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Newly appointed leader of the Roşu Clan. Over 1000 years old. Motives within his leadership entirely unclear ; for the good of the clan or for the good of himself? wanted connections + current headcanons beneath the cut.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

platonic.

- someone who convinced him to fight at fight club.

- spar buddies --- sometimes you just wanna beat each other up.

- bloodbag. someone willingly letting him feed. or not willing. yk whatever works.

- friday night party-goer / friday night drinkers.

- enemies to friends.

- unwillingly drags him around the city parts he hasn't been in.

- hater4hater friendship.

- new shard workers / people willing to operate under the shard

- alliances between the roşu clans and other factions and/or people alone.

- absolutely fucking hate each other. would kill each other if it wouldn't turn heads / have attempted to or want to.

HEADCANONS.

romantic.

- situationship / hookup / one night stand type beat.

- no strings attached / fwb

- exes / spurned romance

- enemies to lovers jk ... unless?

- enemies ... that yknow (;

- flirtationship. flirting enough to think they're lowkey a thing, but they're not ... unless?

Vicente, while closely associated with Witches, especially of darker corners, he’s cautious of them. A caution not born of fear, but intellect. Vampires may be a predatory species, but magic is a force Vicente has been well acquainted with over the centuries.

Enjoys watching Punch Cage matches and has yet top partake. Primarily due to his desire to participate in 'Fright Night'. Vicente is sure he'd win, however is too caught up in his businesses to even take the chance. Slowly convincing himself to suck it up and participate in a simple fight night.

Does enjoy the fourth floor of Rubicund on the occasion. Finds it to be one of the other establishments he finds the most joy in after Punch Cage. Does occasionally attend the Bunny.

First instinct to covering Golden Rule breaks is to kill all humans involved and cover their murder as a variety of things ( mass suicide, missing persons cases/serial kidnappings, staging a relocation with falsified documents, offering humans to demons for their dealings ). Sometimes will have the offender kill the person they committed the offense with and if they refuse, will resort to killing both of them in front of each other. However, typically employees witches for memory manipulation if exposure was not severe and his mood isn't already soured. This is always threatened.

Appears to be a gentleman to those outside of his immediate circle. A smiling man with only snide comments, he doesn't seem like a cruel man. realistically, he uses his persona to disarm strangers and seem unassuming. calculatedly wants people to unwind around him. a natural instinct from his noble years.

Accepting the request to overtake the Roşu Clan was a breath of fresh air. Recently, he’d found his life stale in his previous position of his own gang. He hopes to rekindle the spark of establishing a domineering persona ; be feared and revered across the sea.

Despite leading the Roşu Clan, Vicente is still closely operating his founded gang in Europe. The current leader frequently contacts him concerning reoccurring impacts. Considering convincing some of his members to move to Vievecor City to work under him or around areas in the city for insight.

An enjoyer of live music music. Enjoys the way live music, especially drums and bass, course through the physical body.

Extremely selective with those he sires. First, he must deem them worthy ; see potential. Second, they must declare loyalty to him. Third, they must intrigue him from the get-go ( or remind them of himself in the past and he wants to protect them).

Little empathy when it comes to causing harm / causing upset. Does not care, will never care and on the chance he regrets his actions is if someone within his close circle was horrifically changed/harmed. Never wallows, however, fixes it.

On topic of emotions, is an extremely emotional man in other ways. Once the feelings of loyalty, love, hatred, admiration or obsession it's extremely hard to shake them. Earning those sentiments are a task of itself, so it takes a huge betrayal to break them.

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A church was far from a place of interest for the vampire. The few times in his undead life he could recall a church scenery was the desecration of one. If it weren't for the Priest in charge, he'd remain setting the place ablaze in his mind. A jaunty step carries him through the entry and he's amused by the swiftness of Ursa's posture. For the show of it, he makes a small cross as he walks through the center of the pews.

" A kind offer, but I'm certain no god or prayer would be willing for me. " Vicente mirrors the smile given to him for a moment, but the visage of a saint is far from his grasps. " The confessionals can be saved for those actually seeking forgiveness, Ursa. I was curious to see if I'd burst into flames on entry --- or even struck down by a lightning bolt. " He eyes the attire and finds it all a little too amusing against a demon's flesh, but admirable nonetheless the ability to entirely meld into this perception. " Looks desolate. Sinners running short these days? "

confession | open starter

for: open! ( @vievecorcitystarters ) location: Church of Hedon

In the early afternoon hours, the church was relatively empty. There were a few parishioners coming to pray on their lunch breaks so the demon made sure to welcome them inside. On days like this, he would rather be in his office, working on a Sunday sermon or the bookings for the Punch Cage. Instead he sat on a pew, knee bouncing up and down impatiently. Perhaps he was just hungry, he mused, glancing down absently at his stomach.

As he glanced up, someone stepped through the door, the sunlight shadowing the figure for a moment. He stepped forward, his mind still in his appetite. "Can I help you?" he asked, a kind smile slipping on his face. It was the smile of a deity and not the demon he had become. "Are you hear for prayer? Or the confessional booth can be opened to you if you're in need to get something of your chest."

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" Quite the poor job, actually. From where I'm sitting ... you looked like a lost duck or something. " Vicente chides the stranger, corners lifting in an amused, slight smile. He wasn't sure if the human man was on edge or what, but he was certainly easily startled. Eyes drift to take note of him: jeans newly used as a napkin, coke sloppily spilled against the hand. He seems to find the order funny --- who came to a bar for a soda?

The glass of whiskey in front of the vampire is knocked back while the man laughs and takes up more space in Vicente's self-proclaimed corner. " I wouldn't call it a hiding spot --- just a quieter place than the lot up there. Not my speed, tonight anyway. " A hand gestures towards the bartender chatting with patrons, many of them a mixed bag of vampires, demons and maybe more and those not of the sort. It's a mystery how many of them would get home safely tonight or become dinner. Such a thing just wasn't on Vicente's table tonight.

The coke in the man's hand still has his interest and he couldn't help to be nosy. Fingers lift from his glass in a gesture, " That your way of cutting yourself off? "

Sung Joon knew that he needed to get out of more places than the bar if he wanted to people watch. He had never been much of a drinker, completely avoiding it after the death of his wife, but as of late, alcohol had become his comfort. A distant lover in some sense, where the warmth of the liquor wrapped him in astringent, welcoming arms. He was a sad sack of shit if there ever was one.

But, here he was in a place he didn't want to be. However, he was happy to note that no one was looking at him. Well, every now and then he'd see interested eyes and soft, heady smiles, but those were easy to decipher. It was nice to see that he still appeared to be an eligible bachelor despite the bags under his eyes and the tight-lipped smile he'd return.

With a new drink in hand, this time a sobering one, he slunk into a darker corner to just...well, watch. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he wondered how many of the people in the crowd weren't human. He did note that if they weren't, they did one heck of a job pretending they were. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice rang out behind him, and he spilled some of his coke over his hand.

He turned, wiping it on his jeans. How did he not notice this man? He was glaringly obvious, even in the dark, but Sung Joon had been so enraptured by his own thoughts, he must have glazed him over. "Yeah, sure." He nodded and moved further into the dingy corner. "I wasn't trying to go unnoticed, by the way. I was just keeping out of the way, but I guess I did a poor job of that too, huh?" He smiled and let out a soft laugh. "Did I impose on your hiding spot?"

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" If I wasn't choosing to stay I'd be out getting my kicks at the nightclub or punch cage. " Vicente was planting his roots here and it came in addition with one of his own being closely to his side again. Cruelty or dislike hadn't been his reason for leaving Teddy to his own devices or solely with Izak. No, Vicente was chasing his own newfound high on new grounds.

The mention of being indisposed piques his interest, brows raising out of curiosity. A hand lifts to cup Teddy's elbow and gesture him to a seat. " Indisposed? That's unlike you. Is the Shard really so tedious, or is this related to the recent news? Or even unrelated. " There was a genuine concern here --- whatever woes or stressed plagued Teddy, Vicente was willing to halve. By shouldering or other unsavory methods.

Teddy shook his head. "I've been...slightly indisposed, as of late." Though perhaps rusty was the right word to use, given what had transpired at that stupid circus fair. Either way, his mind was free of any thought that did not concern his maker right now. The man who had pulled him away from a nightmare and a sure death. There were no words to describe how strongly he felt about him..or how empty he had felt without his presence all these months.

The vampire huffed a laugh at Vicente's retort, and let himself relax at last, a step inching them both closer. "Is it..true, then? You've chosen to stay?"

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Vicente, really, hadn't offered his jacket but he doesn't correct her. He returns her offer with a smile, however. " You seem to be on enough edge it'd be a bit much to say no --- if it'd make you feel better to pay for a drycleaner, sure. " He glances down towards the mess and then near the counter. Eventually someone would discover it, by a nine to five worker slipping or a tired worker attempting to escape.

" Ah, you're rushing to work now it makes sense. Is it really so important to rush to ... what, a desk? " He takes a look at her outfit and equates it to something practical. Definitely wasn't the attire of an everyday service person that much was for sure. " Well, what suggestions do you have elsewhere? If you have time before running off to work ... please don't let a stranger keep you. "

Darn the Golden Rule. It would be so simple to wave her hand and make it all disappear. With the lack of space in the coffee house, she knew that someone would be bound to see. "Can I at least pay to get it dry cleaned?" She felt utterly terrible about causing the mess. She chuckled, shaking her head. "I do appreciate the offer, but you should keep your coat. With all these clouds, I fear that it might rain."

Names were shouted as people pushed forth towards the counter. Even if Daphne could have them remake her beverage, it would take a good half an hour at least. "Unfortunately the one down the block isn't as good. Not to sound like a snob, but the quality of the beans are lacking. It tastes more like drinking a cup of mud. I'll just grab something when I get to work."

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there is no competition. respectfully, you could never be me. disrespectfully, i would never want to be you.

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A future without Izak is best compared to a barren wasteland, a reality Vicente would bend time itself to keep it from existing. " If our bond were broken, I'd have told you to shove your head up your ass for bothering me. " There's a lilt to tone something only coming to surface around his sire. The intricate shackles of blood may have been shaken, the throbbing ache to seek one's creator out when near, but the ease only grew. Perhaps Vicente was senile to think such sentiments, but he'd chalk it up to separation. Besides, he knows well Izak would not mention his heart to a simple friend.

Vicente watches him close, noting the familiar lines of his face and lithe fingers that toy with the glass. Months ago, he'd only revere Izak's presence before his departure, a silent reminder of his true beginning. Now, it's more in appreciation and a sense of zeal ; he'd see him far more than the last centuries had made room for.

" Hm. I didn't mention blame, did I? I opened the door willingly and offered you the knife to cut me. I never voiced regret on that. " He reminds, wondering just how deep the idea of blaming him 'like everyone else' truly went. He's caught up on the events of late, the werewolf attack, rumors of hunters and presence lack there-of. A serpent seemed to lie beneath the city and Vicente was all but studying it's habitat.

A smile frames his face, " And I missed you, Izak. I'm glad during my absence you've yet to find, well, another me. " He laughs at that, though he's candid. Cocky to know there wouldn't have been another name in mind for Izak to call for such a request --- Teddy, still, wasn't particularly fit to reside in a makeshift throne. Though it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. " Tell me then ... your ventures with The Bunny and The Hutch. Or anything, really, even the unsavory. "I've heard of other ... unsavory happenings, but frankly I'm more interested in yours alone. Less idle talking wasn't on the table. "

Izak had been watching Vicente with inquisitive eyes, even when he wasn't around to do it himself. He wouldn't call it spying, no. Spying meant mistrust, and he could not find disloyalty to his fledgling even if Vicente had decided that Izak's head would have looked better off his shoulders. He had just needed to make sure that he was fairing well as business elsewhere kept them apart. There was a deep bond that could only be sowed by a sire and newborn, and it was a bond that no other species nor persons could ever understand. A mother and child could not compare, nor could wolf mates. It would damn near bring tears to his eyes if Izak was sentimental like that.

However, the mirth in his softly beating heart was enough, and getting to slip some time in with Vicente had been one of the best highlights over the last decade...no, century. He looked good, if not exasperated, but it was nothing that lending out his best bunnies to couldn't fix.

"Nostalgia is for those who expect to never relive the good of the past. Hopefully you still see a good future with me or I would figure our bond broken," he replied, rolling the cigarette on his lips. It's acrid bitterness was like honey as it mixed with the blood that lingered on his tongue. Eyes trained on Vicente's, and he smiled softly.

"You must be becoming senile. I did not rip you away from anything, especially when I clearly remember you throwing yourself at me. A lordling kissing the hand of a corpse, and I merely agreed to give you a better life. Just as I am now. Your fledgling is here. I am here. You have your throne, and you have every indulgence at your command." He tsked. "Don't start blaming me like everyone else. You're one of the last in this city I would rip my heart out for without hesitation." He slid the drink closer and toyed with glass with his nimble fingers. "I missed you so much, Vicente."

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Vincete didn't particularly hang around The Liber unless he wanted to try Matthew's latest import or mixed drink. Yet when boredom strikes and a drink without the drum of hard bass or silence of an empty room called, he knew where to head. The face behind the bar he can't recall in memory or in name, so he steals a glance or two before his slide over. What he knows is the vampric nature which piques his interest. " We? So far I only see you tending the bar. " He gives a little jest to start, " I'll have whatever's newest. Afterall, you're a fresh face to me. I wonder what your tastes are. "

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Chris glanced up from the bottles he'd been settling back under the bar when he heard the door open and stood up to get a better look. It was a vampire, though one he couldn't remember meeting before. Chris waited until he sat down to sidle over and lean on his side of the bar. "Hi. What can we get for you?"

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Vicente's arrival was something swift and delicately designed. Tying up loose ends internationally and applying his own careful touch before arrival ; it was all a bit hectic. Arriving with prospects of introducing himself, officially, amongst the council. Properly establishing himself amongst Roşu Clan members. Vicente would compare it to sinking his teeth into a poorly cut steak --- far too much to chew. Regardless, he remained swiftly moving.

Now, however, another swiftly moves towards him and by instinct alone he knows who crosses the barrier into his office. Vicente had been waiting for Teddy's appearance --- wondering how long it'd take for his presence to become suffocating. He stands leisurely in the middle of his office, gaze looking towards the curtained windows while Teddy gathers his senses. He doesn't turn until he's finished.

A jaunty spin brings him to face his fledging, something of amusement glittering in his eyes. " Ah, are we getting rusty, Teddy? Surely you've heard the news. " A short stride carries him towards him, smile breaking through the low light. Vicente gives his shoulder a half-assed smack. " Relax a bit. If you'd pale any further I think I'd resurrected as a ghost, not just returned. "

It had been long -far too long- since Teddy had felt that familiar ache in his chest. A wanton, a burning need to be in the presence of his sire...which could only mean that the man had once more decided to return to Vievecor city. It did not matter that he was in the middle of something. Teddy could hardly ignore it..nor did he wish to, stopping what he was doing to rush straight towards the source of his need.

Where he arrived to, was Vicente's office, concealed in some upper floor of the shard. The lights were dimmed, drawing patterns in the velvet curtains that covered the windows at the far end, and, at the very center of it all was..him. Though winded, he was not, Byrne felt a shortness of breath that could only be explained by the awe he felt...ocean blue eyes darting towards the vampire's face. "Sire..you're..you're back." he swallowed as the door closed behind him with a light thud. "..when?"

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location: vicente's new residence with who: @izakvoros

Becoming a permanent resident in Vievecor City had not been within Vicente's plans. A handful of years becoming his own man, operating within his own allegiance a unique experience. Yet, all roads seem to lead back to his undeath's beginning: Izak. If he were a different man whose views of their sire were dreadful, if the name bore bile on his tongue, he'd laugh in his face. Arrive in the city just to do so, as well. Yet, Izak Voros was not his enemy --- the exact opposite of that, truly. At the call concern had originally crossed his mind, mind drifting between 'what the fuck' and 'why the hell'. Yet, what he'd known of the city and was soon to learn made sense of the change.

Thus, Vicente Guerra returned to a seat of power so to speak. Overseeing those 'beneath' his status, a life he'd long thought he'd to never return to; hadn't wanted to. Through Izak's influence and previous reign, however, he found excitement. Once more, Vicente sits within a newfound home with Izak in front of him.

" Almost nostalgic, isn't it? " His voice is a low hum, cigarette pluming smoke between the two of them.

His gaze drifts from the burning tip to Izak's face, head tilting in silent reverence. Busy the man was --- catching up with the ways of the city, faces of the council and nonetheless the lucrative Shard. Intricacies and businesses a never-ending venture making a proper reunion between Izak and Vincete long overdue. " Many years ago you rip me from a life of leading and policy only to thrust me into it once more ... " It's more jest than bitterness. The setting would be far different should Vincete feel resentful. Still, a certain sense of calm ( if the faux racing of a heart, borne of bloodshed could be considered calm ) and place of belonging resides behind his ribs with Izak. Despite fucking everything, anyway. Fingers push a freshly poured drink towards the other. " Has that crossed your mind, Izak? The irony of it all?"

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" Oh, it did. " The spill wasn't enough to make a fuss over --- let alone tarnish the meeting. Drymock wasn't his typical stomping grounds, therefore she wasn't a typical face. A bit of coffee against his jacket wasn't enough to set him ablaze unlike the threatening rays of the sun, so he lets it pass. Eyes trail to her hand dabbing away at her jacket. " A proper gentleman would offer you his coat, but unfortunately I think you'd look a bit silly wherever you're headed in it. "

He gives a slight laugh, glancing back towards the bumbling line and energetic baristas. It was doubtful she'd get a cup, let alone him getting to even try what he'd sought after. It's a bit amusing still to this day how mundane desires and habits proved to be the most difficult to acquire. Before vicente can drift into his thoughts, he continues to upstand with a smiling persona. " Surely you could get another coffee elsewhere --- not so bustling. Isn't there another one a black over? Doesn't seem I'm getting anything and, well, your chances are even lower. "

Perhaps she should have come one to this particular shop over the weekend when there were fewer people rushing to work. The idea of launching rare flavors in the middle of the week baffled the witch as far as business went. It certainly drummed up business for the employees to be overwhelmed by the crowd. Tomorrow she would most certainly be making a cup at home in her sturdy to-go cup.

"I hope that it didn't hit you too." She hissed, looking down at her hand. The sleeve of her coat and shirt were soaked through with a few stray droplets sprinkled on her shirt, but the damage was not too sever. It might be pink for a few minutes, but it wasn't anything that needed medical attention at all.

She ruefully smiled, seeing the beverage on the floor. "Maybe there will be a cat or shop pet that will enjoy a taste." It would be a pity for it to go to waste, yet a single look back at the line proved she wouldn't be able to get a fresh cup. "Thank you." She delicately dabbed at her jacket. "Nothing a bit of cool water won't help."

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Two fingers gesture towards Ayumu's current hairstyle, a small puff of laughter emitting. " Right, will all that going on. " Vicente's tone is sharp, but lacking judgement. Much like spirits of old ghoststories and tall tales, the 'offer' was taken. The corner of his mouth lifts in a smile --- intention behind it uncertain.

" What other man have you met named Vicente who had manners, Ayumu? Because he's certainly not me. " He's amused, " I'm hardly stressed. In fact ... I've found this all quite exciting. Something new to put between my teeth and chew. " Catching up on events he'd missed was, maybe, stressful but not something he'd willingly admit. The lingering rumors of threats linger in the recess of his mind, but this wasn't the place to be so candid. " Have I missed dealings with you, is that why my company seemed so appealing? " A pause, a tease tossed back from acrid tongue, " Or did you miss me? "

"Unnoticed? Me? Never," Ayumu practically purred when Vicente finally noticed him. Not that the spirit went unnoticed for long given how their hair was a shock of bright blue with a hot pink streak that day.

"What an unpleasant invitation to join you, Vicente Guerra..." they tutted, but chose to slide themself into the seat across from the vampire anyway. "Did your manners disappear after you became an elder? Is it because of all the stress that you are under?" Ayumu teased.

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VICENTE GUERRA - SOUND INSPIRATION

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open to: anyone @vievecorcitystarters location: bar along the kiln/hedon border

Vicente had spent quite some time enjoying his solitude ; partaking in the come and go-ers of the establishment. Some faces he recognized, some he hadn't. Even if he'd visited before integrating on short notice, there was much of Vievecor he wasn't familiar with. Not from lack of time, but primarily lack of interest. Bigger things were afoot than knowing every nook and cranny, every corner. For now, anyway. He's enjoying his time abiding the silent, dimly lit corner ... until he isn't. Vicente had yet to be disturbed, but it seems solitude never lasted forever in these times. The person sitting may not have been directly sitting with him, but it was close enough to catch his attention. " If you're trying to go unnoticed, you're doing a poor job. " He quips, head immediately turned, " Might as well commit to joining me since you couldn't choose the other dingy corners of this place. "

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" Gorgeous, huh? You must be looking for an extremely generous tip from me. " Vicente replies with a slight lift of his mouth, the most whispered smile. The Rubicund offered various indulgences: music, drink and people watching. The dancing bodies amidst the floor seemed to flow into one singular motion, making it easy for a mind to wander if observed far too much. " How about a surprise --- house special, your favorite. Whatever suits me in your eyes. " Honestly, he's curious what she'd make.

with: open to all @vievecorcitystarters location: The Rubicund

It was a busy night at the club, Katya couldn't remember the last time she had had a chance to even check the time - not that she minded. Busy nights were the ones she thrived on, the energy and bass of the music running through her like a heartbeat putting a little more bounce in her step as she moved around the bar. Her resting bitch face perked up as she caught someone with their hand slightly raised over an empty glass, a small smile starting to turn up the corners of her lips, "What can I getcha gorgeous?"

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It's a rare urge to venture out into rush of mornings, but business and boredom often go hand in hand. The border of Dymock was typically as far as Vicente would wander, finding little amusement within the district of watchful witches. A dare of rarities it was for him to willingly travel, intrigued by a simple new strain of coffee advertised annoyingly so. Maybe today would be the day Vicente discovered a new indulgence, one separate from violence and survival.

As most new things go, trouble strikes. This time the trouble is so gruesomely mundane, Vicente thinks he feels sick for a moment. The door to the coffee shop swings tragically into a woman's hand, knocking free a piping hot cup across her hand and to the floor. Stray droplets catch against a pressed jacket, brows knitting together at the discovery. Eyes drift, briefly, to the line.

" Waiting so diligently for a drink only to give the floor a taste ... " A dry, trailing statement as he looks from spill, to hand to face. It's less kindness and more unwarranted pity as he pulls a handkerchief from a pocket. It dabs at his jacket before it's handed to the woman. " You're probably burnt. "

Checking her watch for a third time, Daphne sighed. Truly it wasn't the baristas fault that the shop was understaffed nor was it their fault that everyone's order this morning read more like a grocery list than a coffee order. Still it should not take fifteen minutes to get a medium coffee with cream and sugar. Apparently she wasn't the only one getting impatient judging by the grumbles of the patrons around her. She tapped her foot, almost ready to simply walk out when her name was called.

With a smile, she thanked the barista, grabbing her cup and heading out the door. That first morning sip always felt heavenly. Her free hand grabbed for the door when it swung open, knocking into the cup in her hand, sending the lid flying as the coffee spilled all over her. She hissed, shaking it off as she looked up at the person who just entered.

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CURRENT INSPIRATION / CHARACTER INSIGHT (WIP)

Elijah & Klaus Mikaelson ( for different aspects ) - TVD

Fyodor Dostoevsky - BSD

James Flint - Black Sails

Madara Uchiha - Naruto

Corinthian - The Sandman