s e v e n
dark romanticist
I n t r o d u c t i o n
"Hush now. . . don't make a noise."
- for people are already in their seats. Surely you would hate to be rude, for it is the play of your lifetime unfolding before you. Have you got your tickets? Well take your seats, my dear ladies and gentlemen, for the show is about to start. A tale of love, a tale of misery. One so vengeful, a fate crossed in two. A man's lone foolish dream, beliefs covered in ash and dust. The hopeless cries of a child, crimson crusted fingers and darkened eyes. Roses, castles, the smell of empty streets. A classic fairy tale, really, one filled with magic and the supernatural. A piece of penny dreadful, where vampires and werewolves roamed free. Fictitious, you might say, old wives tale, and you might be correct. But now that you are already here, allow us to serve you. Grab a drink if you'd like, make your experience as comfortable as possible and prepare yourselves, for really- in the end, are these story really so unfamiliar?
Be wary- be very wary, my dearest audience, for beyond the shroud of light, there are so much than what meets the eye. . .
Teresa Smythe
"The girl who began it all. At the wrong place, at the wrong time, or is something else in play? Little flower that has yet too bud, though has now perished, petrified in the unforgiving fate of death. Died, 11 December, 1877."
Oliver Grey
"A mischievous vampire, known to be loyal to the Union, though not so much to his own sanity. Having disappeared for centuries long, only to return one day to the city he has long abandoned. Could he be a bringer of chaos, or an unexpected spark of hope?"
William Mortimer
"A young boy, only at the peak of his age. Oh, there was so much of his future, wealth and glory all put to his name. If only things had not been so unfortunate. Sadly, not even him could remember what happened that night."
Everet Duncanson
"Every Londoner on a brief look. Young man, only so little over twenty, very much ordinary. Except, of course, that he is not. An exile to the HrΓ³lfr Clan, looked down upon for his status, and now- the murder of an innocent girl."
Charles Barrington
"The Head of the London Union, a vampire of really old age despite the appearance. No one knew exactly how long have he roamed the world- it was only the hollowness of his gaze that marked the years. Years that slowly ate up his soul."
Alena Anson
"A young werewolf woman, belonging to the HrΓ³lfr Clan. Much are still unknown."
Theodor HrΓ³lfr
"The son of the Alpha. Much unknown."
Jesse Lancaster
"Baring the appearance of a young boy, but the eyes that have seen the world gone by. Stone-cold, both expression and heart. Right-hand man to the London's head, though the fact is rather debatable."
Valentine
"Eccentric man who deals with underground business- not much is known about his past and he was not the type to talk, either. A believer of science, people call him mad. Him? A visionare."
WIP
- Authors: s e v e n and Nona
- Code: s e v e n (inspired by spookie )
- Face claims: To the respective actors/actresses
- Artwork: Justyna "Louvey" Wachowska (Artstation)
Final Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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