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This is a quick, but decent CG and drawing of a Victorianesque vampire. He kind of reminds me of a more caucasian Klaha from Malice Mizer, but I think he came out nice. I always pictured vampires dark, mysterious, classy and attractive in 1900's attire. I tried to capture this (though, it didn't come out that way), and to make him pretty but still masculine. Oh, well, he has nice cheekbones I guess...I'd let him bite me. Overall, I think it's good for a quick CG, and I actually did somewhat of a background-a dark one on purpose, but a little iffy and his hand is off. He must have dislocated it...very badly. Heheh. I sketched it, scanned it, and colored it on OpenCanvas 1.
Oh, here's a poem I did a little but ago to go with it...hehe, my attempt. I'm no great poet, but I try.
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Kiss of Vice:
Deep, piercing are his eyes,
Lips brag a menacing grin,
Above him burgeon gray the skies.
Hidden, his insidious oracle within.
He walks along the damp cobblestone streets.
Children hide, trembling of fear.
Young ladies blush with shallow eyes at the guise he does appear.

Alone he murmurs a monodic song,
As he nears his homely destination.
His rich hair swings beneath his top hat,
The winds snivel raging lamentation.

Finally he reaches a twinkling light,
Modest and humble it seems,
But as his dark silhouette advances, the stronger it begins to gleam.
Revealing a house of gray stone, beauty, though it shivers of grim.
Inside the walls whisper unsightly stories, gloomy, woeful hymns.

Shrieks echo throughout the hallways masquerading as soughing zephyrs.
Which seems to make him the more elated though now they wail; twice the effort.
In his chambers of oak and pine, spotless, and clean.
Though upon the oaken floors emits an unsightly, red sheen.
Coffins line his cellar, tombstones burnish his courtyard.
Gargoyles protect his entrance, serving as a malevolent ward.

He sits in front of his fire place, holding a glass filled with red.
Nor wine, nor drink of any kind does satisfy this Lord, save nectar of the undead.
Giver of life, so vibrant and sweet, it leaves delicious malice upon his face.
His pointed teeth clench upon his lips, this dreadful Lord does take,
From maidens and gentleman, those young and those old.
His bloody history is one horrific to unfold.
How gorgeous he appears, his guile so lovely, intentions so queer.
How many fancy loving him, unknowing his fatal price, that he's merely out to covet you and share his kiss of vice.
(c)Iroti M. 03'

Description
This is a quick, but decent CG and drawing of a Victorianesque vampire. He kind of reminds me of a more caucasian Klaha from Malice Mizer, but I think he came out nice. I always pictured vampires dark, mysterious, classy and attractive in 1900's attire. I tried to capture this (though, it didn't come out that way), and to make him pretty but still masculine. Oh, well, he has nice cheekbones I guess...I'd let him bite me. Overall, I think it's good for a quick CG, and I actually did somewhat of a background-a dark one on purpose, but a little iffy and his hand is off. He must have dislocated it...very badly. Heheh. I sketched it, scanned it, and colored it on OpenCanvas 1.
Oh, here's a poem I did a little but ago to go with it...hehe, my attempt. I'm no great poet, but I try.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ -----------
Kiss of Vice:
Deep, piercing are his eyes,
Lips brag a menacing grin,
Above him burgeon gray the skies.
Hidden, his insidious oracle within.
He walks along the damp cobblestone streets.
Children hide, trembling of fear.
Young ladies blush with shallow eyes at the guise he does appear.

Alone he murmurs a monodic song,
As he nears his homely destination.
His rich hair swings beneath his top hat,
The winds snivel raging lamentation.

Finally he reaches a twinkling light,
Modest and humble it seems,
But as his dark silhouette advances, the stronger it begins to gleam.
Revealing a house of gray stone, beauty, though it shivers of grim.
Inside the walls whisper unsightly stories, gloomy, woeful hymns.

Shrieks echo throughout the hallways masquerading as soughing zephyrs.
Which seems to make him the more elated though now they wail; twice the effort.
In his chambers of oak and pine, spotless, and clean.
Though upon the oaken floors emits an unsightly, red sheen.
Coffins line his cellar, tombstones burnish his courtyard.
Gargoyles protect his entrance, serving as a malevolent ward.

He sits in front of his fire place, holding a glass filled with red.
Nor wine, nor drink of any kind does satisfy this Lord, save nectar of the undead.
Giver of life, so vibrant and sweet, it leaves delicious malice upon his face.
His pointed teeth clench upon his lips, this dreadful Lord does take,
From maidens and gentleman, those young and those old.
His bloody history is one horrific to unfold.
How gorgeous he appears, his guile so lovely, intentions so queer.
How many fancy loving him, unknowing his fatal price, that he's merely out to covet you and share his kiss of vice.
(c)Iroti M. 03'