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message 1: by KT, Baby Child (new)

KT (queenlykt) | 1704 comments Mod
Any approved male characters post here.

message 2: by kaya (last edited Mar 20, 2017 01:19AM) (new)

kaya (ananats) | 77 comments
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▷ H A R T L E Y   A U G U S T U S   R A N D W I C K

─── AGE.
 physically 18
 chronologically 18
 born 10 may.

 male sex
 male gender
 prefers he/him

 identifies as gay
 currently single
 infatuated with isaac kinsley

 species: human, later werewolf
 affiliation: n/a
 rank: n/a

 tyler young
 55 kg
 brown eyes
 brown hair
 + small scar on his left thumb
            ────── GOOD.
⊳ coding, food, mysteries
⊳ computers, logic, caution

            ────── BAD.
⊳ python code just keeps going infinitely far across, 5am mornings, people who refuse to acknowledge that star wars and harry potter are clearly the greatest works of art in the world
⊳ time-management, being a responsible adult™, socialising
⊳ death, failure, loneliness
PERSONA. ─────
Your family does not define you, a sentiment that Hartley wishes was the case. For as long as he can remember, Hartley has been defined by who his parents are, by his inferiority compared to his sister, by every tiny thing he does or says wrong. Nobody has ever thought of him as his own person, the perpetually overshadowed younger brother. In a way, it's his own fault. When he's shoved aside, ignored, forgotten or told he's wrong, he doesn't fight back. He just lets people get their way, and pretends it doesn't hurt.

Hartley loves computers. They're logical, predictable, ordered. And they listen to him, they don't argue unless you got syntax wrong, in which case they don't shut up. Perhaps that's why he spends so much of his time messing with code, robots, computer programs. Arguably, it's a useful talent, since it's rapidly becoming more and more applicable — when jobs are replaced by machines, he'll still be writing the code that makes the machines work.
i. [ amelia harvey randwick × mother ]
ii. [ josiah beckett randwick × father ]
iii. [ rebecca josephine randwick × sister ]
HISTORY. ─────
Hartley Augustus Randwick was born on the 10th of May, and everything went downhill from there. Being the son of two extroverts and the younger brother of a ridiculously talented athlete, his introvertedness didn't exactly go down well with his family. Nor did his love of computers, aversion to public speaking and complete lack of skill at sport. He was always the failure, the child that wasn't good enough.

Cue high school, and he was still being compared to his sister. But Rebecca, as talented as she was, was not an academic. Hartley was. Now, finally, he could prove that he wasn't a failure, wasn't a disappointment. And then he graduated at the top of his year, receiving dux along with an admission letter to Harvard. Now he can escape this hellhole, he hopes.

unfortunately for him, something's about to happen that might get in the way

message 3: by KT, Baby Child (new)

KT (queenlykt) | 1704 comments Mod
[R A Y  L E E  P E N N I N G T O N ]   
                                         call me Penn
        26 × Male × Pansexual × Human × Police Officer

[♠] A B I L I T I E S
×Martial Arts
××Describes various sports or skills, mainly of Japanese origin, that originated as forms of self-defense or attack, such as judo, karate, and kendo.

××Kill or wound (a person or animal) with a bullet.

××Take part in a violent struggle involving the exchange of physical blows or the use of weapons.

  [♥] A P P E A R A N C E
There's no doubt about it, Penn is an attractive person. Even without the magical beauty of some of the other species, he looks good enough to get constantly hit on, even if he doesn't realize it. It's not even that he puts a lot of effort into his looks, just running his fingers through short brown hair every morning to brush it and sweep it slightly to the side. He has a slight beard that enhances his jawline, kept meticulously neat. His brown eyes are warm and he's quick to light them up with a smile, laughing easily. His body is really the only thing he puts a lot of effort into, standing easily past 6'1", with broad shoulders and a slim waist. He works out every morning to stay in the excellent shape he's currently in. Despite that it can be hard to tell just how muscular it is, given his preference for casual jeans or sweatpants with a tanktop or sweatshirt when not in his uniform.

resembles || Nick Bateman
notable || a few small scars from general job related stuff, nothing too bad

[♣] P E R S O N A L I T Y  
People know Penn many different ways. He's a cop, so most people know him through that, whether as criminals, victims, witnesses, or other cops. But there are many different sides to him, and people treat him vastly differently. He's very skilled in most things physical, specifically in violence. When it comes to self-defense, there's almost no one better. He has a few titles in martial arts and kickboxing, but his preferred weapon, given the choice, is a bo staff, and he has world records in it. For his official job, he is just as good with a handgun, one of the better shots on the force. He's aware of his skills and doesn't brag, he's just quietly pleased with himself and works out and practices every morning.

However, he doesn't like violence. Most people know him as the cinnamon roll he really is. He's generally incredibly sweet, and he just wants to help people. He's generous, willing to give people the shirt off his back if it's needed. All he's ever wanted to do was to help people, that's why he became a cop in the first place. He's always been very law-abiding and follows it to a T, but his kindness tends to bleed into his work. He's likely to let people off with a warning on their first arrest, unless they were hurting someone. He doesn't care if two people get into a bar fight or if someone has a bit of marijuana he just confiscates and turns in, but he does care if someone defenseless was beat up. Especially if the crime is against children or animals, who are a major soft spot for him. He adores his pets, and likes almost all animals. He likes people, but even he likes his dogs more. He likes all kinds of people, no matter the species. He doesn't particularly care what species someone is, as long as they don't hurt anyone. He doesn't especially like them, he just has no problem with them in general.

He has no problem with most people, he just doesn't have many specific attachments. He's been single for a while, and he doesn't mind it. He doesn't have anything against dating, he just doesn't have anyone he likes. Besides, dating is... interesting for him. He's pretty innocent in most things sexual, and wouldn't recognize a proposition if it hit him over the head. He's classified as both cute and sexy, but he's oblivious to both. He occasionally goes to bars with friends, it just ends up being a bit uncomfortable and awkward. He's too innocent to have a good time in the way his friends do. Still, he does enjoy going just to spend time with friends.
fortes|| fighting × bo staff × shooting × making breakfast × baking
faults || innocence × selflessness × stubborn × reckless × overconfident
fond || children × people × protecting × cuddling × cooking
foul || pain × people being hurt × inability to help × being vulnerable × losing someone

  [♦] H I S T O R Y
Penn was kind of born into the whole responsibility thing, as his dad Ray was a police officer too. He met Jeana, a daycare worker, when he returned a lost boy back to where he was supposed to be, and the two hit it off. One thing led to another and they ended up getting married, giving birth to a baby boy named Ray after his dad.

Penn, still going by Ray at this point, already knew exactly what he wanted to do when he grew up. He wanted to be just like his dad. So he started going with Ray to the police station, doing what could be classified as a ride along. Unfortunately for him, he was rather quickly disillusioned. Ray wasn't exactly a clean cop, taking bribes and all other sorts of not legal things. Penn was horrified, and almost immediately all of his positive relationship with his father was gone. He didn't want to go by Ray anymore, starting to use a shortened version of his last name instead, Penn. He threw himself into working out and getting fit, anything to distract himself. He wanted nothing to do with his father anymore and started acting out, not want to be compared to his hero cop father anymore.

He was 16 when he got smashed for the first time, and ended up getting manipulated into sex for the first time by a girl named Kelly. Unfortunately for her, she ended up pregnant from the encounter. She knew there was no way to blame this on him so she kept the baby a secret, giving it up for adoption. It was only months after the baby was already gone that he heard the truth through the grapevine, and was devastated. At 17 he wasn't looking to have kids, but it was too late for that and he was willing to be responsible for the child he already loved despite never meeting, but he was robbed of his chance.

He was kind of subdued for a while after that, not knowing what to do. At 18 he moved away from his parents, paying his own way through police academy. He was determined that He would be a good cop, despite his father. Of course he was once again compared to his dad all throughout, but he grew to ignore it. He graduated at the top of his class with honors. He loves his job, as hard as it is. He worked hard for it and he's proud, knowing that he's not turning into his father.

mother || jeana × alive
father || ray × alive
child || unknown × unknown
dog || wolf × f × 5 × husky

dog || daisy × f × .5 × yorkie

dog || fidget × m × 3 × stray mutt

message 4: by KT, Baby Child (last edited Mar 17, 2017 10:29PM) (new)

KT (queenlykt) | 1704 comments Mod
]   M A S O N   R E D   H A L L S   [

]   P O R N  S T A R   [
   [ ♠ ] age ╾ 19
   ▸ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ : april 19

   [ ♥ ] gender : male
   ▸ sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ : homosexual

   [ ♣ ] species : vampire
   ▸ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : pornstar, prostitute

   [ ♦ ] gang : Syndicate
   ▸ ʀᴀɴᴋ : Fledgling

▬▬▬▬▬  ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ  ▬▬▬▬▬
For the most part, Mason just has his bad boy, roguish good looks. He relies on them for almost everything, and certainly has them. His jawline is strong and defined, outlining the rest of his rugged facial features. His eyes are a dusky, almost sage green, set over a slightly oversized nose. His lips underneath are a bit thin, but not too disproportionally so. His hair has always been rather simple, kept fairly short all around but a bit longer on top. His natural color is a darker shade of brown, but he has been known to dye it a blond. He's not the tallest guy around, at about 5'10, but he's built stocky to make up for it. He's rather well built despite his inability to use his muscles for an actual fight, and is rather broad-shouldered. The most obvious things about him are his tattoos, however. He has a pastel colored lotus flower on the left side of his neck, and black and white flowers with a bird running from his right shoulder down his chest a bit. The back of each hand has a flower, one in blue and one in red. Along one forearm is a simply triangle. Each ear is decently stretched with a gauge piercing, but it's all just part of the looks. His voice is low and husky, instantly recognizable to anyone who's talked to him.
Given his choice he'd prefer to be wearing nothing, but generally he's in a sweatshirt or a simple tshirt. Jeans are a rare thing for him, as he prefers sweatpants or gym shorts, anything that can be taken off fast. The constant, however, is a snapback of some sort, as he almost always has one.
( ♜ jake bass )

▬▬▬▬▬  ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ sᴇx ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴀɪɴ  ▬▬▬▬▬
Mason isn't actually liked very much, and he's more than happy to keep it that way. He can actually be rather antagonistic, more than willing to poke at people and see their reaction. It doesn't matter what people think of him, he knows they still come back to him when they need to get off. He has some major issues with authority, and does not take orders well. Still, he's not actually stupid. He's good at reading people and he knows exactly how far he can push people before they snap. He'll ride it right up to that point, pushing over and over until they're right up to the line of breaking... and then he stops and backs off, right before crossing the line. The few people that do put up with him, however, he tends to relax around. It's a very short list, but he can be a complete dork, even a sweetheart. People just have to put up with his antagonizing for a long while to get to see his more positive side.

People might have issues with him, but he knows how to get them to work for him, to need him. He has numerous guys he's slept with, and although he has no real emotional attachment to them and they really don't to him, he keeps a way to contact them. He's an excellent fuck buddy for them, good enough that they're willing to protect him. With his attitude he frequently pisses people off, and he could accidentally cross the line. It's common for him to piss people off enough to get cornered, but with all the people he keeps in contact with... He has half a dozen to a dozen people on call to protect him at any given time. He just has to bide his time and stay alive until they arrive to help him. He stalls with talking, though perhaps not well. Generally his argument centers around that they could kill him, but why would they kill someone as hot as him? And a punch would ruin his pretty face.

And his face is one of the most important things to him. He's ridden his whole life just on his looks, and he knows that without that he risks losing a lot. To most people he's just the attractive bad boy, and he has no reason to ruin that image. He caters to it as much as he can, acting the part to perfection. He's actually pretty smart, but there's no reason to act that way. He has his reputation, and why ruin that with answering questions or actually doing his work? He is a prostitute and does porn, after all, and is more than happy to be that way. He gets almost personally offended when people don't want him. After all, his job is all about making other people want him. He was always used to being the one left alone in bed, and he got rather fed up with it. Now he's the one that always leaves first, just so he doesn't have to feel as alone, since he knows people would leave him.

But Mason has more skills than just his secret smarts and his looks. Actually, he's almost uncannily persuasive. He might always want to leave really quickly, but sometimes he has a job to do. So he can wait and fake his way through basic pillow talk to find out what he wants to know before reporting it back to the Syndicate. He tricks people with lies about a fake personal life to get them comfortable, get them to open up. It's these skills that are the most valuable to the Syndicate, along with how much money he brings in with his career.
( ♜ playlist )
Fuck You Betta || Neon Hitch
Flesh || Simon Curtis
Sexyback || Justin Timberlake

message 5: by KT, Baby Child (new)

KT (queenlykt) | 1704 comments Mod

▬▬▬▬▬  ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ I ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ sᴀʏ  ▬▬▬▬▬
Himeros was rather well known for his sleeping around, so honestly Andrea probably should have known what she was getting into. But she was just a college kid and more than a little drunk at the time, she wasn't thinking about consequences. Unfortunately, there certainly were some. She ended up pregnant, and although she carried the baby to term, she had no plans to keep him. The instant Mason was born, she gave up all parental rights, putting him up for adoption.

For a while, he had a pretty decent life. After all, everyone wants babies. He stayed in one home, cared for by an older couple until he was 10, when they were killed in a car accident. And then things didn't go so well. Without a steady home, he started acting out, which led to issues with adoption. He didn't really have any steady homes for a while. He bounced from house to house, finally getting adopted by a couple he thought was lovely.

And of course, it didn't last long. With him acting out, they started taking more drastic measures to keep him in check, getting worse and worse. He ran away, they locked him in his room. He broke windows, and they broke his nose. Of course, that didn't exactly slow him down. It just made him more determined.

It was easy to explain away any bruises he got; everyone knew what a troublemaker he was. As he grew older, the abuse grew different, worse. He would do anything to avoid spending time at home. He acted out more and more, almost trying to get arrested to avoid being home. He never tried to get himself hurt, but he definitely avoided safety precautions. If he went to the hospital for landing on glass while he was leaning against a window, then it was a few days he didn't have to spend at home.

Still, the frequent hospital visits gave nurses and doctors a good look at the rest of his injuries, and they started getting suspicious. His parents realized this, and they started shifting how they did things. The need for subtlety made things inevitably go downhill for him. He was 13 when he first woke to his father in his bed, and it only grew worse. But who would believe him? He had well-founded poor reputation, he assumed that people would just dismiss what he said.

Eventually, he started to use what he knew. He started out just sleeping around, but gradually he shifted to using it as a career, selling himself. It gave him some illusion of control over everything that was happening to him. He wasn't stupid, however. He started saving up the money, hiding it in half a dozen places in case his parents found one of the stashes.

After a while he of course had repeat clients, but there was one who was particularly interested in Mason. He offered him an opportunity, and Mason immediately knew it was his way out. He jumped at the chance to earn more money, even if it did mean going into porn. It only took a bit of time before he managed to make enough money to move away. However, he did continue his new career. He was excellent at it, after all.

Perhaps luckily for him, he ended up moving here to see what it had to offer. His talents were very quickly noticed when he started frequenting the nightclubs, especially by the vampires. He was rather hard to miss, after all. He screwed his way through half their ranks before they approached him with an offer. The Syndicate knew they could use his skill set, and gave him the chance to become one of them.

Mason jumped at the chance to become something better than he had been, better than human. It helped him feel a bit more secure in his life, and he was more than happy to join a group so someone would always have his back.

( ♜ relations )
mother || Andrea; unknown
father || Himeros
siblings || unknown
children || none

▬▬▬▬▬▬  ʙᴇᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ  ▬▬▬▬▬▬

message 6: by Foxen (last edited Mar 20, 2017 12:48AM) (new)

Foxen | 139 comments

On the Surface

Full Name: Esbjorn Son of Aubjorn
Name Meaning: Bear of the Gods,( Divine Bear. )
Nickname: Bear
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire-Created
Rank: Concilio
Country of Origin: Scandinavia
Weight: 183lbs(83kg)
Height: 6'(182.88cm)
Age: 1,217 years old
D.O.B: October 31, 0800.
Zodiac: Scorpio

Father: Aubjorn of Eirik (deceased)
Mother: Gunborg of Alviis (deceased)
Siblings- none

Face Claim: Alexander Ludwig
Eye Color- Blue
Hair Color- Blonde
Tattoo's or Markings-
(view spoiler)
(view spoiler)

Beneath the Surface

Born during the high time of the Vikings, Esbjorn was born to a small village nestled in a valley on the coast. Not far from his village was the King's village, the one that ruled over all the viking clans in the area. Being born so close to the King's home he enjoyed a few things other usually didn't, including a blessed childhood.

His Father, a blacksmith, made weapons for the King when ever they went on raids, and in return gained many riches when the King came back from a successful raid. His Mother, quick with her words and hands, owned a small shop where she sold trinkets and food they had grown on their small plot of land. That was, when they had any extra after the harvest.

All was good and calm, as if blessed by Freya herself, until Esbjorn turned twenty. The King's second son, jealous of his brother, betrayed the King and started a coup. The whole land was in an uproar and his village, caught in the crossfire. A high ranked vampire took pity on Esbjorn when he found Esbjorn alone at the ash pile that was his home. With his family dead, and nothing else to hold him to this place he left with the stranger.

It took him a few months to realize what his traveling companion was, and upon doing so he begged to be one. He claimed nothing could be worse, and that if he was turned, he would at least have something to live for again. How wrong he was, the transformation was painful and risky, multiple times almost seeming to fail. In the end he was made a vampire and stood before the current Sovrano of that time.

After being introduced into the vampire society Bear did well for himself. At first he was only grateful for being allowed in to the fold, allowed to make a new life for himself, but soon it grew into a fierce feeling of protective and fondness. (Especially for his maker). Deciding that he never wanted to let his new life turn out like his old, he found his way into enforcing the vampire society's rules. Hell bent on making sure his new 'family' wasn't torn to shreds by another coup, or war, he slowly started climbing the ranks as he defended his new life. Years later after many, many times proving of just how loyal he was to his new 'family' he was promoted to Concilio. It took him by surprise at first, knowing that all he had wanted to do was protect his own, but it didn't take him long to find his rhythm and enjoy his work. Taking pride in his position, you'd never find anyone more stubborn and hard headed about the rules of vampire society.( And no one more willing to lay waste to rule breakers than he.) Now here he is today, wishing things where simpler in some way, but he'd rather be here then laying in a grave.

Esbjorn or The Divine Bear, has always been ruled by his emotions. Even before he was created he was often skipping from one high or another, sailing on his emotional tides. If anything, becoming a vampire is what gave him the push to learn control of his emotions. Still he is like any vampire, though a little more in control than most.

Bear has always had a problem controlling his temper when it came to traitors and liars. Especially those who betrayed the King. Viking King, or Vampire King alike. He always has held a since of honor, even before he was turned and knows that even traitors still deserve a fair judgment.

When Bear isn't focused on his emotions, he's one vampire you can count on to have a more playful look on his immortal life. He loves teasing people,(he dislikes passive people because they don't normally tell him off if he goes to far), but doesn't go as far as bullying other vampires. Though, his mercy isn't just for the vampires. He is one of the few that believe vampires and werewolves can co-exist, though with how rocky there alliance is now he's a bit unsure of himself.


*old cultures


*passive people


*a true friend/loyal


*violent temper

Orientation: Bisexual
Past Relationships: no
Pet: Elkkit (Norwegian Elkhound)



message 7: by Foxen (new)

Foxen | 139 comments

On the Surface

Full Name: Sylvain Tyrneathem
Name Meaning: (Faerie Spirit) (Children of Dragons)
Nickname: Syl (pronouncation: Sil)
Gender: Male
Species: Fae, Nymph
Rank: N/A
Country of Origin: United States
Weight: unknown
Height: unknown
Age: 300 years old
D.O.B: June 5th
Zodiac: Gemini, Native American Zodiac: Deer

Father: Tylon Tyrneathem
Mother: Yainol Tyrneathem
Siblings- two(OPEN)

Faerie Wings:
(view spoiler)
Face Claim: Martin Sensmeier
Eye Color- Dark Brown/Black
Hair Color- Black
Tattoo's or Markings-
(view spoiler)
(view spoiler)

Beneath the Surface

Born in the United Stated to a small group of faeries in the southwest, he was often mistaken as a human Native American child lost in the wilderness. His family used him to lure other children into the forest to replace them with changelings. While he was young he didn't quite understand this, but as he grew older her started to, and did not like it. This ended up being one of the reasons he left his family group in search of 'greener pastures'. Has times changed he also grew tired of his parents overbearing ways and the rules he had to follow. Fed up with living in the forest and unavailability to live in the human world he left his family as soon as he was old enough to provide for himself.

Yet leaving home trigger a pretty large amount of effects, even Sylvain hadn't thought of. He had to learn more about glamours then he ever had while he was living with his family, including how to hid his wings with glamours as well, and how to hide them without. Despite all of this Sylvain was determined to live within the human world, though he did take on a more nomadic lifestyle, moving from one place to another and even living in other countries. On his travels he learned a lot about the different kinds of supernatural creatures and how they worked, fascinated he started to look for places he could settle down at and study these other creatures. His first encounter with another supernatural species was in fact a werewolf, one that told him about a city in the U.S.A called Royal. Fascinated with the place the werewolf told him about he decided to move there himself to see these legendary gangs.

Sylvain definitely got more that he bargained for. On his fist day there he was mugged by one of his own kind, who quickly apologized after realizing her was fey. Sylvain paid the other being no mind until he got home and realized all his cash was missing from his wallet. That was Sylvain's introduction to the city of Royal, despite this he still lives there, working odd jobs where ever he can find work. Most of the time he hangs out with his pet Hedwig, named for the brave owl he had grown attached to in one of the books he'd read.

Sylvain had always been a kind soul, one that didn't even notice the horrors around him for a long time. When he finally did he was disgusted, but also optimistic that these things could change over time, that something beautiful could be made from it. Though he has always been caring about all things around him, mostly those in nature, he has also been very self-centered. Taking things from the world around him to make himself better, himself smarter, more appealing. This could be a lack of self-confidence from when he was young, but if you ever ask him to do something you better be ready for him to ask something in return.

After leaving his family and travelling all over the world, he didn't change much. He did gain a new appreciation of the human race as he saw what all they had built and achieved in such a short span of time. However this awe never out matched his fondness for the natural world, and he would often visit parks and forests as he traveled around the world. This made him more appreciate then he already had been, and he grew more and more attached to the outdoors ever since, even going as far as sleeping out in the open by himself.

Though he is more concerned with himself most of the time, if he really finds some one that gets him he usually sticks with them and is a very loyal friend and companion. Sylvain doesn't really bond with people easily, seeing people grow old around you and die often doesn't really make it easy too.


*animals (mostly birds)


*cats(he'll tolerate them)


*strong willed


*too caring
*day dreamer
*self-centered (unless its about the environment)

Orientation: Asexual
Past Relationships: Yes
Pet: Hedwig (Martial Eagle)


(c)Silverhood (Disclaimer:I DO NOT OWN THE ART USED)

message 8: by ӍдѕҞa (new)

ӍдѕҞa (whichsidewillyouchoose) | 113 comments

"The world is a strange place, filled with darkness. So, stay in the light if you don’t want to be possessed."

Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Ekonian Gabriel Ackerson
Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ (view spoiler)
Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ The Necromancer
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Ekona, Ekon

Aɢᴇ │ 23
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ May 22nd
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │1:46pm
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Gemini

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Male
Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Demisexual
Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ None

Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Never Too Late
ᴍᴏDᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ: │

Name Civila Ackerson
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive

Name Unknown
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive

Name Gwendolin Harnela
Relation » Guardian |◦ -- » ◦| Status » Dead
|Image|: (view spoiler)

Currently None
(view spoiler)

| Companions |
Name Anubis
Jackal |◦ » ◦| Status » Dead
|Image|: (view spoiler)

"A class of people who are despised because of the magic they use. A little twisted do you not think? If magic was not to be used in such a way, why would it exist in the first place? When there is the good, the light and life there will always be the bad, the dark and death. You can’t pick and choose, as we all know, there must always be a balance."


(view spoiler)

Hᴀɪʀ │ Black
Eʏᴇs │ Black (purple glow when performing magic)
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Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale, sickly so.
Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Tall- 6'1", Lean, some muscle but very close to skin and bones
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │Jagurox
Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs (Necromancer Branding- right shoulderblade)
Snake bites, ear and nose piercings.

Weapons: Dagger-
(With a press of a small button(hidden) it also turns into a staff which helps channels his black magic~ but also another button to compack within handle(easy storage))
- (Stone he wears as necklace usually when weapon not in use).

"Spirits are just like living beings. Manipulative, cunning, emotional, and as easy to extinguish as stabbing a human in the heart.
Corpses however, listen to everything I tell them and are immensely difficult to stop."

╠═ Social ═╣
┠ Species ┨ Necromancer
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┠ Gang ┨ Rogue
┠ Rank ┨ Mercenary

Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│ Intel Broker/ Hitman


Ekona is not a traditional man. Upon first impression, he is someone that you want to stay away from. He is a dark man who produces an aura that wards away not only animals but most people. It’s almost demonic but that’s influence of being a necromancer and being possessed by demonic forces when he was younger. Often his presence provokes fear and instant discomfort. His Necromancer alias is a cold persona. He is harsh and brutal. He wants what he needs and gets what he wants through any means necessary. He is well known for dealing with those who betray him, in a permanent way. He won’t hesitate to kill if he needs to, especially to make an example not to mess with him. He doesn’t care and tends to stay in hiding. Manipulative, cunning, deceitful and all utilized to gather information and use it to trade things he needs. He’s the last but most effective source of intel but with no loyalties, so it’s risky.

Ekona, separate from his needed alias is not exactly as he seems. He is sarcastic, pessimistic and a closed off; both emotionally and physically. However, Ekona is also someone who is generally nice when it doesn’t interfere with his ambitions. Gwen taught him manners, how to treat people with respect and how he can still be pleasant towards people even if he doesn’t receive the same appreciation (which he is still lectured about). He is stubborn and hostile when threatened but doesn’t go out of his way to offend people or even scare people. He keeps people at a distance and can be ignorant to many things but is more street and people smart than he is book smart. He wasn’t educated properly after all.
He is not someone to cross, especially since he can kill you and use your body as a personal servant.

☻ Music
☻ Mentos
☻ Nature
☻ Animals
☻ Learning -sciences
☻ Playing the Guitar

☹ Abuse
☹ Religion
☹ Vampires
☹ Bananas
☹ Alcohol
☹ Drugs
☹ His Parents

✮ Communication with Spirits
✮ Dark Magic
✮ Intel Collection
✮ Escaping/avoiding capture/staying anonymous
✮ Poker Face

☆’ Light’ Magic- makes him weak
☆ Sunlight
☆ Butterflies
☆ Sob Stories
☆ Rather Physically Weak

✗ Butterflies
✗ Water (nearly drowned)
✗ Being Consumed By His Magic

" I’ve never been good at normal magic, it makes me sick. But the things I can do, will terrify all those who find dark magic as ghastly as it sounds "

message 9: by ӍдѕҞa (new)

ӍдѕҞa (whichsidewillyouchoose) | 113 comments

{Part 2}


Ekona was cared for by his father who had met Ekona’s mother during a random encounter from coinciding work relations. They went out for a bit and Civila ended up pregnant a year and so after they began dating. Unplanned and something Civila didn’t want but his father doted on him for two years. Civila did what she had to necessarily do but otherwise avoided them thus resulting in their evitable separation. After Ekona turned two, he began showing unusual signs, talking to imaginary friends but his father suspected something else. His father was dabbling in dark magic and had been researching necromancers. He knew that it was likely Ekona was one and since he was already showing signs so young, it was likely the magic could become uncontrollable thus leading the Royal Circle to discover what he’d been up to with dark magic. So, a few months before Ekona’s birthday, his father left leaving Ekona in Cavila’s care. Disgusted, Civila began to partake in the social life, raising in social standing with the aim of collecting more and more money. She spent days without returning home and hired a nanny to look after Ekona. At this point, Ekona was used to being alone, entertaining himself with the spirit that lived in the household. He kept to himself and taught himself skills he grew interested in.

A year later, the nanny suddenly quit, stating she could not handle looking after a crazy boy such as him. Civila was forced to return and look after the four-year-old brat until she could hire a new nanny. However, during those few days, Civila realized the nanny hadn’t just been talking crazy. Something was seriously unsettling about her unwanted child. Ekona often conversed with something that wasn’t there, everywhere he went. Yet, it wasn’t the normal childlike conversation that children had with their imaginary friends. Ekona’s speech was more mature (despite his lack of socializing with other people) and his abilities to read and write with no tutoring on it were abnormal. It could be chalked up that he was just a genius, but one night Civila had awoke to noise in the living room. When she went to check it out, she found Ekona standing there but his eyes were glowing violet and his spoke to her in a voice that was not his own before he collapsed onto the floor and didn’t awaken for two days. Once he did, she knew she couldn’t get another nanny without the news of whatever was wrong with her child from spreading. She couldn’t have this ruin her hard-built reputation. It was strange, he seemed different when he awoke, it wasn’t something Civila could describe, just a feeling since she didn’t know her child all that well anyway.

One thing she was sure about was the boy was possessed by something. This was when her abuse began. She hated him originally but now that he was not even a child anymore but a possessed thing determined to ruin everything she built for herself, she took that rage and frustration out on the young Ekona.

Ekona wasn’t possessed however, though he had been momentarily during that night. It was lucky he had survived the process. Ekona also knew that his mother never liked him and when she began to not only verbally abuse him but physically as well. He did nothing to stop it. He couldn’t do anything and he was powerless to stop her. He was isolated and she was his only provider.

Years passed and it only grew worse. In the public’s eye, she was a wonderful woman, successful and a loving and perfect mother. Ekona acted proper and respectful so his oddities were overlooked but what the public didn’t know what the many attempts Civila had on Ekona’s life. Tried to drown him, push him out of the apartment balcony even poison on him but circumstance managed to save Ekona each time. Nothing was said though, neither one saying anything about it. Ekona said nothing, for reasons listed previously but also because he was depressed, he couldn’t find the motivation to do anything but take the abuse. He couldn’t escape, he was even home schooled with online programs nor did he make any friends besides the spirits he could see and often couldn’t befriend for various reasons. Civila saw him as not only a nuisance she wished she never birthed but now as Satan.

At 14, Ekona finally hard enough. He couldn’t take it anymore, he was either going to commit suicide or he was going to escape from this place. His mother couldn’t kill him without it causing a big scandal so that wasn’t even an option. So he gathered what he needed, stealing from his mother of course with the coding skills he’d learned.

Thus, he ran away from home. It was his first time leaving the house since he was born and taken from the hospital to Civila’s apartment. It was completely unexpected when he ended up fainting after only an hour or so in the sun. When he woke up he found himself laying in a bed and met the woman who found and took care of him. A woman, a witch to be exact, whose name was Gwendolin Harnela. Ekona didn’t share what happened to him and how he ended up there. He was silent, refusing to talk to her for a long time but Gwen continued to look after him and care for him for many days later.

When Ekona finally began to accept her presence in his life but he hid the fact he saw spirits not wanting to experience what occurred with his mother. He didn’t trust that she wouldn’t hate and try to kill him as well. On the other hand, Gwen decided to adopt Ekona officially and became his Guardian. It wasn’t a few months later when she discovered that he was actually a sorcerer. She was surprised but she prepared what he needed (the staff he uses was given to him by her) and she began to teach him how to control his magic. To do this she began teaching him the basics of ‘light’ magic. However, he was inept at it, not only couldn’t he do it, he suffered every time he tried. He became weak and if he pushed himself too much began immensely sick. The first time he became very sick, he was possessed by a dark force. It was the first-time Gwen had actually seen a possession since dark magic users weren’t too common. She had to research and treat him in a tiny time frame before his consciousness was destroyed by the entity controlling his body.

Later, she demanded an explanation and Ekona had to reveal that he could see and communicate with spirits as well as explaining that it wasn’t the first possession that had occurred.
Gwen knew the implications, that the boy was a necromancer, a dark magic. She had to make a tough decision, to reveal his existence to the Royal Circle or to keep him, train him while keeping him a secret from everyone.
She decided to do the latter and continued to raise him while doing everything in her power to teach him and protect him from his own powers. It was tough but she didn’t need to worry about him taking off since he couldn’t go out in the sun, a consequence of being a necromancer. She knew he had to learn to control his abilities before the magic turned and consumed him.

Four years later, he had developed well and quickly, having been training himself in other skills along with magic. Guitar, throwing daggers, self-defense, sketching, sciences and combat. He was even able to go out at night or cloudy days to partake in society.
One day, he arrived back home to find Gwen dead in her living room, completely drained of blood. He hadn’t discovered it until later, having seen Gwen (though in spirit form) until he nearly stepped on her. Enraged, he vowed to her he’d find her killer and get justice for her death.

Unusually, there seemed to be a missing link that didn’t allow Ekona to properly communicate with Gwen yet. It was the first time experiencing the death of someone. So, he had stayed there, leaving a message for the Royal Circle to arrive so he could get her funeral arrangements but also assistance in hunting down her murderer.
However, they soon found out what exactly he could do and was shunned, exiled as soon as they realized what he was practiced in. He was surprised at the sudden aggression, ignorant to the viewpoint of dark magic let alone that it was what he did. He couldn’t even properly escape after he was thrown to a few member’s mercy to ‘teach him a lesson’. It was just after that when he was captured by a member who kept him for many days with the aim to kill him once they’d finished experimenting with him. She had hated those who use dark magic with a passion but was exceptionally curious about his capabilities and if she could use it to her advantage. This experimentation resulted in a pentagram branding on his shoulder. He eventually was able to escape using a questionable method.

Once he had escaped, he found Gwen’s ghost who he could communicate with now who apologized for not explaining everything. Ekona left to a safe place far from the Royal Circle’s territory before she told him everything. She then became a companion for him even after death but she wasn’t constantly by his side for reasons he was unsure about.

She can’t remember much of her death but she is a reliable asset to many of Ekona’s illegal doings. She is also the reason that Ekona doesn’t get possessed (having put a protective barrier around him when she had been alive). After this whole incident, he became a rogue. He developed an alias and began doing jobs such as assassinations, hits, intel collection then trading. He developed a chilling reputation for getting the job done, though means that aren’t anywhere close to legal. Disappointing to Gwen but this way he gains connections and intel, each time taking a step closer to finding Gwen’s murderer.

"You never know what’s watching you."

message 10: by kaya (new)

kaya (ananats) | 77 comments
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▷ C A L L U M   J O N A T H A N   H A L L

─── AGE.
 physically 25
 chronologically 25
 born 9 apr.

 male sex
 male gender
 prefers he/him

 identifies as heterosexual
 currently single
 infatuated with tba

 species: human
 affiliation: police force
 rank: forensic scientist

 grant gustin
 65 kg
 green eyes
 brown hair
 + assorted small scars
            ────── GOOD.
⊳ coffee, obscure technicalities, murder mysteries
⊳ forensics, multitasking, fixing stuff

            ────── BAD.
⊳ when people lose the evidence he gave them, unsolved cases, not being allowed to help with investigations
⊳ self-doubt, stubbornness, tendency to get into things he ought not to
⊳ losing his family, losing his job
PERSONA. ─────
Callum is a Mess™. As a general rule, he spends more time sorting out things at work than actually having a life, and information is generally delivered to the officers via a messily-organised bundle of paper. Most things are done in a rush, because he still hasn't quite grown out of his procrastinating habits.
Callum is one of those rare people that actually enjoy their work. In fact, he loves it. While he may not always enjoy the company, the actual things that he gets paid for, he enjoys (if they paid him to put up with idiots, he'd be rich enough to retire at 25). As such, he tends to go above and beyond the call of duty, even when told not to carry out his own investigations. Mysteries intrigue him, and justice is not something he can stand to see ignored. Being such a moral person, and a police officer, it's really no wonder he always seems to end up on the wrong side of people you really oughtn't cross. Namely the gangs, and often without intending to annoy them. He's not that perceptive.
i. [ eleanor josephine hall × mother ]
ii. [ maxwell lachlan hall × father ]
iii. [ sophie leanna hall × sister ]
iv. [ robert arthur hall × brother ]
HISTORY. ─────
Callum was born two years after his brother, five after his sister. And, to his father, he was always second-best. His brother has gone on to a career in politics, his sister is a doctor. And Callum? Well, he's a forensic scientist. As useful as that job may be, it's not one that Maxwell Hall respects, and that makes all the difference. That's basically his whole life in a nutshell — not good enough in his father's eyes, eternally overshadowed by his siblings.
Naturally, his father's harmful attitude had an effect on Callum. For most of high school, he was extremely depressed, and it only really started improving once he moved out of home. Now, he avoids his father as much as possible, and tries to pretend that not getting invited to family events doesn't hurt (even though it does). He wouldn't say that he's depressed. There's just a few memories that hurt more than most.

message 11: by KT, Baby Child (new)

KT (queenlykt) | 1704 comments Mod
]  S E B A S T I A N   Á N G E L   S O L I S  [

]   T H E  F A L S E   K I N G   [

   [ ♠ ] age ╾ 176
   ▸ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ : 9/9
   ▸ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ : 23

   [ ♥ ] gender : male
   ▸ sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ : homodemisexual
   ▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs : crush on Anthony

   [ ♣ ] species : vampire
   ▸ ᴄʟᴀssɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : created
   ▸ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ : 153 years

   [ ♦ ] gang : Syndicate
   ▸ ʀᴀɴᴋ : king's figurehead
   ▸ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ : clan & Anthony

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬  ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ sɪᴛs ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ  ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
People always expect Sebastian to be all tall and intimidating, but they're only halfway right. He comes in at only about 5'9, but certainly doesn't need anymore height to be scary. He almost always stands with his arms crossed, spine straight. He's rather fit, given as long as he's had to get in shape. Thin scars cross over the muscles on his torso, almost in a patchwork pattern. He lacks the typical sickly paleness of vampires, his skin retaining it's bronze shade, though it lacks a certain warmth that humans have. If he goes too long without feeding or loses too much blood he gets a bit gaunt and has a sickly sheen, but never really gets pale.

His hair is black and naturally slightly wavy, shorter on the sides than the top. It's always held perfectly in place, lightly gelled back and out of the way. When it isn't gelled it falls in slightly waving spikes down around his face, usually only like this at night. Without the gel in his hair is soft to the touch, of course a bit stiff when gelled. When frustrated or thinking hard, he has a habit of reaching up to run his fingers through it, though he always catches himself before he messes it up.

Although he isn't as hot as some, Sebastian is oddly lovely. His almost soft, well-proportioned features occasionally lead to him being compared to his heavenly namesake, Angel. His cheekbones lack the sharp definition of many and his strong jawline isn't as perfect, but his face is smooth and almost delicate, despite the frequent scowl on his slightly plump lips. Sharp, dark eyebrows are set over his expressive, dark brown eyes, balanced out by a straight, strong nose. His voice is low and velvety smooth with the trace of a Spanish accent, and he occasionally slips in to the other language. Given his species and habits, he often smells faintly like flowers and blood.
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It's rare for him to be seen in anything other than dark colors. He generally wears nice, expensive clothing, usually rather formal. Black suits and nice button ups, occasionally tshirts, of another dark color, generally a blue, make up most of his near-monochromatic wardrobe. Black slacks and dress shoes usually complete the look, though there are exceptions. As casual as he gets is black jeans, workboots, and tshirt under a, of course, black leather jacket. Still, this is rare, and is usually only when he is simply with one of his friends or out, and never when he's in his official position as leader.
( ♜ david castro )

▬▬▬▬▬  ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ғʟᴇsʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏɴᴇ  ▬▬▬▬▬
One of the most important things about Sebastian is something no one can ever know. In actuality, he's an actor. Especially given his current situation, it has to be his most prized secret. He's not a big badass vampire leader, he just pretends to be. He was hired to play the part by the true clan leader, since Anthony didn't want it revealed who he was. But to the clan, Sebastian is the king. Only Anthony and himself know the truth, and for both their sakes it has to stay that way.

So Sebastian acts his part. If someone gets upset, as much as he wants to sit with them and promise them that it will be alright, he can't afford to. He has to play the part of the snarky asshole, and he does it well. So he snaps at people for any little thing, keeps his clan in close check. He threatens people frequently, whether they're in his clan or not. His vicious streak is infamous, even as much as he hates it. Unfortunately, it is combined with a temperamental attitude, frequently losing his cool and lashing out. As usual, however, it is all an act. He's almost always in control no matter how much he pretends not to be. It could be dangerous if he truly loses it, so he only pretends to. If he attacks someone just to threaten them, he's incredibly careful with them. Even if he slams them into a wall or something, he is vigilant about how hard to push to not actually cause injury or too much pain.

The best chance to see a bit of who he actually is is when someone gets hurt. He's always incredibly concerned, though certainly nothing close to gentle and caring. His worry is obvious, though it's channeled into anger and how vengeful he gets, desperate to make someone pay for what happened to them. In these instances it's easy to see just how protective he is over all of his coven, completely and utterly willing to take any injuries so they don't have to.

Of course, it's important this remains hidden from the other gangs. They can't know that all they have to do to get to him is to threaten any single one of his gang. So his front to them is all smooth and dismissive, peppered with frequent calm threats. No one outside of the gang knows anything about where he came from, and even his own gang doesn't really know much. The story changes all the time, to the point that even his age is unknown. They just know that somehow he ended up with an excellent dress sense and someone as possessive of his clothes as he is his people. Everyone knows that his suits are worth more money than their life. They don't know that he frequently goes shopping with a rogue witch named Godric, each of them helping each other choose things.

They don't know, they can't know just how sweet he actually is. He's rather affectionate, and truly enjoys simple fond touches, even just sitting close to someone on a couch. They do know of his aversion to Catholicism, but it's another one of the things that no one dares to bring up. He used to be a perfect little Catholic boy, but an attempted exorcism shattered that faith. Still, he has a few remnants of it ingrained in him. Being attracted to men throws him off, and he prefers not to acknowledge that. Even not believing in a god hasn't taken away the thoughts that it's a sin. Everything about him is sin at this point, however. Being a vampire and as vicious as he is leads to many insults, the most common simply being 'monster'. He's gotten to the point of not flinching and instead just snapping something sarcastic or vicious in return, pretending it doesn't bother him. Still, he remembers every single time he's been called it, and at this point he can't dispute it anymore.

Everyone has their emotional weaknesses, and vampires are far worse than others. Sebastian's is his loyalty. The clan comes before everything else to him, even with just the individual members being incredibly important to him. Even if he doesn't like all of them, they are still one of his own, and he wouldn't hesitate to die for them. His other main object of loyalty is the true leader, Anthony. They're friends, and honestly, Sebastian has a crush on him. Not surprising, given how long they have known each other and how has to lie and act to cover for him, he's the only one that Sebastian can really be himself around. He's developed a habit of complimenting him or referring to him with affectionate terms in Spanish, so Anthony doesn't find out about his feelings.

He's secretly a romantic, hidden even from those who know who he really is. It's not uncommon for him to leave flowers for his friends, especially Anthony. He has a penchant for flowers, to the point where he can identify most on sight, able to rattle off the Latin name and the meaning of them. They're all over his room, and if he's unable to visit his friends they're the next best thing to calm him down.
adores || flowers, clothing, friends, acting, cheesy movies
abhors || violence, religion, being vicious, lying, giving orders
fortes || acting, flowers, style, loyalty, violence, manipulation
faults || trusting, impatient, sensitive, driving, uptight, loyal

message 12: by KT, Baby Child (new)

KT (queenlykt) | 1704 comments Mod

▬▬▬▬▬▬  ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ·s ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ  ▬▬▬▬▬▬
Unexpectedly, there's nothing truly dramatic about Sebastian's childhood. He loved both of his parents, they both adored him. He was almost joined at the hip with his twin sister, and he was always good about helping take care of his younger siblings when his parents were working. Of course there were occasional skirmishes, but he loved all of his siblings and they adored him in return. Even when all of them grew a bit older and split apart to go to school, they never moved far from home and always kept in touch.

One would hope that the day that ended in hell at least started well, but it certainly wasn't the case. It began with him getting into a fight with his roommate and getting kicked out of his apartment. It devolved from there, with his distraction at work getting him in trouble and sent home early with thinly veiled threats of getting fired. So it was no surprise that he went to a bar that night. He just wanted a distraction, just forget everything that happened that day. It worked a little too well, as he ended up completely and utterly drunk. Given his fight in the morning he really had no home to go to, and it was far too easy for another guy to convince him to go home with him, even if it wasn't Sebastian's usual thing.

Everything was a blur for a while, a vague stumble back to a house, losing his shirt but being stopped before anything else. Not that he was complaining about that. Still, it confused him, even more so at the appearance of a knife. There was so much blood, and he was only vaguely aware that it was his own, the knife digging deeper and deeper across his chest and stomach, slowly ripping him apart. He could hear screams and prayers, and it took him a while to realize they were his own. He was lucky, in the end. A vampire heard his screams as he was passing by, and stopped to save him. Still, he was dying. He had lost a lot of blood, he was incredibly slashed up.

Finding the boy rather cute, the vampire decided to turn him, though he didn't bother to think of the consequences. He stayed for a day or two, struggling to keep him alive. He died at least once or twice, but luckily the vampire managed to bring him back. But when he was fully vampire, his sire didn't know what to do. He realized he would get in trouble, and instead of helping, simply left the fledgling to his fate.

With nowhere else to go, Sebastian did the only thing he could and went home, to his family. Unfortunately, his parents were far too religious to accept anything that had happened. It was obvious that something was wrong with him, with actual fangs and the sudden waxy shades to his skin, and the blatant hunger that he was trying so desperately to fight. They sent him to his room to contact all of his siblings, and when they called him back out they had called priests. Sebastian had gone home to feel safe, but instead was chained to a metal chair as the priests attempted to exorcize him.

Of course, being chained and stuck down meant that he couldn't get the blood he needed. He was a newly turned fledgling, being without any blood so far didn't end well for him. Starving, combined with with the knowledge that his family had done this to him pushed him farther and farther towards the edge. Occasionally one of his siblings would come in to talk to him, and most of them were simply worried. They didn't care what he was, it was just how he was acting in his bloodlust that had them concerned. Although he was incredibly weak, one of the priests leaned a little too close during the praying. Just close enough that Sebastian was able to sink his fangs into his neck, using the strength from the blood to break free. But going without blood that long had driven him to a starving, desperate bloodlust, and when his family and the other priests rushed in, he lashed out without thinking. He killed and drained all of them.

Luckily for Sebastian, the blood bath attracted a nearby vampire clan, and they went to check it out. They found the poor fledging freaking out in the corner, in a sobbing panic over what he had done to his family. It was rather obvious that he hadn't meant to hurt anyone, so the clan took him in, educating him. He threw himself into his studies and practicing, doing everything he could to control himself. He went over everything he could, not trusting himself around humans and staying in the den most of the time, using the opportunity to read up on lore.

But gradually, he started to reintegrate himself. He'd always wanted to be an actor and now he had experience. His control over his bloodlust translated over well, and he was able to control his physical reactions, making him a great actor. Luckily he wasn't stupid, only appearing as an occasional side character, never a main despite his skills.

When the concilio was challenged about the leader, the gang not believing there was a true king, Anthony needed someone to cover for him. It was Sebastian he hired, for many reasons. The most important was his acting skills, as Sebastian was good enough to be able to fool them. The other reason was simply because Anthony knew Sebastian, knew he was a pretty good guy and smart enough to think on his feet to respond if he didn't get a command from Anthony. The final piece of the puzzle was that Sebastian was loyal, both of them knew that. They knew that Sebastian wouldn't betray him, which was incredibly important. He fit into the role well, with the two of them only becoming closer.

When he was a leader, he got injured. It wasn't really his fault; what was he supposed to do against a pack of werewolves? He couldn't return to the clan in his somewhat pain-delirious state and risk revealing anything to them. So he instead went to a loner witch for help, Godric. The witch knew exactly who he was and figured he could always use this to gain a favor from the vampires. So he went ahead and helped him, giving him something for the pain and calling his emergency contact while he got potions together. Sebastian's contact was, of course, Anthony, since if he was in a situation to need his contact called, he would probably be at risk of revealing too much. He had already chattered away before Anthony got there, but luckily not enough to give away that he wasn't the leader. Given that Anthony was his emergency contact, Godric assumed that the two were dating, and it was better to let him assume that than risk correcting and having to explain. Still, Godric knew exactly what kind of person Sebastian really was, and was quite amused by the change. The two became fast friends, occasionally still getting together.
( ♜ relations )
mother || deceased
father || deceased
siblings || older brother + sister, younger brother + sister, twin sister all deceased
children || none

▬▬▬▬▬  ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ  ▬▬▬▬▬

message 13: by KT, Baby Child (new)

KT (queenlykt) | 1704 comments Mod
]   L U K A S   J A S O N   W H I T E   [

] D E V I L ' S   A D V O C A T E [
   [ ♠ ] age ╾ 26
   ▸ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ : jan 19

   [ ♥ ] gender : male
   ▸ sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ : homosexual

   [ ♣ ] species : human
   ▸ ʀᴀɴᴋ : serial killer

▬▬▬▬▬  ɪ sʜɪᴠᴇʀ sᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ  ▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬  ɪᴛ·s ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴋɴɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ  ▬▬▬▬▬▬
↳Blades are much better for hand to hand combat, although it is not his specialty. He doesn't really like to throw them, though is decent at it if necessary. In a fight, he'd choose to use two, wielding them with deadly accuracy. Still, he prefers when he gets to use them more intimately, using blades to torture his victims through various means.

▬▬▬  ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ  ▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬  ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴊᴏʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ  ▬▬▬▬▬▬
Lukas is a rather attractive person, and he definitely knows it. When he has to, he's more than willing to take advantage of that. He's almost delicate looking, with a small nose set over slightly thin lips, usually smirking. A sharp jawline leads down to a pointed chin, giving him a slightly heart-shaped face. His cheekbones are sharp and obvious, giving him a harshly angular appearance.

His eyes are bright blue, surprisingly light for someone as dark as he is. All of him is oddly light, with his pale skin and shock of white hair. Generally it's kept shaved on the sides and longer on the top. His height is easily recognizable, coming in at a full 6'3. His excellent posture - back straight, arms usually crossed - only enhances his stature. Still, he's proportioned well, with toned long legs. He's not built too solid, and is definitely more lean than well-built. He is strong, however, and can accurately be describe as lithe and wiry. Generally he wears nice suits and ties, showing off his wealth. All of them are perfectly tailored to fit him, and that is fairly obvious.
( ♜ conor mclain )
▬▬▬▬▬▬  ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴜʀɢᴇ  ▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬  ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ·ᴍ sʟɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ  ▬▬
When interacting with other people, it's obvious something is off about Lukas. He doesn't speak smoothly or anything like that, doesn't bother to try and seduce. His good looks do half of that for him, but he generally doesn't speak much in large groups. Most things he says are some variation of a threat or innuendo, but he's attractive enough people tend to not read into it. Still, there's something not quite right about him and everyone knows it. He's almost predatory, from his sharp, piercing gaze and slow smirk to his deliberate, graceful movements.

He's incredibly vicious, and that's not exactly a secret. Everyone has heard the tales of bodies torn apart, flayed beyond all recognition. Lukas doesn't exactly bother to be subtle about his means. Still, he's incredibly smart, which allows him to stay out of jail. Everyone knows it's him, and he's thrilled with that. But no one can prove it.

Unfortunately, some of his major flaws have accidentally positive consequences. He's erratic and unpredictable, which throws him off his game. It is difficult for him to remain focussed for long, which is only a small part of the reason that he keeps his victims alive as long as he does. He tortures them for a while, grows bored and quits for a bit, then returns to continue his work. His unpredictability only helps him hide, as his victims and locations are chosen at random, making it nearly impossible to track him.

As much as he likes causing pain, Lukas takes pleasure in receiving it as well. Not that he gets to explore that side. The idea of giving someone the power over him to do that is completely abhorrent to him, and there's no way he'd do it to himself and risk his good looks.

On the other hand, his alternate personality, Luka, is everything Lukas is not. If it wasn't for the identical looks, it would be easy for people to assume they're entirely different people. In reality, they are simply two completely separate parts of one person. Luka is kind and gentle, always trying to help the people Lukas hurts. Still, he can only do so much. His other half terrifies even him, and he will never directly disobey. Honestly, he's the only reason Lukas is still alive at this point. Due to his viciousness even the other species are wary, supernatural and humans alike lashing out at him. But Luka has come through and become the dominant personality in a few different occasions during fights, saving other's lives if he can. Few are willing to kill Lukas for risk of injuring the sweet, shy boy who's saved them.

Of course, there's nothing they can do to help him either. He's too scared of Lukas to do anything else, or risk going with them. His fear is obvious, given his frequent flinching, and how easy he is to startle. All he wants is to be free of Lukas, but of course he never can be. They inhabit the same body. He can see everything Lukas does, and of course it breaks his heart to see the people that they hurt. Of course, he's quite the pacifist, and the mere sight of blood is enough to make him feel sick.

He has little tricks to try and distract himself with, and a near obsession with fairies. Since he doesn't surface very often, he doesn't have a lot of real world experience. Once, he heard someone say something about fairytales, the idea of which fascinates him to no end. He doesn't know what they are, of course. So he imagines them, playing through stories in his head to try and give himself something positive.
( ♜ playlist )
Le Bien Qui Fait Mal || Mozart L'Opéra Rock
Sucker For Pain || Imagine Dragons
Eat You Up || BoA
Lurk || The Neighborhood
Dance Dance || Fall Out Boy

message 14: by KT, Baby Child (new)

KT (queenlykt) | 1704 comments Mod
▬▬▬▬▬  ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴍʏ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ  ▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬  ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ʟᴏsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ  ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Lukas has no memories of his father, or anything before the foster system really. His earliest memories were of his adopted family, but he always knew he was adopted. It was a single parent household, and he got along well with the father at first. As young as he was, he had no idea anything that happened wasn't normal. It was all he knew.

He always had delicate, pretty features, which his family was completely willing to take full advantage of. Even when he was little, people were drawn to him. So his father started offering people the chance to take advantage of that, prostituting him out. Lukas was far too young to be able to actually do anything about it, but the longer it went on, the more rage he felt. Finally, he snapped. The next clients that came in were met with a knife instead of a boy, and he killed the group before turning on his father, gutting him.

He found that he rather enjoyed the sensation of killing, so he started going out of his way to do it. He started teasing people on purpose, getting them to go home with him or even just down an alleyway before he turned on them. Bodies stopped turning up when he was put back into the foster system at 16, but no one made the connection. No one suspected a 16 year old to be capable of that viciousness, and no one tracked it to him when kids in the orphanage started to go missing.

Finally, Lukas was having issues containing his violent urges. It was delightful tearing apart people his own age, but it was far too easy. So he set his sights higher, finally lashing out at one of his adopted parents. He claimed that they had been molesting him, and he was excellent at faking the tears necessary. He was smart about things, not tearing them apart too much. Just enough that he could play up the vengeance angle.

When he turned 18, new information came to light. After all, he was of age, and a lawyer reached out to him about his real family. Evidently his father had left him some money. Lukas, having no knowledge of his true father, was fascinated by the fact that his father had been a killer too.

Still, an influx of money made him a large target. A man named Jack came forward, claiming be his brother. Lukas wasn't stupid, he fully expected it to be a scam. But he didn't expect it to be a trap. He had gone to the other man's house to visit him to check out the story, but he was too cocky. Although he expected to be able to take out the other easily, he hadn't thought that Jack would do anything to him first. So he was far too calm when started to get tired, though far less so when he woke up in the basement chained to the wall.

Evidently Jack expected to be able to ransom the newly wealthy Lukas off, but Lukas didn't have any family, or really any friends to pay for him. So now Jack was stuck with a man chained in his basement and nothing to do with him. A few days went by, and Lukas's rage only grew. He was barely fed and weak, and absolutely furious, especially when Jack started toying with him to try to get some use out of it. At first it was just little mind games, letting Lukas think he would get out and then locking him up again. But as time went on, it grew more physical.

Although Lukas was definitely mentally incredibly hard to break, being thrown back into a situation like his childhood took it's toll. His psyche shattered, creating a separate personality as an escape. It was easier, offered him a bit of a reprieve. But given a break, he had a chance to plan. Eventually, he found his opportunity. Given the time he had, he managed to loosen the chain from the wall. The next time Jack came down, he was able to get the it around Jack's neck. Although it was a far quicker death than he thought Jack deserved, it was necessary for him to get out.

The first thing he did when he was free was get himself a house that he proceeded to not leave for weeks. He had to process everything, deal with the new intruder in his mind. Still, he managed to figure things out, shoving the new personality into the back of his mind, shoving the weakness down.

But with yet another trigger, his rage only grew. With his new money and house, he was better able to do what he wanted most. With the increased access and capability, he was able to streamline the procedure more, keep himself in control easier. He was able to take more time with each victim, both with taking them and torturing them.

Everything is streamlined better at this point, so he can do almost anything he wants. His basement set up is exactly how he wants, so he can do almost anything to his people. Which he will. There are few lines he doesn't cross, the worst of the worst. He doesn't hurt kids, animals, or do anything sexual. After all, he knows how bad that can be. He might want to hurt people, but he's still not going to be who hurt him.
( ♜ relations )
mother || unknown
father || unknown
siblings || unknown

message 15: by bb, Father (new)

bb (boxboy) | 431 comments Mod
i d e n t i t y
anthony vantas
174; 11th of march
f o r m
max ehrich
vampire; created
syndicate; recruit sovrano
c h a r a c t e r
childish; ignorant to the point nobody is certain if he is joking or not, and either way he remains beyond aggravating. despite seeming self-serving and otherwise intelligent he has a bad habit of winding up those in higher ranks than himself, usually ending in his ass getting kicked.
awkward; typical of someone who spends all their time on electronics, it's almost like he tries to make people uncomfortable on purpose. this seems to drop in serious situations but can make for some really weird cross-gang interactions.
loyal; despite his joking attitude there is no doubt that anthony is loyal to his gang and his species, outspoken in defending them and with a decent bite to back his bark, although with the motormouth he has he talks more than even the bite of a werewolf could keep up with.
cynic; despite appearing as humorous or lighthearted there can be no doubt that there is an underlying shot of pessimism and unsettling apathy in his person. like a switch, he can turn from his usual joking self into somebody icy and entirely alien.
sociopathic; a well-kept secret of his is that he finds it hard to care about individuals. his gang as a whole he loves with all his heart, there is no arguing that, but when anthony gets angry it can become abhorrent even to the monsters of the city just how quickly his 'morals' are left behind.
b a ck g r o u n d
human; (view spoiler)
vampire; (view spoiler)
present; (view spoiler)
c o n n e c t i o n s
kt's sebastian solis; close friends with unspoken feelings for each other
kt's mason halls; anthony is his sire and the two are immature bros
maska's clarence clyde; concilio
foxen's esbjorn; concilio and friends

message 16: by KT, Baby Child (new)

KT (queenlykt) | 1704 comments Mod
Template made by the lovely fiend

A M A D E U S   K I N C A I D
━━━ ♦ ━━━

you don't wanna be high like me━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━never really knowing why like me
male ⋄ 23 ⋄ human ⋄ taken
[ A ] madeus has always had issues, that much was obvious. He's always had mood swings that only got worse as he grew older. They aren't so bad and are manageable, but a few professionals suspect that he's bipolar. It's hard for him to keep his emotions in check, and he's almost too emotional at times. He's snarky and snappy, and more than happy to lash out when necessary.
Whenever he can, he acts badass. In almost every situation he acts rough and tough, although he definitely isn't. It's half a defense mechanism and half because he honestly does think he's a little badass. In reality, he's just a usually hammered, rich little punk with too much time to kill. What he lacks in badassery, he makes up for in partying. As rich as he is, he of course has the house and money to throw the best parties in town. Most of the time he's either hammered, high, or hungover, though he's far better than he was in the past. He technically goes to college, but what few classes he goes to he usually sleeps his hangover off in.
Unfortunately, he's a bit entitled. Amadeus is used to getting what he wants, and he gets pissy when he's denied it. And with his badass boyfriend, no one wants to deny him anything. Even with his boyfriend, however, he's kind of a flirt. He's used to people just using him for his money, and it's hard for him to understand that not everyone will. One of his bet redeeming features is how nice he is to staff. He knows all of his staff by name, always tips exceptionally well, and is always kind to all staff.
portrayed by━━━━━━━━━━ ━

━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━Adam Pu
[ E ] ven from a young age, Amadeus was treated well. His parents were rich and that meant he got everything he wanted. Of course this meant he was a bratty little child, but no one wanted to argue with someone who's parents were as rich as his. So he got away with a lot as a child, never really realizing just how well he had it. As he grew over he started to realize, but that didn't diminish his attitude. Still, his parents loved him and he adored them as well. As entitled as he was, he was smart enough to know that all he had was due to them, so for his parents, he was a perfect little angel.
But of course, their money made them targets. There were frequent attempts on their life, but they had a good security team. But it wasn't perfect, and eventually someone got through. It was a werewolf, which explained how they got to the family. The werewolf was not pleased at the family's refusal to give him the money he wanted, and he tore into the parents. Of course he wasn't going to kill a kid like Amadeus, but witnessing his parent's deaths like that certainly scarred the boy.
He always tried to be tough after that, both to protect his family and so he wouldn't get attached to anyone else. But eventually he tracked down who had done it, and as a 14 year old, he hired a hitman. It took him a while to convince the hitman, but eventually Amadeus talked him into killing his parent's killer. He focussed on school for a bit, made some friends, got along with his minimal staff, but with his vengeance taken care of, there wasn't much for him to do.
By the time he turned 16 he had realized that most people were only nice to him for the money. There wasn't much he could do about it, of course. He turned to drugs and drinking, falling into the wrong crowd. He was never exactly suicidal, but with no one to care about him life just didn't seem very important. He didn't worry about what would happen, he just focussed on the fun he was having.
He signed up for college when he was old enough, not that it mattered much. He was too busy partying to show up most of the time, and was hungover whenever he did. Eventually, his staff got worried about him. They hired someone to guard him, who happened to be the same hitman who had killed his parents, Tormod. Amadeus was furious when he found out, not wanting any protection.
He started acting out to mess with his bodyguard, doing the stupidest things he could. He mixed vodka and LSD, chugged as much alcohol as he could, got with as many people as he could within a certain amount of time. Through it all, his bodyguard stuck with him.
Eventually, they got into an argument. Amadeus wasn't used to anyone staying with him, and he didn't believe that Tormod was there out of honesty. He pointed out that Tormod could be just staying to steal the money, or become good enough friends to get in his will, or maybe even get married, and then Tormod could just kill him. Tormod was furious, saying he only protected people worth protecting. But Amadeus, used to years of being used, didn't think that he wasn't worth it. But Tormod insisted that he only protected people he thought were worth protecting. Not used to being actually cared for, Amadeus jumped into his arms to kiss him.
The two ended up together, and it's been good for Amadeus. He's trying to get a handle on his drinking and general drug abuse, and having a solid rock like Tormod is helping. He's trying to take medication for his moodswings, actually going to therapy for his parents' death.
family : mother deceased ; father deceased
friends : open
infatuations : dating tormod and -

I cut 'em all loose and work's my excuse━━━━

━━━━━━━━but the truth is I can't open up

message 17: by ӍдѕҞa (new)

ӍдѕҞa (whichsidewillyouchoose) | 113 comments

"Your ignorance is truly pathetic. It frankly makes me sick. Sit down and I will educate you on your violations….. Oh.. I was mistaken. Someone get rid of this corpse for me."

Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Clarence Edwin Clyde
Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ (view spoiler)
Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Magistri
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Edwin, Clair (only used by people close to him-he’d kill anyone else for using it)

Aɢᴇ │667 but looks around 10
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ October 28th, 1350
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ London England
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Scorpio

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Male
Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Asexual
Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ None

Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ One For The Money

Name Millicent Clyde
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased

Name Hadrian Clyde
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased


Relation » Older Brother or Sister |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
|Image|: (view spoiler)

"This appearance of mine I have lived with for over 600 years. It has come with many disadvantages that enraged me numerous times. However, the advantages this body gives me far out way any complaints. Not only will people let their guard down, but who would not ever believe or want to help a crying child?"


Hᴀɪʀ │ Short Brown
Eʏᴇs │ Brown
Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Sickly pale but innocently ‘flawless’
Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Short (average height for a child of his age), still has some baby fat, light – a small thing really
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Max Charles
Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│ mole on the left side of his lower face. He also has burn scars on his lower back and left side of his body. Their rather faint but there are remnants due to insufficient feeding during the time. (Unable to heal properly)

"I won’t ever tell you about myself, not if I do not find any value in doing so. If you are smart, you will discover the basics and that is enough and all you shall know."

╠═ Social ═╣
┠ Species ┨l Vampire
┠ Gang ┨ Syndicate
┠ Rank ┨ Concilio

Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │ Himself primarily.
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│ Club owner (has someone as the ‘face’ boss), undercover drug operation.
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│ Playing chess and strategy games

“Everything I do is with aim to come out successful. I will comfort you, pawn, because your support will help me win this game.”


Mentally Capability

Those who are “in the know” of Clarence’s true age and generally his actual personality than the little innocent kid persona he puts up occasionally, they know how advanced his brain truly is. Despite his youthful and naïve appearance, Clarence is highly resourceful and uses anything in his power to his advantage in any scenario, even potential ones. This is especially when in consideration of the fact he looks like an eight-year-old. This is just one example of his high intelligence that has only been combed by how many years he’d been alive. Learning, experiencing and developing a wisdom past his looks. He is bold and brave in his decisions, taking the risks that he knows will end up successful for him in some way. If it doesn’t he will always manipulative the situation, the people involved and often in cruel ways, merciless even. He is determined and decisive and will research until they find out the truth- a skill that assisted him in expanding his reach worldwide. He is a great leader, always aware of the situation and also features prominently in resourcefulness but will bow to authority if that’s what is required of him.

Powerful, Dramatic and Wise:

Clarence is wise beyond his years, or accurate with how long he’s been alive. He’s known by close acquaintances to be old and wise beyond the average, know all the answers, but also having difficulty finding what they need to develop his own happiness. This makes Clarence cold and closed off to everyone around him and rejects any form of relationship from developing. It views it a hindrance in achieving his ambitions and rather uses all his pawns as figures. It helps that he is naturally distrusting of everyone around him. This distance he has placed between himself and everyone else allows him to accomplish his goals by any means necessary. It makes him a powerful force.

Secretive, Passionate and Intense:

Clarence’s biggest qualities are his secretive, intensely passionate nature. Clair is never one to reveal anything to anyone if he doesn’t need to. The world is his chess board and unless revealing a secret allows him to take his enemies’ pieces then he won’t. He likes keeping things to himself, he won’t outright lie but he will always dance around the topic or completely bypass it if he doesn’t wish it to be broached. If it’s to his gain, he will keep anyone’s secret even though torture. Clair does have an unusual passion for power, the biggest challenge, and tests in life.
He’s passionate about his ambitions, his entire life is dedicated to achieving his goal after all. Due to this, he will not stand unworthy challengers trying to come in his way. He can become quite violent at a startling rate while still being level headed and assertive. He isn’t one to ever lose to his anger, only use it to his advantage to intimidate people or fuel his lackluster physical abilities (which he does makeup with technique).

Faithful and Unforgiving:

Much remains ever a secret. His eyes often blaze with feelings that words never express, and beware on the days or nights they hide their feelings behind dark glasses, there is likely to be a storm of some kind brewing. As he is never one to confide in anyone, he bottles everything he feels or thinks inside his mind. A captive in his own body but those who know him well can see small signs the reveal his intentions. They can deal with him on a psychic intuitive level.
Clarence always wears a mask. Never letting anyone too close or too far. They are after all his pieces. However, he will never forget or forgive, once betrayed (a rarity that he doesn’t discover it first and uses it to get ahead) he will hold a grudge forever and will never let it go. Which is saying a lot since he is already over 600 years old. It shows how stubborn and set in stone his morals and decisions are. It would be a cold day in hell before he changes his mind on something he was certain about.

Attitude and Persona

Clarence is often drawn to using his powers in the wrong ways-criminally speaking. His attitude is aloof, distant and he is someone that you will never feel close with. He is extremely detached as well as powerful. He is a strong leader, wise and intelligent. He can persuade many to do his bidding through various means, even inspiring them with manipulative means. He is calm with a cool behavior that makes him even more mysterious when he isn’t pretending to be something he isn’t.
Despite his manipulative tendencies, Clarence is dedicated to his checkmate which everyone is a chess piece on his game board waiting to be used to achieve his success.
There are a few things Clair cannot stand, the first is dishonesty. He may be deceptive himself but he rarely if ever tells a direct lie. It helps that he is able to see past every lie he is told easily due to his suspicious nature and people reading skills.
Clarence can be quite the jealous person, lacking in friends and close confidants can cause lapses in judgment that he quickly covers up in order to protect himself. While he is still rather brave, taking risks and standing up to people who he appears to have no chance against.

☻ Being Right/Facts/Truths
☻ Pushing Buttons
☻ Success
☻ Chess
☻ Anime (he will never admit it (view spoiler)
☻ Sherlock Homes

☹ Dishonesty
☹ Revealing Secrets
☹ Nosy & Touchy People
☹ Unpredictable People
☹ People In General-especially idiots

✮ Intelligence
✮ Manipulative and Persuasive
✮ Agility and Speed
✮ Adaptability
✮ People Reading

☆ Strength
☆ His Appearance
☆ Werewolf Blood
☆ Attitude
☆ Sunlight (restricts him a bunch)

✗ Illnesses/Diseases
✗ Squirrels {bad experience}

message 18: by ӍдѕҞa (new)

ӍдѕҞa (whichsidewillyouchoose) | 113 comments

"I have lived a long, troubled life. I will not back down to anyone nor will I claim defeat. I have gotten this far on my own and I will make you all kneel before me in due time."


¶ In the Beginning Ɣ
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Let's go

Clarence was born into a very poor serf family living under a tyrannical lord who worked his serfs to the bone with little compensation. Not that it was a shocking thing in this era. It was the norm after all. They at least got a home and some food in return for their labour.
During this time, the black death was plaguing Europe and soon swept through Clarence’s home village, killing many serfs without a warning.
Clarence was three when his parents finally contracted it and died from the horrible disease leaving him and his older sibling alone to take on their duties. They suffered through tough, laborious work that only increased as more people died. They were forcefully overworked by the Lord of the property and due to the lack of crop extraction and chaos that was occurring, Clarence and his sibling were practically starved as well.
His sibling protected him, going out of their way to make sure he ate and didn’t strain too, too hard. They made sure he could be as healthy as he could be in their circumstance, even if it was at the cost of their own meal and health. It was a rough life that began so young for Clarence. Despite his sibling’s best efforts, Clarence fell sick often from overexertion, malnutrition and other means that negatively affected his health. The only reason the small, sickly orphan survived was due to his sibling’s dedication and ‘witchcraft’. His sibling simply used herbal remedies that they’d learned from their parents and another serf who worked for the Lord until they vanished.
The only fortunate thing around this time was the decline of the plague scavenging around their area, the outskirts of London. However, a different sickness seemed to lay claim over the area in its place. People would disappear randomly only to return but much different. Rumors that they’d attack people, suck their blood and only come out at night, disappearing during the day. Each passing night, more people were infected while others simply died from the ill serf’s attacks.
After only a few nights of this, their Lord abandoned his land in a panic. He had no regrets about leaving his serfs to suffer or be slaughtered in favour of saving himself. Clarence was kept inside their hut by his sibling’s orders. They couldn’t last for long without proper food or water but they didn’t have enough time to worry about that before they were attacked as well.
One night, a sickened serf broke into their home and attacked them. Clarence’s sibling protected him, getting injured in the process but managed to fight him off. However, when Clarence woke up late the next afternoon, his sibling was nowhere to be found. Clarence was forced to go out and look for food and water by himself and his siblings didn’t return until a few nights later. They returned but they were different, both in appearance and personality. It was as if they weren’t even human anymore. Clarence could only dread the outcome, hoping they had not been plagued by the sickness that would kill them.
This all occurred when he was ten and after he’d returned, a few days later his sibling went nuts with no explanation at all. Clarence had assumed it was due to the black plague, having been completely ignorant to it by his sibling’s influence.
A conflict occurred between Clarence and his siblings, resulting in Clarence desperately trying to escape their attack but only ended up becoming bitten by his sibling. An exchange of blood occurred when Clarence bit them in an attempt to escape his sibling’s hold. It didn’t work and Clarence prepared to be killed by the sibling he’d adored and loved believing it was the sickness that warped their mind. However, they were suddenly torn off Clarence and thrown into a sharp object, killing them instantly. Clarence looked to see the thing who’d done it, a person who looked similar to the ailing people. The vampire who had saved Clarence noticed that the change was already occurring from the blood loss caused by the bite would and ingestion of tainted blood. So, the vampire completed the process without Clarence’s permission due to the fact he passed out seconds later.
The vampire couldn’t leave the young boy there to die so he completed the turning and brought him back to his home after ridding the entire area of evidence. Hence, burning it to the ground, fields, castle and all.

¶ Turned Ɣ
Hate me, you can't escape me and you ain't ever gonna change me

Clarence found himself awakening much later despite the initial belief that he’d perished along with his sibling. The first thing he’d realized when he awoke was the fact he didn’t feel like himself in the slightest. Sure, he was in an unknown but comfortable bed while dealing with the mental trauma of being attacked by his sibling and then them dying right in front of them. What was more jarring was the fact he felt a thirst sensation he didn’t understand, his eyes seemed to see in details he’d been oblivious to previously while being blasted by his other senses by overwhelming quantities. It wasn’t normal. Sure he was always hungry but this was different.
A few moments after waking up, the vampire who saved him from his sibling entered the room. Clarence immediately demanded an explanation which he received. However, it wasn’t what he expected nor did he understand it. He didn’t believe the vampire and ended up completely freaking out. Eventually, Clair calmed down but it took much longer for him to believe the vampire and he didn’t until he found himself desperately drinking a person dry.

The vampire eventually adopted Clarence as their own child to live in their castle without questions from the village nearby. They stayed cooped up in the vampire’s fire lit castle where they taught Clarence how to control his urges (so he didn’t end up slaughter the entire village) by forcing him to learn to drink only what he needed from the servants in the household. Once Clarence could function normally as a human being, despite not being human anymore. With the ability to think rationally, the vampire began to educate the serf, a task that took a bit but surprisingly Clarence had a good head on him and learned quite fast. It helped with developing his language skills since his speech was lacking while he was also completely illiterate. When he’d understood reading, he was then taught math, science, history and everything else that developed during the decades they lived there. It was peaceful living that Clarence adored. He nearly forgot about the life he had suffered through in favour of studying and reading, hobbies he adored despite what little of it was offered at the time.

Many years later, their peace was interrupted. Much had occurred during these years, he’d advanced through every subject, learning much knowledge and was eager to develop other skills. He also began to see the vampire as a parental figure since he’d only ever had his sibling as one but that wasn’t close to enough. However, there came a time where the villages realized the oddity of their castle and the people living in there. They burned their castle to the ground under rumors of serial killings and vampirism/ witchcraft that drove the humans into a terrified riot. They only fortunate thing about this incident was the fact it occurred at night, allowing Clarence and the other vampire to escape safely from the fire but were inevitably separated during the escape and were unable to regroup.

¶ Alone Ɣ

I can't stand it, I've fucking had it, I'm about to blow

Clarence ended up wandering on his own for a long time rather aimlessly. Hiding in the shadows and struggling to survive on his own for the first time in his life. All his knowledge was rather useless in the real world without any experience in the slightest. However, nearly dying from thirst, he decided he needed to knuckle down and decided to use all the knowledge he’d gathered to deduce a plan of action.
He needed to settle somewhere first of all and decided on London due to its vast resource of people to prey on and available jobs. To house himself, it required for him to get a job so he could create an income for himself. It would be necessary for him to adapt to a society he knew nothing about while being wary of the sun and keeping his supernatural identity a secret for his own safety.
He arrived in London after returning from his wanderings and found that it was more difficult than he first assumed. Getting a job when he had the appearance of a young boy with a lack of knowledge of how the world works didn’t work in his favour. He struggled to interact with people and adapt to their altered language. It was constant trial and error until he could not find any job willing to hire him with the specific hours he desired. It was what they said or nothing else. In the end, he ending up living in the shadows of London for a very long time. He was vulnerable with no one as his ally. He was tricked, taken advantage of and nearly killed too many times to count.
Eventually, he was even raped. Being in his child form he lacked the physical strength to fight back. It didn’t help he hadn’t been able to drink from a victim recently. After the man has done the deed, he passed out a few meters away from Clarence in the alleyway. Once Clarence had regained enough strength, he dragged himself over and sucked the man dry without any mercy.
Due to this incident, he developed an intense hatred for people, humans especially and his mind warped and twisted. One could say, this event triggered who Clarence is today.
Clarence needed money, he knew this and he needed to adapt to this new society. However, due to his appearance and lacking situation, he couldn’t do much about his circumstance. After some research, he was made well aware of the fact he couldn’t get anywhere by working dead end jobs that he could only get due to his appearance hindering him. He couldn’t even marry into a rich family to raise in status in that way. He couldn’t raise his position in any proper way, not while needing to socialize with his undermining appearance. It was impossible. Thus, he had to come up with a plan that goes against that.
All his original plans were thwarted so easily not long later, unable to develop due to the London fire that occurred. It burned London, destroying much of the city and he just narrowly escaped being burned to a crisp but still has burn scars from the incident.

message 19: by ӍдѕҞa (new)

ӍдѕҞa (whichsidewillyouchoose) | 113 comments

¶ The Underground Ɣ
Cause it's one, it's one, one for the money
Two, it's two, cause two is for the show
Three, it's three, three get ready,
Are you ready motherfuckers? Are you ready? Let's go!

However, he refused to give up. He hadn’t achieved anything, he couldn’t even stand on his own two feet yet. He hasn’t had his revenge on the people who continue to destroy his life. So, as London rose back from the disaster, Clarence began his plan and developed strong ties in the underground life that were quickly taking thrive. The more he got involved the more he was involved (if not the direct cause) of murder and drugs. He continued doing jobs, developing ties with significant people, making people indebted to him. It continued until he rose in power and status in the underground world. In just a couple of years, Clarence became the man who was in charge of the entire underground world, dealing and organizing it all with a few close confidants who acted as bosses. It was simply for their face, no one would legitimately listen to a ten-year-old otherwise. It was also because there were conflicting organizations he was in charge of and he couldn’t be in charge of them both without there being a lot of questions asked. That is until a few got assassinated and he had to arrange new faces to replace them. It was a complicated process that he had to deal with.

He remained in charge for many, many years, his confidants changing whenever they died or when they began asking too many questions. He soon became in charge of the opium drug houses in the 1860s-80s but not too long into the 90s the cops were onto to him or more of the enigma Magistri he was known as. SO, he couldn’t do anything more in London without being caught and eventually found out for being a vampire. Thus, he left England, leaving his most loyal and well-trained confidants in charge. He moved to Canada by sneaking onto a boat using the funds he’d collected from his underground work. It was troubling but he had been training his body all this time to keep up with his vampire counterparts if the situation ever arose. It meant humans could never overpower him again.
Arriving in Canada, he began integrated himself into the society quickly. He didn’t want to waste time like he had in England and suffer anymore. Once he adapted to the new environment, gathering intel and knowledge about those in power. He lived off his funds for quite a while, sending messages to London to ensure everything there was going according to plan. Instead of becoming involved in an underground society like he had before, he decided to get involved with advancing society. He was a main front source of intel, money, and planning for various organizations and people. Ties in the railway, the invention of the light bulb and even the telephone. He stayed on the down low, keeping his existence anonymous. He didn’t make a dent in society here but everything he did was to assist him in his developing goals for later years since he had no plans on being killed. Transportation and easy communication would help leaps and bounds.

¶ Gangsters Ɣ
Let me see you start a war, start a riot. When there's nothing left to burn, hear the silence

Not soon after the railway had completely and Clarence reaped what he could from it at that point, he decided to move down south to the US. Clarence moved to the states and not long after moving there he got involved in the casino/club life that was developing there at this time. Specifically, he began his own company while smuggling and selling drugs and alcohol in the underground workings. It took a bit to get off the ground but eventually, his company skyrocketed. He continued to spread his influence until he has casinos and clubs were scattered and his drug and alcohol smuggling were the most prominent and influential in the state.
It wasn’t until the 1920s when his organization became classified as gangsters, expanding to a large territory which they defended and dealt their drugs and alcohol. Clarence was the mastermind behind it all, building places, designing the market and combing through to ensure the safety of his organization. It required a scary face to lead the people in his place since no one would believe a child would be capable of all this. By putting a head to listen to his demands made things flow much better especially since it gave him time to personally check on everything to ensure his orders were being carried out. It also meant he could infiltrate his own organization if any rumors of spies or traitors were heard. It was to his best advantage and he snuffed out many problems personally before they became an issue. However, his heads began questioning the fact he was a child that didn’t seem to age in the slightest. It caused problematic situations thus he eventually arranged it so the ‘faces’ of his operations couldn’t meet him face-to-face as the years passed. It made less of a hassle and meant less unnecessary explanations. “Faces” after all knew what would happen if they went against the boss, that bit wasn’t a secret to anyone of higher status who knew of the Magistri.

However, some time passed and a new gang developed in the city of New York and began to try and run Clarence’s gang off the map. Clarence evaluated his chances as well as the benefits of knocking them completely down and concluded he didn’t care. So, instead, he made an alliance with the gang, had his old one merge with the new one and pretended that Clarence’s was defeated. Clarence left, making sure to place many spies and those loyal only to him in their company so he could still have a significant influence on them. Just in case they survived and if he ever needed them later.

Clarence began traveling, he found he desired everything to be under his control, in some way or another. He never wanted to feel taken advantage of or in any position to lose ever again. However, his ambitions couldn’t be accomplished by staying in one place as a drug lord, too busy managing a gang, a line of casinos and clubs and the drug ring. That could only get him so far.
He ended up traveling overseas. He returned briefly to England to check on what he’d left there and reestablished his rule and expanded the organization since it has lessened when the opium houses decreased exponentially. Once he secured it there, he went to various major cities all over Europe, Asia, Africa, even Australia before heading over to Canada and then to every state in America.
Clarence left a trail of carnage in his wake, all which he soon covered up. It had to be done, for his thirst but to mainly establish his businesses and control in each influential city. Clarence ended up learning various languages, many fluently and stretched his companies into every significant city in each country, at the very least. His chess board was filled with his pieces and he was that much closer in grabbing his checkmate.

During Clarence’s travels, he encountered someone he’d never thought he’d see again. To be frank, Clarence had assumed he died. It was the vampire who turned him. They caught up with each other, surprised at how much they’d been seen, experienced and more specifically- changed. Upon hearing about Clarence’s line of clubs and oddly enough, the wake of gangs/groups that resulted in his wake, the vampire requested something very important of Clarence.
The vampire brought him to Royal in the USA where Clarence met a collection of other vampires. The vampire who turned him along the others had the plans to develop their own city, a city where they wouldn’t need to hide themselves from the humans, a society where they could be free to be who they are while maintaining a steady income. With Clarence’s guidance and instructions but was not the face leader (as usual), it took some time but they organized a well-developed and ‘foolproof’ vampire gang which they dubbed the Syndicate (after much debate).
Once it was under way, Clarence established his own club into the city to keep this city as a piece on his board but left just after a few years upon arriving. He left the rest to take care of the gang in his wake while he continued his travel to dip his finger over the entire globe.

¶ Currently Ɣ
Everybody in the world are you with me? It's too late to try to run, we run the city It's my time, it's show time, Held me down, now it's don't give a fuck

After traveling around for so long, keeping in contact with all his company buildings. To ensure his safety he arranged that many of his companies in other countries went by different names though all related to each other by referencing chess. It also assisted in deflecting suspicion with all the drugs dealing he arranged on the underground of all of the clubs and other buildings. It kept the idiotic FBI and other similar organizations off his tail. Despite the different names, they still all followed his commands. Each higher up knew they follow the instructions of the boss whose names of Magistri stayed the same despite different companies (fortunately they didn’t have any communication unless he instructed it). Despite accomplishing that goal but knew he’d need many more steps to reach that checkmate. He had to lay down low for a bit, allow his companies to rise in influence and power, extend the branches which would take time.

Thus, when he got a call from his old friend (the vampire who turned him) he recalled Royal and decided to return only to find that many other species’ gangs had developed in his absence. He was eager to get involved and test branching out with his club and drugs operations with this city first. He had high hopes and aims to crush (or simply force them to merge) with the syndicate so they can have control of the entire city.
Upon his return, he was able to rise in the ranks of the gang, or in his case, he was technically demoted to Concilio. He did well in his role, efficient in all aspects despite his appearance. Because this is an all vampire gang, he doesn’t need to worry about issues like that (for the most part there are some idiot newbies that don’t realize he’d three times their age)(though he always finds it sickeningly amusing when they find out). It’s a relaxing change to remain here and a nice break since he can communicate with his other branches much easier nowadays and has the free time to do so being a Concilio.
He had a lot to get done thus, he best get started.

message 20: by Kikki (new)

Kikki (kikki-not-kiki) | 1220 comments (view spoiler)
Headlessage unknown — male — asexual — Dullahan

|—— Agued once like me were they ——|
Headless is an interesting dullahan whose personality is much like the sea he can no longer interact with. On the more common good days, he is calm, approachable and peaceable, willing to engage in conversation with just about anyone. He'll even come across as caring now and again. But then there are the bad days, and his temperament is much different. It is a dangerous thing to be around him when he is in one of his moods, as he is very strong despite being nothing but bones now. He can come across as prideful but that is mistaken for his being certain of himself and his limitations. He can definitely be stubborn about things he feels strongly for and will hold his ground. He's the type of guy whose particular sense of humor can make it hard to tell if he's joking or not, and add onto that he has no face but instead a motorcycle helmet with a dark visor, it's even harder to tell than with others who have facial expressions to read.

[ 𝔊𝔞𝔫𝔤 ] None
[ 𝓡𝔞𝔫𝑘 ] None
[ 𝔉𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝓒𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪 ]Tom Mison I guess? except he looks nothing like him since he's a skeleton lol
The Headless Horseman, or Headless as he is equally commonly referred by, has been around for a long time, but rarely has he ever interfered with or otherwise interacted with others. When he does, it is very briefly, thus where rumors of the headless horseman have started throughout time. He's been seen in all around Europe and America, though where he originates from is unknown even to himself. He has been around for so long, that even his own name is a long distant memory he no longer recollects. He is one of the rare neutral parties who neither interferes nor influences any of the gangs and thus has no sides, though not for want of trying from said gangs who see him as a very useful ally. His personality varies with his mood, and he can be equally charming and humorous as he is deadly and violent. Since pumpkins are hard to come by living like he does, he has taken a motorcycle helmet and started to wear that instead.

[ 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝑦 ]
· unknown — Mother
· unknown — Father
[ 𝔓𝔢𝔱𝔰 ]
· name — relation
|——— But I like them shall win my way ———|

message 21: by kaya (new)

kaya (ananats) | 77 comments

the nameless one ─────
sorcerer ; 30 • m • asexual demiromantic
❝ what about the aliens? ❞

over the years, he's come to regret his decision. moments of overwhelming anxiety, flashes of a dark past and a darker future. knowledge he cannot share, lest it change the course of time. to see the entire space-time continuum is something none have ever managed before, but careful deals with strange forces are not to be taken lightly.

softly-spoken and reluctant, he wields his staff [read: random unaltered stick] only when he must. potions and spells are his fortes, but ones he makes little use of. many would find this wasteful, but his wise words often solve problems faster — "google it."

it's not that he's lazy — far from it. it's more that all magic has consequences, and after seeing some of them — experiencing some of them — he's much less inclined to risk it.

magic is not to be taken lightly.

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he doesn't know who his parents were. he was adopted when he was three, by a pair of witches who recognised immediately that the child in front of them was far from human. his life was relatively peaceful, until he graduated from high school. the graduation ceremony was attacked by a gang, and he lost both his mothers. alone and poor, he was forced to give up on his plan of going to university.

then he made the deal. he'd been careful not to do in anything that might be considered dark magic, instead staying in the realms of ambiguity. he sacrificed his name, for what did it mean if there was nobody out there who cared for him? a lot, he now realises. and he gained great knowledge — but the loss of his name was not enough. pain, worry and doubt: these are the price he still pays. and he regrets his decision, but there is no going back.

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portrayed by riz ahmed

message 22: by cнy (last edited Jul 23, 2017 06:48PM) (new)

cнy (ayeitsmefool) description/
description/●L A Y T O N / O L I V E R / B Y R D●
description/Eyes// Bluedescription/Age// 24
description/Hair// Browndescription/Gender// Male
description/Height// 6'0"description/Sexuality// Heterosexual
description/Weight// 198 lbsdescriptionOccupation// Homicide Detective
description/Build// Musculardescription/Species// Human

Wʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ Lᴀʏᴛᴏɴ﹐ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴀɪᴅ. Wᴇʟʟ...ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ﹐ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ. Mᴏsᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ·s ϙᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ·s ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴜᴘ. Hᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ·ᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ﹐ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɢᴏ. Aɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ﹐ ʜᴇ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏɴ·ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴍᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴋ. Tʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ·ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴀ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ. Oʀ﹐ ɪғ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs﹐ ɪᴛ·s ᴅʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄ. Hᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ·ᴛ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ·ᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ. Iᴛ·s ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʏ﹐ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ɪᴛ ᴇᴀsɪᴇʀ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ᴅɪᴇ. Hᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀɢᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ.
Hɪs ᴊᴏʙ ɪs ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇғᴏʀᴇ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛ. Wʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɪsɴ·ᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ﹐ ʜᴇ·s sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴇ ʜᴇ·s ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ. Lᴀʏᴛᴏɴ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴘɪᴛᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴀʜᴏʟɪᴄ. Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ﹐ ʀɪɢʜᴛ﹖ Nᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴀs ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴏᴜᴛ ғᴀɪʀʟʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs sᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴀsᴇs ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ʜɪs ᴀɢᴇ. Iᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Lᴀʏᴛᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ·ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪs ᴊᴏʙ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ·ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ.
Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ sʟɪᴘs ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs﹐ ᴡʜᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ﹐ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ɢʟɪᴍᴘsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴏʏ sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ. Gᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴀsᴛ ʜɪs ᴡᴀʟʟs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ Lᴀʏᴛᴏɴ ɪs ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ.

Wʜᴇɴ Lᴀʏᴛᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ﹐ ʟɪғᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏᴏᴅ. Hᴇ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ ʙᴏʏ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ﹐ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ sᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴀs ғʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴜᴘsɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. Eᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ·ᴛ sᴏᴏɴ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ﹐ ᴄᴀʀᴇғʀᴇᴇ ʙᴏʏ ʜᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ.

Oɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ﹐ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ·s ʜᴏᴜsᴇ. Hᴇ ʜᴀᴅ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. Hɪs ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ·s ᴍᴏᴍ ᴡᴀs ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴏғғ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. Tʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴡᴀs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀᴊᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴍᴀsʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ. Hɪs ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ·s ᴍᴏᴍ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ. Lᴀʏᴛᴏɴ﹐ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜs ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʙᴏʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs﹐ ᴅɪᴅɴ·ᴛ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ. Hᴇ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ. Wʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ·ᴛ ϙᴜɪᴛᴇ ʀᴇɢɪsᴛᴇʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. Hɪs ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ·s ᴍᴏᴍ ᴡᴀs sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀᴡᴀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪɴɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴏᴍ﹐ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ. Aᴛ ʜᴇʀ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴡᴀs Lᴀʏᴛᴏɴ·s ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ﹐ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ɢᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʏᴇs sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ʙʟᴀɴᴋʟʏ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɪʟɪɴɢ ᴀs ʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟɪsʜ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ. A ғᴇᴡ ғᴇᴇᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ﹐ ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ sʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴡᴀs ғʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ғʀᴇᴇʟʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀsʜ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ɴᴇᴄᴋ. Iɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ﹐ ᴄᴀsᴛ ᴀsɪᴅᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ʀᴀɢ ᴅᴏʟʟ. A sᴍᴀʟʟ ɢᴀsᴘ ʟᴇғᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Lᴀʏᴛᴏɴ·s ʙᴏᴅʏ﹐ ᴀʟᴇʀᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪs ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ·s ᴍᴏᴍ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ. Sʜᴇ ϙᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴜsʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ﹐ sᴏᴏɴ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴘs ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ﹐ ᴀs ᴅɪᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏs.

Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ﹐ Lᴀʏᴛᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴀᴍᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴅɪᴇᴅ. Tʜᴇʏ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ Lᴀʏᴛᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. Hᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ﹐ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴɪsʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏʙ. Eᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ﹐ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ Lᴀʏᴛᴏɴ·s ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏɴ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʙᴏʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ. Hᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs sʜᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴀs ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ. Tʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ.

Lᴀʏᴛᴏɴ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏʙsᴇssᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴏᴍɪᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. Aɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡs ᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴘᴀssɪɴɢ﹐ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇsᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ﹐ sᴇᴇ ɪғ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ. Wʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏʟᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ﹐ ʜᴇ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ sᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ﹐ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢɪᴠᴇɴ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀsᴋs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ·ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴇss ᴜᴘ. Bᴜᴛ ᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ﹐ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʀᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

Tʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ﹐ ʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ. Hᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ʜɪs ʙᴇsᴛ﹐ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴄʟᴀss. Iᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ. Fʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ﹐ ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ʜᴏᴍɪᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ﹐ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇᴅ. Hɪs ᴊᴏʙ ɪs ʜɪs ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. Hᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ. Tʜᴀᴛ·s ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ.

description/ ~Single
description/ ~Flannery Lask
description/ ~Mother-Amelia Byrd-dead
description/ ~Father-Dylan Byrd-dead
description/ ~Younger Brother-Peter Byrd-dead
description/ ~TBD
description/ ~TBD

description/ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵃʸ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᴷʸˡᵉ ᴱˡˡᶤˢᵒᶰ

message 23: by cнy (new)

cнy (ayeitsmefool) description/
description/●D A V I O N / D I M I T R I / B L A C K ●
description/Eyes// Greydescription/Age// 24
description/Hair// Browndescription/Gender// Male
description/Height// 6'2"description/Sexuality// Heterosexual
description/Weight// 205 lbsdescription/Occupation// Bartender
description/Build// Musculardescription/Species// Shapeshifter

All Davion's life he's been quiet, reserved. He doesn't like people, unable to trust them. The only person he can is his sister. They've been through everything together and there isn't anyone else he would rather have by his side.
He's great at hiding, which comes with being a shifter, of course. With the ability to change faces, it's easy to get away from any threat. Well, most threats. Werewolves are one of the exceptions. But his evasion skills have become something that he relies on a lot more lately. Being a former member of a gang means nowhere is safe for him anymore.
Davion doesn't care for anyone aside from his sister. Part of that has to do with his lack of ability to trust. But besides that, there isn't anyone worth his time. He's happy to live alone or with his sister. It's better to be alone than to let someone get close only to stab him in the back later.
He's smart. Maybe not when it comes to books, though he's not bad at that either. But when it comes to real life and knowing what needs to be done, he's always on top of it. It's easy for him to see all the outcomes and chose the best one for himself. Because after all this time, that's what he's had to do, only do what is best for him and his sister. He's gotten to be very good at it.

Life wasn't all that easy for Davion. His mom thought of him as a monster, despite being just like his dad. His dad didn't exactly let his wife know he was a shifter. Eventually, Davion's mom accepted him for what he was but it wasn't easy. From a young age, Davion was more of a loner, not fitting in well. And maybe that was more due to how his mom reacted to him than anyone else.

Then Cecelia was born and things started to get a little better. Even though she was young, he liked having her around. She was just a baby but she couldn't judge him or think anything was wrong with him.

It wasn't long after that their parents were killed by a shifter who betrayed their dad. They were on their own and with Cecelia being the only person he even cared about, Davion immediately became protective of her. But he was only four, there wasn't a lot that he could do. They were put into the foster system but kept together. Eventually, someone took an interest in them and they were adopted.

In the years following, Davion and his sister were trained to be assassins, just like their adoptive dad. And they were both really good at it, each taking to it easily. They started out young and that worked to their advantage. Davion started using aliases, like the last name of Black, never telling anyone his full real name. While he was good with any sort of weapon, he was exceptional with daggers. They were his favorite and always easier to conceal over a gun. But the two of them didn't just know how to kill people with this weapon or that. They could get past security or infiltrate and blend in to gather info. It wasn't just because they could change faces that they were masters at it. All of it just came easily to them. And maybe that was because it was something that helped him keep himself and Cecelia alive.

When he was about sixteen, their adoptive father died, killing himself rather than giving up any information. Despite all their training, Davion didn't think they would make it on their own. They didn't have jobs or any way to support themselves. So they joined the Wildings. It quickly turned out to be something he regretted but he kept his mouth shut and did whatever he was asked. Through the gang, they were able to make names for themselves and keep each other alive.

Together, and sometimes separately, they completed job after job, only getting better. Still, Davion didn't like the gang. It wasn't a good fit for him and there were too many people around that he didn't trust. It didn't matter that they were some of the best of the gang, the gang would still turn on him and Cecelia if they wanted to. It meant that the sooner he and she got away, the better. It just wasn't the right time and that was the only reason he never said much about it. But besides the trust issues, he just didn't feel right about the way the gang worked. He liked to follow rules, even preferred to have them, but when it came to being ordered around like a mindless drone, well, that was something else that he couldn't handle.

Soon, the siblings were taking on new and harder jobs. The rate at which they were being captured and tortured rose and it was just another reason he added to his list. How was he supposed to keep them safe if they were constantly in danger? Things weren't working the way that he wanted and soon, he had a hard time keeping it to himself. He began trying to convince Cecelia that they didn't need the gangs, that they would be better off alone. Eventually, they began having small fights over this but nothing that really happened. Their fights began getting worse. He understood why Cecelia wouldn't want to leave but he felt that it just wasn't the best idea for their well-being.

Distance grew between them. Finally, Davion did what he felt was necessary and left the gang on his own. He knew it meant he would have to watch his back constantly but he didn't care. It was better than being in that gang and watching his sister tortured for information. He did everything he could to blend in, rarely using his own face while out. He took a job as a bartender, doing his best to do well there and keep to himself.

Despite liking to be alone, the apartment started feeling too big for him, being used to having his sister around. One day, on his way home, he found a stray puppy. Davion couldn't just leave him there. Next thing he knew, he had himself a roommate. It was always hard to make connections with anyone but his sister. Yet, here was this little pup that he couldn't help loving. The apartment didn't seem so lonely anymore and life was easier. But Cecelia was always on his mind, a constant confliction and the only reason trouble might find him again.

description/ ~TBD
description/ ~Mom and Dad-Unknown-dead
description/ ~Adoptive Dad-Durrem Lias-dead
description/ ~Sister-Cecelia-alive
description/ ~Puppy-Alex-alive
description/ ~TBD
description/ ~TBD
description/ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵃʸ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᴺᶤᶜᵒ ᵀᵒʳᵗᵒʳᵉˡˡᵃ

message 24: by cнy (new)

cнy (ayeitsmefool) description/『ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙɪᴛᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ』
description/『ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴡᴇʟʟ』
description/»Hair// Brunettedescription/»Age// 23
description/»Eyes// Browndescription/»Gender// Male
description/»Height// 5'11"description/»Sexuality// Heterosexual
description/»Weight// 189lbsdescription/»Gang// Hell Hounds
description/»Build// Musculardescription/»Rank// Hitman
description/『ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ﹐ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟ』
description/description/description/Aʀᴛʜᴜʀ Jᴀᴄᴏʙ Bʀᴏɴsᴏɴdescription/description/
description/『ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ』
description/『ғᴀɪᴛʜғᴜʟ﹐ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ʀɪsɪɴɢ』
There are two sides to Art, each as different as day and night and are dictated by such. During the day, he's quiet, mostly keeps to himself. While the sun is up, he's an introvert through and through. Art would rather stay inside and sleep the day away, not talk to anyone, than to go out and have shallow conversations with people he barely knows. But during the night, that's a completely different story.
The moment the sun goes down, it's as if Art has suddenly become someone different. It's like he's really come alive. Art can be quite the social butterfly and prefers to be around people, no matter what they're doing. Those mindless conversations he seems to hate during the day no longer seem so bad. Nothing holds him back at night, not unless the moon is calling. Art becomes a free-spirited young man, happy and confident. Nothing ever seems to dampen his mood at night, not unless the sun begins to rise. But nothing gets him more excited than the prospect of another job needing to be done.
However, there are some things about Art that won't change just because the sun is up or down. He enjoys what he does, that won't ever change. His kills usually involve a dramatic flare, being messy, big and bold. They're always more than obvious that it wasn't just some random kill. It's rare when Art subtly kills his targets but it's not unheard of for him. That's just not his style. When it comes to something that he wants, it's as if that's the only thing he can see. He gets a sort of tunnel vision and will do whatever it takes to get that someone or something, no matter the risk. When it comes to friends and family, there isn't a single thing he wouldn't do for them. He has a big heart and that can sometimes get him into trouble.
description/『ᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ﹐ sʜᴀᴘᴇ﹣sʜɪғᴛ ᴅᴇʀᴀɴɢᴇ』
description/『ᴀᴍ I sᴀᴠᴀɢᴇ﹖ sᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ』
Growing up, the Hell Hounds were pretty much all that Art knew. Both of his parents were in the gang and well-known members. Other members were constantly coming over and, honestly, Art loved the attention that he got. But then one day, his parents never made it home. Art had thought that something had come up with the Hell Hounds and his parents would be back later, maybe the next day even. One member that was almost like family came and broke the news to him. Both of his parents had gotten caught up with another gang. A fight broke out and they didn't make it. Art was devastated.
Soon after, Art moved in with his aunt in a town two hours away. She hoped that the distance would help him heal faster but also keep him away from the gangs. She didn't want the same fate to come of Art that did of her sister and brother-in-law. But a two-hour drive wasn't enough to keep Art away. Whenever he had the chance, Art took that drive and met up with the gang again. But it wasn't until he graduated and moved back to town that he officially became a member. However, Art was on a mission and just being a part of the Hell Hounds wasn't enough for him. He needed to rise up, and that was exactly what he did. For long hours, he trained, getting better and better until he was ready to become a hitman for the Hell Hounds. It didn't mean that Art could find his parents' killers but it meant that he could avenge them. After all his training, he wasn't someone to be messed with. Whether it be a gun or a knife, his own claws or jaws, Art can be deadly. There isn't a weapon of choice or something that he favors over another. All that matters is that he gets the job done and he gets it done well.
description/『ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ɪs ғᴀɴɢ﹐ ᴛᴡɪsᴛɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴋɪɴ』
description/『sɴᴀᴘ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ』
description/『ᴀᴍ I sᴀᴠᴀɢᴇ﹖ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ』
description/ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ
description/~Father-Tony Ross Bronson-dead
description/~Mother-Danielle Shelly Bronson-dead
description/~Aunt-Lydia Malia Deckerson-alive
description/ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ
description/~Luka Volkov
description/ Fᴏᴇ
description/~Luka Elmsworth
description/ Iɴғᴀᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
description/『sᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ sᴋɪɴ sᴏ ғᴀʀ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇғ』
description/『ᴀᴍ I sᴀᴠᴀɢᴇ﹖ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ』
description/ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵃʸ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᶜʰʳᶤˢ ᵂᵒᵒᵈ
description/ˢᵒᶰᵍ ᶜʳᵉᵈᶤᵗ: ᴬᵐ ᴵ ˢᵃᵛᵃᵍᵉˀ ᵇʸ ᴹᵉᵗᵃˡˡᶤᶜᵃ

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