((Note: This is a thread for RP in Tenebrae Nostro. It takes place not long after a thread in which Pepper witnessed Deacon torturing another vampire named Janos for information ( Read more... )

( Ghost Rider WTF (a little spoilery) )

My Body is not for your taking, La Magra.The person standing in front of him was Leela, but the voice wasn't hers. It was a strange, lilting language that he understood but on some level knew was not English. Her body was surrounded by a sillouette of white light. He on the other hand seemed stuck in the darkness that bore a reddishe hue ( Read more... )

((Precisely one week after previous RP ( Read more... )

Despite the vast amount of power at his disposal, even he was no match for the absolute climateless of space. It wasn't long before he could no longer stop his blood...which was his entire being...from freezing solid. Yet his mind was still active and he kept the sheath composed of the blood of a thousand Lobos intact. Frost knew that if he let ( Read more... )

Frost patiently took the twenty minutes it now took to get into his own place because of all the security Pepper had immediately put in place after his tower was bombed. Normally he wasn't this patient, but in this particular instance such security was much appreciated. Jesus Christ, she hadn't even slept in setting it all up. She'd worked in ( Read more... )

Frost returned to his place the next night. His name had at least gotten him a few results. Lobo was some alien biker that 'couldn't be killed'. Yeah, Deacon would see about that. Gods could kill whoever they damn well pleased. However, the thing that made this particular little endeavor harder was the fact that this guy was an alien. Frost ( Read more... )

Deacon sat in front of the fire he'd made. Normally he didn't really make fires. It was a human thing. But since he'd started seeing Leela, she kind of liked it every now and then so he figured what the fuck, right? Whatever makes her happy. He could justify being with her because she wasn't human..she was half god. That put her more on his ( Read more... )

Business called Deacon out of town for the week. Recently he'd made inroads towards establishing himself in Orange County, California. Now the bar that he'd bought out and remodeled into a club more in his own style was ready for its grand opening. Frost had already made a few vampires there to oversee the process of it's remodeling and ( Read more... )

Deacon rode the elevator back up into his personal quarters. It had been a full two weeks since he'd even stepped foot in the place. The three days that he had been whole he had spent enacting his revenge. That had been good for him. Hell, he was even over being so furious that he had been blown up. Fuck, he'd been pretty pissed off about that ( Read more... )