Posts by Brylee

Full Name:Cole Neff Clark
Nickname(s): That is Captain to you, sir. Closer companions tend to call him by Neff just to irritate the unruly being.
Age: 31 years of age
Picture: [img width=368 height=510]http://blog.sight-management.c…ett_Neff_for_Daman_02.jpg[/img]
Description: Cole is the sheer depiction of chilled abstraction when it comes to his personality. His raucous manner not quite unheard of amidst the community yet somehow his crew remained, reluctantly towed down to each word in which escapes his tremulous lips for if not, he shall see to it that they never breathe his name again. Though do not let that unsettle you for the mighty Captain still falls victim to his own internal maelstrom of emotions.

Save for his "welcoming" attitude, Cole obtains the appearance of chilled vitality as well. From the steeled set of his jaw to the unsettling calm of his emerald gaze.His crew never knew when he might just lash out, practically crawling past his quarters at night so as not to disturb his studies. Those orbs in which others fondly referred to as alluring as that of a peacock's rear was set gravely with the stress of numerous nights devoid of sleep. Heavy bags soothing over the untouched paradise in which had been his eyes as it added to his age and quieted any teasing. His jaw was stained by the presence of stubble yet the alluring dip of his cheek bones still proved blatant to the straying eye. His full set of lips were usually tainted by the kiss of responsibility in which sagged upon his broad set of shoulder blades, leaving them in a constant state of sheer disdain.

His own silhouette is rather broad yet sleek, each generous inch carved to that of marble. The sun's constant presence concluding in the sun kissed glaze of his flesh, making the ragged pockets of scarred tissue all the more blatant.Though he hadn't the slightest remembrance of some, too overcome with the pale painting of ragged slashes to truly care any longer as to their sentiment.
History: I might get into depth or leave it untouched throughout the roleplay. Simply depends I guess..
Other: Ah, I could go for a decent pirate plot every now and again. Perhaps I simply have a weak spot for the vile thieving... :) Oh, and "Neris."

(Let's call her... Morgan.)

I finally reacted accordingly as I tore my fragile wrist from your stained grasp, or in the very least attempting to. Though your actions did reward you with more time to cease my efforts for I had spun to face you in both blatant timidity and accusation. "You could have told me..." I informed you naively, voice laced with a very fine tremor as though I were about to sob, or in the very least scream. "Or at least have locked your door." I pursued as I held my wrist to my chest as though comforting my battered security.

I had to give it to him...He had been fantastic at hiding it from me yet that also brought up my concern as to how blind I had become in his presence. Too usurped in the intoxicating reflections as to his experiences or the fond sweep of his gaze.... God, I was oblivious. I spared a moment and stared blankly to the young woman from over your shoulder as though assuring myself that she too had been real. "I-is she dead?" I finally inquired, not daring to lift my gaze once more to you for you had no right to see just how torn I had become by my realization.

The creature carefully plucked its willowy frame from under her bed and rose to it's full extent in silence. Chilling gaze consuming her frame in deep set inflection yet it made no move to harm her. Only lowered itself upon its haunches and accommodated her inquisitions fitfully for the time being. You may call me Ammon. Though never speak the name to your caregiver. I offered, referred to the young child's father in distaste.

My stiff frame visibly soothed just the slightest at that meager bit of information as I ran my delicate finger tips along the bridge of my nose with a subtle sigh. I was remarkably calm considering the fact I had just walked in on you whilst you were draining someone. My warm gaze fluttering up to you once more as I captured your gaze and breathed in a sharp sigh. Whilst hugging myself, I could not help but shudder before gingerly brushing past you into the depth of your living room. Kneeling before the young woman as I made myself face you ever so slightly, guarded expression peering down to her as I pressed my slender fingertips to the untouched length of her neck and sought out a pulse. "I am sure this didn't come out as planned for you..." I murmured soft;y to you as I felt it, weak yet evident. With that, I recoiled and glanced to your silhouette still outlined in the doorway in avid contemplation as to my current options.

"Hello? Is this Samantha? We noticed your little boy toy just left the house by himself. Shame if something were to happen to you or your little mortal." A rich female voice chimed over the receiver as sullen voices in the background growled out responses. It had grown painfully evident that some weres just weren't having it, striking havoc into the hearts of calm suburbs and complexes."Just how far shall we go is the real question..." she purrs and the sound of a car roaring to life is heard.

"Now that I think of it.." I responded breathily with a furious hue of scarlet in which dusted my pleasant features at your tremulous kisses. "I believe it was his own decision so as to keep an eye upon me. Perhaps his intentions were even more vulgar than even that." I giggled lightly, peering up at you in blatant adoration as your soft hands grazed my bare flesh adamantly. How many villages would perish if I did not drag myself from under you? How many angered bellows would be heard from the neighboring Gods.... and yet hadn't we earned this? I admit I was being selfish yet I just... My plush lips sought your own as I gingerly caressed the hollow give of your cheek. Lips drifting to your sleek jaw and with each kiss, my worries dimmed just a little more, providing me with long awaited relief.

A subtle chuckle escaped the beast at that as it shook its mighty head and tilted its head. With that, it averted its attention to your room in mild amusement. So many toys... He mulled before peering once more to you in mild inquisition. Are they all yours?

I released a subtle sigh and spared a moment to simply look at you. You did not look like a monster at all and yet I would never be able to scrape such uninviting images of you from my mind. It had definitely coaxed a meager yet invisible barrier between you and I, as much as I hated to admit it. "No...I am still willing to pursue talking to you. I've enjoyed these past few months far too much to simply run off from you." I sighed and carefully stepped away from the unconscious body to gaze upon the multitude of decorations amidst your apartment.

"I never said I was not scared. If anything, I am still trembling profusely but I did just stumble in upon you feasting. What surprises me is the fact I am still sitting here, calming down gradually..." I explained softly as I returned the favour, gazing to you quietly before noticing some well placed furniture in relief. Immediately planting myself amidst the cushions as I gathered a desolate cushion and hugged it to my tummy steadfastly for comfort.

A sudden groan gathering my attention as the young woman gradually rose from the floor and peered idly from me... her gaze settling upon you sheepishly. The blood that had once stained the tender flesh at her neck now had dried, crusting slightly against the punctures yet it would heal. Surely...

Would you mind pursuing your last post? Where he was curled up? Perhaps upon waking, we have already set off to sea. Instead of exploring the ship, he is caught almost immediately. Perhaps we can go from there. :)

I watched her dissipating silhouette curiously, noting the rather unruly sway of her frame as she walked. Clumsily dipping out of sight until it was only you within the room. I plucked at a loose strand of resilient string peaking out from the sleek fabric, gaze returning to you as I quirked a well groomed brow and sighed gently, curling up with care. "How exactly do you come across your....walking food bags if your title is to remain anonymous? It's not like you can exactly put out an ad for that sort of thing." I mused softly with the tiniest hint of a smile before sobering patiently.

Why of course! Thanks for joining :) I shall be looking forward to it.

I nodded slowly at that before laughing at the thought of trying to ask such a favour of someone. "Do you usually stick with the same individual? Or do you switch them out?" I inquired in blatant curiousity. Could they handle the blood loss? Or was it something much more demanding of their efforts. Now that you had put it in that manner, it did seem quite intimate to me. "I'm sorry for walking in. You have sated that urge now, haven't you?" I inquired out of curiousity with a subtle smile. Yes, I still shook but as long as those women were there, it was safe. You had lasted months without harming me so why should that change now?

(Hm... The Executioner)

"Drop him." A husky tone hummed from just in front of you as the stained brown boots were replaced by sleek ebony substitutes. My stance selectively dignified as I dropped my tanned hands at my side and observed the wounded young male before me in displeasure. Unsettling gaze flicking from the raven crown of plush tendrils atop your head, spilling fondly about your features, to the way you favored your wounded leg, as well as your shoulder.

"We are used to the usual rats but this is a new one, Captain." One male chuckled before releasing the injured individual with an excited glimpse to my features yet I betrayed nothing. The other followed suit, shoving him to the deck roughly before spitting and padding to join the rest of his flocking crew mates. This was their only form of amusement so why blame the vulgar individuals I had invited aboard my beloved helm.

"Where did you find him?" My voice was a touch softer now yet that was not for the young ...child's benefit? I had yet to see his features but judging from his malnourished frame, I suspected a young boy from the likes.

"We were checking our stock when we noticed rivulets of blood. Simply followed the trail and found him waiting." The older male chimed as I scowled at the naive report before gathering a fistful of those downy locks and thrusting your face to me roughly. Any wounded man would have thought to stifle the bleeding whilst fleeing... unless he were in a rush. The fact he had managed to stay aboard for so long perplexed me to say the least. Perhaps I would have to tend to my security measures rightfully in order to avoid another mishap.

All had gone mute at my rough treatment as my cold features hardened at the sight of you, virtually unreadable save for the fact my grip tightened. Satisfaction seizing me as my gaze caught upon the throbbing pulse at your neck. Fear? Pain? I commended the fact you remained level headed. "Shall we throw him overboard, Cap'n?" Jean inquired as I paused in my observation to glare chastly to the crew. "Tell me, Boy. How did you receive those wounds? One lie from your intrepid lips and I shall happily carve into you." I stated calmly. The only unsettling factor being the fact that I could not care less if I where about to have to gut you at a moment's notice. Now that I allowed you to see clearly upon my features.

(My apologies for the wee bit of power play there >-< I promise it's not a common occorence)

I bobbed my delicate head briefly at that before noticing your disquiet as to the subject. Therefore I scrapped it completely for the time being, tucking it away for a later date before scrabbling about my mind in an effort to conjure something else up.
"So how long have you lived in this apartment?" I inquired softly as my grasp upon the pillow loosened noticeably. Though my heart still crashed against its constraints, the shudders had grown few and far between. Leaving me with the overall use of my beloved limbs much to my relief. I knew I was still weary yet the sensation dulled after a few minutes or so.

I almost slipped up and exclaimed my surprise as to the presence of actual food in your home but I was not nearly rude enough. "I could definitely use a drink right now," I stated softly with a subtle smile before looking to the bathroom, in which the subtle purr of a faucet resounded from. I wonder how many others she was sold off to in a day.... I guess I would never truly know. It isn't like I wished to become one, I was only perplexed by her choice of carreers.

"Drained. It's been...what? Three weeks now. Keep this up and I won't be here any longer." I stated dryly as I wet my full set of lips. Chilling gaze fluttering over your silhouette in avid appreciation as they returned once more to capture your gaze. "Mmm, it is okay to stare, darling." I mused and tilted my head innocently to you, enjoying the rabid pulse in which flooded my senses.

Everyday it only seemed to get worse, the audible pitch more prominent until it drowned out all other senses. Leaving me to quietly grow still, not even a breathe betraying my livelihood. That is until I realized I was betraying my dead status and immediately forced the last reserves of blood from my latest meal to add colour to my features.

"Just.. sneak in just one packet of blood. It shall not disturb your scientific research in the slight. My stomach can metabolize it and they won't even know a thing." I hummed softly and offered a lopsided grin to you. "Please?"

Hm, perhaps somewhere in his twenties. Oh, and yes. He is capable of using his hands. :)

I could not help the flutter of avid relief as she informed me as to her covenant, settling back with a mighty sigh. "Understood." I stated, no jokes ensuing for it was at this time that I had to lie low. Play it nice until she brings back her part of the deal.

With that, I stirred from the bars wearily. Chilling gaze fluttering to her receding back in silent contemplation before carefully wincing and easing to the chilled tiles at my feet. Unlike lycanthropes, we were not little natural heaters so to speak. If anything, our curse only made us unpleasant ice buckets.

"D@mn these expirements..."I growled under my breathe before peering idly to that window once more. I had to admit, I was visibly weak despite how much I let on. Each morning was a struggle to crawl from my resting place. Each step sent a jolt through an aching, emaciated soul.
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"Did you get the results in from Subject 4218?" A scientist chimed as she smoothed down her muddled white coat and kept pace with your fast departure. Her bright blue gaze narrowing at the stiff set of your shoulders. "What did he do this time? You are sending mixed signals..." She muttered out of curiousity, patiently awaiting a response as to her inquisition.

It perked up at the mention and wet it's muzzle mutely before riddling itself useful. Padding idly about the circumference of your toys before gathering one amidst it's wicked teeth. The slender blades digging into the plush down yet it didn't puncture the actual plushie. Like that of a cat to her kitten. This one smells of her. I stated for it was the only one in which was not riddled useless with your own scent.

How old is this sister of yours, little one?" I rumbled softly.