Pique
(#42612937)
He/Him
Yami
Ensorcelled Volume
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.29 m
Wingspan
6.76 m
Weight
569.63 kg
Genetics
White
Petals
Petals
White
Butterfly
Butterfly
Flaxen
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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Pique de Valera The Vampire Priest, He/Him Married to: Damon Father to: Wren & Lazarus Dragon based on Kichigo's OC. Theme: Christmas in the 13th month |
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Pique had brought a bit of parchment and quill and decided that the best way to curb his new obsession was to make plans. He would study this ... this Shapeshifter ... and exact his revenge. He sat awkwardly in a bush with a flask of spirits to bolster his confidence, detailing the mansion/castle/thing in what he imagined was a military way. He had looked on from distant horseback many times, occasionally stealing an eyeglass to do so. Today he had snuck in totally convinced he was invisible. He seemed so determined that all Damon could do was sit back and watch him for a while, see what he would be up to instead of immediately chasing him off his property. His eyes flashed towards his book and he started to read in the meantime until at least an entire hour had passed before checking up on him once more. He had no idea what this guy was up to, but it surely was something. Pique decided Damon was probably out so decided to wander around, half admiring the architecture, sometimes remembering to sneak, mostly not. He was a bit annoyed. He hadn't seen anything useful. He had wanted to spy on Damon himself. He wondered what he did all day. He wondered what it would be like to catch him off guard, in an intimate moment ... Pique stopped and frowned at his hip flask accusingly, as if the last thought was its fault. This guy ruined your life, concentrate. Before Pique even had the chance to do anything else, the front door of the mansion opened almost automatically, a small breeze of wind gushing out. Damon had enough of waiting and just wanted him to do something already, this being the best way to help him along... At least from what he could think of. He'd just wait for him to get inside... And then surprise him, either by showing up or just plain speaking to him. But inside there was no way for him to run away, which was exactly what he didn't want right now. Pique jumped theatrically and eyed up the open door. He really needed to pee, at this stage, but obviously someone had seen him and he could no longer pee in the garden. Cursing his small bladder he peered in the door way, "wow, guy lives large," he said to his hip flask. He paused to drain it in case he got scared of anything and needed the help. "Ahem," he knocked on the open door casually, "hellloooo? hic. Anyone home?" Damon smiled to himself before slowly flashing across the room like a shadow, starting to look at him from another angle. "Oh, oh... Seems like thou hast found me at long last? How am I surprised... I saw thee wandering around my perfectly trimmed gardens for hours. If it's money that thou art looking for, I'm sorry but my answer is no. If it's me then..." Another flash across the room, this time ending just in the darker bit of the hallway. Out of the darkness a long slender figure stepped with the most amused expression on his face. "Then look no further." Pique stared quickly around the room, unnerved. He coloured slightly but replied loudly, "I did not! I lost something! A friend lost something! And was just trying to find it! That's all!' He quickly yanked a twig from his hair and gave his fringe a pat. Then he worked on adopting a nonchalant posture, a bit of a casual lean, against the door frame. "Though," he said airily, "I wouldnt say no to a bathroom." Out of the corner of his eye he dared take a look and quickly looked away again. His breathing quickened slightly. It was definitely him. That voice would have been enough. A faint grin escaped his lips and he shook his head, he knew that, that obviously wasn't why he was here... There was definitely more to it, but he would ask that later. "Of course, of course." He replied sarcastically, tapping his cheek with one of his hands. He raised an eyebrow at his question, then shrugged it off, human needs... Then his grin slowly turned into an almost devilish smile, something had crossed his mind but what that was remained unclear for now."Alright, just follow me and I'll bring thou there." Pique looked up, surprised he was going along with this, and quickly rearranged his face into one of haughty aloofness. He had been thinking about this moment for so long, and all the things he would say, and now he was here - really here - and he couldn't think of anything. He tried not to stare, tried to mask his eager look by giving Damon the old head to toe sweep. Tall, impeccably dressed, that handsome face ... Pique remembered the scars under his eyes. Those eyes had haunted his dreams. "Well ok." He folded his arms ungratefully. Once he began to follow him, the door closed behind them, no going back now. As they passed the hallways, candles lit up, shining dimly within the dark. Occasionally Damon would eye Pique, checking on if he was still following him, until they eventually ended up in a huge bathroom. It was decorated with expensive pillars and looked more like a bathhouse than a bathroom. "Make thyself at home." He whispered, before leaving and closing the bathroom door behind him. He'd wait... He had ordered his Servants to prepare a feast after all. Pique didn't notice the doors close. He had spent most of the time gawking at the walls, peering in any available doorway, blown away by what he was seeing. When Damon stopped walking he nearly walked right into the back of him. After a good not-so-stealthy stare at his wings - real wings - he shuffled awkwardly past into the bathroom. "What the hell ..." he said quietly to himself. This guy. How did he get a place like this? Did he look after it himself? Would anyone even work for him, knowing what he is - what he does? He tried to think about peeing. He tried not to think about the way Damon's hair brushed against the top of his butt when he walked. After a few moments he couldn't wait to be out of there In the meantime Damon made sure his servants had prepared everything, the entire table filled with all sorts of spices, flesh, vegetables and fruits ... Probably way too much for only two people but he didn't care, they could always leave the food and eat more whenever it came down to it. He had a list of questions for Pique after all, related to who he was, his name, where he came from, what he wanted from him... Why he came back in the first place. It was easy to tell a lie apart from the truth, especially on some people's faces. Pique was one of them Pique spent longer than necessary adjusting his hair in the mirror. As he closed the door behind him and found himself alone in the hallway, he had a moment of self-doubt. Maybe he was sobering up. He cast a slightly longing glance back to where he'd come from. Had he learnt anything about how to beat a Shapeshifter? The hard answer was no, he had not. He'd just ended up with more questions. It was probably time to get out of here while he still could. A delicious smell caught his nose and his stomach growled. I could find out if they eat normal food, suggested his stomach. Pique bit his lip. A Servant rushed to him after a moment, giving him a faint bow before pointing into a certain direction. "The Master wishes to speak with you." She replied, trying to lead him into a certain direction. A faint smile played on her lips, she appeared to be young, old enough to live on her own, but too young to be a mother albeit not impossible. Damon meanwhile was playing around with his spoon for a bit, waving it around between his fingers and watching his own refection in it, two hollow eyes stared right back at him. Red, empty... Ones that had seen much. But now was no time for melancholic feelings. Pique gave her the automatic once-over, as he was accustomed to doing to whenever a woman was present. "Hi! ... oh ... okay. Right." He gave her a smile and felt he had no choice but to continue on, so wandered cautiously into the dining hall. So he did have servants, maybe they had a 'thing'. Once inside he resisted the urge to whistle. Fancy that. This was incredible. Wait - was he being invited to dinner? Pique halted a safe distance from Damon's chair and raised an awkward hand in greeting, "if I'm interrupting I can come back another time." "Oh no, not at all, please do sit down." He gestured towards a nearby chair, a huge tower of fruit in front of them. He gasped once he realised something and quickly rushed over to Pique, taking his hand in his and giving him a full bow. "Ah! How rude of me, I haven't even fully introduced myself. Please... Call me, Damon." His wings stretched for a moment as he arched even further, closing his eyes for a mere moment before standing back and letting go of his hand. He pulled out a chair and gestured at him to sit down. Pique blinked in surprise at the gentle hand hold and elegant bow. He snorted a little bit at the 'being rude', he'd done much ruder things, did he need a list, but no, it didn't seem important. His stomach was making urgent noises. He'd spotted wine. "Hi ... Damon," Pique sat, though was careful to scoot his chair a few cm further away, then reached leisurely across the table for a wine glass. He stopped, fingers outstretched, not sure about manners, and gave Damon his most charming albeit reckless smile. “I'm Pique, Pique de Valera, Priest of (x).” Damon smirked, leaning on top of his hands once he sat back down, then gesturing with one at the table. "Go ahead, be my guest... Grab as many things as thou likest. Otherwise it's going to go to waste anyways. Such a pity." Right now he wasn't much to Damon except someone that had managed to catch his interest. A rare thing nowadays considering Damon is highly selective with the people he allows in his presence. Pique seemed to be unlike any human being he had met before, which made him quite a sight to admire. How truly fascinating. "Pique you say... What an unique albeit lovely name. Only fitting for someone such as thyself." Pique paused, locking eyes with him. Is he going to poison me? I guess if he wanted he could have killed me multiple times. He must want something. Meh, he gave a mental shrug and started inhaling food, eyes sparkling. Most of it made it to the plate but only for a few seconds. "uff fah ih if ahhmayfng!" Pique swallowed with difficulty, adding: "well, you do you owe me, I suppose." "I am a gentleman after all." Damon blinked for a moment, eyelashes fluttering as he watched him, then finally grabbing some food for himself. Beef, some strawberries, chocolate... Whatever else one could imagine and started to eat it like anyone would expect him to do. With fork and knife. If it had been poisoned, Damon would have killed himself by eating this as well, but he hadn't. Damon would never go that low to kill someone, it was unlike him. "Now... Why didst thou REALLY come here?" He finally addressed. Pique watched him suspiciously out of the corner of his eye but he did nothing strange at all. It was almost annoying. He supposed he was so little a threat to Damon he was practically invisible. He leaned back in his chair, arm draped over the side, wine in hand. "I told you why." Damon raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed and ears twitching in frustration. "Really? So, I suppose that was also the reason you've been stalking my home for the past month or so." He said sarcastically. "And that now that you've finally found it, will never show up here again?" Pique laughed incredulously at the claims, way too long, it trailed off awkwardly when he realised he was fooling noone, "ahaha .... ha ... You weren't supposed to see - wait! Why didn't you say anything? You just liked watching me hanging around? I'm not the weird one here!" Momentarily distracted by a mouthful of potato he darted back to his plate. "ahywah - ahem this is really good you know that? - anyway." He opened his mouth to say he was here for revenge, then caught on something else. The doe-eyed look usually got him out of sticky situations. "Wait a minute," he said slyly, "did you like having me around?" Damon frowned, smile faltering from his face and just blankly staring at him. "Really? Thou art serious about that that?" He sighed, shaking his head for a moment, then playing around with his fork. "Dost thou not understand that stalking someone can lead to being thrown in jail? Anyways... Watching thee in the gardens, it honestly was quite amusing. I don't have many things to do around my mansion. However, I wasn't entirely sure what to do with thee." "Ahh ha, free entertainment, you should be thanking me." Pique's grin only widened. "Or is that what this food is?" He caught the more serious look on Damon's face and was amused. "Aww c'mon, don't worry about it, I get it, I'm fun to have around the house, I've been told, if you know what I mean." Pique's eyes glittered, wondering how much he could annoy him. It gave him an excuse to look at him, eyes idly flicking across his features, his lips, cheekbones, those dark eyelashes. Maybe this wasn't so bad. The alarm bells of danger felt so far away ... it was almost easy to forget where he was ... he was supposed to get information but that didnt even seem important anymore. If not for revenge, why had he really come here? "Don't mock me like that. I have no interest in more people, they're all simple pests. Candles ready to be snuffed out." He hissed, his teeth showing up as he did, rows of sharp shark-like teeth. The ones that could easily tear through flesh with only one bite. "Why weren't you interested in the church? Why not as obsessed as every other worthless being of that cult that loves to burn and murder every one that's only a little different." Now the real questions came. Pique made a face. Fun was over already. Insulting humans didn't bother him, finally, Damon was doing something he had expected him to. The niceties had been far more alarming and confusing. Pique continued to give him a sly look, just to annoy him, "Oh that bs, it's a job. It feeds me. It feeds my ... family. Usually without grievous bodily injury to myself." He shrugged and swilled his wine around. "I do what I have to do to survive ........ same as you." Damon bit his lip, a painful spot being triggered by this. He gave a faint nod, but was clearly sunken deeply in thought right now. His way of survival had always been one that he knew was wrong in reality. It had bothered his previous spouse and although he managed to reform him... After their daughter passed away due to illness he went back to his old habits. "Fair enough." He whispered, quickly grabbing a glass of wine and emptying it in one gulp, before refilling it, this time drinking slower. Pique stared at him in surprise. That was way too easy. What was going on? Confused he watched the man drink his wine, frowning a little. "What did the church do to you?" Damon's eyes quickly flashed towards him, anger clearly burning within them. "They murdered by entire family, burned them at the stakes because they were different. They punished me in ways that left scars on my body for life. They were the ones who made me who I am today." He wasn't going to say more about it than that for now. He barely knew Pique. Pique awkwardly buried himself in his cup of wine, practically breathing it in. "Right." I'm not drunk enough for this. "I'm sorry," he blurted, as he abruptly stood up. "Seeing me - that would really - I mean. I've taken enough of your time." He gave a stiff bow. "I'll just go. Thanks for the ah-" he waved the wine glass around in his hand. Damon frowned and quickly flashed in front of him, he wasn't going to let him go away this easily. The man had been spying on him for a month and now that he finally let him inside he was being a coward and trying to run away as quickly as possible. "I'm not done yet." Pique jumped nervously. Well, he'd done it now. "You ah, you seemed pretty done there, if you ask me. What do I know, right? Ha haa .... it's probably quite late. Have more wine. I would, if it were me, thank you, anyway-" He ducked his head and made to squeeze past him. "I'm not planning on letting thou go when I can expect thee to wander around my garden again later this week. Besides... It's rude to refuse someone's dinner." He licked his own lips, blood dripping from the wound he had created previously by biting on it for too long. His teeth were way too sharp for something as simple as that. "Thou wants to know why I didn't kill thee? It's very simple really. Unlike everyone else, thou art truly... Fascinating." Pique tried to laugh, it came out very high pitched. "Oh that, no, I won't do that. I won't bother you, nooo, last thing I would want....." He looked at Damon's mouth, fascinated himself. "I am pretty amazing sure but, ah, you got a little - I think you hurt yourself, lemme just, um." Pique dabbed at Damon's lip with his sleeve. "There." Damon stiffened for a moment, his eyes focusing on Pique's hand, he reached his hand up to touch his own lip for a moment, seeing that there was no blood left to stain his clothes. He wanted to yell at Pique for touching him like that, but he didn't want to lose his composure. Instead flashed away, almost like vanishing into thin air. |
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A laid-back approach to life was imbued in him at a young age. The oldest and only son of an escort, he didn't know his father and his addict mother took a long time to even tell his younger sisters apart. He adopted a care-free and confident air to deflect negative attention and used conquests over girls to boost his reputation in the face of other boys. Growing into striking good looks only made it easier for him. Much desiring of an easy life, he accepted the church, and studied with the other acolytes to become a priest. They were unable to purge his hedonistic streak, which only grew worse over time. A connoisseur of women, wine, and recreational habits, he was actively encouraged to leave his fellow clergymen. He spent the years after graduation adventuring with the few friends who could put up with him. Despite disliking all things dirty and dangerous, he was eventually polished into a valued battle cleric with considerable strength in his holy magic. He played it down as much as possible for fear more would be asked of him. His real talents had always lain in the persuasion department where he could usually be relied on to charm his way into, or out of, just about anything. When he and his companions parted ways, and with no income and an aimless nature, Pique applied to be re-installed at the cathedral where his wealth of knowledge acquired from wandering the world had come in useful. He spent his days writing, reading, transcribing and consulting, as well as generally driving everyone around him insane. His arrogance, flippancy of religious matters and well-known (if not concretely proven) breaches of celibacy, made him very unpopular in most quarters. With patience worn thin by many years of his presence, the opportunity came to send him to exorcise a demon that had come in the way of the ever reaching dominion of the church. Pique was the exact opposite of keen. It had been near half a decade since he had used a spell in a life-threatening situation and he had planned on that continuing for many more. Unfortunately for him, he had no choice, and thus kicked off a strange and terrifying sequence of events where his world was turned upside down, by a Shapeshifter named Damon. |
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» When Pique and Damon were together for a while a Master Vampire named Desdemona bit him, which caused him to turn into a vampire himself. Not long after the church and city people found out he was basically banished from said things. » |
Likes: Women, liquor, tobacco, sex, sleeping in, being the center of attention, doing what he wants. Dislikes: Getting dirty, pain, physical exertion, talking about feelings, being denied basically any of the above. _________________________________________________________ |
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