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Location: Everwinter Lanes Bowling Alley Time: 9 pm Open starter @lovebitestarter​

Millie was harboring a growing headache at the back of her head. The volume in the bowling alley wasn’t something she was used to yet even after a year of working here. She’d pull through it. The boss man was spraying shoes returned to the counter liberally. Millie was surprised that no one slipped out of them. A little disappointed too. Tonight was pretty boring, she flipped through her magazine and barely looked up from it when customers came up. “It’s twenty dollars a game without and forty with shoe rental. Food and drinks are extra and must be kept off the lanes.” Camila spoke, her voice monotoned. 

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⠀⠀⠀࿐ྃ ▸ ; ⠀ [ sofia carson. vampire/rogue/newborn. 26/28. Lesbian. cis woman. ]  was that just CAMILA MORENO, I saw coming out of THE BOWLING ALLEY? the PART TIMER/STUDENT is best to be described as + OPTIMISTIC, but she could also be - LOST and can easily be noticed by FEELING HOMESICK WHILE BEING HOME, A TOTAL NIGHT OWL, COATS EVEN IN THE SUMMER, as well as A DEVIL WING ON HER LEFT SHOULDER BLADE. @lovebitestarter

▹basics

full name: Camila Moreno

nickname(s): Millie, Mila

birth date: July 14, 1995

zodiac: Cancer

age: physically 26, actually 28

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

sexual orientation: Lesbian

relationship status: marked, it’s really complicated

▹background

Camila grew up in privilege. Her father is a politician who is a Governor in New York while her mother is a politician’s wife, a socialite. As long as she was the dutiful straight laced daughter Camila had everything she could ever want.

Her father was known for and gained political support for his anti stance on supernaturals. So she was around many people who hated the supernatural and felt like they should go back into hiding. 

She grew to love dance and fashion, she would use dance as her escape to just be with herself.

Moved to Everwinter 4 years ago to attend college before she moved on to dance school. Her parents were against the idea since Everwinter was famously, or infamously in their case known as a hot bed of supernatural. Camila was stubborn and promised them she wouldn’t come home with a vampire girlfriend to ease their worries.

The night she was turned is a massive blur. She only remembers being in pain and seeing blood, the next thing she remembers is waking up in the hospital bound to the bed and no longer human.

For the first few months Camila had a rough time adjusting to her new life. Spending her day time indoors and her nights trying to not lunge at the nearest vessel of warm blood. 

She tries to keep being a vampire a secret especially to her parents, who think she’s still the same girl she was when she left. As such she hasn’t sought out a witch to get her daylight jewelry. So she’s stuck in the apartment during the day doing online school courses and at night she goes to work, does her shopping, goes to the blood bank, etc.

▹mannerisms

accent: Has a noticeable New York accent.

quirks: Cleans when she’s stressed and when she was blackout drunk she’d make chili.

habits: Used to get her coffee made the same way, by the same person, at the same café every day

nervous ticks: lightly bangs her head against a wall or bangs out a beat with her knuckles.

sense of humor: Light and fun, very punny and often just does ‘knock knock’ jokes

▹personality

positive traits: Optimistic, Helpful, Gullible (Gives others the benefit of the doubt), Mediator

negative traits: Lost, Emotional, Inflexible, Distant

hobbies: Dancing, going for night walks, looking through fashion magazines

fears: Herself

▹relationships

Friends that she’s cut ties with due to her becoming a vampire or those who are trying to be her friend.

Wannabe Mentor or Mentors that want to take her under their wing for good or ill but Camila constantly says no.

Her sire, the one who turned her yet she doesn’t know who they are at all since they turned her and left her to wake up alone. Could’ve turned her by accident or on purpose.

▹species

Camila barely remembers the night she was turned. Only that it had been painful and bloody. She woke up from the grave alone at the hospital.

It has been an adjustment. She still doesn’t have much control especially around blood, so she tries to keep others safe by keeping people at arms length.

She regrets being turned, but there’s nothing she can do to change it. So she tries to make the best of it.

▹soulmarks

She never had a soul mark until the morning after she rose from the dead and became a vampire. 

At the moment her and Minnie are in a weird pseudo stage of knowing that they’re paired, but neither of them wanting to get closer than arms length.

Millie is still trying to figure the whole vampirism out so soul marks are being put on the back burner for now.

▹aesthetics

uncertain paths

living in the shadows, feeling out of place 

feeling homesick while home

not recognizing yourself in the mirror.

new lush bath bombs, receiving butterfly kisses

always finding the silver lining

Elena Gilbert

▹headcanons

Hates the sight of blood and the smell. She can only drink blood bags from the blood bank and even then the scent alone almost sends her into a blood rage.

Always dresses in style. Even when she’s lounging at home.

Works the night shift at the bowling alley. 

At the moment has no plans to join a clan. While she’s been told one too many times that she should, if only to protect herself Millie isn’t at that place yet.

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Closed Starter @heliox-legacy​ Location: A Park Time: Midnight

If something could be said of Everwinter it had a great view of the night sky. The stars seemed endless and when the moon was out it illuminated everything. Diego however could give a rat’s ass what the sky looked like. He idly flicked his lighter open and close as he sat in silence. A couple of days ago his mark returned and the familiar tug at his very core returned in full force. Like a second heart beating next to his own. A growl tore itself from his throat as Diego finally lit up his cigarette. Smoke filled his vision, the vague sting of the nicotine filling his lungs fading in seconds. 

He knew that bastard was in Everwinter. Somewhere. Diego could feel it and if he concentrated hard enough he could follow the pull straight towards him. He had thought about it, if only to physically tear out Heliox’s heart like the man did to Dio’s so so long ago. However deep down Diego knew seeing him would just bring up memories that he wanted to forget, of a human who was stupid to let someone so close. It was no wonder that human died. Lurching himself from his head Dio threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it as he stood up. “Not in the fuckin’ mood for this shit.” 

Might as well find something to eat while he was out. Walking a few steps down the path Diego came to an abrupt halt. He hadn’t been paying attention or he would’ve felt his heart beating a mile a minute, the familiar itch under the skin of his mark that signaled a certain someone was close. Too close. Like literally standing in front of Diego close. It took all he had not to immediately lunge at the vampire before him. His body practically shook. Instead he clenched his hands into fists and shoved them into the pockets of his jacket, trying to seem like he didn’t know who Heliox was. “Got a problem mate? I don’t have the patience to deal with whatever you got.”

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⋆ ⠀⠀⠀࿐ྃ ▸ ; ⠀ [ manny montana. vampire/malkavian clan/second in command. thirty-five/500+. pansexual. cis man. ] was that just DIEGO “DIO” DIAZ, I saw coming out of THE AMUSEMENT PARK? the MALKAVIAN SECOND IN COMMAND is best to be described as + LACKADAISICAL, but he could also be - VOLATILE and as well as being previously unmarked they can easily be noticed by LEATHER JACKETS AND BLOODY KNUCKLES, HEART FULL OF ANGER, BITE DEADLIER THAN HIS BARK, as well as HERME’S WINGS ON HIS COLLARBONE, which has only just appeared. @lovebitestarter

▹basics

full name: Diego Diaz (Octavio)

nickname(s): Dio (Tivio, Vio)

birth date: October 31

zodiac: Scorpio

age: 35, physically / 500+, actual

gender: Cis Man

pronouns: He/Him

sexual orientation: Pansexual

relationship status: Noncommittal

▹background

There wasn’t much to Diego’s life when he was human. Or rather he doesn’t want to think about the person he was before he was turned. Because Diego, or Octavio, a name he no longer goes by had been a happy human. Hard working, owned his own business, and he had family who he loved.

Then he was marked. Then he met Heliox. Octavio had been in love. He learned about the supernatural, about what the marks meant, and instead of being scared he accepted it all. They were happily together for a few years. Until one day Octavio woke up to his mark gone and not long after Heliox left as well. Octavio was left heartbroken, sad, and unfathomably angry.

He spent years alone. Doing his best to move on and just live his life. Octavio didn’t make friends, not anymore. He wouldn’t allow others to get close enough to hurt him if they left. Dio believes that Octavio was naïve, an idiot, weak. Hindsight is 20/20.

He was turned by a vampire who found his anger alluring. Who was also grieving the loss of his own mate and wanted a replacement. Octavio would be that replacement whether he wanted it or not. For the next decade or so Octavio was caged, kept in the vampire’s home except when he unleashed to hunt for his food. He hated it, and himself. It made him enraged. Octavio grew stronger and more ruthless, and one night he killed the vampire who sired him. 

Diego was born in blood.

Dio spent a hundred or so years going from place to place. Sometimes leaving chaos and bodies in his wake. He slowly grew to not care about the world around him. He only wished to become stronger, more powerful, so no one could cage him again.

200 years ago he joined up with the Malkavian Clan. Mostly due to the convenience of having allies and a place to fall back too. Other vampires and even witches tended to want to hunt him when he became to blood hungry. Being part of a clan made others think twice about messing with him. However Diego was not satisfied with being another rank and file of the clan. He wanted a bigger seat at the dinner table.

It took roughly 60 years to grow his power and another 10 to become strong enough to kill his predecessor, the former Second in Command. Doing so Dio became the next second in command and he enjoys the perks that come with it. Though even he has eyes on the biggest seat at the table, but Diego is not stupid. It’d take centuries, millennia to become more powerful than the leader themselves. He has time. Almost too much time. 

▹mannerisms

quirks: cracks his knuckles

habits: Smokes like a chimney

nervous ticks: plays with his lighter

sense of humor: Sarcastic and usually insulting.

▹personality

positive traits: Loyal, Ambitious, Easygoing 

negative traits: Volatile, Jealous, Unyielding

hobbies: Chilling in the woods, getting into fights, pottery

fears: being abandoned again

▹relationships

Friends

Enemies

Personal Feeder

▹species

Diego was turned by a vampire who was lured in by Dio’s anger and wanted him as a lover, or a pet. In the first few years of vampirism he felt regret and hated himself for the monster he was turned into. However Dio also felt free. Death couldn’t take him and he had more power than he ever did as a human.

His first murder as a vampire was the man who sired him.

He joined up with the Malkavian clan out of convenience at first. Then he wanted more. Over the years he grew stronger and more ruthless, Dio became second in command by killing his predecessor. 

Witches: He doesn’t like to deal with the witches of the Malkavian Coven if he can help it. Seeing them brings up bad memories that he wishes to forget. He never asks them for anything and generally just keeps them at arms length. 

▹soulmarks

500 years ago he would’ve told you that being marked made him happy and wanted. Until they disappeared. Until Heliox left him without a word.

With the return of marks Dio feels anger. Resentment. Sadness. Part of him hopes that Heliox will stay away, but part of him is pulled towards his mate just like before. 

Though he’d sooner punch him than throw himself back into his arms.

Dio is concerned about a weird feeling that there is a piece missing that he didn’t feel before. But he tries to not think about.

▹headcanons

He smokes. It doesn’t have the burn it used to when he was human but old habits die hard. He has a metal lighter that was given to him long ago that he considers his only valuable.

He’s very fuck around and find out type of guy. A do first ask questions later.

He’s trilingual. 

▹about you

Hi I’m Clark! I’m 22, almost 23 and I’m currently taking a break from college to focus on working and taking care of my family. I am obsessed with Mass Effect right now and I am an enjoyer of anime. Mostly shonen and just funny ones, my heart can’t handle sad animes anymore. I’m ALWAYS up for plotting! Hit me up via tumblr or on discord!

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❛ just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. it’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. ❜ - enzo

"I'm three seconds from throwing you in the garbage can." Dio muttered. He was glaring at the hoop in front him, taunting him. There was no way he was about to lose to some witch... oh some warlock at a game of H.O.R.S.E. Dio's current predicament was trying to find a move that Enzo couldn't replicate. Which was getting harder by the minute. With a growl Dio ran up, jumped hard on the trampoline into a back flip, and slammed the ball into the basket.

"Alright warlock. Do your fuckin' best."

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protective prompts

feel free to adjust as needed!

PROTECTING: “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “  i’m not letting you go alone.  ” “  let me help.  ” “  say the word and i’ll be there.  ” “  i know you can handle it yourself, but it doesn’t mean you should have to do this on your own.  ” “  i’ll stay the night.  ” “  get some rest.  ” “  ssh, go back to sleep.  ” “  i’m worried about you.  ” “  i’m not going anywhere. not as long as you’re in danger.  ” “  i won’t let anyone hurt you.  ” “  i won’t let that happen.  ” “  look at me. you’re gonna be okay.  ” “  what can i do?  ” “  i’ll be right here with you the whole time.  ” “  who did this to you?  ” “  i can tell you’re upset, talk to me.  ” “  i’m not letting them get away with this.  ” “  i’ll get you out of this. trust me.  ” “  i know you don’t need my help. but i’m offering it anyway.  ” “  you’re shaking like a leaf— what’s wrong?  ” “  what happened?  ” “  i’m gonna fucking kill them.  ” “  i won’t let anyone hurt you again. not ever.  ”   “  if anything happened to you…  ” “  i need you in my life. so please, let me do what i need to to make it safe.  ”   “  i can’t lose you.  ”   PROTECTED: “  have you been waiting up this whole time?  ” “  how long have you been here?  ” “  i’ll be okay. i promise.  ” “  will you stay with me?  ” “  please don’t go.  ” “  i feel safer when you’re here.  ” “  thank you for making me feel safe.  ” “  i trust you.  ” “  why are you helping me?  ” “  is it over now?  ” “  you don’t have to do this, ya’ know.  ” “  i can take care of myself.  ” “  you don’t have to worry so much.  ” “  i don’t want you to get hurt either.  ” “  i can’t bear the thought of you putting yourself in danger for me.  ”   “  you’re bleeding!  ” “  thank you, but i’ll be alright.  ”    “  please don’t get hurt. not because of me.  ” ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to wake up after sustaining an injury and find the other at the side of their bed 2. for one muse to hold the other after a nightmare 3. for one muse to step between the other and someone who intends to do them harm 4. for one muse to push the other out of harm’s way 5. for one muse to get hurt protecting the other 6. for one muse to fall asleep next to the other muse who is keeping watch 7. for one muse to rescue the other 8. for one muse to get caught hiding an injury sustained while protecting them 9. for one muse to react to the other hiding an injury 10. for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick/injured 11. for one muse to kiss the other’s scar 12. for one muse to treat an injury the other sustained while protecting them 13. for one muse to kill to protect the other 14. for one muse to get killed while protecting the other 15. for one muse to fall asleep in the hospital bed with the other 

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popular text posts + ask memes

❛ i don’t know what i’m doing with my life, but i know i’m doing it wrong ❜ ❛ i am so cute and bitter ❜ ❛ my life is one part ‘wait’ and another part ‘what’ ❜ ❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜ ❛ i love sleeping to avoid problems ❜ ❛ i hate myself a lot but i get offended when other people do ❜ ❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years ❜ ❛ hit me up if you wanna date a piece of shit ❜ ❛ we need some new and more powerful swears ❜ ❛ i get progressively uglier throughout the day ❜ ❛ i’m so miserable, but i laugh at everything ❜ ❛ i need something that is more than coffee, but less than cocaine ❜ ❛ just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. it’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. ❜ ❛ 90 out of 10 people agree that math is fucking lame ❜ ❛ if you think i’m ugly now, you should have seen me in 2009 ❜ ❛ 2010 me would literally be terrified of 2016 me and i love it ❜ ❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜ ❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜ ❛ there are people who know me in real life who think i’m straight and that’s really funny to me ❜ ❛ i was cursed with expensive taste and a low budget ❜ ❛ yo dude i trusted you wtf the fuck? what the fuck?? what the fuck what the ❜ ❛ open flannel shirts and lingerie are the hottest thing and nobody can convince me otherwise ❜ ❛ i’m the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person ❜ ❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜ ❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜ ❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜ ❛ people our age have children what the hell i am a children ❜ ❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜ ❛ why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4 am? ❜ ❛ after i die, i’ll probably still complain ❜ ❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜ ❛ if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you ❜ ❛ do something with your life that would make a 1950s straight white man angry ❜ ❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜ ❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜ ❛ i’m overstressed and underfucked ❜ ❛ i can’t wait to be a piece of shit with a bachelors degree ❜ ❛ my emo phase never went away, it just aged like fine wine ❜ ❛ my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment ❜ ❛ i don’t have time for people who don’t believe in aliens ❜ ❛ the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting ❜ ❛ why do good concert tickets happen to bad people ❜ ❛ i can’t play hard to get i’m already hard to want ❜ ❛ i’m still pissed off about growing up ❜ ❛ if you listen carefully, you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜ ❛ when i die i want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close ❜ ❛ single and ready to take a 20 hour nap ❜ ❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜ ❛ how do people even put up with me like i can’t even put up with me ❜ ❛ the opening riff to mr. brightside could literally raise me from the dead ❜ ❛ stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical  ❜ ❛ sorry, i’m poor. i can’t afford to pay attention ❜ ❛ aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall ❜ ❛ is it too late to wrap myself up like a baby and drop myself off on a billionaire’s doorstep? ❜ ❛ my neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true ❜ ❛ i never run voluntarily so if you ever see me running you should start running too because something is coming ❜

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For you, like Rome, were built on ashes, and you, like a phoenix, know how to resurrect

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