bite, before standing straight and pulling away from the door.

He began to walk down the hall towards his study, after pulling a napkin off the try and wiping the juice off his hand and wrist.

"Follow me," he said, not looking back at the cook, and expecting him to close the door himself.

Aaron took a step to follow the other man, but glanced at the open door and managed to push it in the shut direction with his elbow as he trotted by.

"Ah sorry." He spoke at the retreating back. "If you want me to get something else I can. Honestly I have not a clue what you would prefer to eat, or I would make something better fitting to your tastes."

Aaron managed to catch up to the other man and walked beside and a step behind him in silence.

Caelan raised and eybrow, looking at the other man as he fell into step beside him. He almost laughed at the question as it was asked. He was being so formal.

The corner of his mouth tilted up slightly, and a light chuckle escaped his lips, "What's your name, kid?"

Aaron looked up from the tray to the face beside him. "Me? I'm Aaron Sharpheart ... sir."

He shifted a little uneasily, it was difficult for him to keep up the formality, but this was the master of the house and unless notified otherwise he intended to be as respectful as possible.

"May I ask you the same?"

Still smiling, the blond took another peice of fruit from the try as they reached the study and he pushed the door open.

"You mean you don't know who you are working for?" He questiong, mostly jokingly, as he pointed to the table on the other side of the large study, beside a shelf of books that took up that entire wall.

He crossed the room toward the large bay window, overlooking the garden.

"Well, Aaron, I am Caelan, the seventeenth head of the House d'Aseul."

Aaron laughed a little and shook his head. "I've heard Master, and Young Master and I've seen your last name before somewhere, but I didn't know your first."

As directed he moved towards the table and set down the food, hesitating for a moment before taking a seat in the chair beside it. "Well nice to meet you. In all honesty I wasn't quite sure what to expect..." He trailed off and looked with curiosity at Caelan, superimposed against the fading sunlight coming through the window.

"Hmm, well I don't usually talk to anyone but the buttler, so I wouldn't expect anyone to know much about me. I'm usually here in my study, or in the garden."

After that had been said, he turned back around to see Aaron sitting at the table. He hadn't expected the other man to sit down, but he said nothing of it as he joined the other at the table.

"I much prefer roasted chicken or a steak, almost completely rare. But these fruit bowls are always nice."

He picked up a peice of bread and took a bite of that, as he used his free hand to to search for a book on the shelf beside him, not turning to look as his hand gripped the spin of a large, green, leather-bound book.

He pulled it off the shelf, and dropped it onto the table with a light thud.

"So you are the new head cook, right? How old are you?" he asked, opening up the book and begining to read, still eating the bread. He pushed the spoon toward Aaran, hoping he would try the soup.

Aaron nodded in silence, he had guessed that the master kept to himself, being as no one seemed to know much about him. That or they weren't talking.

He watched Caelen walk towards him and nodded. "Good to know. I'll remember it. If the future if you want to give your messenger an order for food, I could probably make something you'd prefer. I make the bread myself, its a family thing, but I've learned a good bit about cooking other foods."

Aaron's eyes followed the hand that rose to the shelf and the book that was consequently dragged down from there. Picking up the spoon with a questioning glance he replied. "I am the head cook, yes. Oh... 21." He chuckled a little, having not expected to be asked his age. "Does it matter?"

Carson yawned, blinking as he realized that he had dozed off a bit. He was standing inside on of the guest bathrooms, mopping the floor. This one was particularly clean, lucky for him. He walked over to where the tub was, pulling his cart along with him. He picked out a sponge and cleaner, stepping inside his tub. He gazed at the tub, looking for any sort of visible germ or grime. There was none, but of course he knew he might get scolded as usual. Well, he could do it later right? He stepped into the tub, sitting down and leaning back. Even if it held a few germs it seemed to be sleep worthy.

"Not really," Caelan replied to Aaron's question. He was still looking over the book, but a moment later, he looked up.

"Are you going to eat the soup or not? You might as well, can't let it go to waste."

At that point, Aaron was laughing a bit, "What? Never met a reader?"

"Oh... right." Aaron looked down at the soup and shrugged, taking a spoonful. He dragged the curved metal off his tongue slowly, considering the flavor. 'Maybe a little more salt next time' he thought, unable to rid himself of a chef's mentality.

Eyes once again flicking from the book to Cae's face, he smiled softly. "No I've seen enough readers. That wasn't why I was laughing."

He lifted the hand he had been using to flip the pages of the book until his pointer finger poked Aaron's forehead.

"Didn't expect me to offer you dinner then, love?" he smirked, pulling his hand away and standing back up. He pushed the chair back under the table and put the book away, having found what he had been looking for already.

" Do you have other things to tend to right now?"

Aaron stared at the finger and tried unsuccessfully to evade its touch.

"Well not really. I was going to eat when I got back downstairs." He glanced up with a start when the other man called him love.

"I er... what are you going to eat?" He spoke quickly to cover the moment. "You had some fruit and bread, it's not much. I could make something better if you want and bring it back up." He took a breath looked at the other man and continued more slowly after a pause. "Oh...things to tend to... well I guess, but they probably don't really need me..." He looked at his hands, realizing he didn't really want to leave at the moment, but standing up slowly anyway.

Shinn Rose walked in from tending to the gardens her bright blue eyes tired and dimmed and her blonde hair tangled with weeds. She quickly removed the weeds and threw them out. Then made her way into the hall to finish cleaning the upstairs rooms.

She sighed heading to the cleaning closet to retrieve her dusting cloth.

Caelan stretched a bit, "I'll get something from the kitchen right now before I go out to the garden."

It was already dark out by now, so he would be fine outside now anyway.

"You can take the tray back now, and if you're not too busy, you can join me?"

Aaron perked up a little and smiled. "Oh alright. Sounds like a plan I guess."

He gathered up ll the items from the tray and picked up the entire bunch, turning towards the door with a glance over his shoulder. "If you want me to pick something up in the kitchen and meet you I can, the staff seemed a little... 'apprehensive' about you from what I can tell." He shrugged and started walking again.

Shinn paused half-way down the stairs then she spotted Aaron she had seen him around before but never really talked to him. She walked all the way to Aaron swiftly as she spoke "Here let me take that in for you. Our master is calling for you"

She smiled taking the tray from Aaron and walking into the kitchen.