#Lannik Embree

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Lannik Embree

"Look, a Long Island Iced Tea is not tea with liquor in it. A Long Island Iced Tea is liquor with liquor in it."

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Lannik Embree

FC: Timothy Olyphant Age: 214 (looks 37) Height: 6'0" Sexuality: Heterosexual Species: Living Vampire Occupation: Bartender in a country-western bar

Born in 1810 on a plantation to a wealthy family, Mr. George Hampton and Mrs. Sarah Hampton. He had a decent childhood growing up, and never questioned whether or not his parents loved him. The servants enjoyed his company because he never caused problems and was always interested in what they were doing.

He was the same way with the slaves working the plantation. He was never judgmental of them, always wanted to talk to them, and was always interested in what they were doing. He was admonished for this several times by his parents.

As he got older, he became fascinated with cowboys and cowboy culture. He read whatever he could about them, and would strike up excited conversations with them when he would go into town with his parents or one of the servants.

He became especially fascinated by outlaws. Especially the ones who managed to do what they did without hurting people unless they had to.

In his early 20s, he decided the cowboy life was for him, and decided he was going to go out and be one, and try his hand at being an outlaw, though he didn't tell his family that part.

His parents pleaded with him not to go, that he had everything he needed right at home, and that there was no need to go out gallivanting around the countryside. His father wanted to cut him off if he went through with his 'dream', his mother pleaded with his father not to, just in case.

Lannik rode into town, and bought some new clothes, bought a couple of pistols, and set out on the life he'd now chosen for himself. Because of his training at home with a rifle and a handgun (his parents insisted 'just in case'), he was already fairly proficient. He robbed a few banks over the next few years, though never killing anyone without cause, he never killed unless he had to. He also collected bounties on occasion. Then, one day, in 1847, when he was 37 years old, the townspeople of a bank he tried to rob, retaliated. As he escaped, a posse went after him, catching up to him and shooting him several times. He fell from his horse, and the posse left him where he fell.

He lay there dying slowly, bleeding out, when he was happened upon by Tolaas. They talked for a bit, and Tolaas explained how he had been watching Lannik for a while now. He didn't know what possessed him to do such a thing, but Tolaas ended up siring Lannik to save his life. Maybe Tolaas saw a bit of himself in the dying man, or maybe he was just feeling incredibly generous. Either way, after turning Lannik, and finding him a donor, he did take him under his wing to teach him, as Tolaas had been responsible for him.

In 1861, America's civil war happened. Tolaas and Lannik both joined on the side of the North, the Union. After the war, both of them bloodied, bruised, and tired from the whole mess, went their separate ways.

Tolaas checked up on Lannik a few times, but otherwise he let him live his life.

Lannik never went back to his parents, instead, he took odd jobs, a couple of cattle drives, and worked as a ranch hand. He watched the progress of man, saw the world change, and he tried to change with it but had a difficult time. He was a cowboy, and that's all he would be.

Modern day, he works as a bartender in the country-western-themed Saddle Ranch Saloon.

He lives in a modest apartment, making a meager living. Tolaas had approached him a few times, asking if he needed money, and offering to help, but Lannik refused. He did, however, thank Tolaas for everything he did for him, and for sticking by him for so long. But he wanted to try to live hiss life by his own means now.

Lannik grew up with compassion and care, and learned it for others, regardless of his parents' personal or political leanings. He is still a kind individual, even if he is reckless. He tries not to break the law anymore, as the days of the outlaw are dead. But he still takes on a 'job' now and then which has him hunting down some nefarious individuals.

Lannik will sometimes lie about being a Living Vampire, because he finds it fun to mess with people.

He never really believed in relationships and 'true love', after watching his father cheat on his mother more than once, and his mother pretending nothing happened.

So, in that area, he'll date several people at once but refuses to make any sort of emotional relationship happen.

Hidden part of his past: Lannik had/has a half-sister he never talks about. (Or to, depending on what I want to do with that information.) This is for a good reason he will never talk about.

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I wanna do something with my muses:

Eileen Coombs Lannik Embree RaDean "Dean" Harriman Ulysses K. Hartford Mason Briggs Rachel Marie Evans King At'Ele'gun

And, as always, Tolaas Bluue

If you'd like to do anything with any of these muses, please let me know. Read over their bios and such, pick a muse, and tell me. Let's get some threads going.

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Okay, muse specific starter call!

Who wants a thread with Mason Briggs, Rachel Marie Evans, RaDean "Dean" Harriman, or Lannik Embree?

Specify which muse, and which muse of yours.

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New muse added: Lannik Embree

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"Shit no, I ain't gonna tell you what ya can er cannot eat. It's yer body, I ain't got any right the tell ya what ta do with it." He offered her smile.

Then Tolaas shook his head and wrapped an arm around her. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "No, darlin', ya didn't 'ffend me, I promise. It's just..." he screwed up his face trying to think. "I don't... sire people. Not without a good reason, er 'less'n I ain't got no other choice."

He took her hand and started and started to walk with her. "Bein' what I am... it's notta easy existence. I mean, some people love the whole idea a'bein' bit, an' turning - 'Oh, all the fun things I could do as a vampire' an' on an' on."

He furrowed his brows. "They really don't think about the extended life, bein' 'immortal' an' all. Watchin' all yer friends an' lovers dies over the years," he squeezed Duchess' hand for a moment at the thought, "while you live forever..." He let out a soft sigh.

"Wanderin' the world, tryin' ta find a place where ya fit in.." He shook his head again. "It ain't easy by a longshot. Unfortunately," Tolaas exhaled slowly, and looked off into the distance, "I had to bestow this 'gift'," he used the word mockingly, "ta save someone's life one time, back in the ol' west."

He was thinking about Lannik Embree. After he was turned, going through the whole process, Tolaas tried to be a bit of a mentor to him. And for a while, it worked. Then, a few years later, Lannik wanted to go off on his own. It was his life, so Tolaas couldn't and wouldn't argue.

Lannik and Tolaas shook hands and parted ways. They managed to meet up every few years and hang out for a bit, then headed out on their own once again. It had been about 30 or 40 years since he had heard from Lannik himself. He'd heard on the grapevine that Lannik was now working as a bartender in an upscale country bar on the other side of town. Tolaas had had a mental note to go and see him for a couple of years, but he always managed to get too busy. He'd have to change that.

Tolaas brought Duchess' hand up to his lips, and slowly and softly kissed it all over.

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“I found my shadow hunting outfit. What do you think?”

Tolaas nodded his approval. "It looks damned good on ya, darlin'," he said. His face then dropped into something semi-serious. "But ya know I can't take ya ShadowHuntin'."

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