Global Mod Test Application

[Andrei]

Name of Applicant: Vladimir Draculi
Position Testing For: Global Mod

You'll be judged on the following things:
1. Quality of Grammar
2. Inventiveness
3. How much you stay IC
4. If any rules are broken

(Test ends in two pages)

A jet black rolls royce cruised along the dark streets, the only light coming from the dim streetlamps hanging overhead. Thick and billowing black clouds blotted out the tiny pinpricks of light that could be seen from distant stars and preventing the moon from shining down upon the land. It was clear why the night was once believed to be a great blanket or similar object, covering the sky and darkening all beneath it.

A soft squeal pealed out from the engine as the driver halted the car. It's doors opened and a figure stepped out into the night. The first thing that could be seen were the elegant black dress shoes, a rounded point at the toes and a raised heel that sounded a satisfying click with every step the man took. He wore a pair of smart black trousers with odd red symbols apparantly sewn into them and a two tailed dinner jacket that matched the legwear. His shirt was a deep red, adorned with the initials AT in small and posh writing in the corner in the top left side of the shirt and a black tie adorned with the symbol of a phoenix was tied around the man's neck. His skin was perfect in complexion, but ghostly and perfectly white.

While the man's body was unnerving to look at in a very subtle way, the face was his true best achievement. It was perfectly symmetrical, with a predatory look about it. Inhuman, pointed ears could be seen when his long wavy hair was flicked back by talon-tipped fingers. His nose was curved in such a way that it would suggest a sneer and the lips of the man were blood red, with tips of what appeared to be fangs peeping out from under his top lip. The truly unsettling aspect of his visage however, was his eyes. Clearly inhuman, they were jet black with the exception of a ring of red that represented his iris. He was out for a bite but had spotted someone, clearly not the herd he'd normally prey upon and was intrigued by them. The noise of his shoes could be heard all the way down the street as he approached; unless this Kindred was deaf there was no way he'd not know he was coming.

[Vladimir Draculi]

Vladimir Draculi, never was there one better prepared for a fight to the death. Highly paranoid, slightly amnesiac, and a coldblooded killer. The dingy light of a streetlamp reflected off of his pitch black glasses, showing his skin to be pale white. and the rest of him in black. His hair slightly spiking backwards, longish and shaggy, mostly out of his face. The shaggy yellow scarf wrapped tightly around his neck swirled in the breeze that kicked up and down the street. The old trenchcoat he wore unbuttoned, seemed to want to hide him from the light. Underneath the trenchcoat, was a skin tight turtleneck, and thin black jeans that came down to old boots, the bulckles on the ankles tarnished and worn. He had a shoulder bag that looked very old as well, bloodstaned and ragged.

He felt eyes on him, heard the clack of a well to do persons shoes upon the cement sidewalk. Slowly, calmly, he turned around, as if nothing was unusual. He could practically feel the presence of the kindred. Vlad turned and looked at the man. He spoke in a calm even voice

"What do you want."

Vlad said it more like a command, than a question, his voice, a little higher pitched than most grown men's, but commanding respect for his authority.

[Andrei]

The unsettling man continued to slowly approach his prey, a smile growing wide on his face at the question. He could smell the difference between man and corpse, and the being before him was certainly no man. How to reply though, he could be a fellow Sword of Caine but could also be one of the pawns of the ancients. The only safe option was to be polite here, to draw out the man's intention and allegiance before taking further action. Continuing to approach, he carefully chose to stop at a few metres away, bowed and set about discovering what information he needed of this vampire.

Good evening, fellow Cainite. Is it prey that brings you out on this delightful night? Or perhaps some other, equally essential errand that you must run?

Avoiding the question was the Tzimisce's main objective. If he told the cainite what he truly wanted from him he would merely set himself up for a fall. A smart vampire would always use whatever they could get to their advantage and such information would be a great help to him. In bowing, the man's figure could also be analysed closely with the sharp vision Auspex accorded him. The man's clothing was normal, with the coat being an odd exception. It didn't look like a coat he'd seen in decades. They were in fashion back in the forties. Odd, perhaps the vampire was anachronistic. It didn't matter, he didn't seem to be armed. Although, it was always best to assume another was. Especially when a big coat like that can conceal so much.

[Vladimir Draculi]

Vladimir looked at the other vampire through his sunglasses. He regarded the other vampire with cool indifference. The word cainite registered in his mind, something just behind the wall of his blocked memories. The man was nosy, but VLad had this nasty sense that he was out for more than Vlad's evening schedule. "The latter" Vlad calmly replied. THe man was very annoying. Vlad didn't have much time to waste but it was rare that he met another vampire. He was intrigued, and also, he wanted information, as most of his memories about vampires were incomplete, blocked by his amnesia.

[Andrei]

Might I enquire as to what this errand is? I may be able to offer you aide. Perhaps a sabotaging act against the pawns of our Clan forefathers?

Holding his ground, Andrei's mind ticked over what had been said. The vampire before him was very standoffish, seemingly distrustful of him and probably his questions too. Andrei hoped his polite and genteel appearance would sooth the vampire, at least enough for him to feel at ease and give away vital information about his intentions. His allegiance was still unknown, although it was unlikely it would be for much longer. Asking about the Camarilla in so blunt a fashion could elicit a number of responses, most happily from bodylanguage as well as in words. Using Auspex, Andrei focused his every sense on the man in an attempt to discern if he was lying or telling the truth.

[Vladimir Draculi]

Vladimir sontinued to look at the man through his sunglasses. His errand had nothing to do with matters outside of saving his own life. Anyone who was that nosy was asking for a bullet between the eyes. After looking at the man for a while, Vlad spoke,

"One should not be so nosy in other peoples affairs. I will answer one more question. If you ask any more, I'll consider you a threat and be forced to kill you, so pick wisely."

Vlad flicked on his auspex, able to see every little movement the man made, ready to draw his hidden gun at any sign of a threat. It was not easy to be a man on the run, and one had to be wary of people who asked to many questions.

[Andrei]

A pause, could that mean anything? And he's avoiding my questions, has he got something to hide?

Now the Tzimisce was becoming really curious. He had chosen his words carefully, that's what Andrei thought anyway. Why else would he have taken his time answering like that? His words were, to all but the most vegetative, obvious in intent. He'd spelt it out, so he was either very blunt or feeling very threatened. Possibly both. Andrei was glad he'd kept his distance, he had no idea how well armed or powerful the vampire was. It could be truly dangerous if he was attacked. Perhaps he was bluffing though, whatever the case it payed to be careful. Andrei disliked violence done to him.

Very well. I shall withould further queries into your aims until my unlife is not on the line. However, you've yet to answer any of my previous questions. Pray tell, will you answer them at all?

[Vladimir Draculi]

Vladimir considered the question for a minute. It was fair, and also, he wouldn't have to answer anymore than he already had, but for one question. Either the other vampire was naive, or trickier than Vlad thought. He poke

"Fine. I'll answer the question that I hadn't. Note, I do not trust you any more than one snake trusts another around his kill, but you are within the bounds. My errand is leaving the city before any of the clans, or the authorities find me."

Vlad stopped, then thought of something else, giving a wry smile as he explained

"Quite frankly, I'm surprised that you hadn't reckognized me before. If you had, I'm sure that you wouldn't have stopped."

[Andrei]

A man on the run...how delectable.

What was that smile for? And the vampire paused again. Andrei needed different information to solidify his thesis on what this man was thinking. It was fairly clear though, that the vampire believed that he was the one with the upper hand. He was probably armed therefore, or an experianced cainite. If he was, it would explain the coat. A dangerous vampire was always a welcome addition to the pack though, which was exactly what Andrei wanted.

Recognise you? I'm afraid I do not. But I could help you evade this city's authorities. Be careful though, the longer you're on the streets the more likely it is the Nosferatu will find you.

[Vladimir Draculi]

The smile faded from Vladimir's face. He looked away from the man, towards the end of the street, then at a manhole cover. He turned back to the man, his face impassive. He said "Different vampires have different names?" He had forgotten this, lost tothe wall of amnesia that blocked his brain. He had faced vampires from the sewers, but he had forgotten that they each hada name for themselves. What am I then...

[Andrei]

He does not know about the Clans? How could that be? Either his sire died before he was indoctrinated into the ways of this world of he was simply not told of other cainites by him. Most interesting.

Andrei began to slowly walk around the apparantly confused vampire before him. He followed his gaze to the manhole cover and back and knew that whoever he was, he at least knew that a few monsters lived in the sewers. This was becoming a very interesting night as it turned out, perhaps the man really was an apt young recruit for the Sabbat. But first the Fiend needed to discern what Clan he was from. If he wasn't a caitiff. He stopped walking when he was between the manhole cover and the enigmatic undead before him, carefully planning his next few steps.

Indeed, different groups of Vampires cal themselves Clans. This is because they share similar characteristics. The Nosferatu are all warped by the embrace, the act of turning a mortal into a vampire that is, and as such live in the sewers. Do you not know your clan? If not, perhaps I could aide you and enlighten you as to the world of darkness you find yourself in.

[Vladimir Draculi]

It was an intriguing offer, that was for sure. Vladimir thought, still keeping his face still. THe possibilities of what this could mean to him, the implications to his unlifestyle, possibly leading to his death. Information always came with a price, any fugitive worth his salt knew that.

"Whats the catch."

Said Vlad, stating it like he knew there was one.

[Andrei]

A catch? A price to the information? All that I would ask is that you participate in something known as the Vaulderie as a token of thanks.

Yes...bite...come little morsel...bite...

The events were progressing well. If everything went to plan this man would accept his offer and after being given information which Andrei was perfectly willing to divulge, he would partake in the Vaulderie. That done, events would simply fall into place and the pack would have a new member. He walked closer to the vampire, still wondering what clan he was. Quickly he began to talk once more, knowing that he needed to quickly and precisely explain the Vaulderie. Just knowing a name did not mean you knew what you were going to participate in. That is, if his fellow undead would accept his mutually beneficial offer.

My name, by the way, is Andrei Tilea. And the Vaulderie is an event where a number of vampires, friends and allies in this otherwise dangerous world, participate in sharing each other's blood. It sounds more gruesome than it is I can assure you, it merely strengthens bonds of friendship between undead. There is no mumbo jumbo or trickery here. It is, almost literally, showing you have a great friendship with someone.

[Vladimir Draculi]

Vladimir immediatly started backing away from the man, completely disliking his tone of voice, and his movements towards him. Suddenly, his personality swapped. It was prone to do this from time to time, and he immediatly from the cold, cool, disspassionate tones from before, to a slightly hotter mood, namely, to the easily threatened portion. Vlad jammed his hand into the front of his trenchcoat, quickly drawring a modified c96 Mauser and aming it at the man. "Stay back! Or I shoot!" This portion of his mind was a little trigger happy, easily threatened, and very vulnerable to insult, although Vlads hand remained steady on the gun. In a rapid switch, his mind went to insane freak. This mindset was completely off the edge, a cold-blooded killer, entirly off its rocker. Smiling a chiller grin, the streetlamp's light reflecting crazily off the glasses surface. His auspex on, Vlad laughed a crazed mans giggle. "C'mon! step closer! I dare ya!"

[Andrei]

Andrei drew back, surprised at the vampires actions. Just now he was calm and collected. Albeit somewhat suspicious and distant, he was acting like a perfectly rational vampire. Now he seemed scared, nervous and jumpy. Guns weren't a real problem for a vampire, especially handguns but this one was different. Mausers were fairly powerful and at such close range could take off a dangerously large chunk of the Fiend's head. He held his hands up, so that they were easy to see and subtly leaned his head closer to the erratic undead before him. His scent was familiar, very similar to one of Andrei's own pack. This scent combined with the fact that his personality had changed so rapidly and almost at random led the Fiend to believe this vampire was a child of Malkav. If not, he was simply suffering some form of dementia. Perhaps that was it, his mind had been affected by Dementation? Andrei had seen it's terrifying effects before, but shrugged it off. His face retained it's calm and scholarly expression as he spoke to the vampire.

I'm sure that even with your fledgeling knowledge of the undead's society you must know that we are not greatly effected by firearms. Please, calm down so that we may discuss matters peacefully and as gentlemen.