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Post by Neon on Jan 2, 2014 18:10:21 GMT -5
"Quite proficiently." He said with a smirk hiding his internal wondering how the hell this man was resisting him.
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Post by Raven on Jan 2, 2014 18:16:13 GMT -5
"What do you fight for?" Julian asked.
Nikka couldn't help but smirk as she watched. Poor Nicholas was probably almost ready to cry as he realized that Julian was immune to his power.
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Post by Neon on Jan 2, 2014 18:44:03 GMT -5
Nicholas thought about it. "I fight... I fight for my niece. She's all I've got besides blind ambition." He certainly wasn't on the verge of tears, though he certainly thought this was an interesting development.
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Post by Raven on Jan 2, 2014 19:14:02 GMT -5
"Are you willing to kill for her?"
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Post by Neon on Jan 2, 2014 19:20:17 GMT -5
Nicholas shrugged. "Certainly."
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Post by Raven on Jan 2, 2014 19:48:49 GMT -5
Julian turned the camera off and left the room.
"What do you think so far?" Jack asked Jade.
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Post by Gifted on Jan 2, 2014 19:59:23 GMT -5
"There are a few promising ones. I think that Anya is severely underrated. And of course my entire family put on a very good show." Jade replied. "All in all though, I'm eager to see the rest of the contestants."
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Post by Raven on Jan 2, 2014 20:07:12 GMT -5
As Jade was speaking, the screen came on again. "Vladimir, tell us about yourself," Julian prompted yet again.
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Post by Neon on Jan 2, 2014 20:31:21 GMT -5
Vladimir sat there stoically, long white hair pulled back neatly into a ponytail, looking like a perfect copy of his daughter, minus wings and her natural c-cups. He also was slightly more muscular, though could never compete with his elder brother. His voice betrayed foreign origins, having an almost thick accent that was something of a mix between Romanian and Elven.
"I used to work as an assassin for a very powerful man. I have a daughter, who is my entire life. Her, myself and my terrible brother are the only people of our clan still alive." He answered, his face being one he wore for many, many years, a look of constant, unwavering, disdain.
He was still wearing his fabulous apron.
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Post by Raven on Jan 2, 2014 20:44:24 GMT -5
Jeremy put his head in his hand.
"What's your power?" Julian asked.
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Post by Neon on Jan 2, 2014 20:58:08 GMT -5
Vladimir sighed. "I'm what my people would call a Basilisk. I'm poisonous. My blood is lethal on contact, and I can control the levels on and in my skin to be anything from a little tickle to melting through wood and most metals, scorching anything making any sort of contact on me." To prove his point he grabbed his oh-so-fabulous-apron, which melted and burned into nothing in a matter of seconds. Underneath the apron he wore a pair of black jeans and no shirt, showing off his lithe form perfectly. There were a few scars, and one most interesting cross tattoo above his heart.
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Post by Raven on Jan 2, 2014 21:14:10 GMT -5
"And you can fight, I assume?"
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Post by Neon on Jan 2, 2014 21:26:51 GMT -5
Vlad nodded. "Very well."
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Post by Raven on Jan 2, 2014 21:31:16 GMT -5
"What do you fight for?" Julian asked.
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Post by Neon on Jan 2, 2014 21:35:15 GMT -5
Vlad answered without hesitation. "My daughter. She is my everything. And I would kill anyone without hesitation to protect her."
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