Schailor's Character Emporium

✩✩✩: Vampire Brothers
Origin: Caccia al Vampiro

Lucian Neiretat
Aramandus "Armand" Neiretat

"You'll never be able to survive on your own if you don't learn to think before you react." A scolding tone resounded off of the walls of the small class-like room. A tall brunette male was standing before the blonde one who was sitting, a look of utter irritation painted on his face. His eyes were closed and a hand was pinching the bridge of his nose, right between his eyes. The sign of a headache. With a short, but deep sigh Lucian's red eyes snapped open to stare down at the younger. "That's all we'll do for today. We should relax before the meeting at lunch."
Truth be told Lucian just wanted to stop the frustration he always seemed to gain when trying to teach his younger brother how to get a hold on his magical abilities. He knew that if they continued on with training until the meeting, Lucian would be attending it with great aggravation and he would be impossible to talk to.
Satisfied with his dismissal, he proceeded to act as if Aramandus was no longer in the room, taking up a book and seat near the window. It was snowing, as always.

Aramandus had been rolling his eyes the whole time Lucian was talking. His brother was always so smart, it was irritating that he expected the young blonde to be such a way as well. But he wasn't. The younger had never been much of a book learner, he was always a hands on type of fellow. When he realized that Lucian was beginning to get irritated as well, Armand did his best to get himself dismissed from these - in his opinion- pointless lessons.
Of course, one this was accomplished, it was when Lucian took to a book near the window that Armand sprung up and exited in a flurry. He wanted to train outside, before this weather got worse and he was a captive of the house. Once in the snow filled yard, Aramandus released his two swords from their sheathes, and sung them about himself. Every movement was fluid and deadly, if his opponent had been anything other than snow, surely they would never see what was coming.

✩✩✩✩: The Dirty Dancer
Origin: Allure

Mikaylah Satine

Finishing up a set for one of her regular customers Roxanne stepped out of the designated dancing area and into the dressing room where the girls prepared for their clients. Walking a few mirrors down she stopped behind a black haired beauty and knelt down to be seen in the mirror with a smile, "Heard you got a special customer today. Who is it?" It wasn't that the Asian was curious as to who her young friend was dancing for, it was more like she wanted to keep her out of trouble. Especially after what had happened to Jenyne just a year ago. Leaning on the side of the mirror waiting the answer she held the smile for her friend, enticing her to tell.
"Enrique." A sweet voice responded to her beloved friend with a coy smile on her lips. Mikaylah knew all too well that Roxanne didn't like him in the least - though she was probably the only one who didn't.
She always said it was guys like him that got good girls like Jenyne taken to who knows where. The young dancer on the other hand, was very fond of him. Whenever he requested for her specifically she /always/ got extra royalties. Priceless jewelry, tons of new outfits and anything else she could dream of. She supposed it was thanks to the amount of money this man had in his wallet, which didn't bother her in the least.
Standing up she placed a hand on the older girl's shoulder reassuringly, "Don't worry... He's a hologram to me, I'm a hologram to him. I don't know what you think is going to happen." With a quiet laugh Mikaylah made her way to her station. Looking around as it was still dark, it looked to plain. A white room, with a stage and a pole where she stood, and nothing else. Of course, until her client was ready.
When he pressed that magic little button, everything around her lit up. A hologram of the furniture in her clients room appeared as well as the client himself. With her typical sultry look the girl did a slow once around the pole waiting for the music to start, no reason she couldn't give him a better glimpse of her outfit before she began dancing - not that she thought he actually cared about what she had /on/.
With clear heels that made her go from 5'4" to at least 5'9", white lingerie 'cheeky' panties, and a frilly white bra on she stood ready to begin her set of her more than generous patron.
As the music started she circled her pole gracefully, grabbing hold of it with one hand and lifting herself to twirl around it like a figure skater does on ice. Every movement that she hit was smooth and fluid, making it appear to be much easier than it actually was.
A few tosses of her hair accompanied the many body rolls that she did in a choreographed manner around the pole. Then she finally hoisted herself up onto the pole, spinning around it simply as she tousled her hair around before turning herself upside down and doing the splits in the air. Bringing both legs back together, she twisted around the pole with the silky movements of a snake slithering its way up the pole. Once at the top she tossed her hair about again, sliding back down elegantly with many ballerina-esque poses to accompany.
Once she was upon the ground again, Mikaylah leaned back against the pole - facing Enrique of course - and rolled her body smoothly keeping her eyes on the male. She continued to lower herself down, further and further until she was able to lay on the ground, writhing there like a woman coming to a climax soon.
Grabbing hold of the pole she pulled herself back up climbed the pole once more to entertain the male with only more amazing and seductive tricks, that she was known all too well for. This was why Mikaylah was the best, she learned to do amazing things that no other dancer at SINEP could do. Not to mention she was one of the better looking girls.
As the song rolled on so did the minutes, and Mikaylah could only hope that the 30 minutes would go by slowly. She enjoyed dancing for Enrique, and he seemed to appreciate the way she could move her body. Not to mention he was a good looking guy, it was no wonder all the dancers usually wanted to entertain him. She was sure that he would be the type to visit the other types of amusement SINEP had to offer though, those below her status, she couldn't even to begin to imagine why he would want /that/.
Here he was though, like he did everyday (though it wasn't everyday that she got to dance for him). He was such a curious man, or at least a man she could get curious about.
Coming down from the pole again, Mikaylah did something she had never done with him before. In fact, she only had one client that she ever did this for and that was always because he requested it... Mikaylah began to approach him. Of course it was subtly, she was crawling on the ground toward him, like a panther on the prowl. Her hair being tossed around at times with the music, coming to a stop a few feet from the end of the stage. It would be here that she would continue her dance, rolling her body, arching up off of the ground, lifting her legs into the air and spreading them into splits... Just all around taunting him. Even she didn't know what the hell she was doing so close to him, what the hell was she thinking? Even if it was just a hologram....

✩✩✩✩✩: The Android
Origin: The Instincts of Stimulation

Xzavier Kwon

Xzavier adjusted and fidgeted with the bottom hem of his pants waiting for the right song to begin his new routine. The rest of the crew he danced with were around him, giving him energy and pumping him up. The lights flashed in his eyes, though that really didn't do much to him since he was an android. But as one, the only flashing lights he could see were the shades of red, blue and yellow with random variations of grey in between. The sounds around him vibrated through his faux body to the beat of the bass within them. If he had been human still, he knew that the club would be uncomfortably humid judging from the sweat that dripped down the various people and cyborgs that littered the dance floor.
Xzavier watched as everyone started to make way to the bar when Alex slowed it down a bit. Shooting a glance at his best friend who was stuck behind the dj booth he flashed what was supposed to be a smile. No matter that it was a slower jam, the android would still dance to it. It was perfect timing too with the dance floor cleared out. Alex knew him all too well. Then again, that was why they were best friends. Aside of the fact that they always hung out at clubs together, like the Daft Punk, Xzavier was here for a special reason. He planned to slip back to the lounge to meet these people he talked about going to Earth with. As much as he didn't like keeping secrets from Alex, the droid was worried as to how exactly the cyborg would take such a thing. Especially knowing how pissed the committee would be if they were ever found out.
Shaking the thought out of his head Xzavier placed his mind back onto the music. Alex changed the song again, this time to one of his favorites. Taking in a breath he let the music take him over, his mechanical body moving to the various beats. He was as fluid as he could possibly be, but being a robot he was barely able to. So he turned the moves into what he did best, popping. The crew around him made various hoots and hollers as he accomplished great dime-stopping, phenomenal tutting, and all around fabulous dancing. Of course the more attention he got, the closer he danced his way over to the dj booth until he brought full attention in Alex's direction. Each of his dance moves to follow would motion for people to applause the younger male.

**Note: Xzavier is an independent character, but he is basically nothing without Alex, or someone of the like.

✩✩✩✩✩: The Insane
Origin: Prophets

Vyhktur Kadoflox

Nothing but the sound of nature to be heard, no one but a reflection happened upon to be seen, thus was this existence of the Southern Faerie who most left alone. Even his own kind seldom seeked the company of such a man. One who spoke to shadows, claimed that they told him to do his cruel and horrid deeds. However, he would occasionally dabble in the company of another being that actually existed, since of course, he wasn't always so... Crazy. It was company that could not be kept for too long though, since eventually the mood would change, and his friends on the other side would return to him. Obvious to any, today was a day where the shadowy voices and whatever figures the male might see on his own, would be his only company for the day. At least, that's what he was expecting anyway. Which is why when a red robed figure attempted to approach him, they were met with unfriendly, piercing, red eyes and a sharp tongue about ready to hex the intruder.
"Vyhktur Kadoflox?" the surprised priest managed to ask. Unfortunately, he was met with silence as the Fae stood silently, judging, as off deciding whether he should deem the foolish trespasser worthy of living. Slowly relaxing himself, deciding that enough intimidation was used, Vyhktur nodded his head, "I am he." Using his heels to turn about his back was now to the robed figure, "I know, but we should see what he wants before being brash..." Of course, such a sentence cast a confused look on the male sent to fetch the slightly insane Vyhktur, but he decided it would be best not to question such things. Instead, he got straight down to business, secretly hoping to lead the lavender haired male and be rid of him for good. Quite frankly, Vyhktur gave him the creeps. (Which was an effect he had on many.)
"I need you to come with me. You are a prophet and will need to gather with the others at the Temple of Cryivix." the priest offered a bow toward the tall male, as if that were going to convince him to come along. The only reaction he received from Vyhktur, however, was a slight head turn to offer a scoff and a sneer. Truth be told, the Southern Faerie was in disbelief. HE was a prophet? How could that possibly be so? He was always a loner, out-casted, or simply antisocial and now this priest comes along claiming him to be a prophet? Not to mention this was guaranteed to have some sort of hero quest attached to the idea and a hero was the very last thing Vyhktur considered himself to be. With an irritated grunt and another snort of his doubt, the long haired male kept his back to the priest while he thought, and consulted his "friends" of course. "I know, he's crazy...... I thought that too.... Maybe, just to see... That IS possible."
As it seemed his conversation was over, Vyhktur turned about once more to face the red robes. Stepping closer he only muttered, "Let's go then," which was followed by a short growl, perhaps to get the priest in motion with their journey already.
Travel was the last thing Vyhktur felt like doing, but he knew it to be necessary should he ever find out what exactly this new task would hold for him. Though he wasn't thrilled at the idea of having to be around new people (or any people really) he did see that they could be potential new victims. Besides with quests came status and riches (or so he thought) and the shallow and materialistic side of him didn't mind. He would definitely have to put on his best charm though. He wouldn't be able to listen to his shadows as much as he did at home. First impressions were key, and he didn't want to give up his chance to gain materialistic spoils from this experience.
The journey seemed to drag on forever, not that the Southern Fae had really been keeping count. He was sure that two possibly three days had gone by though. Vyhktur was starting to become annoyingly aware of how irritating it was to have the priest for a companion. He could feel the stares when he would speak with his "friends", not to mention it was hard to resist the morbid thoughts that came to mind and put a random grin on his otherwise solom face. The joy it would bring Vyhktur to see the red robed male utterly humiliated, and all the things the shadows were suggesting they should do to him....
It was all for naught though, since Vyhktur had managed to control himself this far. He could just kill off his only tour guide, even if he could get to the temple himself, what if this priest was like a key or a pass that gained him entry into such a place. No, right now, his only companion was an important component.
A pleased look washed over the Fae's face as he noticed the golden gates of Cryivix's temple growing ever nearer. Any excitement or happiness that he may have felt (not that he knew those feelings) was interrupted at the sound of a whistle. Growling he looked toward the priest who quickly hid the instrument away, as of a child getting caught with a toy they shouldn't have. Vyhktur had no time to really react, however, as soon two Gryphon approached them, one of which the priest mounted. Following suit, he figured it was the only way he could go considering he wasn't like those damned Northern Faeries and blessed with the gift of flight. If he had been, he wouldn't need to rely on other creatures such as he was in the moment. No matter, there was no reason to dwell on it, and it wasn't a terribly long ride anyway. As he was let off Vyhktur gave a bow to the creature in his respect, he wasn't much of a talker so that's all he would do.
The Southern Faerie watched as his guide had joined his fellow priests and stood before the temple entrance. He inspected every aspect of it, deciding if there was any type of doubt about this, now was the time to hightail it out of there. Not that he was going to, that would make him seem weak. Afraid.
As he approached the entrance ever closer, the sight of a motley crew of three people caught his attention briefly. A strange mix of an Orc, a girl in the shadows and an ave. such a strange mix, though of no concern nor interest to the male. So he continued on, prepared to enter and get this over with. He made no further attempt to engage the odd group, simply because he just didn't care. He would be charming need be, but he wasn't going to be social if he didn't HAVE to be.