Vampire Seme needed to take this troubled fledgling in, resire him (The same thing as turning their own into one of the dark, but only an ancient that has the power and strength is able to do it.) and teach him what being a vampire really is about. If you are interested PM me with your possible character information for a quicker response. This roleplay has A LOT of plot twists within it. So never a dull moment.
Name: Nicholi
Age: 20
Location: graveyard
Appearance: ice blue eyes that can change depending on his mood. Long black hair. (Dark haired man in the picture)
Race: newly turned vampire.
History: his maker left him to die, only because he is afraid of the boys dark gift. Calling it the death of the vampyre race.
(Wanting someone to play as the Red Haired Vampire in the picture)
Forbidden Darkness
Nicholi's life had been rough before he had been turned into this creature of the night. But after he was turned he found himself living in a nightmare. Being tortured every waking moment by his Sire. His Sire's voice echoing in his mind, reminders of what happened and what was to happen in his life.
-They will kill you, they will hunt you down like the worthless creature you are and drain you dead.- He was slowly beginning to believe the words of that bastered. Being thrown out on his own to more than likely die.
How could a Sire treat their youngling in such a harsh way if they hadnt wanted one in the first place. Maybe it had something to do with his dark gift. The possession of fire was rare in deed and very hard to control. Was it because he had harmed his Sire with his gift of fire? Maybe the man feared the boy now. But he doubted he would ever know the true answer to that question.
It had been three nights since he had been turned, his gaze lifting to the night sky. He was unknowingly on another Vampires territory. He had wandered all over this cemetery, knew ever rock and crevase. But he found himself in the willow tree in the middle. The only thing giving his hiding place away... A blood red tear that sparkled in the moonlight.
Alone... what did he do to deserve this?
A sound that echoed through the graveyard had his gaze flickering in the moonlight and turning to see what had made the noise. A tall dark figure was moving closer to the tree he was hiding within. He dug himself deeper into the shadows of the tree to keep himself from being found. Fear and hunger in his eyes as they were already rimmed with red. Who would want to let this pretty thing starve? Let alone force the boy to live on his own without any knowledge of being what he was.