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    SANG DE VERSAILLES

    fleur de sang

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    NAME SANG DE VERSAILLES

    OTHER NAMES Fleur de Sang, Versailles

    NAME ORIGIN Sang is French for blood; usually said as Du sang or Le Sang


    GENDER male & unisex or masculine pronouns


    AGE Immortal; xx months


    BODY Borzoi dog breed (similar breeds are the Silken Wind Hound & the Saluki) & Vampire & Incubus & Warlock

    SKIN TONES pink, blush, pale

    FUR TONES copper, blonde, cream, gray, silver, white (more color means healthier and well fed, lack of color, such as white, means he needs to feed)

    FUR TYPE long wavy fur, lots of slender floof

    EYES deep violet, iris takes up most of the eye, there is a white corona around the pupil, this gives the appearance of two solar eclipses, the violet color becomes red, a carmine color, when his fur becomes white and he needs to consume blood

    PROMINENT FEATURES very thin, almost invisible when lying down, rubber nose, narrow jaws, erect ears when alert or focused, unique sight hound paw pads, legs wider from side view and narrow from front view, long arched back and hips, and "big ghetto booty," profile; very prominent facial veins, with upper teeth showing under flesh, large and high cheek bones


    POWERS water manipulation [60] shadow manipulation [10] invisibility [10] telekinesis [20]

    MASTERED sleeping, running (course), hunting


    NOTES intelligent, independent, aloof, affectionate, quiet & balanced personality, strong prey drive, gravitates to calm, serious, and quiet individuals, avoids loud, boisterous persons if able, mellow as fuck when he tortures- like a professional, stoic, stainless steel, sleepy, lounging all the fucking time, regal looking all the fucking time, prefers sleeping next to a warm body but rather would sleep alone if that body squirms or is yappy, woke up from his coffin in a chateau that's been swallowed in the earth with a small tunnel that leads up tot he surface, left his family to their slumber finding them uncanny based on memory, detached, hella powerful but also hella lazy and drowsy, strong prey drive incite maniac running and power pounding, extensive and prolonged use of power uses up energy and sustenance becoming weak quickly, a little slow- quick thinking quickly turns the tide in his opponents favor, not unkind but doesn't go out of his way to be so, isn't unnecessary, drinks and cultivates wine, flowers are amaranth and the red or dark iris, will sleep to stave off hunger, knows alchemy but secretly wouldn't mind a refresher, the guy needs a go-to blood donor


    ACCESSORIES Garnet, copper or bronze or golden tassel collar, fleur de lis center piece, ears to cheeks chain piercings, foreleg bronze cuff links with knives and needles holsters, needles and knives in them obviously



    your body and your mind argue

  • suga's back... back again !! come with the plots

    She has just left her family to be on her own, not that she has been a child up to this point, but has wordlessly cut ties with them, she will be traveling while also trying to figure shit out.


    She likes discussing things(life, philosophy, identity crisises) and I am also open to her training, she is open to trying anything. Except for maybe drinking blood.


    Although I would think it an interesting relationship if they travelled together and they were gaining something from one another, in Suga's case it would be he can drink her blood when needed.


    She secretly just wants a really good friend but doesnt necessarily believe there are people out there that can be that. It's an ideal for her and not so much a reality.


    She is awkward around families. But otherwise seems logical and while very expressive and even blunt she has an open mind.

  • suga's back... back again !! come with the plots

    yeah she has a poor view on family rn. She thinks blood chains you to people, not the loving cookie cutter image people make it out to be. Kind of like taking away your freedom, she will have a similar view or marriage but she keeps her nose out peoples business as long as she isnt feeling forced to feel a certain way or accept others views.


    Idk how much Suga would divulge of his past life but she would probably ask for better fighting training and express interest in poisons. When secretly she also just wants the bonding that she doesnt realize may go on.


    She has a slight bias against females and prefers hanging with males but that's because she is used to high school mentality females. Easily jealous, are you looking at my man you better not be looking at my man, that kind of stuff.


    I'm living for the awkward fam meet n greets

  • YOU THOUGHT YOUR HOUSE WAS HELL?

    V I S C E R A L

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    "My favorite stories are the ones where you think you know what's going on, that you have all the colors and pieces. You don't, and therefore are surprised and twisted by the answers and outcomes. It opens your eyes and mind to more colors and paths you were previously closed to. You don't need a compass for you to gain this sense of direction."


    Running in the plains, the Bleak Wilds. Dogs chasing a feline like heroine. Ah, but heroine is too strong a word for this situation. I'm not saving anyone but myself. True. And these weren't just some dogs, these are two hell hounds, starving. Thus desperate for the spirited, spotted gray female. Darker rosettes helped her weave and muddle the senses of sight in the fools, but their sense of smell is beyond her understanding. That's all they need to see.


    One is confident, lunges out, snags a rear leg. "Ah shit," she releases hoarsely, as she fumbles in her foot work though hikes that leg from the grip before it's cemented. "Not today.". In her path of running she halts quickly, with her forelegs acting as anchors as she angles and brings in her legs, then as horses do, she bucks them out into the forehead of the hell hound right behind her form. It's a flawed tactic, the hound is disoriented but it did not keep the animal from ramming into her, they both unwittingly swing themselves around the tall grasses for a short period until tripping and sliding in the field. The other hound temporarily confused but knows to resort back to his sense of smell to steady his mind.


    A little battered, but not so injured she can't start creeping among the cover of the grass in hope her scent is too scattered for the fool to know her location. But she knew better than to naively rely on that and kept alert, wary of her surroundings and the slightest of noises. Visceral, a gal with no powers. She didn't need them, she self proclaimed, though sure, they would be nice to have. Her spice, her ferocity however is what gets her this far. She's a smart adolescent thing, a decently quick learner. So she believes. She needs to, because charisma alone isn't going to get her out of a tango with a dragon let alone some ruff n tuff with some dumbass dogs.


    A careful paw is cresting some short blades of grass when the touch the surface of a rock. ... Ooooo More tentatively she fights to grasp this rock with her clawed toes, then after she thinks she has it well, she tosses it behind her. The dogs, Ha, scurry to investigate the noise with growls and barking. While she would love to continue praising herself, she moved on, alittle more hasty than before, knowing the rock was not thrown that far, just in her opposite direction. She hears them getting excited, and for a moment she cannot help but freeze, that fast? But it's not her they're ho-rahing over. They've found something else. Like a snake she lifts herself up in a most interesting way, only her slender odd self can do. Her ears flattened against her head and sunset colored opuses narrowed to the source. It's something, about her size? Running amuck, she sees white, and agh, for fuck sakes.


    The women whistle to at least pause the pursuit, confuse the canines again, even draw one or both to her position.


    SUGA ARCANIUM.   Sarangerel.

  • SANG DE FLEUR, JOIN, TRESPASS, OPEN

    SANG (pronunciation)

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    The ghost enters the dusty tops of the canyons, not so much a wandering spirit caught in the moonlight, but a ghoul shuffling before death. Naturally already thin, but now giant with fatigue and hunger. Food, but not just food.


    A sight hound he spots multiple smaller prey, but to waste energy on their numbers would be counterproductive. Pointless. Instead he is blessed with a brash mouth. Some creature Sang cares not to identify begins barking about borders, land, but the faithful footfalls would lead to thorn bit fangs catching the yapper.


    So gross to feed this way, but if he was going to start finding any sense he had to make do with such a desperate act.


    "Apologies friend, your hemoglobin does not go wasted," he grits and licks his narrow maw. The npc beneath him is full in the eyes but not dead. Though it had taken quite a lot to not finish him. Still Sang could feel fatigue and sluggish steps but it was better before this ship he took.


    "Now," he begins again with a smokey, clear sound, "Where might I be?"

  • SANG DE FLEUR, JOIN, TRESPASS, OPEN

    SANG (pronunciation)

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    The borzoi is anything but threatened by the hound that strides up hesitantly to confront him. Well, if it could even a confrontation.

    "Sorry child, but running on your land isnt really my concernor intention. I am famished and if I dont eat, am starving, those things hardly matter."


    Next is a dragon, a substantially larger threat than the first he entertains, for otherwise could be burned mayhaps? "oh I made it pretty fast. Do I need to accompany you to your camp?"

  • SANG DE FLEUR, JOIN, TRESPASS, OPEN

    SANG (pronunciation)

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    So grumpy this fat fuck. He hums as if thinking about the offer, the stretch of the canyon, it could be a long while before finding other sizable meals- artisans.


    "Sang de Versailles, fiery one. Or Sang for short. I suppose I will be staying if you're obliging"[/b] he treads past the benevolent male and offers him a curt smile before turning his head forward again and keeps pace beside the dragon. He keeps a fair feet always and ensures not to stride before him. He didnt know where he was going, this stronger personality did.