fallenpriest (fallenpriest) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-04-28 05:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | jan valek |
Who: Jan Valek [Open]
What: A vampire quest
When: Evening
Where: Demon Bar
Rating: TBD
Valek had rose from a slumber in the Hotel that Damien let him dwell in, fully dressed save for his bare feet. Quietly he made his way to the window, brushing the curtains back to allow the night into the room. The moon and streetlights bathe the centuries old vampire in a soft glow, while his inhuman gaze stared at the city below him like an observing deity. A deity was what he saw himself as, something far stronger and durable then the sheep of humanity that covered the world. It had slaughtered countless of this human herd without much trouble but then he had met Jack Crow. Jack. The very name filled him with venom! But he wasn’t here to stop him now yet he found to his displeasure there were others that had the same vocation as Jack. Then there were the slayers, ones chosen to combat his kind and the other wicked creatures. No matter the world he found himself in there was always someone there to stop him, a thing that filled him with anger.
However, his mind turned towards power and his obsession of walking in the sun once again like a mortal. He needed to reach his full potential, the potential was denied to him when he was murdered. First he needed information. So he dressed himself in his causal black garments and boots and set out to find the correct sources to find his ‘allergy cure.’ He stopped in the usual places a power-seeking vampire would venture to but they either did not wish to help him or they didn’t have the knowledge he was searching for. It was a frustrating, and destructive for those that didn’t help him, search. The thing was he had no idea what he was looking for, since the Cross was not in this world, he needed something else. He was going to need help if he pursued his quest. Perhaps going to those of the intellectual world was not the way to go, maybe the darker shades of L.A. was a better fit. Gracefully he made his way into one of those demon bars he had heard about, drawing a few glances as he claimed a table facing the door. He needed some time to think things through and see if he could find some answers to help him on his way.