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  • Name: Cormac Ó Catháin

    Nickname: Cormac O'Kane

    Birthday: 1998-06-19

    Sexuality: Heterosexual

    Species: Witch





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  • Name: Yilan

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    DOB: 1876-10-4

    Sexuality: Bisexual

    Species: Vampire





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THE BASICS
Name
Daniel Miller

Nickname
Danny

Age & Birthday
28, November 19th

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Species
Werewolf
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THE LOOKS

Face Claim
Michiel Huisman

General Appearance
If being turned into a werewolf has any positives, it is the physique. Where once Daniel was a thin, scrawny man, he now has a well toned and muscled six foot form that doesn't seem to change regardless of how much, or how little, he eats. Daniel has lacked a real reason or motivation to keep up his appearance so he has taken a... haggard style. His light brown hair has grown out, often messy and without any real order outside of what he manages to tame with some quick finger brushing, a scratchy beard has stretched its way across his jaw and his clothing choice is... well, whatever he can find at the time that is still able to be worn often earthy tones such as greens or browns with simple blue jeans and worn boots. He does own a single canvas jacket for some protection against foul weather. Around his neck is a simple stainless steel necklace with a lone silver ring held aloft. He never goes anywhere without it. His body is without scars or marks as any that he had before are long gone, healed by his werewolf physiology. His teeth are even and white and when he smiles, his nasal lines are clear and defined.

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THE DETAILS

Personality
Adaptable || Meticulous || Anxious || Aloof || Cynical/Faithful​

Daniel is an odd person because its hard to really figure out who 'Daniel' is because 'Daniel' tends to wear faces. A practice he adopted as a child that got him through school, life and all its dangerous situations, Daniel can 'adapt' his personality and mold himself to be however he wants to be based on what he, subconsciously, feels is best for the situation. Much like a chameleon, he can bend his personality to allow himself to better blend in, to get along with the people around him and to otherwise get where he needs to go. This was more prominent in his years at law school and his few dealings with vampires where he becomes charming, suave and sophisticated, willing to engage with them on that 'higher level' they so often claim to be on but when around other werewolves, he adopts a slightly more aggressive, but distant, nature. To keep them at arms length but show the 'necessary' aggression and bravado expected from his.. kind. If, however, he is caught off guard, when he has not prepared himself or was not expecting it, something closer to the Daniel he truly is emerges. Someone who stumbles over his words, isn't quite sure what to say and withdraws for the safety of distance as the last few years have not been kind to his body, soul or psyche.

Regardless of his adopted persona of the week, Daniel is always meticulous. He has a certain... need for order in his life. Things have to be a certain way, objects must be where they belong and organized correctly else it will gnaw away at the back of his mind until he corrects it. This extends to all things he does, he isn't a fan of 'winging it', he likes to have a plan, a list of things he needs to do, how to do them and when to do them. If he is deprived of his order, he will fumble around, vulnerable and unsure of himself. The last few years of the vagabond lifestyle has not alleviated this in any means, even when he has nothing, he has a plan, a set list of things to do and when to do them. The very idea of just 'leaping' into something blindly is terrifying and he has only done it once, like most people, he did it for love and it did not end well which has further cemented himself into this resolute, strictly maintained mindset. This need for order helps him control his natural anxiety, something that bubbles beneath the surface of even his most well practiced of personas. If things are not going to plan, he can quickly unravel into a panic attack or nervous fidgeting as his mind races to try and peace together a new, often worse, plan of action. Because of this, he is certainly not great at dealing with the unexpected or surprises even if the last few years have spent each day punching him in the teeth, it still has not felt any less painful.

Daniel is, fundamentally, an aloof man. He likes his distance.. as much of it as he can get. He doesn't have friends, nor pack mates, nor loves, nor family.. He doesn't have much of anything and he prefers it that way. Distance means safety. He can't hurt anyone if he is alone, he can't be hurt by anyone, if he is alone. Emotions... complicate things. Relationships... complicate things especially when one is a monster and despite what some believe, he feels no kinship to other monsters, if anything, he resents other werewolves with every ounce of his humanity that still clings to the edges of his mind. While he will engage in.. small talk when he has to, usually behind a persona barrier, and he does enjoy it to a degree, as all humans do, that is all it will be.

As odd as it may sound, Daniel is both cynical and faithful. He does not trust other people, regardless of their stated intentions. People mess up, things happen, people die, what they meant to do doesn't change that nor does it wipe the blood and guilt away. If something seems too good to be true, it is and must be examined, cross examined and then protected if, somehow, there is an iota of truth to be found. This cynicism also makes it easy for him to justify actions to himself, however unfair or horrible it may be, that is just how life works and he must look out for himself. Yet, despite his distrust of the world and its inhabitants, he, himself, will hold his faith. If he gives his word, he keeps it. If he makes a promise, he fulfills it. He does not expect the same from others, and in fact, is surprised when they do, but his word is all he has and its a concept his father long beat into him, at the end of the day, you have no one, wealth comes and goes, you may have food one day but not the next but a man can always has the value of his word.

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Likes & Dislikes
Likes
Semantics, Period Dramas/Westerns, smell of leather and worn pages, bourbon, cats, coffee,
stars, bridges, libraries

Dislikes
Woodland animals, mud, dogs/wolves, werewolves, witches, vampires, swamps, heat, cold, insects, birds,
ice, snow, rain, thunder... he is a bit dour.

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Theme Songs
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Fun facts
The oldest 'your mom' joke is 3,500 years old. Romans would write insults on the stones they slung at people one of which roughly translates to 'I hope this hit you in the dick' because it turns out regardless of the time period or culture, people are people. The original London Bridge is in Arizona.... Also Daniel knows what people taste like.

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THE HISTORY

Daniel was born into the prestigious Huisman line, a line of blue bloods from Meridian, Mississippi that stretched back to the days of plantations and cotton gins. His family had resided in Mississippi for as long anyone can remember and were proud to be of a... 'certain breed'. A breed above the rest, the kind that liked to pretend the 'gentlemen' of the south were still in their heyday whilst ignoring some of the bloody history that came with the act. Where once they were planation owners and politicians, they were now land owners, politicians and lawyers. Born into this 'great' family of Mississippi, Daniel had certain expectations placed upon him as well as luxuries and opportunities unfathomable to the 'lower class'. His life had been laid before him by his mother, Mary Huisman, senator of the great state of Mississippi and his father, Johnathan Huisman, a well respected defense attorney, partner and majority share holder of the H&K Law Firm, he was going to attend private schooling, move on to Yale where he would join his father's firm until he got enough 'experience' so he could follow his mother's footsteps into the world of politics to ensure their family never lost their grip on their legacy and the throat of the people below. For his part, Daniel was more then willing to follow along with the plans and never made a fuss. He kept his head down and did as he was bidden and enjoyed the numerous perks that came to being the son of a wealth, and prestigious, family. After all, as long as he didn't make too much of a splash, his parents truly couldn't care what he did. While his life was arranged for him, he did have some friction with his mother. A vain effort to try and earn her approval and affection, a doomed cause as the only time his mother showed affection was when the camera was trained on them, can't be anything but the venerable senator's perfect family when the film rolls. Over the years, he made no progress and while the burning desire to be worthy of her affection withered to embers, he never rebelled for the attention. No, he... he was always a good son. His sister, Jolene, she was the rebel. She caused her parents fits, got many 'caretakers' fired, and did her best to have their parents screaming about the unraveling of their legacy by her pigheadedness.

She was younger then he by a few years, the 'spare tire' they'd often joke. The heir should he kick the bucket. She was braver then he, she always balked at the plans laid out and did everything in her power to be a pain in the ass, but he loved her and their bond was the only true familiar bond in the house. So his youth moved on, he went to school, always looking for that spark of affection in his mother's icy blue eyes that never appeared, was forgotten about by his father who spent his free time in the 'intern' of the week and helped his sister escape the worst of his parent's wrath, one of the worst of which was a pregnancy scare with the worst of 'undesirables' as a father, but shark week came and went and Daniel was left with an oddly cheap silver ring as thanks. A ring that did not fit any of his fingers, that had no engravings or markings, nor value. It looked almost like it was picked up off the side of the road, but for some reason, it found itself buried in the bottom of his top dresser draw, wrapped protectively in a lone sock. His school life was fairly mundane, he had high school and college flings, but nothing ever truly serious because neither he, nor his partners, truly wanted serious and, well, if Daniel had been honest with himself, his parents had probably already sought out the woman that was to be his wife for the 'good of the family' once he graduated which was fine with him, one less thing to worry about and the mystery woman would likely be better then any stranger he could find, it all ended the same, so what did it matter from whence it started? His graduation from Yale, fourth in his class, was attended only by his sister as his father was 'busy' and his mother in DC, but she was enough and, well, it was a short walk from her own dorm room at the university. When he passed his BAR exam, he was given a handshake by his father in his office and a single nod from his mother, which was far more then normal and, of course, told he would be starting at the firm next week, but that could wait because, at the urging of Jolene, Daniel was going out drinking with some of his 'friends', what better way to close out this chapter of his predictable story then with a predictable blowout? It was on the way home, on that dark lonely road, that his life changed. Daniel had indulged himself fairly well but was sure he could make it home. The road was a small back road that weaved its way through the Mississippi countryside, the only lights were from his own car and the stars above, even now, after all this time, he cannot fully grasp what happened. One movement, he was driving in a straight line, the white dashed light zipping by one after another, the world moving at a steady pace around him, then a flash of light, the shattering of glass, the groaning of steel and the screaming...

The rest of the night was a blur, even if the scenes would later haunt his dreams and memories. He told his father, who called the accident and they went about making their plan of action, their defense. Her name had been Rosalina Teller, a barista who had been out that night picking wild herbs for her wife, something she often did and had only recently turned twenty-nine. She had no family outside of her wife, Mira. A nobody, she lived in a small cottage on the edge of the forest, had no education, savings or, as his mother said, future. He was a somebody, a Huisman. He had a future. He had a plan. He had a purpose. She was a pawn, a member of the faceless mass, easily replaced and forgotten... even if he often saw her face when he slept, heard her screaming out to him, heard her begging.. heard the words she managed to get out repeat over and over again... before he had left her there, broken and lost in the dark. The following week did not get better as a few people contacted him, saying nonsense about werewolves and genes. Daniel did not pay them any mind for, why should he? At least if they were trying to con him for money, they had come up with a fun story. During the investigation, Daniel spent not a single moment in jail, but his life was stuck in limbo. Unable to leave his family's estate, unable to start at his father's firm until after the 'mess had been taken care of', stuck alone in a house of empty rooms. The only solace he had was his sister's constant phone calls to keep him busy, telling him of her life, as riveting as that was, and the world that kept moving and spinning just outsidehis reach then it happened. On the full moon, his body changed. To this day, Daniel doesn't remember much about that night besides of the how odd the feel of fur and a tail was, of how many things he broke.. the look on the help's face when they came in for their morning shift at the devastation. Shaken, confused and terrified, Daniel gave the number a call back and spoke to that same voice that, unlike Daniel's, held no surprise, he had expected the call from the errant pup.

Over the next few months, as the investigation and trials continued, Daniel learned about the 'other' world. Of witches, vampires and werewolves, on the ring that would help him control his power, of the Mississippi pack he now 'belonged' to. Daniel hated it. His life had been planned, structured, organized, it had purpose. And now he was supposed to drop that to go frolicking in the woods with these people? They spoke of bonds, of the pack before all, and Daniel hated them for it. Hated this pride in their filthy mutt forms they felt, hated their bravado, hated how they all acted and leaned on one another without words or gestures as he felt more and more alone. All of this, all of this was because some stupid woman wanted to pick herbs in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. His parents were right, somehow, all of this was Rosalina's fault, she was a nobody and yet she was affecting his life. It all started with her. It was so easy to push the blame off on her and her faceless wife. They were insects who somehow and disrupted a perfectly running locomotive putting the entire system at risk without even understanding how utterly irrelevant they were, it was infuriating and with every day that passed, he came to hate the pack and her. The second the trial was over, and he was given his rightful verdict of not guilty, he would leave this pack to their filthy forest and misbegotten existence on the edges of civilization and, with the ring in hand, he would resume his life. This changed nothing. She changed nothing, she meant nothing, she was nothing.

As he expected, as was right, as was just, Daniel received his desired verdict. It was an 'accident', a sad circumstance of chance that brought upon such a tragedy and Daniel, being of such upstanding citizenship and with such a promising future, was allowed to go on with his life and put the dark past behind him. As he walked down the courtroom steps, a free man once more, two small hands gripped his wrist. A red haired woman, who looked so thin as if she was a day away from wilting, her grip was so small, just paper on bones yet held a strange strength and power that forced him to stop. Her eyes were a deep green and they were beautiful, bloodshot as they were. Her skin was so pale, as if all the color had been drained from her, he didn't know who she was, but somehow he did. A name that fit the face he was looking at, Mira Teller. He opened his mouth to tell her off, but the words died in his throat as she spoke. Her voice was so small, yet each word cut to his core, as she rhymed and spoke in verse and when he looked in her eyes again, they pierced into his soul. They were still the same bloodshot green eyes, but there was something in the depths of them, something he had never seen before, something intense and terrifying, something that sent a shiver down his spine as it cleaved it way into the depths of his soul. It was hate. Not the simple word people throw around when they dislike something, no... it was so much more, so intense, all consuming. She finished with a simple word, said so softly yet carried so far... and only then did she let go of him and as he fled her, he could feel her stare, feel those green eyes filled with a heat he could not fathom trained on his back the entire way.

Daniel wasted no time in telling the pack off, his life was back in order and it was time to get back onto track. They... did not seem to believe him at first, werewolves did not simply 'leave' their pack, but Daniel felt no such kinship, he felt only contempt. His joy was short lived. As the fullmoon approached, he felt something odd. A heat rising up in his chest that engulfed him. The ring on his finger, that protected him from his curse, that gave him control shattered into metallic dust and he changed... This change was different. When he became a werewolf before, it had been painless, quick, this time.. Every bone in his body ached as they snapped, shattered and restructured, his heart expanded against his ribcage and for a time he thought it was going to explode as the rest of his organs painfully restructured and he screamed. His scream split the night, echoed through the empty halls until he could scream no more. Not from shock, not from passing out, but because he no longer could as his throat tore itself apart to better suit its new form and then he saw only black as it took control. When he found the pack again, they could barely look at him. They all felt the change in him, he wasn't.. right. He was wrong and as he had abandoned them, they would not help... whatever he was now.

Daniel tried, in vain, to return to his normal life. Tried it for a few months, until it became apparent he couldn't. It was only through sheer luck that he had no harmed anyone at this point, hadn't mauled any man or woman... but he already knew all too well the pain of waking up with a stomach that threatened to burst as the beast hunted and devoured some animal the night before, of vomiting's things he'd rather not know as his system wasn't able to digest or cope with what it devoured. How much longer... until he was throwing up a person? He had to leave, to go far away, away from people, away from everyone... and so he did. The only thing he took that he still carries with him is that stupid silver ring his sister bought for him so long ago that hands from a stainless steel chain, a token to remember a better time.

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For two years he traveled, he met... someone.. he killed.. someone and now he is in New Orleans, his sanctuary. He had heard tales, whispers and rumors that within the city limits, all supernatural creatures were stripped and laid bare. Witches could not cast their curses and incantations and werewolves... werewolves could not transform so he went, destitute, broken and with only the worn clothes on his back, he entered the city with, for the first time in a long time, the faint glimmers of hope brimming in his chest and to his utter delight, they were true. The moon came and it went yet only Daniel remained. He was free... As long as the sanctuary last and he'd do whatever it took to ensure it did.

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“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”

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Name: Halston Arceneaux

Nickname: Hal, Hals

Age & Birthday: 22, October 30th - Scorpio

Sexuality: No preference

Species: Witch

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Face Claim: Lily Collins

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Personality:
The positive - Generous ❖ Loyal ❖ Kind ❖ Reliable ❖ Brave
The negative - Unforgiving ❖ Sarcastic ❖ Stubborn ❖ Headstrong ❖ Impulsive

Likes & Dislikes
Likes - Sweets ❖ Coffee ❖ Wine ❖ Books ❖ Writing ❖ Poetry ❖ Rain
Dislikes - Warm weather ❖ Blind Faith ❖ POS Vampires ❖ Routine ❖ Heights ❖ Large Crowds

Extras
❖ Halston's personal space is usually messy, but she knows exactly where things are at
❖ She's exceptionally talented with the violin
❖ Writing poetry and journalism is her passion
❖ But her handwriting is horrible
❖ She takes great pride in her heritage

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Madame Arceneaux's Academy for the Gifted is one of the oldest schools for witches in North America. Residing in New Orleans, it was once an enchanting place for those gifted with magic to flourish. When the Vampires took over, the Arceneaux's were forced to close their doors.

At least, that is the illusion they've held. Now disguised as a prestigious boarding school, Madame Arceneaux's academy works beneath a high-potent cloaking spell. Knowing the struggles the magically inclined have endured under Vampires, any witches and warlocks are welcome.

The Arceneux's are one of the eldest lines of witches, hailing from Salem. Halston takes great pride in this. Despite having recently graduated with an English degree and working at an editorial office, she one day hopes to see her family's legacy flourish, taking over the academy just as her mother did from her grandmother and so on.
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“I never wanted to live forever, I just wanted enough time.”

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Name: Flynn Harrington

Nickname: Harrington, Professor Harrington

Age & Birthday: 28, December 9th - Sagittarius

Sexuality: No preference

Species: Vampire

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Personality:
The positive - Persuasive ❖ Easy-going ❖ Thoughtful ❖ Thorough ❖ Educated ❖ Charismatic
The negative - Arrogant ❖ Detached ❖ Impulsive ❖ Narcissistic ❖ Deceitful

Likes & Dislikes
Likes - Classical music ❖ Gardening ❖ Children ❖ Animals ❖ Physical Activities
Dislikes - Loud/Obnoxious people ❖ Gaudy/Over-the-top things ❖ Boredom ❖ Cold Weather ❖ Waking up early

Extras
❖ Loves children and animals, but disregards most humans
❖ Will use others for his entertainment
❖ Gets bored easily
❖ Just your typical bad boy vampire
❖ Will kill while feeding without a second thought
❖ Is educated and calculated with his killings, though
❖ Usually never gets caught
❖ Has little interest in what is going on between the Vampires and other mythical species

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Flynn Harrington was initially born in the year 418 BC as Cassius Octavian Varius. He had taken on an unnamed wife and fathered one child before his 'passing' in 390 BC when the Gauls invaded Rome. In truth, a vampire named Gaius turned him before his wounds cause fatality. His wife and daughter managed to survive the initial invasion, and Cassius watched them grow old and eventually pass away from afar.
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Initially, Cassius had been 'righteous,' only feeding off the willing, but the man has lived a long life. With time comes boredom, and Cassius changed from the loving husband and father he once was to something more monstrous. As the centuries went on, Cassius lost his humanity, experiencing nearly everything there is to experience.

In the present day, he has taken on the alias of Flynn Harrington, professor of Ancient and Modern History at one of New Orlean's most prestigious universities. Of course, the job title is just merely a ploy to lure unsuspecting students for him to feed off of. Still, no matter how much time has passed, he holds a soft spot for children, often thinking of his daughter.

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THE BASICS

Name
Lucas Hughes

Nickname
Luke, Luca

Age & Birthday
Looks: 25 || Actually: 96 || July 10th

Sexuality
Pansexual

Species
Werewolf

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THE LOOKS

Face Claim
Ben Whishaw

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THE DETAILS

Personality
Kind || Loyal || Patient || Sincere
Shy || Indecisive || Gullible

Likes
Hiking || Books || Coffee Shops || Jazz Music

Dislikes
Disorder || Spontaneity || Crowds || Overly Aggressive People

Extras (fun facts, fears, etc)
Dogs were domesticated nearly 15,000 years ago; Lucas is anything but domesticated in his wolf form.

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THE HISTORY​
It was definitely uncommon for those who came from a strong werewolf lineage to leave their birth pack. Lucas could name on his one hand how many had done in his former pack including himself.

The Ulfric Pack was a strong, old, well established pack located in the pacific northwest. One of the reasons why they were so strong was the sheer number of werewolves they had in the pack. It was well known that every single person in the pack was forced to turn into a werewolf when they became of age. Since the only way to trigger the werewolf gene was to take the life of a human, the pack would make a sport out of it. When someone turned eighteen in the pack, the immediate family would select the human the future werewolf would kill while the other members would watch.

Lucas Hughes was born into this pack with every intention of leaving. He dreaded the day he would turn eighteen with every fiber of his being. Unlike the rest of his family, he didn’t understand why every single person had to turn. He’d rather not kill anyone if he could avoid it. Unfortunately when he tried to run away from his family before his eighteenth birthday, they tracked him down. As punishment for attempting to run away, the family forced him to kill someone closed to him rather than a random stranger. Kidnapping his childhood best friend, his parents tortured the girl until she was barely alive. If Lucas wanted to save her from suffering, he had to kill her. After many tears and goodbyes, he snapped Becca’s neck.

Everyone congratulated Lucas but he never felt happy. This wasn’t his choice. On the next full moon when he had the power, Lucas left the pack. He eventually found himself in New Orleans. Keeping his history a secret, Lucas rebuilt his life in the big easy.
 
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❛ lilith delarue merchand ❜
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    • the songstress of the quarter

    ❝ A rose by any other name. . . ❞
    The golden-haired vampiress goes by the name 'Lilith', though, she is known as 'Ms. Merchand' to most. While her skin burns under the sun, she is cool to touch underneath the moonlight, as if night was made for her silhouette. Although she has lived many different lives, she remains frozen in time, looking as if she's never aged a day in her life. There is an almost a dainty, fragile thing about her, an 'oh, poor girl' if one took a quick glance her way - a structure not made to have children or looks like a woman who hasn't eaten in days. On the surface, she may look twenty-five, "aging" like fine wine, but deep inside, the richness fills as she feels her bones cracking, an empty shell of her former self if she did have an identity. She walks in elegant strides and poised in manner that seems almost controlled and learned. Yet, her movements are thoughtless, sensual and carefree as she maneuvers in ways to get what she wants.

    She does not discriminate between friend or foe nor does her preference in 'acquaintances', at least, it is only a fling - a moment - to fill the hole inside her heart. Her stormy grey-blue eyes are filled with mystique and cloudiness. Whether they seem alive and jovial or dull and lifeless is a matter of judgement and opinion. She takes great pride and care in her appearance, resembling the model Snezhana Yanshenko, and prefers to enjoy the more simplistic yet luxurious things life has to offer.

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    • the vampiress' persona, oh la la

    Quite an anomaly, or paradox, what something means to another, may not mean the same to her. Even, with all of her past acquaintances, there is a void where her heart should be. Lilith never felt a sense of belonging anywhere, at times, aimlessly wandering wherever her barefoot may lead her. It is better, after all, than staying planted. She can not comprehend the idea of love but it is something she desperately wants to grasp. Her curious wonder is what drives her to move forward. She would rather live, than simply exist in a world that's constantly changing and growing. Her desire for freedom and comfort outside of the lives she's lived is what keeps her from spiraling. However, her memories tend to blend into one, regardless of the time, perhaps an after effect of living past one's due date.

    Lilith is both alluring and charming, able to use herself as a way to gain her desires in both a seductive and enticing manner. But, if one isn't careful enough, a few missing change ( coin, money ) or other items may be lost forever, in her grasp. Clever and able to think on her feet, Lilith always believed in using people and information around her to get out of problematic situations. She takes things as they come to her and lives in the moment, preferring to not think of her past memories, though they come to her when she least expects it to. However, Lilith can be forgetful and clumsy, especially when she uses it as a means to escape when there are issues she does not want to confront. But, there are moments she may be trapped in a memory and her demeanor changes from one attitude to the next, speaking differently than commonly.

    She adores stories and telling them, especially stories of the Quarter and France. Lilith finds herself compelled or drawn back to the Quarter, never being able to leave for a long time. But, it is one of the places she feels alive and could breathe again. The vibrancy and decadence of the culture in New Orleans has always quenched her thirst, from the legends of the rougarous to the witches and vampires living among humans. She finds witches and warlock's magic akin to 'parlor tricks', not understanding the meaning behind their ancestral magic, easily amused by them. It is just as much as she can not comprehend living in a 'pack' by the wolves but is intrigued by their transformation. All of the species, including her, is a mystery since the moment she finds herself getting close or attached to another, she flees.

    She is bound to no one since Lilith enjoys her independency, despite how lonely or misunderstood she may feel. She rarely feels angered unless she is trapped in a corner or placed in a coffin. Moreover, Lilith, despite not being confrontational, is straightforward and sassy in her quips when she feels threatened. But, in most cases, her patience and need for space is her driving force to keep tensions at bay. Afterall, in the city care forgot, voodoo, jazz, culture, plus booze is always the way to go, especially since she has a joie de vivre about herself.

    • Likes: Freedom, Dancing, Singing, Music, Wine, Exploring, Traveling, Story-telling, Autumn, Hidden box of memories ( old stuff animal, stamped rose, pressed leaves, a certain smell and perfume, letters, etc. )

    • Dislikes: Enclosed spaces, Coffins, Caskets, Misinformation, Unannounced visits, the Curse, Her past ( and it being unravelled and uncovered ), Servitude and arranged marriages
 
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Edmée
BASICS

NAME Edmée Boudreaux
NICKNAME
AGE 25
BIRTHDAY June 16
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
SPECIES Wolf
EMPLOYMENT Bartender
THEME SONG X X X

I am a wolf and will never be afraid
LOOKS & DETAILS
FACECLAIM Tati Gabrielle
GENERAL APPEARANCE Edmée stands at 5'5" tall and has a slender but athletic build, not that she has to try to keep her figure trim, thanks to the wolf part of her blood. She makes little to no effort to exercise or maintain her weight. She keeps her hair in tightly knitted rows and tends to keep her makeup and scents natural/neutral as anything too cosmetic upsets her wolf sense's.
BODY MODIFICATIONS Apart from pierced ears, Edmée has no other modifications
PERSONALITY TRAITS
  • Amiable
  • Playful
  • Clumsy
LIKES
  • Loyalty
  • Spicy Foods
  • Warm Weather
DISLIKES
  • Negativity
  • Aggression
  • Liars

HISTORY
Edmée was born a witch to a predominant coven in NOLA, it's members speculating that she would be a prodigy among them given how gifted her parents both where. She showed early signs of just how powerful she would become at a young age.
On her Twenty-first birthday she spend the night on the town with her friends and, in an very unlike-herself fashion, she accepted a mans invitation back to his hotel room. Most of the evening was a blur, shortly after arriving she knew something was wrong but didn't have the strength or clear enough thoughts to get away. She woke on what she thought was the following day, the man-wolf- dead, herself bitten. She fathomed he must have attacked her while she'd been drugged and she'd reacted to the threat, despite being inebriated. She rushed home to her coven for help but it was too late, the bite had done it's work and she was soon to turn into a wolf herself.
Her family and coven did their best to help her adjust and adapt to her new world but she felt along among them. No longer able to use her former abilities and the natural want to be part of a pack, Edmée left home, cutting her ties with everyone she knew before. She found a pack, though still has a hard time feeling totally at home among them, they've at least given her a sense of purpose in her new life.
The pack do not know what she was before, Edmée has no intentions of sharing this information, fearing it might jeopardize her family and former coven.

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CRISTYNE
MAIER
BASICS

NAME Cristyne Maier
NICKNAME
AGE 28
SEXUALITY Pansexual
SPECIES Vampire
EMPLOYEMENT 'It girl', social media mogul
THEME MUSIC X X X


living well is the best revenge
LOOKS & DETAILS
FACE CLAIM Dita Von Tesse
GENERAL APPEARANCE Rather small in status, Cristyne is only 5'1" tall though this doesn't seem to phase her in any way and she is often a fearsome person to encounter. Cristyne is never seen without full makeup and dressed as though she were about to walk the runway, always wrapped in designer clothes and jewelery.
BODY MODIFICATIONS None
PERSONALITY Cristyne is approachable and is down right flirtatious; she loves attention and loves to be within the spotlight if it's hosting the newest celebrity at a local club or being honoured by the staff and other patrons of a local restaurant. However Cristyne is prone to fits of violence, often leading her into trouble with the 'normies'
LIKES
  • Wealth
  • Adoration
DISLIKES
  • Competition
  • Disloyal subjects
EXTRA Cristyne, after being caught by a local deputy for the murder of one innocent or another, has managed to compel a local detective to her own use. She finds him intriguing and useful, thus keeps him well protected for her own benefits. Safton Safton

HISTORY
Born in 1497 in Salzburg Germany, Cristyne was married by the age of 15 and had 4 children by the time she was 28. She lived well, for the time and her social stature, her husband a coal man and herself a laundress. She was uneducated and highly superstitious. She died in 1525 during the Peasants War at the age of 28 amidst the centre of a war zone. She and her family were forced to flee their home as it burned during the revolution. She was separated from her family and found herself at the hands of two individually she was quite convinced were possessed by the devil! The pair, male and female, were far too strong for them to be simply human and both enjoyed biting into her flesh and drinking her blood. She was held captive for weeks until finally she found her freedom-or perhaps she had been freed-after being forced to drink her captors blood then set upon another of their prisoners.
She found her way back to her home only to find it was gone, along with her family. She didn't know if they were alive of dead and she sought help from any who would listen to her pleas. Eventually someone did but not in the way she had hoped.
She was sent to an asylum for the spiritually possessed. She spent years there, more than she could ever really know, feasting on rats and other prisoners when she was given the opportunity. The asylum changed hands time and again, so often that those reviewing any documentation simply though the previous owners had made errors with her files, perhaps they confused her with other prisoners? She certainly could not have been within the asylum for the past hundred years! Eventually the asylum changed from priests to doctors, the world outside was changing.
She found her freedom in a sudden fire, the patients released from their cells, she escaped into the night to discover her new world.
Cristyne travelled Europe and Asia for years, learning of other cultures and languages, feasting as she went, never meeting another like herself. She often wondered what happened to the pair that had created her. She didn't even know what to call herself. One day she found herself in Norther Africa, being greeted by a Moroccan by the name of Saad Alami, advisor of the soon to be first Prince of a unified Morocco. He was like herself, she later learned they were called vampire. It was now 1689 and she was nearing two hundred years old. He taught her how to hunt effectively, how to use her prowess and talents to garner rank among the humans, how to earn riches and live in wealth. She spent decades at his side, learning how to read and write and speak dozens of languages. Finally she grew bored with the tedium and traveled to the New World: America.
In New York she was a chorus girl, dancing the night away.
In Hollywood she witness and starred in the birth of silent films.
She spent her time reinventing herself every decade or so until the humans invented social media. A delightful thing, she could amass followers and patrons for decades and never have to leave to create a new self, she could simply be someone else and the humans didn't seem to notice. She's spent the last ten years honing her social media image through several outlets, owns several clothing, cosmetic and perfume lines and earns more wealth than she could possibly spend in a year.

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  • We never feel the heat
    until we get burned



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  • I told you I was troubled



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Persona

Backstory

Extra



Name: Arya Graham

Nicknames: Red

Age: (turned at) 20

D.O.B: August 14, 1985

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Height: 5'5''

Weight: 119lbs.

Hair: ginger red

Eyes: light brown

Mods: wrist; side of her right middle finger; back; left ear; right ear

Face Claim: Madelaine Petsch

Virtues: loyal - caring - friendly - outgoing - helpful - cheerful

Vices: jealous - impulsive - reckless - stubborn - arrogant - proud

Likes: silver jewelery - matte lipstick - her big brother - taste of coffee - cheesy rom-coms - dresses and skirts - scotch - Netflix - mint cigarettes

Dislikes: being forced into things - neon colors - wearing pants - chauvinism - hand cream - early mornings - feeling threatened and/or trapped - lipgloss

Fears: fire - being helpless

Backstory:
Arya Graham had that generic life before. She was a college student, business major and was pretty good at what she did. Her family was proud of her and she had a bright future in front of her as she would most definitely join the family company alongside her father. Arya worked hard and even though she was regarded as one of the popular girls, she herself thought she was just your typical girl-next-door type. Success was important to her and she could be considered an overachiever.

No wonder, the Graham’s were all like that. Well, all but one. Her brother was the one exception. But her parents couldn’t be more exhilarated that their daughter took after them. Arya was planning on having it all and magna cum laude graduation was just another milestone for her. Until the day she died…

Obviously, she didn’t die. At least not really. But she did stay at school until it was dark. There was a project presentation she was supposed to prepare and her partner slacked. And if the redhead hated something, it was slacking. She decided to finish it on her own, or at least finish as much as possible. The library was already dark and the school security had to literally push her out of the door. Arya wasn’t all that excited since there was much more for her to do but there was no choice, she had to leave.

Her car was parked at the back of the parking lot and walking towards it, she realized how tired she actually was, yawning several times in a row. The road was badly lit and it started to rain. In combination with Arya’s fatigue, it wasn’t the ideal condition. As expected, it was no calm drive home. Her phone started to buzz and even though Arya had strict no-phone-while-driving policy, she looked aside for a spilt second. And that one brief moment was enough to miss the car and it crashed into her.

Since the other car hit the driver’s side, Arya was brought to the hospital in an extremely difficult state. She underwent several surgeries right away but her condition didn’t get better. She was lying in the room full of machines and beeping and it was clear that in the end, she wasn’t going to make it. And that’s when her brother intervened. Despite being different, Aiden loved his sister to the moon and back. And there was only one way to make sure she was going to survive.

He closed the door of her room and after that, no one actually knew what happened there, only Aiden and very vaguely, Arya. Yet, the result was the most important. Once Aiden was done with her, Arya opened her eyes and her life changed forever. Aiden has already been one of the immortals and now he gave that gift to his sister as well. That was ten years ago. The siblings now live together, Aiden helped Arya through her transition and she never went back to school. Their parents were not excited but there was nothing they could do anyway. And after all, they have no idea both of their children are vampires.

Relationships: TBA





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Name: Aidan Graham

Nicknames: N/A

Age: (turned at) 24

D.O.B: May 26, 1981

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Height: 6'

Weight: 170lbs.

Hair: dark brown

Eyes: blue

Mods: left forearm; back

Face Claim: Thomas Doherty

Virtues: witty - daring - flirty - smart - (over-)protective - honest - nerdy (wouldn't admit it for the world)

Vices: hot-headed - selfish - wild - lazy - addict - hyperactive

Likes: dancing - smoking - Jordans - magic tricks - running - fantasy genre - beating people up - pranks - sunbathing

Dislikes: drama - authority - complaining - cold and rain - waiting - posers - cats - clowns

Fears: losing his sister - spiders

Backstory:
Aiden has always been the black sheep of the Graham family. He was born three years before his little sister, though he loved her more than the world, every since mom brought her back home, automatically getting this big brother syndrome. He felt like he needed to protect Arya all the time. But with a new kid, his parents felt like they got another chance to raise their child to be like them.

Aiden was a child of overachieving parents, they had certain standards they expected their kids to hold and Aiden never did. He was no exceptional wonder child or something. Not that he did bad at school. But he never stood out either. In one word, he was just the average guys. Average at school, average at football, average at life. He never minded though, being all satisfied with how his life was going.

The biggest hit came when he decided to not go to college. His parents were desperate as Aiden would be the first Graham without the degree. But he decided to travel. The biggest reason for it was…her. Aiden met a girl right after graduation. She was the most beautiful girl she has ever seen, smart, funny, adventurous, daring…and she loved -him-. Out of all the guys she could have, she chose him. For the first time ever, Aiden felt appreciated more than ever.

The two of them were on the road for three years, traveling the world. They went through Europe and Asia and Aiden never felt more alive then with Vanessa by his side. Though the petite brunette had a secret she was hiding in front of him. It wasn’t until they decided to travel to Australia when Aiden walked on Vanessa while she was feeding herself. Well, she never killed people, that was her strictest principle. But she was basically waiting for the right moment to tell him. This was not it.

At first, Aiden was terrified and was prone to leave. It felt like he didn’t even know her. Vanessa became a completely different person to him. He was just regular 21-year-old guy who wanted to see the world. And he was actually considering proposing to her. But at this point…he really didn’t know what to do.

It took the whole night for them to make up, Vanessa explained everything, what happened to her, how long she was around and that she hasn’t killed a person for seventy years now. The more they talked, the more Aiden was intrigued. He loved the girl with his whole heart and the idea of losing her was…no, he couldn’t. So there was no surprise when he insisted on her turning him. Only after his change the real adventure began. Vanessa taught him everything he knew and for the next year, they lived like they owned the world. And then…she was gone. Fucking hunters…

Aiden returned home, hiding what he had become. His parents accepted him though he was still just the prodigal son. He got himself the place and tried to live his life the best he could. Until his sister was in danger and there was no other way except turning her as well. Despite everything, Aiden was extremely happy since he wasn’t alone anymore. He taught Arya everything Vanessa had taught him and the siblings became more inseparable than ever.

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Adelaide Lucille Moreau

  • Name: Adelaide Lucille Moreau
    Nickname: Addy, Laide
    Age & Birthday: 25 - October 7th (Libra)
    Sexuality: Bisexual
    Species: Witch


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Mathias Buford Valcour

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    Name: Mathias Buford Valcour
    Nickname: Mat, "Matty"
    Age & Birthday: 28 - March 21st (Aries)
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Species: Human


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