~ Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll ~
Name a position, pick a drug, list a band: I've likely experienced it before at least once. And if I haven't. The night is still young.
~ Fire and Dragons ~
I am the fire witch. I am the all consuming passion. I am unbridled rage. I am raw emotion cooking high.
Tzimisce are Azhi Dhaka. The Azhi Dhaka are Dragons. We are either sleeping or awake.
Temperaments that oft change suddenly.
~ The Hidden Truth ~
Fae in the mirror. Ghosts in the attic. Demons at church. The world is a beautiful and majestic place. I want to reach out and kiss you.
~ The Sects ~
Can we save the world without the price of blood to show for it?
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~ The Beautiful Dance of Knives ~
- Prince Torvik aka DJED ~ Intelligent, sensible, has a good grasp of politics and has a fine taste in music. However, at the end of the night are you really a Prince or just a manager at the local movie theater? Your diet soda was flat and your popcorn was light on butter. Fix your own concessions before attempting to fix the world. I do not envy you. The title of Prince is punishment enough, compared to retaliation over any grievances... and you know it. Enjoy your suffering.
- Silvana aka Miss Vega ~ Observant, reserved, and a social butterfly. While your leash might allow you run the gambit on the Praxis's yard, at some point a slave is always a slave. A tool is merely a tool; no matter how beautiful it might be or the utility in which it serves. When offered freedom, you claim your gilded cage is preferred. Perhaps your wings are already clipped? No matter the choice... it is yours. I hope it's yours...
- Madeline aka Keeper ~ I've known enough Toreador in my life to state that many sculpt themselves in layers. They are very much like the Tzimisce. We enjoy art, dance, refined entertainment. The most presentable and charming exterior is always presented. A proper host must be kind and courteous. The difference is, Dragons cultivate the flesh, and Toreador cultivate the soul. However, as much as you try to hide it; I know that a deep darkness hides within you. I've personally seen it. But let it be known, I'll still respect you even when your facade drops.
~ The Hopeful Beats of Hearts ~
- Lucius aka Mr. Milano ~ Arrogant, rich, world-hating... I'd call you the next taxi straight to hell, but something about you keeps me coming back for more. I don't like how you disrespect me. However, I try and believe it's an Italian thing. They call it Machismo. We are both stubborn, headstrong and control our world's around us. Sometimes I question if it's love, or if we are only using each other. That merely one of us is wrapped around the other's finger. In the end, as long as you keep up your end of the bargain... I'll keep mine. Your sweet in that way. And I can forgive you for being an asshole at times because I can be such a bitch.
~ The Steady Walk of Friendship ~
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