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Meanwhile, Ilsa sat in silence, watching as her beloved daughter fiddled with the garish costume, and prattled on over things that the Duchess didn’t really understand.
“You look...utterly ridiculous, mein süsse.”
“I love pirates, because they have no concept of ableism. They’re all ‘Oh, you have no leg? Here, have a peg leg! No hand? Well, guess we gotta put a hook on that; give those bitches a surprise. Blind in one eye, put an eye patch on, no one cares! You’re deaf? Go man the canons you glorious bastard.’ They just don’t care if you’re disabled, because as long as you can fuck shit up, they literally don’t care.” Cordelia commented, amusement radiating off of her, as she continued fiddling with her genderbent cosplay outfit of Zoro from One Piece.
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yes-princess-julliet:
“It’s not like I have the time of day to hunt my own prey. Or are you saying that I do?” She questioned. Knowing full well being a vampire of the Kanopia’s . A princess to add had been tiring in some days and today was one of those. Looking at the cig in the other’s hand. She took it and place it into her mouth. “So what brings you over here? Did my mother , the queen request you or is there something your handling here?”
“What I’m doing here is between myself and the Queen, and therefore is none of your concern, kleine.” The elder Vampiress replies while holding out her ornate, monogram copper lighter.
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— evangeline was no stranger to vampires attacking her. she wasn’t a clumsy person, but had had her fair share of bumps and bruises due to spilt drinks for example. when the woman slammed her against the wall, the girl’s body literally caused some of the paint on it to fall off, the air getting sucked out of her lungs. big doe evergreen eyes were focused on the vampire before her, the veins underneath her eyes making the girl’s blood freeze. “i…i apologize, miss.” faint traces of her own french accent could be felt through her words, as the brunette tried to take calm breaths and not burst in tears any second now. glancing down, gaze tracing the woman’s finger on her body all the way up to red lips. “i can…i can pay it off of my wage, or…i can…do whatever will please you, miss. i had no intentions of disrespecting you.” evangeline inhaled sharply, biting down on her bottom lip, as she flinched a bit, the closeness between them making her anxious, scared and nervous all at the same time.
The Duchess is incensed all at once at the suggestions proffered by the terrified dancer, and such an insult manifests in Ilsa’s arm pressing even harder against Evangeline’s throat. “Do I strike you as someone who cannot afford another drink now that it has been spilt? Think carefully before you answer.”
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Kanopia’s expression was not one filled with mercy when it came to the human, looking at the young woman as if she were a mere inconvenience to her. “Silence it before I do” The queen said sharply to Ilsa, pressing her heel down that bit harder onto the slave, as if demonstrating that she was simply crush the girls head if the other vampire did not act. Kanopia watched with an unreadable expression as Ilsa went to work to feed, her eyes narrowing slightly at the sight. It was always something erotic, to watch another feed. And this certainly wasn’t something new for Ilsa and Kanopia as an activity, they’d spent enough time together afterall.
Sated, Ilsa steps back from the young woman. A slight dribble of blood is at the corner of her mouth that is deftly dabbed away with a handkerchief that the Duchess kept on her person for this very purpose. With an appreciative nod toward the Queen, Ilsa then gestures at the passed out human slumping over against the wall.
“Go on, your highness.”
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One of these days, Ilsa needed to reconsider all of these trips to The Fang she’d been making as of late. The unwarranted touching from all of the waifish humans was going from unfortunate accident to recurring annoyance. And this time, with her pricy Type O- blood cocktail now dripping down the torso of the young woman who just unceremoniously collided with her while practically running, has the Duchess’ own blood boiling. Without warning, Ilsa slams the young woman against the wall, her forearm pressed beneath the human’s jaw like an iron bar. Not enough to choke her, but enough pressure to bring the spongy veins beneath the supple skin of her neck to the surface.
“I’d hardly say this qualifies as just passing by, blood bucket.” The Duchess said, words still tinted with her thick German accent. “While we all know your kind a little more than creatures, I’m disappointed that The Fang doesn’t do more to train you lot in common etiquette.”
A pause. “Now, I had a lovely cocktail. Operative word: had.” The pad of a single skeletal finger runs up the length of the human’s bare torso, gathering some of the aforementioned drink beneath a black, dagger-like fingernail. “And I’m quite thirsty.”
— eve was just ending her dance on one of the stages in the pointed fang, long tresses of chocolate-coloured hair getting flipped back as she fell down to do a split, getting back on the pole for a few last seconds of spinning as the song ended. there were a few whistles here and there, even a round of applause as vampires eyes her up and down, and a few free humans. she felt like a piece of meat, emerald green eyes glancing down as she tried to get off stage as quickly as possible. just as she was going down the stairs, passing around the bar, the human bumped into someone, feeling a drink getting spilt on her. and since she was wearing the skimpiest outfit in history, goosebumps appeared all over uncovered skin. “i’m…sorry…i didn’t mean to, i was just passing by…sorry.”
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"You’re a grown Vampiress, are you not?” Ilsa idly replies while readying a cigarette. “Surely someone of your stature, with Kanopia’s blood flowing through her veins no less, is fully capable of resolving her own stress.” A svelte arm extends forward, with an ornate silver cigarette case in hand, open in offering to the grouchy princess.
“Oh my gosh do people not have any respect?” Julliet said as she storms through the door and marching through the place. Eyes looking around the area for someone or something to get her mind off from the hassle which had just happened in the past few seconds. “Come on! Is anyone even in here or am I just talking to myself. Come on out. I just want someone to relieve me of this stress. I promise I won’t torture you too much.”
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slaveluzacero:
The woman had this energy around her, enticing as it was terrifying. This wasn’t someone to mess with. It kind of just made Luz want more. Before she could even say something though, the woman barely wasted a second in shifting and sinking a fang into her finger. Luz gasped sharply, not expecting it, and the sting of it sent shudders through her.
She swallowed, her smile fading and her body going still as she watched, fat drops of her blood filling into the woman’s mouth. She didn’t pull away though, didn’t let out a noise. Not until the woman stood anyways. Luisa pulled her hand back, her still-bleeding finger now pulled into a loose fist so blood wouldn’t drip onto the floor as she followed her, “So if you didn’t enjoy the dance, is there maybe something I could do that you would enjoy?”
This was unexpected. Unexpectedly bold. And the Duchess turns slowly at the question, red rimmed eyes narrowing in annoyance. This tart must be new, she surmised, because only a neophyte would be so foolish as to approach a Noble without solicitation.
Or perhaps this girl had a death wish.
“Do you know who I am, fool?”
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queenkanopiax:
“I wasn’t aware, I had thought my own company sufficed and-” she then shot her arrow past Ilsa, wounding a human in the leg and making them fall to the ground. “Friends? Such a human notion…” she purred, gesturing for the woman to follow her “Will she suffice?” she wondered to the human screaming in pain. “Enough” The queen said lowly, placing her foot over the humans mouth, the slaves eyes wide and full of panic.
Riling up Kanopia was a pastime Ilsa indulged in whenever she could. And though she did so with delight, she wasn’t naive either: such a relationship was hard won. Forged over centuries, and with quite a few extraordinary demonstrations of loyalty. Nonetheless, Ilsa treasured their strange ‘friendship’, and quite admired the callousness with which Kanopia would regard humanity. The sudden offer of a bloodmeal on behalf to the Queen doesn’t go unappreciated, and Ilsa can’t fight the smile that grows as Kanopia looses another arrow.
The young human’s scream of agony is music to the Duchess’ ear, and her belly grumbles in anticipation for what was about to happen.
“Ever so hospitable, dear.” Ilsa says to the Queen, playfully, as her fingers tangle in the human’s hair, wrenching the young woman up onto her feet. Neck bare and perfectly angled, Ilsa’s fangs slip out and her jaws unhinge, embedding in the smooth meat of the woman’s throat. Sweet blood fills her mouth seconds later.
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Ilsa regularly indulged the sights and sounds at the Fang, and preferred it when things were on her terms. She hated being touched. And whenever a dancer, especially human dancers, took it upon themselves to place coy touches as part of their routines, Ilsa would always react with revulsion.
Violent revulsion.
So, the answer to the dancer’s pointed question comes in the form of fangs, clamping down into the flesh of the offending finger. Biting clean through skin, Ilsa doesn’t let go just yet, and a single syllable passes through through clenched teeth, “No.”
Blood fills her mouth from the bite, and dribbles down her skin--she savors the taste like a fine wine. Humans always tasted best with an elevated BPM, and the dancer’s heart was racing. After a few seconds she releases the young woman’s finger as the Duchess stands to full height, sauntering off toward the bar murmuring under her breath.
“Ridiculous.”
Luz always got a bit of high as she danced, the bass of the music pulsing through her veins, her heart pounding in time with the beat that blasted through The Pointed Fang. It was a thrill, feeling endless pairs of eyes on her. She liked being desired, being seen as more than just a pitiful little slave. Here at least, she was wanted. Craved. Her long hair flowed down her back as she finished her dance, a light sheen of sweat dotting her forehead, her neck, amplified by the highlighter she had there, glittering in the lights that flashed over her as she climbed down from the stage and made her rounds around the room, heading towards no one in particular.
“Did you like the show?” She asked, a sweet smile on her lips, her fingertip trailing along the stranger’s jaw.
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The queen adjusted her bow once again, lining up a new arrow. Not that she planned on shooting Ilsa. The queen looked down to the sorry example of a human “I’m sure that he still can be one, he isn’t spent yet…Still warm even. ” she trailed off “But I can’t say he smells much of flavor, but I have a refined pallet. You may indulge if you so desire” she then stepped over to press her heel against the body. “Is there a particular reason that you seek an audience with me, Ilsa?” she wondered, finally bringing her sharp green eyes to the other.
“Even a Vampiress as powerful as yourself needs the company of her fellow Vampiress.” A skeletal hand splays across her chest in mock surprise, “Oh...how you wound me so, your highness. I thought we were friends!”
“Any friend of mine knows I prefer my food raw and,” the pointed toe of her stiletto heels kicks against the dead man’s ribs, “...wriggling.”
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roxiebellex:
The blonde immediately fell into a submissive stance, her head lowered and her body loose, she wouldn’t make eye contact or speak unless told to, her nose wrinkled at the uncomfortable and painful grip to her wrist but she willed herself through. She’d had enough training to know that some vampires just simply didn’t go for the forward approach. This was clearly one of them.
“Have you suddenly nothing to say, blood bucket?” Unenthused by the slave’s sudden change in demeanor, Ilsa gives the young woman’s wrist another hard tug. “How curious that a bold thing like you will go quieter than a Papist during the Reformation, yet thinks nothing of touching a Noble Vampiress with a known disdain for humanity.” A pause as the Duchess takes a deep inhale from her cigarette. “You’re lucky you’re one of the...prettier ones.” She releases the woman’s wrists. “If you weren’t so aesthetically pleasing I’d request that you fuck yourself with a knife for my viewing pleasure. But alas.”
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With the speed of a viper, skeletal fingers grip Roxie’s svelte wrists with iron-like strength. Delicate bones beneath soft skin bend as the Duchess wrenches the blonde’s hand away from her chest. Red rimmed irises lock with a startled gaze, as Ilsa begins to speak, slowly and calmly, grip tightening as each word leaves her blood red lips:
“We can take it to the morgue if you attempt to touch me again, little slut.”
Roxie was in full swing for her shift at The Pointed Fang. She was very much the actress when it came to sex work and could be a chameleon for whatever client had earned her time. “Shall we take this somewhere else?” she wondered politely, yet her eyes spoke of something much more seductive “That is if my owner for the evening permits me to suggest such a thing?” she wondered, snaking a hand up the others chest.
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Watching from a distance, Ilsa couldn’t help the smirk that grew on her hawkish face. The Queen wasn’t unlike a caged tigress, pacing in circles with nothing to eviscerate. Once the arrow is loosed and firmly between the target’s eyes, Ilsa steps toward it, admiring the depth with which the projectile was embedded in the victims skull. Fingertips trace the dented skin surrounding the arrow, collecting the scant droplets of blood now blooming in the margins.
“You know, that would’ve made for a perfectly good meal.”
Kanopia was bored. That was all. The vampire queen had found her day to be slow as usual no matter her royal duties. The woman rose her archery bow and pointed her sharp arrow at a quivering slave who stood against a tree with an apple on their head. The queen gave a quick snap of the bow and shot the arrow directly into the apple without even paying attention. “Hm, I grow tired of you” she then sighed simply, whipping another arrow and sending it straight into the humans forehead- this making them collapse to the ground in a heap. Dead. “Much better” she hummed.
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about duchess ilsa
DUCHESS ILSA STEFANOS (neé VON DER WARTH) is a 587 year old BISEXUAL, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER here in Upper America. People say they look a lot like FAMKE JANSSEN. They are ELOQUENT but can be HEARTLESS. They are a NOBLE VAMPIRE. They belong to the STEFANOS House.
Born Ilsa Von der Warth, in 1433, she grew up in Bavaria during the tail end of the Dark Ages. Her family traced their roots to the great germanic clans of the past, and were now powerful Lords, holding quite a bit of land. They ruled over their fiefdom with iron fists, and regularly fed upon their servants in the veil of night...
Christianity was spreading like a disease amongst the humans at the time, the Von der Warths knew it was only a matter of time before they’d become targets of the rapidly growing hoards of zealots.
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Ilsa is fiercely proud of her vampiric heritage, and harbors disgust of humans, viewing them as little more than playthings for her amusement, or (since the 20th century) something akin to lab rats.
As Ilsa was not baptized, she was quickly labeled a blutsauger--a derogatory phrase that she has since reclaimed, and wears with pride.
In the late 1500s--as the suspicions about and violence toward her family mounted--she emigrated to the New World with a group of colonists as a midwife and medic. They landed in what would soon to be known as the Roanoke colony. In the beginning, things were good, until her true identity became known. For her safety, she systematically killed all of the colonists, one by one, setting into motion one of the most enduring modern human mysteries. For a while thereafter, she lived in America on her own; taking the next century of solitude for self reflection before joining with the next groups of colonists that arrived on the shores.
Since then, Ilsa has lived in America, watching the fledgling country grow from inception to the current day.
When the pureblood families revealed themselves to humanity, crossing the threshold of legend into fact, Ilsa joined rank, taking great delight into quashing humanity into submission.
She is now a Duchess to the Vallas family, having married the Duke Stefanos--merging two powerful vampiric bloodlines, and yielding equally powerful children as a result of this union.
FAST FACTS
[ Will discuss how she met and married Duke Stefanos when someone applies to play him! ]
Ilsa has always held a love of science & medicine, and is a brilliant chemist. Though it is not typically expected for a Vampiress of her standing, Ilsa likes to keep busy, and revels in her research into vampiric medicine. Using humans for in-vivo trials has been a boon for the her research efforts; as humans have long held little respect for her kind in the centuries past, she sees no ethical dilemmas when it comes to experimenting on them.
Does not love her husband, Duke Stefanos, romantically; and at present they each have their own wing of the Stefanos manor. The arrangement works for them and their children. They have a fake master bedroom, to keep up appearances.
To this day, she still has a very thick german accent.
Loves her children dearly and considers them gifts to the world: as they are extensions of herself, of course. She has very lofty expectations of them.
Has always held some resentment toward the Vallas family--particularly fore their pure blood. Ilsa does not know where in her lineage that human blood dirtied her own, but to this day it remains a pox on her legacy.
Ilsa is a chronic smoker: having smoked tobacco through much of her life, and she picked up cigarettes at their inception in the late 1800s. Rarely is she seen without one.
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OOC POST
Everything posted BEFORE this post is from a bygone era that I can’t bear to delete just yet. Sorry ‘bout it.
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Ilsa sits with her back against the gnarled bark of the tree, her head lulling on her neck. Otherwise porcelain skin is nearly translucent, with vasculature visible beneath the smooth surface. Her body appears frail, ravaged by starvation, injury and garlic.
With several well placed bulbs, the rebels smoked the Vampiress out of her home before barging their way inside, destroying every last blood bag she kept. Painting the inside of her home with wasted vitality.
Looking up at the owner of the two feet in front of her, and with a voice as dry as the desert, Ilsa can only manage a weak:
“...feed...me...”
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