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OOC MESSAGE: If I haven't replied, its literally 'cuz I'm an idiot, so just poke me. I'll also lose my muse fast if you seem disinterested in our plot.
IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE: My character's name is Kim Key. His twin is Kim Kibum.
RP TRACKER ✔ -replied | ✒ -writing | ✘ -waiting :
Taehyung - IC room ✔ || Soohyuk - clan office ✔ || Kibum - key & kibum's room ✔ || Kamenashi - mansion ✔ || Baekhyun - warehouse ✔ || Yune Sugihara - plotting ✒ || Calvin - plotting ✘ || Nam Taehyun - plotting ✘ || Yoondong - plotting ✘ ||
✟ KIM KEY ✟
22433 YEARS /// CLAN LEADER /// BLOOD THIRSTY
Red. A red blanket spills across the mansion's tiles like a waterfall of mortality. The chalky grout began to fill with the sweet warm scent of blood. The room darkened, illuminated only by the stars in the midnight sky; the moon being shrouded by a curtain of clouds.
A lone vampire sits upon the desk, one leg drawn to his chest, the other hanging over the edge; his breath coming in shallow pants, slow, almost un-moving, eyes crimson like the blood he spilled. A shattered wine glass glittered across the floor, blood dripping down his finger, a tiny trickle escaping his parted lips.
A human lay on the floor, not a donor, but rather an unwilling villager, innocent and scared- on the brink of death, their lungs gasping for air. No emotions stirred in the depths of the beast's eyes, not even as the humans body convulsed, beginning to change violently right in front of him. The mansion's halls filled with the pitiful screams of the desperate human, their pleas for mercy falling upon deaf ears; not a single pureblood would dare to interfere with this process. Not when it was Key, the clan leader who was doing the injustice.
The vampire overseeing the brutal scene, callously at his trembling hand, his expression twisted by emotions too conflicted to name. Perhaps it was a collection of emotions that pooled in his eyes with no correlation to one another, rather than a single one. Rage, sorrow, excitement, thirst, disgust. Maybe the abundant array of emotions was a direct result of him living for far too long- each situation evoking subconscious memories that his conscious mind has long since forgotten.
Soon the deed was done. The human no longer existed. Only a fledgling remained, crying, lost and confused on the cold marble floor, seeking comfort. The elite vampire tilted his head at the sight of his newest creation, already adoring his precious new clans-mate, "My dear child... you must be starving." He slurred, extending his wrist to the youngest member of his clan, smiling possessively as the fledgling instinctively obeyed, biting into his wrist.
It was the same as always. No consent; no sympathy. Key was on a rampage that would last an eternity.
As most people do when they age, he had long since forgotten most of his memories, being far too old to remember every little detail, especially the things that happened in his earliest years. His family? Birthplace? How he came to be a vampire? None of that mattered to him. The only thing that mattered to him was his clan and demoralizing the weaker race: humans.
In the beginning he was fine with the humans, or so he thinks; everything beyond the past 4000 years is a little hazy... however something had changed within him during his long, dreadful life. Something that filled him with such twisted desires and habits, making even his own kind question his sanity. That something had changed him into a monster that toyed, taunted, and teased anything but the pureblood race.
All that remains within the vampire is emptiness. Perhaps that was the reason why he created his twin brother Kibum. Created. Key had always desired a brother, for reasons he could not recall... it didn't really matter anyway. He used his infinite amounts of knowledge and power to clone himself with a mix of alchemy and forbidden magic, creating a twin for himself named Kibum.
"My darling brother... You are mine, do you understand?"
Perhaps this was his final attempt to filling the void that existed within him, since normal relationships had long since lost their touch.
-- under co.
