Kieran Ambrose

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About Kieran Ambrose

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  • Age & Birthday
    Eighteen, 26th March
  • Gender
  • Blood Status
    Unknown Pureblood
  • Height & Build
    5'8", slim
  • Sexual Orientation
  • Romantic Status
    Single, Plotted With
  • Romantic Partner
    Mathias Cunningham
  • Abilities
    Parseltounge; Wandless Magic
  • Face Claim
    Ralf Javoiss

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  1. He is real! Dorian who? He got nothing on my painting skills!

  2. mature

    His words hit him like a dagger and the dark atmosphere ceased a little "No, you are not the author..." he said sounding for a moment like someone in denied, yet, his deep blue eyes had a look of triumph, reinforce by the discreet smirk of his lips "You are him, you are Mathew Petrovic. Perhaps the real tale is not as embellish as your words had portraited, but as an artist, I know, sometimes, art require some sacrifices to captivate the World... So..." he leans forward totally not bothering with the other customers in room "Tell me Mister Cunnigham, how does it feel to be in power?" and then closing the space between them "Or... Even better how did it felt to stare death in their eyes?" he stare for a brief moment, with a look that evokes lust and danger at the same time, and then drawn back and smile "Well, glad you accept my invitation Mister Cunnigham, and please accept your portrait as token of my passion for your work. I would give you my card, but I am sure it will not take long for you to find me. If you are interested in my work, I assure there is plenty of more canvas that I had not show to the public." his apartment was filled with portraits of Mathew and Auto-Portraits of himself doing all sort of things, being his favorite the one where the two man are having passionate sex, while in the mirror of the canvas it is a reflection of the scene, however the roles had flipped, like an alternate reality where the dominant becomes the submissive, think on that canvas made him want to kick everyone out of the gallery except that man and make art right there, in the middle of the gallery.
  3. mature

    Kieran was in trance, dwelling in his fantasies of having Mathew cold hands wrapped around his neck, being on a verge of death and pleasure, he quite often had those visions after finishing reading again his words, although other times he wanted to just enter in that world and be Avery, he wanted to be the only form of desire and love of that sadistic being, who like him was wrap in a cloak of greed... That greed was what lead to the end of Avery, but would he not do the same? He was sure he would... Although, he often wonders if Mathew would be like Kieran when it comes to persuading the things he wanted the most. A man's voice awakens from his thoughts, still paying attention to his master piece, he answered the man without looking at them "That would be me, Kieran Ambrose, if you are interested in any of the canvas let me know, although... In Apollo's name..." he gasped as he finally made visual contact with the possible customer. "Had the Devil heard my thoughts? You... Please, excuse me for a moment, I need to take a break." he said pulling out of his pocket a pack of cigarettes and heading outside, nervously, lighting the cigarette. He took a deep blow while glancing now and then at the gallery and then toward the portrait, no, it could not be true, someone must have been pranking him... Such craftsmanship could not be real, yet, the more he observed the more he saw how the mysterious man and the Mathew Petrovic were alike, even the aristocratic posture was present, not mention those permanent frozen river eyes shade. He throws away the cigarette, after one last smoke, and step on it while blowing the inhaled smoke. Heading straight toward the mysterious man, ignoring others who called his name "I hope this is not a prank because I find a hell of a coincidence the likes of you being so on point with my masterpiece. You are aware I am the artist, but who are you?! And why you look just like him!?" he demands the answer as he point toward the large painting of the vampire in a blazer. As his temperament changed so did something in the air, the light flickered and some of the other customers felt a bit of alarming as if a storm was approaching.
  4. mature

    Forever You Said @Mathias Cunningham «The Price of Existence» by K. Ambrose Ever since Kieran stumble on that novel his art had drastically change, he used to draw the Irish landscape, but nowadays he found himself immersed in sketches and paintings inspired by the work of Mathias Cunningham. He read the first of his novels and once he turns the first page he felt compelled to read more, although, it was not the writing itself what appealed him, even thought it felt feasible, it was the protagonist who drawn him to the Dark Hearts book series. He dreamed of him, he felt his struggles and that unconscious feeling he had that there should be something else in store for him. His empathy with the protagonist gradually became an obsession and soon he found himself trying to track a way to contact the writer, he was not sure if it was his official email or not, never the less he gave it a shot and sent an invitation for his exhibition entitled Forever You Said, by the entrance was a canvas inspired by the chapter of the night the main character was Turned. «Mathew Petrovic» by K.Ambrose However, his most prized painting was a portrait of him, the vampire he wish it was real, his muse, his fictional lover Mathew Petrovic, he hoped if the author ever came across his gallery felt that his character was real, the same way Kieran felt, in fact gazing toward those painted glacial eyes, dazzled and willing to do anything for that man. In fact, if there was a way of bringing that painted soul to life Kieran would do it, no matter what was his price, he would even sell his soul to the Devil if he had too. He was so focused in his thoughts and in his wandering feeling of pride and lust for his masterpiece that he did not even notice the curious minds entering the gallery.