Recent content by Kristopher Mortas

(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...

Unseen beasts, indeed. Darkness was when he was alive. Mortals populated the day, and his kind- controlled the night. The darkness provided them a blanket in which to survive. But as much as he was blessed with gifts beyond mortal comprehension, he was also cursed. Cursed beyond...

(OH ITS MY TURN) "Money goes far. But not that far here, for that kind of person. You're dealing in someone who's money is second to what they really want. Things and influence. Secrets and trinkets. You'd be better off with a better offer than just a sack of gold." The Vampire cautiously...

Unlike her, Kristopher did reply... he noticed Silva leaving and immediately took note. Perhaps that was her. Perhaps that was where it came from. That old creeping feeling of familiarity of his kind. It was hard to ignore- perhaps that was something he should look into. How they could feel...

He looked around. He could smell them. Feel the hunger. Another like him. Another Vampire. For a moment, the expression on Kristopher’s face turned to worry. Something was amiss. But it faded. He had no idea who it was- but another in his presence was not a good sign. Something was wrong...

Wanted to do some Vampire related stuff. I had a storyline a long time ago, but it fizzled out. Powerful vampires and whatnot, maybe a cure for Kristophers vampirism, etc etc- or just interactions with other characters who have may never met a Vampire. Drop me a line if you’re interested.

His bluff was good, but his hand wasn’t. Didn’t win em all. But maybe some people’s pockets at the table over the course of the game were lighter. Being an unnatural predator had its perks. “It would be smart not to ask unsavory things in company you don’t know.” The Vampire pulled his...

"Profit doesn't help much when people remember a spear goes through you just as much as a poor man." Something about his face- despite it's marred appearance, signified that he may have had some experience with that statement. Or maybe he was speaking from experience himself. He looked up at...

"I don't have much time for hobbies myself." Mainly because, he was immortal for all that he knew- and currently, with the way that the world was and how it was unfolding, he needed to focus on staying alive. Among other pursuits. His hand wasn't great, but wasn't bad either. However, a...

Cards. There were easier ways to make money, but none quite as so... exhilarating. He had come here for easy pickings, perhaps a job to scope out or two. That, and some other things that were more important to him than money. He'd come here for hope and some information- But for the moment...

Sorry! Got busy with work and forgot to make a reply when I had the time. I'm back, baby!

Room for another?