servessithis: (what in oblivion?)
[Out on one of his usual nightly feedings, Vicente sneaks into a house through the window.

Five minutes later, he stumbles out in shock, egg nog dripping from his mouth.]


By Sithis... What sort of curse is this?
servessithis: (what in oblivion?)
Daar los zok tahrodiis. I lost ni hon daar tinvaak alun, ahrk I lost ni siiv naan aak do.

I faas I aal kos do nid ov daar sul.

[Translation: This is most treacherous. I have not heard this language ever, and I have not found any guide.

I fear I may be of no help this day.

OOC: He's speaking the Dragon Language from Skyrim. No, he doesn't actually know it before today and won't recognize it after today ends, but I couldn't resist, having been obbsessed with Skyrim for the past month.]
servessithis: (shock)
In all my years, I cannot say that I have ever encountered such creatures as the ones roaming the City. I thought it was my imagination at first, but they are definately following me.

This is the kind of trickery I expect from the likes of Sheogorath.

[He takes a quick turn around every few seconds while speaking.]

I saw one take the giant robot. He is gone. Simply vanished.

[In another one of his turns, he notices a gargoyle looking at him.]

I must go.

[/End feed.]
servessithis: (do not want)
[Vicente walks along town, sampling a few pieces of fruit he bought at the market. He pauses to look into a store window, curious at the Thanksgiving decorations that are on sale.]

Interesting.

[A guy standing near him then lights up a cigarrete. Vicente lets out a scared yelp and jumps back, relexively throwing a minor frost spell at the man's face before dashing off.

Once he's run off a few more blocks and turned a corner, he stops, putting a hand to his heart.]


[OOC: So, in addition to garlic, Vicente hates fire. In his world, vampires are weak against fire.]
servessithis: (pre-vampire)
[Here's something you don't see every day. It's Vicente, only his face is smooth, with some color, and his teeth aren't sharp.]

This has only happened to me once before here, and it has come at a most inopportune time.

[Filtered to the Dark Brotherhood members]

Brothers, we must band together in this. However, should anyone be affected negatively by this, I am lifting the Tenet against killing other Siblings, at least for now. Once this is over and things are normal once more, the Tenet will be back in effect. Also, do not kill Siblings unless they attack you first, or face severe punishment.

Stay safe, my Brothers, and may the Night Mother guide you.

[End filter]
servessithis: (casual)
[Vicente is wandering about town, for once not wearing his cloak. He does have it tucked away under his arm just in case, though. As of right now, he's ordering himself some lunch at diner.]

I must say, I think I prefer the City this way. It makes it much easier for someone like me to wander about.

[A waiter comes by to give him his soup. The vampire eats it with loud slurps. If one looks closely enough, they might see what looks like brown animal hair on his suit.]
servessithis: (orly?)
[Vicente has aquired himself a couch, which he is currently sitting on. More importantly, though, he has a vampire bat sitting in his lap.]

Let me see if I understand this correctly. You are a physical manifestation of my soul.

That is correct.

[The bat's voice is distinctly femenine.]

Is there any particular reason why you are a bat?

You're a vampire, I'm a vampire bat. It's cliche, but what can you do?

Do you have a name?

Yes. It's Adrienne.

Ah, you even have a Breton name. How lovely.

[/End of video]
servessithis: (casual)
Oh, this is happening again? Most delightful.

I wonder if anyone I know is here this time, or anyone from my world at all. I do miss the diversity of Tamriel.

[ooc: Anything goes. Threadjacking encouraged.]
servessithis: (smiling 2)
[Vicente is dressed in a black long coat over his suit, and his casual gloves are replaced with wool ones.]

Not bad. This sort of wear would be useful for expeditions up to Skyrim.
servessithis: (child)
[Here we have a small boy in medieval average-class wear. He's made his way out of the Underground and is sitting on a park bench.]

I do hope father returns soon, and brings back a fresh hog or deer. Perhaps next time he will finally take me along on one of his hunts, or I may accompany him to Bravil or Skingrad to sell the furs of his recent catches.

Mother says the trips through the woods are too dangerous, full of giant rats and even minotaurs, but I am not afraid.

[OOC: Vicente has regressed to his childhood for the weekend. He has no idea about his future vampirism or killing people.]
servessithis: (shock)
I've read The Lusty Argonian Maid, the original printing of The Real Barenziah, and many, many lewd tavern songs, and it's telling something if the things I have seen over the Network today out class them in terms of sheer raunchiness.

Interestingly enough, I personally have seen many related to vampires. I do not know how the idea of my kind as young and attractive sex gods came to be, but I find it amusing at most. The same can be said for the material involving werewolves. They have them in Morrowind, and they were not so eager to jump into bed with young maidens last time I encountered one.

[As he talks, a few ads and videos of the kind he descibes pop up.]
servessithis: (smiling 2)
[Vicente has a few chocolate treats spread across his table. He is currently sampling a regular chocolate bar.]

This treat, it is not bad. I don't think anything like it exists in Cyrodiil, or anywhere in Tamriel. I must say that the truffles tickle my fancy the most, out of everything I have tried. I wonder if I may find a way for it to be replicated upon my return.

[He looks at the list of ingredients on the bar's wrapper while licking some chocolate off his fangs.]
servessithis: (smiling 2)
[Vicente is out on the streets, in his cloak of course, with a bag of rolled up parchments under his arm. Said parchments are being left on car windshields and nailed to telephone polls.

He takes a moment to look directly into his device.]


You know, suddenly I feel the need to let everyone know about my home.

Cyrodiil is far less advanced technologically than the City, but it makes up for this with magic.

I have noticed a lack of the races of mer and beast here, save for a few citizens from other worlds. I myself am of the race of men, a Breton to be precise. Bretons are the result of men and mer intermarrying thousands of years ago, and can be natural mages.

Cyrodiil also has many more monsters than I have seen here, such as minotaurs and atronaches, just to name a few.

Other information may be found in these parchments.

[Video ends.]
servessithis: (do not want)
[Dream]

[Vicente is wandering through a vast desert, trying desperatly to find shelter, knowing that dawn is nearing. However, all that stretches before him are small rocks and shrubs. No caves for him to hide in.

As the sun comes up over the horizon, Vicente falls to his knees as his skin catches fire like parchment and his body turns to ash.]

[Waking world. Video]

[Vicente's red eyes snap open, but otherwise he shows no signs of distress.]


That was a particularly distressing one, if I do say so myself.

[Now that he's awake, he may as well check the network.]

[ooc: Vampires in his canon have nightmares all the time. After 300 years, he's used to them.]
servessithis: (smiling 2)
[After dark, the city is bright and loud. A lone drunk stumbles about the sidewalk.

Out of a dark alley comes Vicente, dressed in a pinstripe suit and fedora.]


Sir, I do believe I may be able to assist you.

[Green light comes from his hand and flows into the drunk. The drunk smiles at Vicente and speaks in a slurred voice.]

Sure... anything for you friend.

Most excellent.

[He leads the drunk into the alley with him. Vicente alone comes out a few minutes later, wiping blood from his lips with his handkerchief. Snack time over, time to get back to work.]
servessithis: (pre-vampire)
[A rather handsome Breton walks through down, looking rather pleased. Then again, for someone who hasn't seen the sun in forever, this is an opportunity he's not wasting. Not to mention the opportunity to go where ever he wants and not be recognized as a creature of the night.

He steps into a men's apparel store for a little while and comes out wearing a black suit with nice shoes. He's still wearing the pendant, though.]


Very nice.

[OOC: Vicente is a normal human for the weekend. Anyone may come up to him.]
servessithis: (smiling 2)
So, we are to get visitors today, hm? Interesting, yet promising.

I wonder if my brothers and sisters are here.

[OOC: Have at it. Everyone come bother the vampire.]
servessithis: (do not want)
Please tell me garlic is rare in this realm.
servessithis: (casual)
[As is typical for Vicente, he's out at night, about an hour after the sun has gone down. He's in a secluded area of the park, cloak drawn tight and appears to be waiting for someone.]

Dear Angua, are you here?

[OOC: Vicente and Angua are stuck in a supernatural Romeo and Juliet story, with vampires and werewolves.]
servessithis: (do not want)
[Vicente's basement is dark, as usual, but one might be able to make out a shape with gratuitous amounts of pink.

Said shape gets out of bed and goes to a mirror, moving like he's doing a daily routine. Also, the clothes reveal a pale body that's got some muscles on it, yet still looks sickly. Doesn't really make for a pretty picture and it's probably a good thing that the darkness obscures things.

The mirror allows him to see that he's not wearing his usual black.]


By Sithis!

[Video ends.]

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