Post by mira on Jan 30, 2008 0:14:55 GMT -5
Name: Gaven Lockwood
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Silver
Birth: June 11, 1283
Sired: June 11, 1308
Birthplace: Lockwood Estates, England
Parents: Reginald and Abigail Lockwood
700 Years Ago...
Boring. That was the only word Gaven Lockwood, noble of the English provinces, could think of to describe the ball initiated to commemorate the day of his birth. Half-closed, hazel eyes gazed out among the people, watching as they mingled with one another, sharing in the bountiful feast spread upon various tables. Of course, the maidens who's hand hadn't been taken in marriage approached him and curtsied, their father's introduced them, and he waved off a disheartened family to enjoy the rest of the ball or what they could. The ball, it seemed had been suggested by his mother, an attempt to find a fit woman to make his bride. She had always said, it wasn't right to be alone, but in all honesty, Gaven wasn't interested in finding a woman he would have to provide care and lavish luxuries most nobles would only dream. His goal for the time being, was to increase his holdings, amass his already bountiful wealth, which hath tripled with the passing of his father.
Impatiently awaiting the end of the festivities, the Lord drummed his fingers upon the armrest of his throne like chair. Strands of silver draped over his right shoulder as he leaned to the side, peering at the juggler attempting to entertain him. His attentions had been diverted however, his focus upon a woman standing out in the middle of the ballroom floor. Several men approached her, asking her to dance, though her cerulean gaze focused entirely upon the black clad man sitting upon his throne. Though her beauty was easily beyond compare, her eyes had been what captivated him, shining within the pale moonlight that filtered through the stained-glass windows. The crest of his family, painted within the windows, projected itself onto her flowing white gown, giving it a magical affect, though she hardly needed it. No words were needed as he stepped down from his chair and made his way across the ballroom floor, chocolate tresses his beacon in the night.
An unspoken understanding seemed to form instantly between the two on the dance floor, a single arm draping about the small of her back, guiding her slender form to his own. Gazes locked, fingers intertwined, the fabric of her immaculate gloves, teasing his flesh, seeming to call upon his natural urges. That one simple pleasure wasn't the end of several sensations that washed over him. As he held onto the heavenly body, a feeling of tranquility filled his heart and mind, placing him at ease, despite the rumored peasant revolutions. The aroma of honey blossom filled the vicinity the moment she rested her head upon his shoulder. Powerful emotions welled up within him, the very air within the room stolen away from him in her gentle touch. The stone floor disappeared, replaced with the downy pillows of heaven's clouds as the two danced about the room, the patrons that had once been a prominent figure within the party fading from their personal existence.
Engrossed in the moment, thoroughly enjoying the scent and feel of her within his arms, and the very sight of her beauty, Sir Lockwood had nearly missed the melodic sound of her voice requesting a tour of the castle. Contrary to the belief of the commoners that he lacked the facial musculature, Gaven Lockwood smiled with a slight bow of his head. Stretching out his arm for her to take, which she gladly did, the master of the manor guided her away from the festivities to the disappointment of several despairing families. Ignoring the paintings upon the wall, the armor guarding the corridors, and even bypassing the massive library of his study, one thought encompassed his mind. The bedroom.
Finding himself upon his bed on his back, Gaven Lockwood didn't know what to think of this woman now. Having shoved Gaven into his current position, he found her amazingly strong for her frail stature, indicating she probably wasn't a noble. Perhaps she was yet another commoner trying to marry into wealth, or perhaps one of the ladies at the local brothel, hired to entertain him for his birthday. None of it mattered the moment she straddled him though. Having removed her gloves, her naked fingers slipped between the fastens of his shirt, pulling the garment open, exposing his bald, chiseled chest. Gaven gasped as frigid digits grazed over his chest, caressing his flesh. Grasping at her wrist, the lord restrained her from her previous activity, "You're freezing," the man whispered.
The woman merely smiled down upon him, kissing his trembling lips with chilled bits of flesh, "Don't worry beloved, I have grown accustomed to the cold." Gaven had meant to argue, to insist that she at least enshroud herself with the quilt upon his bed. Those thoughts vanished with the caress of her lips upon his neck. Instantly, all seemed alright, a peaceful bliss cleansing the doubts from his mind. Strangely enough, he didn't even mind the momentary pain of an object piercing the flesh of his neck. On the contrary, he moaned as the woman pulled on his flesh, drawing the very source of his life from his body. His arms found their way about her back, drawing her form closer to his own. Soon, the peacefulness dissipated, replaced with a realization of death, though no fear tainted his heart. He merely waited as she withdrew from his neck, her lips stained with the crimson of his blood.
Nearly unconscious, his head lolling to one side, darkness slowly overcoming him, Gaven didn't see the object of his desire and demise pierce the flesh of her own wrist. He didn't see and hardly noticed her lean over him, wrist against her lips. Holding the gash over his own mouth, she whispered the command to drink. Revolted, Gaven attempted to turn his head away from the offered fluids, but the moment her rich libation touched his tongue, his thoughts overwhelmed him. A carnal lust for an object he had never desired sprouted from this moment, his hands somehow finding the strength to press her wound against his mouth. Gaven indulged himself in the forbidden delight, only ceasing when the woman forced herself away from him. Gasping for a much needed breath, Sir Lockwood dropped his head to his pillows only to scream and curl into a fetal position as an unimaginable agony flamed through his torso and gut.
Present day...
Well after midnight, every visitor to the ruins of Lockwood Estate had made their journey home or a nearby hotel, resting comfortably in a bed of some kind. All but the three brothers that had decided to discover whether the ruins were actually haunted or if had all been imagined. Michael, Joshua, and Tony Phillips, named respectively by age, emerged from their hidden locations. Having avoided the night watchman, entering and exploring what remained of the manor was all that was left to accomplish. Michael, the oldest of the group withdrew his camera from his satchel, excited about the prospects of capturing a ghost on film. The other two weren't so enthused. "Babies," Michael taunted his younger siblings before scrambling through one of the many holes in the north wall. Not to be outdone, the other two reluctantly followed their brother.
Three hours had passed since they had settled into a corner, awaiting something from the paranormal to emerge from the stones. Tony, the youngest of the group, had fallen asleep beside Joshua, his head resting against his older brother's shoulder. Yawning some himself, Joshua attempted to focus upon his brother, but the abysmal blackness that enveloped the three made it impossible, the moon having hidden itself behind the clouds. "Michael?" Joshua called out to his brother.
"Yeah, I know," Michael muttered with a bit of frustration within his voice. Lowering his head and flipping the flash of his camera opened and closed. He now regretted this excursion, having found nothing of interest. His head pained from the musty odors and the smell of mildew that lingered in the air, Michael leaned his head back against the wall, unaware of the sound of rusty, creaking hinges beneath the concrete floor in which the three of them sat.
Dust, mold, and mildew greeted the vampire, awakening after approximately one hundred fifty years of slumber. Having found the world to his disfavor and altogether bored with the pain and misery the populace seemed to place upon itself, Gaven Lockwood had found it better to take a long period of rest, allowing the world to reshape itself in more ways than he could have imagined. Emerging from the musty old coffin, his vampiric vision, unhampered by the impenetrable darkness, peered at remained of his home. The vampire's orbs of mercury gazed upon the dismal ruins of his beautiful home, his mind unable to concentrate on possible explanations for the estate's demise. A pang of hunger and the scent of fresh blood consumed him, drove him from his hiding place in the basement and to the room hiding three lovely little snacks.
The first had been easy pickings, distracted by a gray object in his grasp. It seemed the man was quite content flipping open and shut the little door on the strange item, enough of a distraction to swoop him away from the others and drain him within a matter of seconds. His disappearance hadn't gone unnoticed by the other two men, apparently his two brothers, a realization he had discerned from the memories of his recent meal. The middle of the three siblings, Joshua, stood to his feet, awakening Tony from his own slumber. Yawning and unaware of their current situation, Tony scrambled to his feet as well, only to be drawn away from the room, drained, and disposed of beside his older sibling.
Panic stricken, Joshua attempted to find his way through the pitch black room, only to have his foot step on something loose. Losing his balance, the middle of the three brothers panted heavily, fear nearly completely overtaking him. Cursing, the man grabbed at the loose object, deciding that perhaps he could use it as a weapon against whatever specter was currently tormenting him and his brothers. The object felt strange within his grasp, not quite what he expected. Not rough like stone, nor covered in the moss and algae that dwelled upon the rest of the stones in this place of amusement and exploration. Plastic greeted his fingers. The camera. Lifting the flash cover, Joshua depressed the shutter button giving him a momentary glimpse of the room's contents. "Michael? Tony?" he called out, inquiring of his brother's locations.
Though normally Gaven would simply feed from his prey, calming them with his vampiric persuasion, every now and then, he got these urges of superiority over his weaker mortal victims. Every now and then, he found it a bit amusing to taunt his meal, to toy with their minds, increasing their fear and therefor the adrenaline that flowed through their system. Often, he found that doing such gave these mortals a flavor that suited his tastes splendidly. In a low whisper, Gaven called to the man, "Marco..."
Joshua screamed, having never felt such a fear in his entire life. His heart raced within his chest, the man not realizing that such an affect was exactly what this specter of the castle wanted. Gulping, Joshua pressed down upon the shutter button once again, the flash lighting the room for a brief moment, exposing nothing. Sliding his feet along the ground in an attempt to keep from tripping once again, he shouted out once again as a voice to his right called out the word, "Polo.." "Leave me alone, dammit!!" he screamed into the darkness, pressing the shutter down once again. A flash, but still nothing. This time the voice came from his left, "Marco.." Reaching down to the floor, Joshua wrapped his fingers about the first thing he could find and hurled it into the direction of the voice, "You bastard!!" he screamed.
A shiver traced along the course of his spine, the chill of death's touch teased the hairs on the back of his neck. A warmth trickled down the front of his pants and along his leg the moment he could feel the breath of something behind him whispering, "Polo.." Near sobs, Joshua's quivering body raised the camera to face directly in front of him. "M - Marco?" Joshua stammered. "Polo.." the voice replied as the middle brother pressed down the shutter button. Standing against the far wall, a man dressed completely in black, a silver mane draping over his shoulders gazed upon him, his eyes glowing for just a moment after the darkness resumed it's position in the manor. It didn't matter however. Joshua knew the moment he felt the piercing within his neck that it was all over.
Having tamed the raging beast within his hunger pangs, Gaven situated the men into a complete circle about some twigs, branches and dried leaves he had gathered and piled up in the center of the brothers. Unable to manifest flames as some other vampires were able to, he had to rely on old fashion methods, such as friction and matches. Luckily, Michael had been a smoker. Within a matter of minutes, the former Lord had fashioned quite the admirable fire which engulfed the three bodies. Turning his back to the brothers, to him, merely a meal, Gaven ventured out into the new world, excited to see exactly how it had changed over the past one hundred and fifty years.
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Silver
Birth: June 11, 1283
Sired: June 11, 1308
Birthplace: Lockwood Estates, England
Parents: Reginald and Abigail Lockwood
700 Years Ago...
Boring. That was the only word Gaven Lockwood, noble of the English provinces, could think of to describe the ball initiated to commemorate the day of his birth. Half-closed, hazel eyes gazed out among the people, watching as they mingled with one another, sharing in the bountiful feast spread upon various tables. Of course, the maidens who's hand hadn't been taken in marriage approached him and curtsied, their father's introduced them, and he waved off a disheartened family to enjoy the rest of the ball or what they could. The ball, it seemed had been suggested by his mother, an attempt to find a fit woman to make his bride. She had always said, it wasn't right to be alone, but in all honesty, Gaven wasn't interested in finding a woman he would have to provide care and lavish luxuries most nobles would only dream. His goal for the time being, was to increase his holdings, amass his already bountiful wealth, which hath tripled with the passing of his father.
Impatiently awaiting the end of the festivities, the Lord drummed his fingers upon the armrest of his throne like chair. Strands of silver draped over his right shoulder as he leaned to the side, peering at the juggler attempting to entertain him. His attentions had been diverted however, his focus upon a woman standing out in the middle of the ballroom floor. Several men approached her, asking her to dance, though her cerulean gaze focused entirely upon the black clad man sitting upon his throne. Though her beauty was easily beyond compare, her eyes had been what captivated him, shining within the pale moonlight that filtered through the stained-glass windows. The crest of his family, painted within the windows, projected itself onto her flowing white gown, giving it a magical affect, though she hardly needed it. No words were needed as he stepped down from his chair and made his way across the ballroom floor, chocolate tresses his beacon in the night.
An unspoken understanding seemed to form instantly between the two on the dance floor, a single arm draping about the small of her back, guiding her slender form to his own. Gazes locked, fingers intertwined, the fabric of her immaculate gloves, teasing his flesh, seeming to call upon his natural urges. That one simple pleasure wasn't the end of several sensations that washed over him. As he held onto the heavenly body, a feeling of tranquility filled his heart and mind, placing him at ease, despite the rumored peasant revolutions. The aroma of honey blossom filled the vicinity the moment she rested her head upon his shoulder. Powerful emotions welled up within him, the very air within the room stolen away from him in her gentle touch. The stone floor disappeared, replaced with the downy pillows of heaven's clouds as the two danced about the room, the patrons that had once been a prominent figure within the party fading from their personal existence.
Engrossed in the moment, thoroughly enjoying the scent and feel of her within his arms, and the very sight of her beauty, Sir Lockwood had nearly missed the melodic sound of her voice requesting a tour of the castle. Contrary to the belief of the commoners that he lacked the facial musculature, Gaven Lockwood smiled with a slight bow of his head. Stretching out his arm for her to take, which she gladly did, the master of the manor guided her away from the festivities to the disappointment of several despairing families. Ignoring the paintings upon the wall, the armor guarding the corridors, and even bypassing the massive library of his study, one thought encompassed his mind. The bedroom.
Finding himself upon his bed on his back, Gaven Lockwood didn't know what to think of this woman now. Having shoved Gaven into his current position, he found her amazingly strong for her frail stature, indicating she probably wasn't a noble. Perhaps she was yet another commoner trying to marry into wealth, or perhaps one of the ladies at the local brothel, hired to entertain him for his birthday. None of it mattered the moment she straddled him though. Having removed her gloves, her naked fingers slipped between the fastens of his shirt, pulling the garment open, exposing his bald, chiseled chest. Gaven gasped as frigid digits grazed over his chest, caressing his flesh. Grasping at her wrist, the lord restrained her from her previous activity, "You're freezing," the man whispered.
The woman merely smiled down upon him, kissing his trembling lips with chilled bits of flesh, "Don't worry beloved, I have grown accustomed to the cold." Gaven had meant to argue, to insist that she at least enshroud herself with the quilt upon his bed. Those thoughts vanished with the caress of her lips upon his neck. Instantly, all seemed alright, a peaceful bliss cleansing the doubts from his mind. Strangely enough, he didn't even mind the momentary pain of an object piercing the flesh of his neck. On the contrary, he moaned as the woman pulled on his flesh, drawing the very source of his life from his body. His arms found their way about her back, drawing her form closer to his own. Soon, the peacefulness dissipated, replaced with a realization of death, though no fear tainted his heart. He merely waited as she withdrew from his neck, her lips stained with the crimson of his blood.
Nearly unconscious, his head lolling to one side, darkness slowly overcoming him, Gaven didn't see the object of his desire and demise pierce the flesh of her own wrist. He didn't see and hardly noticed her lean over him, wrist against her lips. Holding the gash over his own mouth, she whispered the command to drink. Revolted, Gaven attempted to turn his head away from the offered fluids, but the moment her rich libation touched his tongue, his thoughts overwhelmed him. A carnal lust for an object he had never desired sprouted from this moment, his hands somehow finding the strength to press her wound against his mouth. Gaven indulged himself in the forbidden delight, only ceasing when the woman forced herself away from him. Gasping for a much needed breath, Sir Lockwood dropped his head to his pillows only to scream and curl into a fetal position as an unimaginable agony flamed through his torso and gut.
Present day...
Well after midnight, every visitor to the ruins of Lockwood Estate had made their journey home or a nearby hotel, resting comfortably in a bed of some kind. All but the three brothers that had decided to discover whether the ruins were actually haunted or if had all been imagined. Michael, Joshua, and Tony Phillips, named respectively by age, emerged from their hidden locations. Having avoided the night watchman, entering and exploring what remained of the manor was all that was left to accomplish. Michael, the oldest of the group withdrew his camera from his satchel, excited about the prospects of capturing a ghost on film. The other two weren't so enthused. "Babies," Michael taunted his younger siblings before scrambling through one of the many holes in the north wall. Not to be outdone, the other two reluctantly followed their brother.
Three hours had passed since they had settled into a corner, awaiting something from the paranormal to emerge from the stones. Tony, the youngest of the group, had fallen asleep beside Joshua, his head resting against his older brother's shoulder. Yawning some himself, Joshua attempted to focus upon his brother, but the abysmal blackness that enveloped the three made it impossible, the moon having hidden itself behind the clouds. "Michael?" Joshua called out to his brother.
"Yeah, I know," Michael muttered with a bit of frustration within his voice. Lowering his head and flipping the flash of his camera opened and closed. He now regretted this excursion, having found nothing of interest. His head pained from the musty odors and the smell of mildew that lingered in the air, Michael leaned his head back against the wall, unaware of the sound of rusty, creaking hinges beneath the concrete floor in which the three of them sat.
Dust, mold, and mildew greeted the vampire, awakening after approximately one hundred fifty years of slumber. Having found the world to his disfavor and altogether bored with the pain and misery the populace seemed to place upon itself, Gaven Lockwood had found it better to take a long period of rest, allowing the world to reshape itself in more ways than he could have imagined. Emerging from the musty old coffin, his vampiric vision, unhampered by the impenetrable darkness, peered at remained of his home. The vampire's orbs of mercury gazed upon the dismal ruins of his beautiful home, his mind unable to concentrate on possible explanations for the estate's demise. A pang of hunger and the scent of fresh blood consumed him, drove him from his hiding place in the basement and to the room hiding three lovely little snacks.
The first had been easy pickings, distracted by a gray object in his grasp. It seemed the man was quite content flipping open and shut the little door on the strange item, enough of a distraction to swoop him away from the others and drain him within a matter of seconds. His disappearance hadn't gone unnoticed by the other two men, apparently his two brothers, a realization he had discerned from the memories of his recent meal. The middle of the three siblings, Joshua, stood to his feet, awakening Tony from his own slumber. Yawning and unaware of their current situation, Tony scrambled to his feet as well, only to be drawn away from the room, drained, and disposed of beside his older sibling.
Panic stricken, Joshua attempted to find his way through the pitch black room, only to have his foot step on something loose. Losing his balance, the middle of the three brothers panted heavily, fear nearly completely overtaking him. Cursing, the man grabbed at the loose object, deciding that perhaps he could use it as a weapon against whatever specter was currently tormenting him and his brothers. The object felt strange within his grasp, not quite what he expected. Not rough like stone, nor covered in the moss and algae that dwelled upon the rest of the stones in this place of amusement and exploration. Plastic greeted his fingers. The camera. Lifting the flash cover, Joshua depressed the shutter button giving him a momentary glimpse of the room's contents. "Michael? Tony?" he called out, inquiring of his brother's locations.
Though normally Gaven would simply feed from his prey, calming them with his vampiric persuasion, every now and then, he got these urges of superiority over his weaker mortal victims. Every now and then, he found it a bit amusing to taunt his meal, to toy with their minds, increasing their fear and therefor the adrenaline that flowed through their system. Often, he found that doing such gave these mortals a flavor that suited his tastes splendidly. In a low whisper, Gaven called to the man, "Marco..."
Joshua screamed, having never felt such a fear in his entire life. His heart raced within his chest, the man not realizing that such an affect was exactly what this specter of the castle wanted. Gulping, Joshua pressed down upon the shutter button once again, the flash lighting the room for a brief moment, exposing nothing. Sliding his feet along the ground in an attempt to keep from tripping once again, he shouted out once again as a voice to his right called out the word, "Polo.." "Leave me alone, dammit!!" he screamed into the darkness, pressing the shutter down once again. A flash, but still nothing. This time the voice came from his left, "Marco.." Reaching down to the floor, Joshua wrapped his fingers about the first thing he could find and hurled it into the direction of the voice, "You bastard!!" he screamed.
A shiver traced along the course of his spine, the chill of death's touch teased the hairs on the back of his neck. A warmth trickled down the front of his pants and along his leg the moment he could feel the breath of something behind him whispering, "Polo.." Near sobs, Joshua's quivering body raised the camera to face directly in front of him. "M - Marco?" Joshua stammered. "Polo.." the voice replied as the middle brother pressed down the shutter button. Standing against the far wall, a man dressed completely in black, a silver mane draping over his shoulders gazed upon him, his eyes glowing for just a moment after the darkness resumed it's position in the manor. It didn't matter however. Joshua knew the moment he felt the piercing within his neck that it was all over.
Having tamed the raging beast within his hunger pangs, Gaven situated the men into a complete circle about some twigs, branches and dried leaves he had gathered and piled up in the center of the brothers. Unable to manifest flames as some other vampires were able to, he had to rely on old fashion methods, such as friction and matches. Luckily, Michael had been a smoker. Within a matter of minutes, the former Lord had fashioned quite the admirable fire which engulfed the three bodies. Turning his back to the brothers, to him, merely a meal, Gaven ventured out into the new world, excited to see exactly how it had changed over the past one hundred and fifty years.
