Vlad was a man who often stuck to his guns; this was what had driven him so far in life. By sticking to his guns it allowed Vlad a sense of security; if anything ever went wrong then he knew the fault lay either in his logic, actions or fate. He would not be able to blame others for creating an idiotic plan, though the possibility that they may still fuck up the plan was always there. Even to this moment his actions are driven by this. They lead him successfully through every encounter thus far, and as such his pride has only continued to grow larger and larger; the thought that his actions may be incorrect crossing his mind less and less as he went on; his descent into darkness. This was, more than likely, due to his upbringing.
Personality; this was the one word that could be used to describe Vlad. Narcissistic was another. Cannibal even fit the paradigm. Attitude would be the best in this situation, and most others. Vlad's attitude was one that simply did not care for others. While he was able to understand the views of others, he often ignored them. There were certain conditions that would lead to him entertaining the thought of sympathizing with the views of others, though this only ever occurred after he was bale to identify a common bond between them. Often he was unable to find a person, or group of people, that could shared any of his ideals. While many claimed to use his belief as a reason to defend their actions it only brought ill will towards it. Corruption; Fiore was filled with it and it was evident in every day life. The aristocrats were able to use their money to achieve whatever goal they had in mind; they could buy whatever they wanted; some claimed that certain things had no price, such as love, but they were often proved to be incorrect. Money,and power. These two things launched a person higher and higher atop the political, and even social, ladder. Hell, even with a single one of these two things the person was able to soar to heights that others would only dream of; this is assuming they were even able to envision such heights. Many of the people who had no chance at obtaining these heights had a rather shallow thought process; they could not see so far ahead; they could not imagine heights so great that it would suffocate any ordinary individual.
The height that could kill; those unobtainable to 99.999% of the world. Only those gifted with a certain vision could see this height; only those who would transcend time would see this; Joan of Arc would be the best example of this person. Those who had enough vision to bring their goals to the brink of becoming reality, defying the societal standard. Most of these people would be thrown into the dungeons, perhaps even hung at the gallows. These people held such a vision that it would change the entire world. These people were the type who could envision these heights. Being able to know that their actions, even if not instantly, would effect the world. This, however, was still not the complete population of the .001%. There were a few others who could simply gaze upon this height, though they could never reach it. These people, when thrown together, could do amazing things. Vlad was a man with a plan, and he needed one of the .001%. He needed a person like that to support him. This was the only way to assure the success of his vision.
Why would these thoughts flash through his mind at this exact moment? Why would his mind be filled with these things; these were the thoughts that led to each action he took. "Well, its more to reward myself than to punish you dear. Your ass is very tempting." He chuckled, feeling the female cling onto him. It seemed she was able to perform such cute acts. Huh...
He thought to himself, though the action would pull him away.
Marceline was a person who, in the mind of Vlad, had the ability to see these heights. That was not enough, however, he needed a person who could obtain these heights. He could see them, but he knew they were out of his grasp. His thoughts were cut short, again, as she began to speak to him. All theses things she called him. Annoying seemed to be her favorite; though, if she meant it than she would avoid any job that involved him.
These were the things that drove Vlad to interact with Marceline. He had some faith that she could lead him to the place he often dreamt of; the place that could facilitate his dreams, his ideals. Even if she was unable to do such things for him, he still appreciated her company. Not many would choose to meet him for a second job, let alone a single job. People often fled from his area, or they simply disliked the male. He was aware of this, and simply held his tongue; even those that were considered "dark" mages were unable to stay beside him. These conventional "dark" mages were useless. They simply wanted destruction, nothing more. They wanted to simply obliterate the world, end all of it. Allow themselves to be at the very top of the totem pole. This was not something that Vlad was able to sympathize with. Yes, destruction was necessary. Vlad was able to admit this, though he believed that after all the destruction was complete it would be imperative to rebuild society. Most faults in society could be explained due to corruption that they face in each and every level of the societal ladder.
Before he even knew it the pair had appeared in front of the door that would lead to the completion of their job; perhaps this would be a bit more entertaining than he had originally thought. Perhaps he would even get to see that cute side of Marceline again, the thought brought a smirk to his face. "Well, just try your best dear. Keep up, and stay useful. That is all I ever ask of you, correct?" He snickered, pushing the door open.
Entering the room a vile stench would overtake the two; this did not bother Vlad, though he was no longer able to simply ignore its presence. Walking forward, Vlad would fall on his ass; it seemed the man was not they type to clean up after himself. As he rubbed his back, preparing to stand, a spear would fly over his head; no, it was not a single spear. It was fucking hundreds of spears. They all flew, piercing the air, over his head. Waiting for the barrage of spears to end, Vlad would stand.
Now, rubbing the blood off of his pants, he would look into the room; it seemed that this same, bland, trap littered the room; she was correct. Taking a step forward, he would begin to examine the room; it was interesting. What thought process allowed for the man to believe he could play God? Yes, necromancy was a very real magic, however, even upon being revived it did not bring the person completely back. Once lost, a soul cannot return – fully – to the body. While some would find his reasons understandable, Vlad was simply enraged by this. Causing so many souls suffer for no reason; their lives mattered not, but once their soul was at rest there was little reason to bring them back. This enraged Vlad simply because of the faulty logic. How could one believe the complete resurrection of a person was plausible? It was at this point that the necromancer would come into View. "Disgusting person you are; do you believe yourself to be god?" Vlad would boast, walking forward. As he did so he snap his finger, calling upon one of his loyal subjects.
"Oi, big boy, can you help teach this man a lesson?" He chuckled as the floor emitted a low light. From this light rose the horns of something that would be, very, familiar to Marceline. Standing in front of Vlad was one of the unfortunate demons that decided to test Vlad when he and Marceline had arrived at their first job. Letting out a loud roar, the beast simply moved forward; the spears flew through the beast, it seemed they were mere illusions. As he approached the Necromancer would begin to fire bolts that were akin to lightning in every way, except for one; they were simply black. Ah, a manifestation of death. That's the only reasonable assumption.
He thought to himself, now running forward. It seemed he had a single objective; slaughter the mother fucker. He did not deserve to live. "If you wish to see your wife, do so in the afterlife." Vlad would exclaim, kicking to the left. By doing this he would maneuver around the goliath. Kicking forward he would be able to close distance between the two.
This was all that Vlad would allow the man to do; he was simply disgusted by the man. Letting out a furry of slashes, his scythe would prove very useful. It seemed the man was confused on whether he should focus on the demon, or Vlad. In order to counteract this, he would simply raise his arm; this caused the bodies of the recently deceased to rise around the two, though the demon simply grabbed Vlad by the waist, lifting him upward; following this it would swing its club, sending the bodies to fly. This was the end; the necromancer seemed to have been hit, he was now on his knee. Freeing himself, Vlad would run up and kick the man in the face. "Die." Is all he said, grabbing the mans staff and beating him to death with it.
Tossing the staff onto the ground, Vlad would turn around. "Disgusting man; he should have died long ago." He scoffed, before turning around once more. Grabbing the rings off the males hand, he would turn around yet again. "Well, we got a bonus." He chuckled, tossing the ring to the female. There was no way she could miss the ring, or so he planned. Waiting for the female to catch the ring he would saunter over; though, as she secured the grip on the ring he would wrap his arm around her waist. "Well, we did good. What do you think?" He chuckled, walking forward; his arm still around her waist he would bring her with him.
He would move his hand upward, turning to the side. Now, his hand against the wall, he would look at her once more. "Ya know, there is something I've been wanting to do? I feel like theres tension between the two of us. Don't you agree?" He chuckled, taking a step back. "So go ahead, say what you want." He said, looking her over once more.
Vlad's Defiance: +25% dmg resistance
Death's Blessing: +20% dmg
Soul Resonance: +10% dmg
Deaths Consumption: +3% MP/post
Abilities used:Troll Ortus§DemonExsanguination