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Realistic or Modern In The Dark Of The Night [CS]
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❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
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Stardust Galaxy
QT π
code by pasta
Elizbeth Feraud
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Basics
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Personality
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Backstory
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Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
“It’s cool not growing old. I like being the eternal babe.”
Aster Rose Gunderson
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Vampire or Hunter:
Vampire
Face Claim:
Federica Hermann
Eye Color:
Light, jade green
Hair Color:
Raven black
Height/Weight:
5’8//122lbs
Body Type:
Hourglass//Athletically fit
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc:
She’s got her ears pierced, along with her belly button, and she’s got a tatto running down the spine of her back, and on her right arm that resembles a raven.
Back tattoo:
Arm tattoo:
Arm tattoo:
Likes:
* Drinking
* Partying
* Her car
* Spicy food
* The dark
* Sex
* Living life as much as she can
Dislikes:
- Most people
- Goody-two shoes
- Overly cautious people
- Hunters
- Authority
- Judgemental people
- Boredom
- People that talk too much
- Losing
- People trying to see her good side.
Theme Song:
Personality:
+ Loyal
+ Protective
+ Cunning
- Arrogant
- Glib
- Apathetic
It was a long time ago, Aster’s past, and her story begins long before she became the blood-sucking monster people know her to be. A long time ago, Aster was the first child in a wealthy family, three years older than her little brother, Asther was often overlooked with her brother being the baby of the family, who strived to please their very harsh, strict father. Once she too was a simple do-gooder to try and please her father, but when her brother came along, he only wanted a son. As a result for their ignorance, Aster became rebellious and acted out at a young age, that went all the way into her teens and adulthood. Growing up in her father’s household, Aster was punished often and severely by her father, which only urged Aster to rebel against him harder in open defiance.
Her mother ran away when she was fifteen, either that or something horrid happened to her due to her father’s quick temper, she didn’t know. I’m her teens Aster worsened, to underage drinking, gambling, and sleeping around, she nearly made her father’s head explode.
So he kicked her out. Aster was on the streets at eighteen, hating to leave her little brother behind to the abusive monster, she’d came back in the middle of the night, and kidnapped him. They went from place to place, never lingering to long for the fear her father would hunt them and try and take her brother back. But when they stopped in a small town, Aster fell for a handsome, charming dark stranger who sweeped her off her feet. She fell for him, hard, and stayed longer than they usually did. However, there was more to him that met the eye. Her brother came into her room that night, along with her lover, different, darker. He said he had power. Power her lover had given him, and to join them in the night. Aster turned on her lover, enraged he had killed her brother and forcefully turned him, she attacked him, which did little considering he was a vampire. She called him a monster, which made him snap, and in his rage, he turned Aster against her will.
She was alone.
When she awoke, she had no idea who she was, what she was, or how to control herself. Slowly she learned how to handle the bloodlust, and experienced many other harrowing experiences over the years. And over the years, her list of kills became endless, she just didn’t care. She still doesn’t. Human life means nothing to her these days, only living how she wants and regarding others as meaningless.
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Cosmo
Does Not Know Kung-fu
Name
Xavier Greysen
Age
31
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Vampire or Hunter
Vampire
Face Claim
Brandon Katz
Eye Color
Amber
Hair Color
Dark Brown
Height/Weight:
6'1, 172
Body Type
Mesomorph
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc
N/A
Likes
Humans, Stars, Snow, Bourbon, Cigars, His Work, Feel Of Cold Sheets,
TV/Movies, Animals, Smell of Lavender, Silver, Sunday Mornings, Reading
Dislikes
Vampires, Blood, High Council, Bright Lights, Loud Music/Noise, Driving,
Airplanes, Smart Phones, Indulgence, Heat, Corruption, Baths, Ocean
Theme Songs
X X X
Personality
Sardonic || Callous || Aloof || Dedicated || Observant || Warm
The thing that stands out the most about Xavier is his wit. He is incredibly sharp and has an even sharp tongue, however, his humor often involves mocking others or tends to be extremely dour. If he isn't taunting someone then he is making barbs about the situation. While he can be incredibly funny, for people who share the same humor and have thicker skin, it isn't a trait of his that is universally beloved especially as he can be very, very callous. Xavier just doesn't seem to care if it is a sore point for them, a touchy subject or their 'button'. In fact, its almost as if he purposely probes for what will hurt them the most then drive a nail through it until they either hit him or leave and this is exactly what he is doing. He likes to keep everyone at an arms distance and he has no qualms about driving people away, or, well, mostly has no qualms. He, often, isn't even aware he is doing it, it has become a subconscious reflex of his. There have been times where Xavier regrets the words that leave his mouth and would very much like to take them back, but he never lets such thoughts show and he has never, ever, apologized for something he has said regardless of how crude or to whom it was said. It is for their, and his, own good. He has worked very hard on this exterior, that of being a jackass who believes himself to be far wittier then he truly is and he is not going to let it fall just because someone doesn't like what he said.
But that is rather his approach to everything. When he does something, he does it. Xavier will throw every fiber of his being into what he does until it is done or he has nothing left to throw. It can often border, or even pass into, obsession and it has caused him more then his fair share of issues in the past especially when it comes to the beast within. While this is a very admirable trait in anyone as people should finish what they start, it also makes him stubborn and the only thing worse then a jackass is a stubborn jackass as he will work people into the ground right along side of him if it means getting the job done. Yet, Xavier is not all bad, he is very observant and is softer on others then himself so does have an eye for when he is pushing his employees too hard and when to let off, or in the case of people attempting to get too close, when to push just a bit further to get them to leave and never come back. Its important to note that while he may smile as he insults others, he doesn't enjoy hurting people. Xavier doesn't feel happy when he cuts down others, when he makes them feel insecure or vulnerable and after they've stormed off, he will let his guard drop long enough to indulge in a fair bit of self-loathing. This warmth is usually displayed in very small ways such as telling his secretary that she is wasting his time and should just get out of his office when, in reality, he wants her to go home so she can spend the holidays with her family or when he paid to have an employee's car fixed from its hail damage because it was an 'eyesore that didn't belong in his parking lot'. He enjoys doing things for others, seeing them smile because of something he did, but he needs to keep his distance, so he wraps the kindness in a shell so people do not notice it.
Bio
Xavier had a fairly simple life, he had loving parents who fought but never anything serious and the only time they raised a hand towards him was when, as he would say, he really earned it. He did well in school, better when the classes challenged him and had a gift for numbers being quite adept with numbers which changed to money as he got older. He dropped out of college, much to his parents dismay, and started up his own investment firm after convincing some friends and his parents to help him cosign for a loan. He did extremely well and his small firm grew. Xavier didn't have much of a personal life, his life was his work and he was content with that even if everyone around him couldn't help but nag him to go out more which he finally did after meeting a dark, mysterious, but incredibly beautiful woman in the subway. Everything about her felt wild and untamed, dangerous and free, as if she had moved past the societal bounds that held everyone captive... it was both terrifying and wonderfully intoxicating. Her name was Isabella and she was everything he never knew he wanted in another.
Considering all that has happened and what he is, it should be obvious what she was. A vampire. She wasn't bounded by society because she wasn't apart of it anymore, she wasn't even human. Isabella thought herself in love with Xavier, so, she told him what she was... after feeding on and turning him. It was a rather.. tense next few days. There was a need inside of him, a hunger, a beast that demanded blood. He could smell the blood pumping through the veins of his employees, it called to him, he could hear a woman's heart beating from a block away and it was becoming harder to ignore the pain as his body seemed to devour itself. Xavier was determined though, as he always was, so he took a sabbatical. He went up to his parent's cabins up in the Colorado Black Forest and locked himself away hoping that, with time and isolation, he could overcome the beast that howled within. Hours turned to days, days to weeks.. weeks to months all the while the pain grew. Somedays, he felt more animal then man, howling and clawing at the walls as if trying to break through. Eventually, he sank to chaining himself down. Xavier can't remember much about this period, only flashes. That of his father having come to check on him, of unchaining him, of attacking him, of killing and feeding on him... glimpses and flashes of him feeding on other people from the nearby towns as he murdered his way across the forest. When he finally returned to his senses, he was surrounded in bodies, the ground stained with blood and he, himself, was covered in it.
Xavier ran but he didn't get far. Other vampires found him, captured him and dragged him before the high council where they 'made it go away' and punished him. But there was nothing they could do to him that was as bad as what he did to himself. He had murdered his father, how was he supposed to look his mother in the eyes again? How could he go back... He wasn't like the other vampires, who lost themselves in sex and blood, drowning themselves in pleasure to forget what they were. He wasn't like them. He wasn't weak. He returned and faced his mother, who held him having no idea that her boy she held was the very monster that took her husband away. Xavier went back to work determined to 'handle' his affliction. He set up 'clients' to keep him fed enough to control himself, he devoted himself to his work, once again, and pushed everyone away. It was easy enough to do, everyone simply assumed it was because of the loss of his father and that he'd soon grow out of it. But he never did.
His company continued to grow and expand as did his wealth, but in the end, Xavier is still that young man chained in the cabin, isolating himself from everyone around him, terrified of what he has become, terrified of giving into the beast and hating everything about himself and the other vampires, especially, those who indulge in it.
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pointmango
Me
Name: David Walker
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: heterosexual
Vampire or Hunter: Hunter
Face Claim: Kellan Lutz
Eye Color: blue/grey
Hair Color: sandy blonde
Height/Weight: 6’4” 189lbs
Body Type: athletic, muscular build
Likes:
-partying/drinking
-killing vamps
-hanging with friends
-lifting
-bartending
-working
Dislikes:
-vampires
-weak people
-rain
-buzzkills
-father’s rules for hunting vamps
Personality:
+loyal
+brave
+can think quick on his feet
+generally a nice guy (with humans only)
-can’t commit
-lustful
-envious
-impulsive
Bio:
David grew up in a tight-knit family. He, his parents and his two older brothers grew up in a seemingly perfect setting. He noticed more as he grew that his father's seeming ‘business meetings’ were always late at night. And in the early mornings, when he would come home, he would wake him and his brothers up for training. Ever since they were kids their father would train them in the morning, running, combat, archery, shooting, anything to get them going. David never thought too much on it, he just always figured his father was into hunting and fitness.
When his brothers each reached the age of sixteen they joined him in his business endeavors, and soon enough David did as well. Suddenly his nights were turned to hunts. He didn’t believe it at first, the first real night they hunted, his father told him what it was they were hunting and David thought they were playing him. Vampire stories were always fun bedtime stories, not real life. But here they were hunting vampires, and that first night he saw one, it was quick, a flash, but he swore he saw it. And he would never forget the hiss it made as it made its way away from them.
A year after hunting David had never killed a vampire himself, but he had seen his father and brothers do it countless times. That was until one night when there were too many of them, and his father had him split. David left with his oldest brother Paul. He and Paul ran into what seemed like a pack of them, and it was too many. He remembered in blurs how they tortured Paul, how David had actually tried to reason with these beasts, and in the end, they killed Paul. David was injured, but he managed to get one, the others have gotten away. He should have been better prepared, he could have saved him. He swore that day on he would never let another Vampire escape his grasps. He would kill every single one he came across, they were monsters and nothing else. They disregarded human life for their own blood-lust, they were so fucked, and he had such a need to kill each one.
David knew a lot of Vamps took part in the nightlife, that’s where they found their feed. So he worked as a bartender scoping out the scene each night for preying creatures. He did keep up with his school work at college, a fitness coach hoping to be physical therapist by day, trying to make fitness his priority during the day so he could keep himself up, never lose again. On his nights when he didn’t bartend or when he didn’t find a vampire to take out, he spent them partying himself, drinking away to try and forget how he spent his knife, even killing monsters of the night was draining.
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ScarlettBean-
Meme God
Nicholas Mendal
Nickname: Nick
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Vampire or Hunter: Vampire
Face Claim: Kedar Williams-Stirling
Eye Color: Dark brown
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight: 5’ 11”/151 lbs
Body Type: Ectomorph
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Tattoo of a solid black bird on upper left arm
Likes:
- Family
- Culture
- Friends
- History
- Traveling
- Peace
Dislikes:
- The council
- Tradition
- Hate
- Ignorance
Theme Song:
Personality:
- Cultured
- Clear-headed/Sensible
- Knowledgeable
- Desperate
- Stubborn
- Single-minded
Bio:
Nicholas Mendal comes from an extensive line of vampires throughout the world and by many names, but they’re found mostly in Ethiopia, the UK, the United States, France, and Germany. His family and close relatives put a particular emphasis on family and culture, often incorporating festivals and dishes from different parts of the world their line comes from. Even though they are seperated and strangers to each other, they are still connected through blood and choice.
When Nicholas was five, his parents made the decision to send him overseas to live with relatives in Wales. In Wales, he was able to get a more expansive education, including topics like history and culture, since his relatives there could travel much more often and had plenty of connections. During his young teen years, he also received a bit of physical training and combat. When he returned to the States at the ripe age of sixteen, his family sent him through a rigorous training of combat and war skills while maintaining his studies. His training, which has been the tradition for hundreds of years, would come in handy when a vampire hunter or a human tried to attack him.
Nicholas was a different kind of vampire. Instead of constantly fighting with others and hiding himself, he wanted peace between the vampire hunters, vampires, and humans. He believes that they are all beings in nature who have more things in common than they do in contrast. He has seen the bad that this eternal war between the vampires and hunters has caused, and he believes that it is his moral duty to try and help stop this.
Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
Nell Rose Peterson
Age:
18
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Vampire or Hunter:
Hunter
Face Claim:
Keira Knightley
Eye Color:
Dark brown
Hair Color:
Honey blonde
Height/Weight:
5’5” // 119lbs
Body Type:
Hourglass, petite and slender.
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
Only her ears are pierced.
Likes:
+ Animals
+ Stars
+ Sweet food
+Photography
+ Writing
+ Outdoor activities
Dislikes:
- Killing
- Spiders
- Clowns
- Cruel people
- Vampires
- Headmaster
- Dancing
Theme Song:
Personality:
* Compassionate
• Selfless
• Kind
- Can be judgemental herself
- Naive
- Stubborn
Bio: Nell’s past started out like almost any others one could say. She was the only child in her family, loved by her mother and father, Adelia and Christopher Peterson. Nell and her parents were entirely close, a tight nit, comfortable family living in a suburban area in London, England. But not as close as Nell thought, you see, Christopher and Adelia were both extreme vampire hunters, hunting them down at every corner. Of course, Nell never thought to question why their work was so late at night, or why they’d come home in the early morning injured and covered in blood that wasn’t theirs. Christopher and Adelia became near legends in the vampire hunting society, and in doing so gained a reputation with the vampires.
One early morning, Adelia returned without Christopher, covered in pools of blood and injured severely, her face streaked with tears, and without explaining to a panic-stricken ten year old Nell, she gathered their most valuable belongings, grabbed Nell, and ran out of their home in 30 minutes, and never returned. Adelia bought a plane ticket that night, and they fled the country for reasons unknown to a young Nell.
They moved into a nice, normal town, or Adelia thought. The two lived very quietly for the next six years. Adelia would hardly let Nell out, and never bothered to explain why. But when Adelia began spotting the vampires again, she knew she had to get Nell far away. She began looking for places, and as fate would have it, they received a letter in the mail. A school for dancers, or ballet specifically, where Nell could learn all normal education, and the art of dance as well, best of all, it was far, far away. And so against her will, Nell was shipped off to an isolated manor miles away from any civilization, full with only another fourteen girls, all around her age for the most part.
They became as close as sisters. But the manor was strict. The girls were hardly fed anything to make sure they were lithe and perfect like any dancer, there was dancing, studies, mealtimes, and then bed. But the Headmaster... he was much worse. More than anyone knew. Nell was the second oldest, and the only Hunter born child. Not that anybody knew, nobody but the headmaster. Oh yes, he knew the moment she slapped him after he tried to compell her. Naturally, he took the vervain bracelet right off her wrist then and there. The dark, mysterious and handsome Headmaster was a vampire, a very old and powerful one at that, whom had been bested by no hunter yet, and remained hidden. He controlled everything. From the meals that were made, to the staff and girls themselves, using mind-compulsion to erase the memory of his feeding on them, erasing whatever he wanted to erase. They did whatever he wanted them to do. Feel whatever he wanted them to feel. The perfect dancers, the perfect puppets. And because Nell was a hunter, she was a favorite. He enjoyed the irony of it, hunting the hunter.
Nell hardly remembered her time at the school, most of her memories erased, and even her mother’s letters to her abruptly stopped, while the Headmaster was away on a “business trip”. He had an infatuation with her. Perhaps it was her hunters blood, or her natural fighting spirit, but she was never as easy to control as the other girls, which only made the vampire more obsessed with her, and he wanted to control her all the more naturally. When she turned eighteen, and she was allowed outside for the occasion, and when he turned away, Nell explored farther than she should and found a pretty, lavender like plant, vervain. As she picked the flower, the memories came back in pieces. Nell fled that very day, swearing she would come back and find a way to free the rest of the girls. However far she ran, she was chased and the trip home was periolous and long, and when she came home, she only found her home ransacked and taken apart, and her mother gone. Nell has recently gotten a job as a waitress, and stays in a cheap motel, trying to price her memories and her life back together day by day.
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