Independent RP account for Lestat de Lioncourt from Anne Rice's series The Vampire Chronicles. Will RP with anyone.
M!A:
Faceclaim: Tom Cruise and occasionally Stuart Townsend for GIF purposes
Tracking the tag theonlyvampirelestat
((so anyone wanna RP something easy so I can ease back into my Lestat-muse?))
((Lestat’s back if any of you are interested lol))
“She had the army, because newborns are very strong and have uncontrollable thirst, to kill the Cullens. She’s dead now.” She smiles a little
“Ah. Even more difference between their kind and mine,” he responds with a nod. “Our newborns are weak at first, but they do indeed have quite the thirst.”
“My ribs were almost crushed by a newborn, but I got away.” She smiles a little again
“Sounds unpleasant,” he mused. ‘Why were you attacked if you shared the same maker?”
“She had the army, because newborns are very strong and have uncontrollable thirst, to kill the Cullens. She’s dead now.” She smiles a little
“Ah. Even more difference between their kind and mine,” he responds with a nod. “Our newborns are weak at first, but they do indeed have quite the thirst.”
Jane laughs as she walks with Lestat. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. My life right now is actually quite …. boring.” she says with a shrug.
“I thought guarding those Elders would allow you to have some excitement in your life at least,” he comments, shifting his attention to the security system and disarming, well more like blowing it up.
“Sometimes . The fighting in the south was a very exciting time. But that’s been a long time ago.”
“Fighting in the south? I hope you are not talking about one of the mortal’s petty little wars,” Lestat remarks opening the door and gesturing for the female to enter first. The museo was old, they would have very little problems now that the security system was down.
He nods and strums to a song, very beautiful. One of those songs that could be played at weddings or on a romantic date. Eric plays soft music nowadays but he still rocks out occasionally.
The vampire closes his eyes and focused solely on the music that was being played. The alleyway was no place for such beautiful music, he thought in silent contemplation. Eric was indeed a great guitarist. “That’s quite nice,” he remarks, with his eyes still closed.
The Brat Prince: maddy-the-little-wolf: “Perhaps you could tell me more about yourself….
“Perhaps you could tell me more about yourself. I know very little about werewolves after all.”
“Oh, well, I was born a werewolf, but my father didn’t bother to tell me when I was close to changing into one. My grandfather told me and I couldn’t go home for a…
“Her name was Victoria. She was creating an army of newborns. Then thinking she can turn me and making me join her. But she’s not around anymore.”
“The name doesn’t ring any bells,” he admitted, “Then again there seems to be quite a few vamps about whom I have never heard nor seen before. She doesn’t sound all to pleasant or that smart,” he added with a shrug. Army of newborns, how idiotic.
theonlyvampirelestat is in the museum
“Well then Dr. Price, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Lestat replies dipping into a formal bow, despite the fact that she had just earlier mentioned her dislike of formalities. It was just how he acted, always reflecting back to the manners of the 1700s.
Coming out of his bow, he offered out his hand, relaying on the more common greeting to continue his introduction. “I am Lestat de Lioncourt, and you are more then welcome to just call me Lestat.” He no longer felt the need to flaunt his last name, after all it meant very little these days, and once he stopped playing the aristocrat he felt more comfortable going but just Lestat.
He was starting to find himself becoming more and more interested in the female. Sure she was attractive, but she was apparently highly intelligent and if she was well versed on the artifacts then she could prove to be entertaining as well. Finally he decided to answer her last question. “I’m interested in learning about where these objects were found and their importance.”
“Oh, please, call me Cleopatra-everyone does!” She chuckled at his bow-sure, it was formal, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless. And even though she thought formalities were unnecessary, it was still wonderful when someone was polite.
When he put his hand out, Cleopatra immediately shook it. Her grip was firm and professional, which was a little odd since her hand seemed so dainty. She noticed that hand was a little cold, but she made no mental note about it-though it did add to the mystery of his eyes changing color.
“Then it is rather nice to meet you, Lestat. Your name is quite unique, is it not? It sounds French.” The brunette let go of his hand and crossed her arms, a smile on her face.
He was certainly interesting. He seemed almost mysterious, with the little oddities she had noticed as they talked, and the fact that he was here in an exhibit that she had taken a part in updating recently was wonderful in itself. She was glad she was able to talk to him for a little longer-otherwise he would have come and left, like so many other strangers that passed through the museum doors.
She smiled brightly, uncrossing her arms and placing her hands on her small hips. “Well, this is an exhibit mostly about the Egyptian afterlife, of course found in Egypt. And…well, they are rather important to understand how the Ancient Egyptians lived. Like here, for example…” Cleopatra walked to one of the long glass cases lining the wall, and inside the case were paper-thin pages of papyrus decorated in Ancient Egyptian art, “…are pages from the Ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead. This book holds traditional spells intended to assist a person onto the Afterlife, which was called the Duat back then. According to the Book, it was very difficult to pass through the Duat-it had many gates and boundaries guarded by…ah, we shall say ‘unpleasant’ supernatural creatures. However, if the correct spells were recited, then the spirit could pass. Once they did pass, the god Anubis lead the spirit into the presence of the Lord of the Dead, Osiris. There, the spirit’s heart was weighed with the feather of truth-the Maat-and if you told the truth then you went with Osiris into the afterlife. If you lied, however, then the fearsome beast Ammit the Devourer ate your heart and your afterlife would…well, end.” Cleopatra took a deep breath and let out a laugh, looking at Lestat. “Oh, dear! I do believe I rambled for a moment, didn’t I? You will have to stop me when I do that, you know-I often do that. I must have been boring you, yes?”
“I am indeed French, though it has been quite a while since I’ve called France my home,” the vampire managed to sneak in before Cleopatra began to delve into the history of the artifacts. Her name amused him on so many levels, and seemed to fit perfectly however.
In silence he listened, his eyes only occasionally glancing away from her to examine a nearby object. He was pleased to hear that she did indeed know a lot about her field. The information she gave him was for the most part known to him already but was never the less interesting to hear again.
“Feel free to ramble Cleopatra,” Lestat remarks with a reassuring smile, “I’m quite the rambler myself.” Clasping his hands behind his back he quirks his head to the side, regarding her with curious eyes. “I quite enjoy listening to someone who is both insightful and excited about their work. It’s a very rare thing to come across these days.” Or so it seemed.
“May I inquire something however?” He questions suddenly.
