A Re-Coming out party for Azraeth Dragomir [open]

[Enzo Dragomir]

You Are Cordially Invited To Azraeth Dragomir's Re-Coming out party
Presented by Nikolae Dragomir and the Dragomir Line
Time: 7 o'Clock est
Date: April 30'th Saturday
Where: Arbor Vitae Winery
Theme: 1960's Playboy Chic


Dragomir and Dragonal proudly invite you to celebrate Azraeth Dragomir's
Re-Coming out event. Formal dress in theme required. (Live RP)

Bertram walked quietly toward his sir, his hand full of a silver tray bearing calling cards from those who wished audience with Mister Lorenzo Vaughn Dragomir, and the finalized invitation sir wished to send out on behalf of his brother Mister Azraeth Dragomir. The manservant could not be prouder to be in the service of such an illustrious lineage and swept the tray down upon the table for sir to review.

His master raised his head from his missives as Bertram stepped back without turning, waiting his orders. "Thank you Bertram, this is the final draft?" he asked as he picked it up from the salver, sweeping the calling cards around carelessly and with little thought. "Yes master Lorenzo, it just arrived from the engravers."

Sir nodded perfunctorily once as he looked it over, then handed it to Bertram. "This is excellent, you've done well." The manservant cradled the warmth he felt from the praise to his chest, filing it away under why he loved his job and this line of Dragons. "Thank you sir. Shall I have them delivered?"

"Yes... see that they make the rounds to the businesses we've dealt with first, family, and friends of the Dragons. You have the list." Sir paused then before continuing, looking thoughtful "See that each business owner receives several so that they may have a broader choice of companions for the eve."

Bertram bowed then and backed up to leave, had just reached the door to turn when Sir spoke again "RSVP to Friday evening, then bring me the list so that I can send that off to Ariadne and the caterers... entertainment.. " Sir trailed off, he knew Bertram would have it done right. "As you wish sir."

[Kaspar]

Kaspar had been caught by the arm after a gig, a well dressed gentleman who had one measly inch on him and a devilish smile. He hadn't been complaining, the man was behind handsome and reminded him of an old friend, his first favourite meal after his turning. He'd been there to proposition him, to offer a job and see if the man was up to task. A party, he said, for one Azraeth Dragomir. He'd heard the name Dragomir, he wasn't entirely sure he'd met any of that particular lineage before. Didn't matter, it was a job and it sounded like a hell of a lot of fun. Playboy bunny's, and a man parading around in a Hef style outfit. He could handle that.

He told the man he'd think about it, holding out his hand expectantly, waiting for a card that would no doubt be close at hand to be placed against his palm. Hel wasn't disappointed and gave the man a nod, pocketing it. "I'll speak with the band, and send you over our fee and requirements. We'll speak soon."

The day to speak had arrived, he'd sent over his fee, his needs and the man's reply was enthusiastic, no argument. Of course not, Kaspar was fair and levelheaded, he played the rockstar where need be but at the end of the day he understood the business aspects required for a band to keep afloat. EP's, merchandise, touring, he'd done it and they had a steady following, it would be easy to launch them into fame. He had only a short time to decide if that was their future, if he could bring himself to do it, to face the reality that he wouldn't ever be the aged rocker his father was. He'd have to die young, and disappear from the media. Vampirism could be a real pain in the ***.

He was nodding along to the man's words, tapping his fingertips upon his leather clad knee. "Mm, yes Enzo, then we have an agreement. I'll send you a more firm list of my set when we have it, is there anything else you need of me? I believe there was mention of costumes, I do love a good costume. On a scale of 1 to "oh my", how clothed would like us to be?" The man smirked, perhaps it could be heard in his voice, and if he got in trouble for it he could always blame it on the German accent. He assumed though, from what he'd seen of Enzo thus far, the man would enjoy a good bit of teasing.

[Enzo Dragomir]

8x10 glossies slid across the desk making slick whish sounds, blending into the music playing softly in the background. Miles Davis crooned with his trumpet easing through Enzo's thoughts like a band of silk flowing over skin. The office itself was richly appointed, the decour hand picked by his Mortll and screamed power, wealth and intimidation. She knew him well. Rich shades of cadet blue offset with black and winter white set the tone, his enormous desk of almost black mahogany center stage.

Stopping at a particular pic and bio he held the handsome face up to peruse it closer and was immediately struck with 'this is the one.' Dragonal on it's face was an international marketing firm and Enzo was a ******* master at it, summing up talent in seconds and putting it with the product it needed. His reputation was lethal and he continued to hone that into damn near a weapon. He could make or break new stars, new talent, product...

The average person didn't realize that was where power really lay. Enzo wasn't an average person.

He pressed his service com to his secretary, the barracuda in the front office leading to his, and bodyguard if you let her describe herself. He didn't need guarding of his body, but it amused him that she was so rabid about her job requirements and her boss. "Send him in." was all he said. He'd had Kaspar being treated like a little lordling by Dragonal's handlers right on down to massages and vintage records to listen to and keep. He knew the lad was a vampire so had the arbor vitae spilling freely for him... and very attractive blood dolls of various sexual preference.

When Kaspar was brought in, it was with flourish as befitted the child of a legend, a man that himself could be legend... if he wasn't dead already and walking. It was a careful line that one walked. Flamboyant and beautiful the singer swept in and flounced about as if high on the air itself.. until you looked into the eyes of a shark. Enzo approved the act and approved the intelligent cutthroat being within.

He allowed the ribbing, and even enjoyed several moments bantering and then got down to business. Yes this gala for his brother was going to be killer