User Name: Chocobochaos<br/>Last Name: Nythum<br/>First Name: Megorius<br/>*Optional* Nickname(s): Meg<br/>Birthdate: August 1st (Leo)<br/>Age: 38,000+<br/>Kinks: Bitting, Scratching, Licking, Chubbies<br/>Fetishes: Blood<br/>Species: Vampire (Elder)<br/>Appearance:<br/>(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h176/RathNythum/My%20RP%20Chars/meg.jpg)<br/><br/>Height: 6'6<br/>Weight: 187 lbs.<br/>Position (Student/Year, Teacher, etc.): Theater Teacher<br/>Personality:<br/><br/>Meg is a very well mannered vampire. He is, as most are, a complete gentleman with a shocking appearance and stunning features. He is very reserved in his voice and speaks only after careful and precise thought about his actions and words. Suave and charismatic he has swooned many in his day and persists just as strong today. As it is his nature he does not like when things go wrong, in these times he is prone to 'convincing' others by tender passion.<br/><br/>*Optional* Quote(s): “My love is infectious, I’m sure you’ll catch it sooner or later.”<br/>Background:<br/><br/>Raised in the tender arms of his mortal mother and father Megorius had not always been a vampire. Unlike the one who provoked his rebirth Meg was not born with the need to feast upon blood. In turn, he has quickly accelerated the ranks to become an elder during decades of intense work and dedication. It has been through determination, sweat, tears, and lots of blood that he has rose to the highest of titles allowed by the vampiric race and been given the name 'elder.'<br/><br/>As a young boy in his teens Megorius was a chimney sweep who labored long hours to help care for his lower class family. He was an only child, but had been raised with a mother who had been taken ill by a common plague associated with the time and place of his youth. This caused him father to work long hours and eventually work the man to his death.<br/><br/>Meg had never had a close relationship with his parents, however, he respected them as any young man should. It was only upon his seventeenth year that he revealed to his ill mother his interests, or rather lack of interests in romance with the town's woman. He was quickly shut out of his mother's life and shunned from existence in the town. This made him become depressed and paranoid about people in general.<br/><br/>At the turning of his twenty-first birthday Meg took in a young man into his life and home. He could barely afford himself, but he found a way to support the young lad. While weeks became months and months to years the now grown Meg was completely smitten by the romance he had with his white haired lover, Rath Nythum. He was a devoted lover and would do anything for they still youthful looking male he cherished and adored.<br/><br/>During a gathering of herbs and spices it was concluded that Rath had been abducted and was in need of help. Meg, being the man he was quickly followed after and tracked the kidnappers. Low and behold it had been a group of vampires that had abducted the young and naive man.<br/><br/>It was then that Meg did everything in his power to allow for the young man's safety only to find that the subtle things he never thought of were signs that his young lover was in reality a vampire as well.<br/><br/>Dropping to his knees Meg was battered and bruised as he tried still to fight for the man he still knew to be his one true love. Upon his death Meg swore his love to Rath and awaited his last moment on this plain. As Rath lay witness he took it upon himself to grant the man a life as an immortal as he took Meg and escaped the area.<br/><br/>Kissing him tenderly on the lips Rath bore a life anew. Meg would now await the hour that he too would be reborn and become a vampire halfling. Hours passed and the clock struck the time in which all vampires rise anew and as all others have, Meg too was reborn.<br/><br/>As Meg awoke Rath greeted him happily and revealed the new news to him. At first this seemed like a dream, but finally as Meg's stomach turned in dire straights for the need of something that human food would not subside he could only guess that it was true. He hated this blessing and wished for his own eternal damnation as he detested mankind and vampire alike. It was then all too easy for him to fall out of love with this man he once called his eternal lover, and their now eternal love.<br/><br/>As time passed and decades and centuries went by him Meg entered a school where he thought he could find easy meals to leech upon. All the young men so eager and ready for harvest there. It was then that he became a night teacher at the school for the theater class; a class he had a great talent for as he had for centuries acted his way into the hearts of millions.<br/><br/>He now lurks in the auditorium where he teaches his students. It is not uncommon though for him to seek out a specimen and take them as his favored student until he has a taste of their faint crimson juices.<br/><br/>Previous post reference:<br/><br/><strong>(Reference one)</strong><br/><br/>From the distance came the woman notoriously known as the woman who had bedded ten thousand men. This meant nothing as a title to the geisha, but it meant that as a ninja, she had killed each one as well. Her orange hair was hit by the brutal beams as she reached the gates. Her moonlight colored eyes became yellow as the heat sunk in. Making the aged winkles on her rather young face fad slightly. Her eyes smiled as she stood there in front of the shinobi watching her every move. They stood beside one another as they closed off the opening into the village.<br/><br/>“State your purpose here.” They both choired in unison, their voices housing predominant male tones. It was obvious that neither were going to let her in as easily as she wanted them too, but she did not come unprepared.<br/><br/>She looked at them both with a flicker of her now yellow and grey eyes as the dry wind blew against her exposed form. It was then that she handed them a parchment with only a simple letter written on it and they nodded as they gazed upon it’s image. They did not see what was written on the paper, to them it was a legitimate passport. They stepped aside and allowed for her passage.<br/><br/>It was only after one continued to stare at the document to see it was fake, he headed towards her as she turned and chuckled at him with another deep stare. For a moment he looked about and struggled until he finally stopped in his place. She snickered with a Cheshire grin as she watched the motionless body before her.<br/><br/>“It looks like you weren’t staring at my eyes…” She huffed as she gathered her things and looked over the entire village from its mouth. She sighed to herself as she looked upon the people there with a warm and always motherly smile.<br/><br/>"I'm not here to hurt anyone, so please don't get the wrong impression." She said, still talking to the now out of commission nin behind her. Placing her hand on her hip she batted eyes at a passerby and asked for a tour of the village, being as persuasive as always.<br/><br/>Sawa fallowed the man that she had persuaded to give her a full tour, but paused as he asked her where she was heading. This made her speechless as she tried to gather her thought. Just what did she need from here? She couldn’t just plea for help in Konohagakure, but what else was she to do? Her dear young son was stuck in it’s confines under rule of another village. If they needed help she needed to keep from getting caught.<br/><br/>“I need to find a place to stay for a while, you guys got a place to sit down and have a drink?” She said, the child in her taking over as she gave a warm hearted grin from ear to ear. She was bad this way, trying to drown out the bad with burning liquids of intoxication. Why not? When the mind is so easily taken in, why not reward it with sickening displeasure.<br/><br/>The man nodded and pointed out a place in the distance, it was then that Sawa nodded as well and offered him to go along and journey elsewhere. She didn’t need an escort for where she was going, it was simply none essential. His eyes looked slightly different as he looked about strangely before finally bowed slightly to her and lastly leaving her where she was.<br/><br/>Her eyes searched back at the two nin she had attacked, she knew they’d be waking soon and that she would need to make haste quickly. As a few moments passed they starting to wake and as such she needed to leave from the area now. Steping lightly she anchored her heels on to some rocks and triggered her platform boots to force the long deadly stakes to lift her entire body and project herself into the air.<br/><br/>As she got far enough up the wall she forced the stakes in it's hard surface and caught herself on the side. This was because of her "balance issues" she had no use for normal chakra controlled walking. She had to use these powerful devices or else she would fall due to her top heavy body because of her large chest. She glanced back down as she listened for voices in wait. The men would surely be looking for her if she was to head directly to the Sake bar, so she decided it best to stay a little while longer and hide until her face was covered by the depths of night.<br/><br/>If only they knew her intentions, and if only they knew the feeling of a mother when she was taken from her dear child. Sawa was not here to harm a soul, she was there to try and save a few...<br/><br/><strong>(Reference two)</strong><br/><br/>As Sawa approached the bar she became less worried about being caught. The entrance nin were the only ones who had seen her, and they were probably waking wondering how to find her. Who would think of looking in a bar? If they had that kind of time on their hands they might as well have taken her in right there, is so, they were obviously on a higher quota rage than she.<br/><br/>She shrugged though, walking into the bar she held herself in her usual manner. Her pendulum like hourglass figure making a controlled and liquid like sway over to a seat between two highly intoxicated younger nin. At her full bloom, and steady age of thirty-two she had a taste for younger men. They were innocent, they were naive, but most of all, they were easy to manipulate.<br/><br/>Ever since her relations as a young woman Sawa had become cold to romance. It was now only a matter of physical wants and desires that made her crave the flesh of men. That was at least, what she wanted people to think. Inside of her was a young child, still scared and lonely from a fate that she felt she had placed on herself. Even if those wounds were ever to heal completely she knew that the scars would never fade.<br/><br/>As the seams of her heart become weakened and began to open with pain she had rested firmly in her being she ordered and took a large shot of the strong liquor before her. It's burn blazing down her sleek throat as it eat it's way down to her stomach. The powerful pinch bringing a tear to her eye as she felt what would be her collar line growing hot. It had not taken but six shots before she had forgotten even her purpose for being here.<br/><br/>Looking to a group of ninja she listened to a conversation that they were having very loudly in the center of the bar. Had she not been so intoxicated she would have been more coy in her actions. She watched as one man hung onto his fellow team mate and laughed at his own expense. His voice projected across the table and easily met her ears off to the distant side of the bar.<br/><br/>“This kid, I swear...” He started as he chugged down a large glass of liquor. “He was so pathetic... he took it without any hesitation. I don't even know if he knew what it was!” They all laughed after as he snorted his laughter to a higher degree. “Those Aiyoku, man... not the most stable people in the world.”<br/><br/>Another voice of the group chimed in as the uproar died down. His voice very different from the others, almost too quickly paced for untrained ears to understand. “Yeah, but I hear that mother of his is a piece of art. I wouldn't mind putting a seal on her...” He laughed this conversation beginning to reveal more and more exactly who it was they were talking about. The first man took another drink from his large glass.<br/><br/>“Yeah, but you know what they say about those kind, eh?” He asked, tapping his crown with his index finger. “Does insanity ring a bell?” Once more they all laughed as they tried to convince him to continue on. “I bet that kid is probably hurting now, that or he's dead!” He chuckled as a shuriken was tossed by his face and landed on the wall behind him on the other side of the room. He turned to look in Sawa's direction, very upset eyes looking back at him.<br/><br/>“You can talk bad about me all you want kid, but don't<em>ever</em>joke about my son's life in my presence. YOU HEAR ME?!?!” She screamed as she got up from her place on the bar stool and began to walk over to their table.<br/><br/>It didn't take long to figure out who this woman was, she was not only angry by his words, she fit the description exactly. As she neared one of the men got up and started to head at her with a kunai in hand, his voice fallowing his body quickly behind as he got to her in lightning speed. “Hm, I wonder if the rumors are true then... They say you're a goddess of silk sheets around these parts...” the man grinned widely, baring his teeth as he chuckled slow and deeply.<br/><br/>Sawa looked unchanged in her bitter rage as she did not once look the man in the eye. Her eyes instead focused directly in front of her, where the offender was sitting. With minimal acknowledgment she continued forward and spoke in a simplistic tone. “Only men with bigger<em>salaries</em>than yours get to find that out...”<br/><br/>At this the man looked provoked, he started to attack her and was quickly stopped by her hand. She did not possess super human ability, she merely held inside of her the pent up rage of a mother who's baby was being tortured before her very eyes. The adrenaline rose inside of her body as she grinned and shoved the man aside and into a broom closet nearby. The moment she did she pulled up a chair and forced it against the door behind her.<br/><br/>She sat down and propped her legs up on the table a couple of feet way from the chair. As she did she looked into the eyes of the other young men and narrowed her eyes, her usually kind and good mannered person being shaken from it's roots. Her voice carried well here in the now silent tavern, and so she spoke out to the rest of them. “So, mind telling me were my precious little angel was last seen? Or do I have to get persuasive...”<br/><br/>As she said this she clicked a trigger in her large platform boots and her long and dangerous stakes bolted through them with great speed. As she saw the look on their faces she chuckled aloud to herself. She was not an evil woman, she was just a protective mother.<br/><br/>A man from the wall rushed in, panting loudly as he reached some of his comrades in relief. He needed to pull these men from their off time and bring them to the entry. There had been an invasion by more chitori members, these ones appearing to be less of a threat, but that meant nothing to how many nin should be brought to bring them down. After the first encounter, there was no reason for taking any of these missing nin lightly.<br/><br/>"I need everyone to get to the wall," He panted heavily, not ready to speak from his intense run over but forced himself to anyway. "More Chitori members are here..."<br/><br/>The impact of Sawa's threat seemed to whither as this shocking news rattled into the tavern. She sighed as the men scurried about and asking questions and getting ready to leave. Behind the door that she had trapped the man came a muffled voice that seemed to be curious about the event as well.<br/><br/>"What do they look like this time? I heard the last pair had a really hot babe in it!" This nin was obviously lead to the battle for intentions that were not as admirable as some others.<br/><br/>The messenger caught his breath and started in on their descriptions, one sounding unusually familiar, but yet very different. Her son had all his limbs, his eyes, and he wasn't part of the Chitori. Th man continued as he brought it to their attention that the young, chunky kid had used a paralysis on the entry nin.<br/><br/>She gasped loudly as she came to a devastating realization. This member, had just used a paralysis tonic to freeze the members in their footsteps. He was also described as a very young grey haired boy. It was enough for Sawa to stand up from her place and exit the vicinity. If nothing else, these chitori members where worth checking out. Even if it was a almost unrealistic chance, she was willing to bargain in hopes of finding her little boy that had been harmed out in the deserted wastes.<br/><br/>She pushed through the squabbling nin and slipped out without great amounts of suspicion. She walked down the cobble path and readied herself for anything.<br/><br/><strong>(Reference Three) </strong><br/><br/>As Sawa ventured off into the distance the harsh beams began to beat down on her light orange hair. She had no place to go really, she was simply leading off to where she could. So long as her feet were taking her away from her boy there would be no way for her to go back on her words. A pain inside of herself flushed over her body as she clenched at her chest. This was not her first time experiencing this feeling, but she always had assumed it to be closely related to her chest size and never thought much of it.<br/><br/>Dropping to her knees her bare fleshed legs hit the burning granite under her. It caused the flesh the scold slightly as she hunched over and wrapped both arms around her midsection. The tears that became stolen from her eyes dried so quickly that not a single bead fell to the dry ground. Though she was in pain, she still held her fake smile on her face.<br/><br/>“Smile so the world doesn't know your crying,” She started, talking only to herself. This poem, something she herself had written to remind her of what her horoscope, Libra was meant for. She started to cry as it quickly changed to a very broken chuckle “Laugh so hard it stifles the weeping.”<br/><br/>She quivered as the sharp pain pierced through her heart once more and she clasped it tightly again, gritting her teeth as she felt the pain boil into something somewhat conceivable again.<br/><br/>“Don't let them know inside you're dying,” She huffed as she tried to make her words come out, they were the only thing that was keeping her going now. “Or that you sanity is slowly slipping away.”<br/><br/>The heat was unkind to her as she tried to bring herself back to her feet once more and push on, where she was headed she did not know, but she would gladly keep pushing if it meant she was doing what she felt was best for Nanashi. She wasn't a perfect mother, she wasn't even a good mother in her eyes, but she knew that there came a time when a person has to take their losses and cash their chips before they loose everything. It seemed that day was finally at hand.<br/><br/>She wanted to press forward and continue on, but he mind and legs were numb to her will now, they were acting only as they could manage. She had abused them that right for so long.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>After some time of trying to fight her desire to rejoin the boy her mind started to question the things they had seemed to neglect all that time prior. Was she being as unforgiving as her own son now? She has vowed to make it her life's goal to find someway for him to forgive her. With a bit of ponder she wondered if this really was true, that she herself had fallen victim to the same blunt actions that she had suffered from because of her young son.<br/><br/>Turning back her feet took her back towards to place she had left before. She couldn't just leave her only son, her young baby to be taken by that older nin with the markings. She had to do what she had to protect him. After all, if he was against the world there was one person that no matter how far he treaded would always welcome him back into her arms with love and affection, and that was her.<br/><br/>As Sawa returned once more to rest her eyes on the sight before her she was taken back with great shock. She had not taken the situation too heavily, but rather too lightly. Her eyes focused on the lump of sand that clung to the ground as a man wielded it from his standing place.<br/><br/>The sand still harshly beating down at her as her eyes began to water from the particles. There rested one of the beasts of legend, something she had never once imagined she would lay witness to in her lifetime. Looking only minutely like the young boy she felt it was easy to assume this was her son, the boy who had sold his very life to gain a power such like this.<br/><br/>Her assumption was based on two things, the creatures height, and Nanashi's disappearance. She had not been gone long enough for the boy to have up and left ragingly into the night. It was too soon, especially since there were still people here. He was certainly not the type to simply give in, and she knew this more than anyone.<br/><br/>She looked at the other, older boy as the wall near them began to crumble. Her main focus though, was on the boy that had been attacked with the intense sand. She took not of the young sand user, and darted in his direction. Sliding along the falling rocks she was hit by two oncoming rocks as they became loose from the once solid wall. Cutting her left arm, and right cheek she pushed forward, the direct path seeming blocked as she triggered once more the stakes to force her to a great height along the entrance wall.<br/><br/>Feeling the gravity take hold of her upward motion she made a fine flip over the attacker and began a descend down upon him. Her long and thick stake heels of her platform shoes ready in wait for contact. This attack much different form her usual, seductive attacks as she poured her entire brute strength into this descending kick upon the young man.<br/><br/>It was not like a battle anymore, this was the fury of a mother as she witnessed her baby get hurt. She couldn't hear anything, she couldn't feel anything, she could only focus herself on that place of pure impact that was getting closer and closer.<br/><br/>I worned you sand nin, noone touches my baby! Echoed in her head, but the attack called for silence as she had swiftly raced up on him. The sand cushioning her usually noticable hollow sounding platforms as she forced her way through.<br/>