#character: gatley / mercer

[mournfulminds]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Maeve / 「 @cigvrettedvet 」

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Summer / 2024

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Highland Hospital

Mercer first contemplated the beams of fluorescents when she came to, squinting under the harsh light as the scent of antiseptic chemicals wafted past her signalling that she was in fact in the emergency room, strewn out across a bed with a thin curtain concealing her privacy ─ lovely. The last thing she could recall was a fly fishing expedition in the Chesapeake Bay (more of a business trip), and then her mother picking her up from the train station, despite her protests, so they could "talk about something".

Adjusting her cardigan and then combing her fingers through her hair, her mother's voice came into earshot, over the PA system, informing the doctor of her concerns that her daughter has whiplash and then excusing herself to find a "decent" cup of coffee in the cafeteria. Her plan of exit was to check herself out and send a text later, but to do that, she'd have to get a doctor or nurse to sign off on that. An unsteady trail led her to the doorway only to be met with someone coming to check on her ─ perfect timing, Mercer stumbling out of the way, perhaps a bit more hazy than she led on. Just her luck too, as it's none other than a being from her past; her married life, still like a fresh wound as she ushers a smile to the front. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Maeve Chapman," Using the other woman to steady her stance, Mercer regards her, unfazed, as if they're old friends and perhaps they are, "I was just wondering how I was gonna bribe the nurse to let me out of here."

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OVERVIEW

Specie: Witch

Full Name: Vernon Beaumount

Birthday & Age: September 3rd, 1990 / 24

Level: Sorcerer

Occupation: Trainee Nurse at Sinclair Hospital

Neighborhood: Mercer Apartments, 2 bed 1 bath - lives with Salem Sinclair

Residency Status: 1 year

Sexual Orientation: Up To Player

PERSONALITY & QUIRKS

+ courteous, pioneering, humorous, & exuberant

- stingy, bossy, overemotional, & touchy

BIOGRAPHY

After finishing his afternoon errands he had lazily done that day, the witch went to visit his grandfather. In a coherent and presentable way, he stood alone in the graveyard. The rain had stopped luckily and the wind was falling on his back, drying the moisture off his clothes, and causing his hair to sway in every direction lightly. He passed his gaze over the letters written on the grave before him. Vernon Beaumont. The grave itself was simple. No meaningful quotes or decoration to mark the person under the ground as a special person. Nothing; just a body underground. He moved to sit on the curb in front of the discreet headstone. He needed to pay his respects in the only way he knew how; in the only way a person who has never met the deceased knew how. He shifted slightly in an attempt to get comfortable. Then his eyelids fell and he started to puzzle the pieces of his grandpa’ back together. The ones he remembered, anyway. The male wasn’t sure of how long it had been since the last time he came to visit. It had been such a long time. Mainly because his mother never allowed him to but also because he simply forgot. He was supposed to restore his memory more often though, not leave it neglected in the back of his mind. Especially memories as important as the man who shaped his entire character.

The lawful Vernon, grew with the utmost care and love for the human world. Perhaps it’s in his nature to be kind, an innate trait the boy grew with, perhaps it was the mere fact of his mother’s pure hatred towards the humans that led him to be the exact opposite, but the young man isn’t to be confused for an individual who isn’t plagued by the world’s sins. No, Vernon is just a man who has seen his own inner darkness, faced it, and now, does not run from it when he encounters it in others. In some ways, he had the potential to be the strongest of the Beaumont family and led their coven like his cousin, Eve, was raised to be - his intensity, drive, and brilliant visionary dreams combined with his innate leadership skills, the charisma, and the profound sense of self (including the eccentric lack of interest in conforming to what other people think) is stuff of which great, powerful witches are made of.

However, the young witch has much to learn about politics, knowing who is an appropriate object of trust and who is not trustworthy, knowing when to keep his mouth shut, and knowing when to avoid acting on impulse in order to use a situation to it’s best advantage. Fatherless at the age of eight, orphan at the young age of twelve after the murder of his mother by a rivaling coven of witches, Vernon has dealt with the loss of both his parents strangely. He searched for success and victory soon after, proclaiming if he did so, the honor would be for his deceased parents. He held strong and blocked out the pain, held his head high and said it didn’t matter. But the pain still came, still lived inside his ever present mind. The memories came and went all at once. They resurfaced and presented themselves explicitly in the back of his mind.

He recounted every smile. Every frown. Every touch and every kiss his mother gave him. During a period of his life, Vernon lost sight of himself and those around him. Alcohol, drugs, sex; he became addicted to a life he never planned for himself. He was in so damn deep that he was not so sure he could claw his way out. He had made mistakes, he’ll be the first to admit it. Too many to count, too many to repair. Mistakes that could have been prevented, that should have never happened. Luckily his aunt had made a proposition in secret to her dearest nephew, wanting him and another to follow her estranged daughter to Brakebills. Vernon was told that he was only to watch her move but he can tell there’s something more. Something beyond even his aunt’s orders. But the witch is now in a place where he doesn’t dwell on things too much, or the world’s ugliness, but instead, he searches for the light inside everyone and everything. He searches for hope. Because it is the only thing stronger than fear.

CONNECTIONS

✗ Salem Sinclair - The accident prone Sinclair son was the little brother Vernon never had - because the little brother he did have didn’t have a list of people they BOTH had to avoid. He hadn’t been the easiest friend to grow up with, but in away the two are one in the same. Vernon saw himself in Salem, and when addiction, neglect of self, abuse became of regular occurrence to them in their teen years all they had was one another. He can definitely say he trusts Salem with his life. Moving to Brakebills has bonded them further but there is an odd gleam in his friend’s eyes. One he’s seen before but won’t dare to verbalize his worries just yet.

✗ Selena Ivy - Growing in New York City as a witch had too many perks to count. The city was practically built with magic, witches there could just… Be. Vernon & Eve had two different upbringings even though they had come from the same family coven. While him and the rest of the children practiced magic in Central Park under powerful charms, Eve practiced in a secluded, dimly lit room with only two books as her company. No one knew why. Sure she had triggered her powers very early but so have others in the past. What was so special about her? Now, a secret watcher for his coven, he leads a double life in order to see that his cousin never finds her way back to her family.

✗  Angelo Viana - Vernon had always been good with his words. A sly talker, it was once his greatest strength & worked flawlessly with his classmates in high school  - add underage drinking and Vernon was practically a king. So, when he first encountered Angelo, the other witch had been distraught beyond words. Honestly, he had no idea what to say or what to do except to do what he knew best. Talk. He talked for ages it seemed, about anything and anyone and everything in between because he wasn’t sure what they would’ve done if he stopped talking. He’s kept a close relationship with them now although still doesn’t know much about them. About the day they had met. He’s grown rather fond of them too but, in a relationship so close yet so guarded, what could flourish from that?

His face claim is Zayn Malik and he’s currently being played by Nina.

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OVERVIEW

Specie: Vampire, Affinity to Water (Untriggered)

Full Name: Patience Gatley

Birthday & Age: March 1st, 1992 / 20 (25)

Rank: Progeny

Occupation: Server @ Safe House

Neighborhood: Mercer Apartments, 2 bed 1 bath - lives with Troy Hale

Residency Status: 28 days

Sexual Orientation: Up To Player

PERSONALITY & QUIRKS

+ persuasive, simple, youthful, & alert

- prim, desperate, indulgent, & asocial

BIOGRAPHY

There’s something spine-tingling about someone who could kill, maim, and destroy, but chooses to do good. If you think about it, it’s actually why most villains are more lovable than heroes in books and they’re not lovable only because they’re flawed, powerful, cunning or charming, but also because they are not just black and white; they are an entire color spectrum. They’re real, like us. We don’t relate to the hero’s brawny way of dealing with things. We don’t always do the right thing. We don’t flash sparkly teeth and we don’t trust, no, we lie, we betray, we fume, we keep secrets, we get selfish. We relate to villains because they’re inherently part of ourselves. They reflect the complexities in our mind, because like them, we constantly have urges to overthrow logic and sanity. Like them, we have weaknesses. And at the end of the day, as much as we love villains, we hate to see them conquer, because we feel that them winning shows that the bad side within us has the power to corrupt. And this side, ranging in diversity, is the one Patience Gatley has fought with for most of her life. Because she knew if she glimpsed into it just one bit, let it consume just a fraction of her pure soul, she knew it would consume her whole.

Daughter of a prestigious Baptist pastor, she was to have the life of her mother when she reached the age of maturity. Marry an upcoming pastor, birth children to please her husband and the Lord, and be the best wife she could be. But Patience always had an eccentric taste, a wild imagination that couldn’t be sustained by living a life of commands and pleasing only others, never herself. So she ran away from home at a tender age of sixteen, a distant relative giving her shelter until she was to become of age. She left her one true love behind but was keen on keeping in touch, sending letters daily; a back-and-forth action that lasted until the two wed on Patience’s eighteenth birthday.

After a week or so of morning kisses, breakfast in bed, and nights full of pationate sex, Maven’s job came knocking at their door, taking Patience with it. He was a witch hunter coming from a long line of same-minded relatives in the trade; an insane secret that he had told her very early on in their relationship. And to some degree, she understood his line of work and didn’t bother to feel burdened by it. But they were married then, she wanted to spend her days with him on their couch, not seating outside on their porch hoping for him to come back alive. In the end, that’s exactly what she did. Until Alistair’s job came looking for her in order to get a little pay-back for her husband’s many fatalities.

No matter, she has learned not to blame herself nor anyone else for her outcome. She can only blame her maker, a woman who took her humanity just to avenge her husband; at least she thinks it’s a woman; the night in which she was bitten comes as a blur, making it hard to decipher specific details. Meeting a vamp she has met along the way has led her to conjure up enough willpower to remember some pieces of the night she was bitten, but very little and not enough to find out just exactly came after her. A little obsessive over the matter, Patience’s sole purpose now is to find out who her maker. Why? Closure… Maybe? She’s not sure. But in reality, it’s only to distract her from the real problem. Her thirst and her inability to think of her husband in any way aside from draining him of his blood. She has kept her distance, made sure to never cross paths with him, but sooner or later, they will and she has no idea what will happen then. Will they hug and kiss in bliss or will her hidden fangs be Alistair’s downfall?

CONNECTIONS

✗ Alistair Gatley - How is one supposed to avoid the person who once held your heart so tight and close to their own? Who didn’t necessary mirror your emotions, but they understood them so much you never felt you even needed to speak? But for once, their romance lies only in Patience’s lap. She sees him almost daily, and everyday she’s tempted to just running into his arms and fuck the consequences. But her control of her bloodlust isn’t up to par with her standards, considering her vampire partner has had to hide three bodies Patience couldn’t ungrip her fangs from.

✗ Troy Hale - The Hale vampire wasn’t her first choice, surely wouldn’t have been her last. But after getting a lead on the woman who turned her, she needed someone stronger than her. Like kindred hearts however, Patience f e l t it in her heart Troy would be the perfect person for the job. Could she end the life of her maker? Her nature has been distorted beyond measure, she no longer recognizes herself at times. Strangely though Troy’s company soothes that part of herself, reminding her that this life was forced upon her and she’s simply doing the best she can.

Her face claim is Zoë Kravitz and she’s currently open.

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OVERVIEW

Specie: Witch

Full Name: Salem Sinclair

Birthday & Age: November 25th, 1994 / 23

Level: Favoured Soul

Occupation: Trust Fund Baby

Neighborhood: Mercer Apartments, 2 bed 1 bath - lives with Vernon Beaumount

Residency Status: 1 year

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

PERSONALITY & QUIRKS

+ understanding, diligent, charismatic, & frank

- vain, bone-idle, belligerent, & indiscreet

BIOGRAPHY

tw: suicide mention

He leaned forward slowly, very slowly as if he was giving the man a glimpse of a chance to escape what was about to come, or perhaps to make sure his motive and the man’s were in harmony. He sighed in contentment, his arms tightening around the blonde’s waist as he captured the man’s lips with his. Somewhere in the endless spinning of eternity that one, tiny, fraction of a second where their lips met was entirely lost. The night was more than memorable. Salem needed someone to remind him not jump too high into anything. Because that night was not memorable. It was life-changing. And through most of the young man’s life, “life-changing” was anything but foreign to him. It was life-changing when his mother divorced his father only to marry a woman two weeks later. It was life-changing when his mother, after going to South Korea with her newly wedded wife, came back to her son with a surprise; an adopted daughter. But it was definitely life-changing when he had a dream of his mother pulling the trigger of the gun set against the temple of her head the night before her suicide.

Salem Sinclair nestled his chin on the man’s shoulder and sighed. Born and raised in New York, New York, Salem always had always had an eerie feeling at the tip of his toes that he was different. Not in terms of his sexual orientation or even his mother’s marriage. In fact, his childhood had been pretty normal. He watched the same generic television shows his classmates watched, hung out with his neighborhood friends, and had the same mind most seven year old children had at that time. But there were instances where a déjà vu moment turned into more than just a repetitive feeling. Visions and dreams of the possible future had been a curse and a blessing given to Salem by an ancestry unknown to either him or his immediate family. That’s why he decided to take on an auction guest’s outlook on life. For them, every moment, every opportunity, every event is treated like their last, like life or death, like do or die.

They’re all like rebellious teenagers, dreaming as if they’d live forever, living as if they might perish the very next minute. Especially for that moment when their desirable treasure comes on the stage. Never once in his life had the man felt important, significant in a oh-so large universe. Empty and worthless, Salem took every opportunity he got to feel something - anything. In high school, Salem fell dangerously in love with any guy who would just notice him. A simple “Hi!” would send the poor soul head-over-heels. He hated himself for having a shallow-thinking mind and for being so sickly optimistic. But he couldn’t help himself. Salem craved, and still craves, attention from men, the embrace, the warmth that comes with being in close contact with another being. But apparently, everything around him seems to mock him in derision of failure.

Salem has now taken the role of the many men he has slept with. Cold, distant, and abrasive. But inside the polished shell he has created, exists the same old self-conscious man who desires nothing more than to be in peace with himself others. To add to his early “mid-life crisis”, the visions he had once lost have started to pace back into his mind, digging themselves in and creating a home deep inside his head. And with a mission to keep watch of the shunned witch, Selena Ivy, they have now turned somehow more eerie than usual, as if he his eyes have been fogged with ignorance. Salem feels he will finally receive the answers to questions he had kept bottled up for many years.

CONNECTIONS

✗ Vernon Beaumount - They are yin and yang, night and day, what Salem lacked yet Vernon would make up for. What Vernon didn’t have the guts to do, Salem would step in and do the dirty deed for him. A balance they have kept since they were mere children, Salem will follow Vernon till the depths of the Earth. He was the first to tell him he wasn’t a freak for his visions, Vernon not only led him to back to his coven to train him but also personally helped him overcome his visions. But Salem still is the little younger brother Vernon never had. As they watch over the Ivy witch for their coven back home, Salem’s not sure if the efforts will pay off in the end. His “dreams” have only gotten worse and the deaths of a few selected has crossed his mind.

His face claim is Daniel Sharman and he’s currently being played by Cinnamon.

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[mournfulminds]

If it's possible, Maeve is as stunning as when Mercer left her a year and a half ago, which it is, because the nurse is tangible proof and somehow even more so as she is greeted with those brown doe-like eyes that make her go weak in the knees. She chalks it up to her "accident", or her mother's as she tears her look away and clears her throat in order to cut some of the tension she feels falling over them.

"Oh no? As I recall, we both quite enjoyed all the methods it took for me to get you to do things. But you're right, how will I ever know if they still work if I don't at least, try?" She retorts as she finally lets go of Maeve, seating herself back on the edge of the bed so a proper checkup can commence, and maybe she can get the hell out of here. Preferably before her mother returns to witness whatever was happening here. Already taking off her top layer, the blonde is left in a cream-coloured satin shirt that flows with her as she leans back. "My mom got in an accident, I guess I blacked out and she brought me here. I feel fine, if I promise a follow-up in a couple days, will you let me go? How have you been lately? It's been a while. Long shift or just starting one?"

it was already a fairly busy day at the hospital, maeve having to take care of several patients at a time. she was exhausted and definitely looking forward to when she'd be able to go home and drink the stress away with a nice bottle of red wine. her shift was almost over too, seeing as she had made the smart decision not to work the night shift. she wasn't a masochist - not fully anyway. but just when she thinks she's close to having a break, she's sent to another room to check on the newest patient. maeve doesn't know what to expect but she definitely doesn't expect to see a familiar face - one that makes her heart skip a beat.

"hey, you," maeve smiles, unable to help herself. she's overwhelmed with memories - both good and bad but mostly good. she holds onto mercer after that, mostly to make sure she doesn't end up collapsing and also because she wanted to make sure this was real. "seeing as i'm your nurse, you can still try to bribe me. can't promise that it'll work much, mercer gatley." back then, mercer could tell maeve to do whatever she wanted and she'd do it without hesitation. but things were different now and maeve still had a job to keep. but the longer she's in the other woman's presence, it's easy for maeve to forget.