#hollywoodundead.bio

[inkyblackheart]

ISOBEL LUTHER, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER, BISEXUAL, 43 is a HUMAN TURNED VAMPIRE in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble INDIA EISLEY. This one is known to be CHARMING but can be STUBBORN. They work as a MODEL. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame.

Isobel was always pretty. The type of pretty that made heads turn, made people stare, and attracted attention - especially negative attention. Her parents being hippies who cared more about what they could do for the community than about what they could do for their children, Isobel suffered sexual abuse and harassment at the hands of countless people. She never had a stable environment as they were constantly moving around in their van, and her parents gave anything and everything that was asked of them, including the innocence of their children, so long as it furthered their reputation. The only thing she really had in the world was her older brother who was always trying to protect her and teach her things, until they met Ava and her parents.

Ava was a girl about her age who lived in a neighborhood her parents camped out in. She was the opposite of Isobel in every way - blonde hair where Isobel had black, an only child where Isobel had Anthony, loving parents where Isobel had negligence, and most importantly a home when Isobel had nothing. Isobel and Anthony flocked to them, both for different reasons of course, and unlike the other kids with whom Isobel had had brief interactions Ava never judged her or made her feel unwelcome. They became sisters. Despite this there was nothing they could do or say to console her when her flesh and blood sibling left her there one day and never returned. Sure, she loved Ava, and she loved the parents who adopted her almost immediately, but they weren’t Anthony. he abandoned her.

Fast forward a few years. Isobel is pretty and she’s popular and she’s got a loving family and nobody really remembers her tragic origin story anymore, except for her. Everything is almost good again. She can almost ignore the gaping hole her brother left when he ripped out her heart when suddenly her friends are all into this new artist. At first she thinks nothing of it. Sure, the music is good, and she can see the appeal, but the more she had heard of him the more achingly familiar he felt - after all, What kind of sister would she be if she didn’t recognize her own brother? All too quickly Isobel went from mildly interested to total fangirl, and from total fangirl to creepily obsessed. Her family did everything they could to convince her that the man on tv was not her brother, that was impossible. They banned her from listening to him further, taking her to therapy three times a week instead of one, even bringing her to her dead brothers grave, but something in her always knew Anthony wasn’t buried there. Eventually it became too much. Isobel knew she was never going to get any closer to the truth as long as she stuck around so she left her family behind much the same way she had been left.

It wasn’t hard to set out on her own. She still attracted attention anywhere she went, only now she knew how to use it to her advantage, manipulating men and women alike into a place to stay or food to eat. She started to make her way into the right crowds, getting noticed by modeling agencies and making a new name for herself, ditching her last name for something with more flair but keeping her first name. When her brother hears that name she wants him to know it’s her and that she made it without him.

She didn’t think that things would happen so fast when she received the card. The card didn’t even give any useful information. Sure, something weird was going on considering she was positive her brother who had been dead and buried was touring around the world, but vampires and eternal fame? That was movie stuff. When she was offered the contract she didn’t even think twice. Fame was nice, great even, and she would’ve taken the offer regardless, but more importantly this was the best way to get to her brother and she would do anything for that, including taking the blood of Estelle and Cressida and pledging her allegiance to them.

[ares-vallas]

ARES VALLAS, MALE, HE/HIM, BISEXUAL, 653 is a PURE VAMPIRE in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble RICHARD MADDEN. This one is known to be INTELLIGENT but can be CRUEL. They work as a OWNER OF CRIMSON PAPYRUS PUBLISHING. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame.

Ares was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. The firstborn to Vallas royalty, the little prince never lacked for anything. He would spend his childhood riding horses, going on adventures and learning how to hunt. Of course, being a prince meant there was boring duties as well, especially as he got older. He had to learn business and how to conduct himself as a Vallas. He quickly found that he had a knack for the business part, though. It was during these years that he discovered his love of reading, as well. He would devour every book in the Vallas library, only to reread them all when he finished.

If there was one thing that he lacked, perhaps, it was attention – and love – from his mother. It wasn’t that she was ever cruel to him, she just usually couldn’t be bothered with him. So, Ares did anything he could to try to please her, to gain her favor. He would bring her little presents, drawings as a small child, game he had hunted when he was older. But he never quite seemed to get the love he so desperately wanted from her. She only really loved her lover, Yelena. Yelena felt little love for the young boy either, so Ares got most of his affection from his father. It wasn’t what he wanted, but it would have to do.

While his father taught him business, his mother taught him ruthlessness, superiority, and the desire for power.

Named after a God, Ares was quick to develop a complex in which he believes he is better than anyone – with the exception of his mother.

His father started to tire of his role as a king as Ares became an adult, and he would often delegate tasks to his son. Ares didn’t mind doing them, but the boredom that his father felt rubbed off on their relationship, made it strained. It clearly had the same effect on his parents’ relationship, the two of them arguing more often than when he had been a child.

About one hundred years after his own birth, his first sibling came along. Ares was torn. He didn’t like the thought of having to share his parents’ attention, but he was – something he would not admit to anyone – lonely and the idea of a sibling, of an equal, was admittedly not all bad.

With Kanopia’s carelessness for her children, and with her often being away with Yelena, Ares oversaw a lot of Theodora’s upbringing. He started to grow restless in the Vallas estate, however, and longed to explore the world like his parents had. So, once Theodora was old enough to take care of herself, he left home.

He quickly found that, like his mother and her lover, he thrived during war. Perhaps it was his destiny, being named after the God of War. He loved being able to slaughter mindlessly without repercussions, to drink as much and as deeply as he wanted without having to dispose of the bodies. He traveled all over Europe, visited all the libraries it had to offer, bedded many creatures, and killed just as many. He would have likely stayed there for an even longer time, if it had not been for the news that reached him that his father was dead.

Learning that Kanopia had killed her husband because he bored her installed fear in Ares, a feeling entirely unfamiliar to him. He who had never been afraid of anything, now feared a similar fate. He has never voiced this concern to his mother, but has done everything he can to please her, to keep her happy and content, since – even more so than he already did as a child.

While he’s had many lovers over the years, Ares has never been in an actual relationship. After seeing how his parents’ marriage ended, he’s unsure whether he believes in love, and besides, he has been engaged to the oldest Charbonneau daughter for as far back as he can remember. He doesn’t really mind the engagement, as he has no plans to marry elsehow, and he knows it’s a good match politically. As long as his fiancée lets him sleep around, he’s happy.

Back home in America, Ares knew that he couldn’t just fight and fuck for the rest of his remaining days. Remembering he had a knack for business and an appetite for literature, he decided to combine the two which is how Crimson Papyrus Publishing came to stand. With the connections his family held, it was easy to make the publishing company a household name in no time.

A younger brother followed, but this time, Ares was too busy with his own life, too tired, to help raise the child and he never quite connected to him as much as he had to Theodora. Though Ares has always held love and respect for his family – at least the people he considers his real family.

He was upset when his family was extended with ex-humans and wards, thinking that neither deserved to be associated with the vampire name. According to him, only pure vampires were worthy and so he has always had a strained relationship with both his ex-human siblings and the Vallas wards. Over time, he has started to tolerate them, though, finding that especially Linus was someone he could appreciate.

With the increasing hunter activity in the east, as well as the rising power of the Charbonneau’s in the west, his mother decided to send her children to Hollywood. And while Ares was not keen on upping his life, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. He opened a branch of Crimson Papyrus in Los Angeles, the publishing company growing even larger. Under the Charbonneau’s rule now, he’s trying to learn how to navigate believing himself to be the best yet having to serve a family that he barely knows, aside from the many stories he’s heard.

Random facts:

Has a pair of real angel wings on display at his home in Hollywood (he brought them with him from New York) that he definitely obtained by shady means

Is a mama’s boy through and through

Don’t even try to nickname him, he is Ares only

Cares a lot about fashion and always dresses nicely

Always seen with a book in hand

Like his brother, he’s a fuckboi, but he’d like to believe he has more class than Linus does

Smokes too much

Many tattoos

Was good friends with a lot of great writers throughout history

Finds it unlikely he’ll ever be king, as it would require someone to kill Kanopia and he doesn’t believe anyone can

[louhowls]

LUCIA “LOU” GALLO, FEMALE , SHE/HER, HOMOSEXUAL, 93 years old is a WEREWOLF in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble KATE SIEGEL. This one is known to be PRAGMATIC but can be CAUTIOUS. They work as a TECH DEVELOPER AND ASSISTANT FOR MYSTIC MEG. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame.

I.

Lucia the werewolf was born to one wonderful and free-spirited Chiara Gallo. She was welcomed with open arms into the world by two of the most loving beings in the world, Chiara and who Chiara at the time thought was her mate: Carys Baro. The two were beyond happy to be able to raise a pup and keep building their life together, even if things weren’t sailing as smoothly as they wanted.

II.

Turns out, both Carys and Chiara were unknowingly Alphas and just could not get in sync. Neither one of them would submit, they loved each other with everything they had but they were constantly fighting, aggression would run rampant and it would spiral and become almost unbearable during full moons and whenever they were in their wolf forms. They thought Lucia’s arrival would fix things, the child they so desired but it just made things worse. Chiara’s hormones escalated things: they got even more territorial and irritable. A pregnant wolf was one thing, but a wolf protecting her pup? That was an entire new nightmare. She’d barely let Carys close to her, let alone the baby and the fights got even more bloody and insane.

III.

As Lucia – who chooses to go by Lou, gained some awareness, her mothers fights just got more vicious even if the love was still there. They tried bonding and that was when the truth came crashing down: they were both Alphas and they would likely never work in the way they wanted. While cruel, it was nature. But for the sake of Lou, one last Hail Mary effort was done to stay together.

IV.

Lou was a toddler, she did not understand. Mama sung to her in Italian and Mami sung to her in Spanish, and both were equally beautiful and vital and necessary. They might have been night and day, but she was a wolf and she needed them both. The sight of them all bloodied and agitated rattled Lou to her core and became a formative memory in ways she wouldn’t understand until she was a fully formed adult; influencing her personality and behavior. 

V.

There were one too many close calls for Carys and Chiara around Lou, when their little girl would walk out looking for them in the middle of their raging scuffles and the two enraged werewolves barely noticed the tiny little thing. It was too dangerous and it had to stop. That was when Chiara took the most drastic measure and left Carys in the middle of the night. It was devastating but necessary and they tried to make the separation as amicable as they could for Lou, but things were very painful for Carys and the relationship that could have been was just never the same.

VI.

Lou and Chiara were an inseparable duo and Chiara would take her young pup all over the world in her eclectic lifestyle. The little girl grew up amongst artists and hippies and revolutionary thinkers. It wasn’t really the ideal environment for a child, but Chiara made it work. And it definitely rewarded Lou with a vast understanding of the world around her, a wisdom beyond her years and an open mind. Though there was always a lingering desire to just stay put for a little bit longer, to be less transient, to be more stable. It made her a little anxious having such little control over her future but she was definitely a mama’s girl and being without Chiara seemed like an impossible idea.

VII.

As Lou grew and Mystic Meg got more settled in Los Angeles, self discovery and growth got easier. Being closer to Carys and local werewolves made Lou feel like she had something to prove, like she wasn’t doing something right. She was too soft, too attached to her mother. She loved helping out with the show and creating the illusions but shouldn’t she have her own identity too? A little reluctantly, Lou decided to pursue something that up until now had just been a casual hobby. She had always been good with machines and processes and general understanding of things, technology was easy. Numbers and science were easy because they followed rules and had easy fixes. Every equation just has to have an explanation and a fix. Nothing ends up like a family torn apart because two Alphas together just had no solution.

VIII.

Somehow, she ended in CalTech. It was a joyous occasion and Lou did not fit in but she was so happy at an achievement that felt so very hers. She made friends. She partied. She discovered that she was indeed very gay and thus started a long cycle of love and heartbreak, girlfriends and flings that while painful just added more experience and normalcy to her life. Like her mom, Lou was a charmer, a smooth talker, and she knew how to be liked. Life was normal, she was growing into her own, strengthening her identity while trying to keep up with her wolf. Even though it seemed like she’d never amount to half as much as either one of her moms.

IX.

Graduating top of her class, Lou did not hesitate and started grad school right away. She was helping Chiara out with her shows, using her knowledge in tech to develop ways to improve her business. A full on science nerd, the young werewolf loved tampering with devices and the digital world to perpetuate the Mystic Meg illusions. But as a wolf she kinda still felt like a puppy, running after her mom, doing what was expected, shying away from the unknown. That was when she got the perfect opportunity to grow some more backbone; a scholarship to get her PhD at the Polytechnic University of Milan, all the way across the pond in Italy.

X.

Getting in touch with her Italian roots in the ancestral country was a dream and while homesick, Lou blossomed into a stronger werewolf. More confident, secure and feeling like she could do anything. But her presence also got noticed by a local pack of werewolves, a kind of which she had never met before. They were strict, fierce, ruthless and above it all, incredibly traditional. They saw supernaturals and especially werewolves as the superior species and would engage in practices that would range from terrorizing locals to disappearing them for no reason. Lou was oddly fascinated by them and when they decided to let her tag along with them, she made the mistake of ignoring her concerns and red flags about them.

XI.

Slowly, Lou alienated herself from her life back in Los Angeles. She started being less invested in her studies and her life revolved in following around this pack of werewolf supremacists. It was Fenna, the Alpha who took a special liking to Lou, saw potential in her power, her brain and her pedigree and was hellbent on making the young wolf her omega. But Lou was on the fence, she liked belonging but the way this pack did things was wrong. It went against everything her family had taught her and more than likely she was going to disappoint them. 

XII.

Time and time again, Lou refused to bond with Fenna and the older werewolf did not take her rejection kindly. She already had a volatile temperament but Lou’s indecision made her even more aggressive. She became emotionally and physically abusive, leaving Lou in shambles at night, only for her to be visibly healed in the morning and the cycle could start back up. But Lou’s mind was a mess, she was scared and so very ashamed of the pattern she had fallen in and she did not have the courage to call her mom and ask for help. That was until her fear got so bad that she almost lost control of her wolf in the middle of a crowded piazza in broad daylight while thinking Fenna was about to pounce. The sight of children playing and families laughing that she could have harmed was too much. A couple of days later, she was calling Chiara for help and then she was back in LA.

XIII.

In someways it felt like she was back where she began, in others, Lou felt like a completely different being. She was again latched to her mother and the world around her had lost its wonder. There was no more sense of invincibility, for all intents and purposes she considered herself a failure. Facing her family was incredibly hard and she still felt like Fenna was going to show up and hurt her at every chance (even though Chiara had dealt with her). But after hitting rock bottom, maybe the only way was up. 

XIV.

Lou stepped in as her mother’s assistant again, being more knowledgeable now about how to use her talents to boost it even more. Work kept her demons at bay, so she also became a freelance tech developer for several large companies around the city. Not long after came her little black card and she followed her mothers into The Society without skipping a beat. She needed more purpose, she had always wanted to be in the know and this was the perfect opportunity. She pledged loyalty and her abilities to the Queens, who in the era of technology saw her useful. Lou is constantly helping out with the digital cloaking of their supernatural world and more recently, putting her efforts into surveillance and identification of the hunters.

XVII.

Bold, suave and quick-witted Lou is on the path of finding herself yet again. Her mind is still a mess of paranoia, some PTSD and fear but when the fog clears and she can see herself and things clearly, she quite likes what she sees. Her family especially keeps her moving forward since she wants to be strong enough to protect them, be an asset and somebody they can be proud of. She just has to keep moving forward.

[witchyxdraven]

DRAVEN LAVOIE, FEMALE, SHE/HER, PANSEXUAL, 24 is a WITCH in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble DOVE CAMERON. This one is known to be DETERMINED but can be RECLUSIVE. They work as a PASTRY CHIEF. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame.

Full name: Draven Lavoie  Age: 25 years old  Birthday: 31st of October 1995 Species: Witch 

Draven was born in Quebec, Canada before her mother moved to a small town in Montana with her as a baby 

Her father never showed up to the hospital when her mother was giving birth and Draven have never met him 

What she doesn’t know is that he and her mother were both witches, passing their aptitude for magic to her. Her mother had ceased to use her magic for many years before Draven was born, and had planned on telling her daughter what she was when she felt like she was old enough

She was a wily and playful child with her own mind who loved to be creative and wasn’t afraid to stand out 

Her mother never remarried, raising her daughter as a single mother in a small town in an old house that had originally been built as a hunting cabin which her parents gifted her when she told them she wanted to leave Canada and start fresh 

Growing up Draven had a few friends here and there but she was never popular yet well liked 

Mostly she was seen as a little weird and quirky because when she was upset or feeling any strong emotion, weird things would happen to the weather around her, more specifically the wind would shift and create small situations, sometimes accidents

Yet Draven always thought it was just coincidental and never thought more of it afterwards 

Her mom worked as a nurse and struggled to make ends meet, so they were always behind on bills and short on food 

Draven didn’t much like Montana but it was all she knew and when she graduated at 19 she had absolutely no idea what to do with her life

As a lot of teens in the small town had done before her, she found a job at a cafe and helped her mom out with the bills 

Draven’s mother had always planned on telling her about their magical heritage but seeing her daughter so immersed in the human world she constantly postponed the talk

A year later, when Draven was 20, her mother died in a fatal car accident. Without having had the chance to tell Draven about her magic

Draven had spent most of the year both helping out and saving money for a trip to Los Angeles with two of her best friends 

Because she and her mom had struggled financially for so long, the bank demanded their house as payment, leaving Draven without a home 

Her friends convinced her to come on their LA trip after the very small and modest funeral, and while Draven really was in no state to go, she let them convince her that it was a good idea

The girl had been about 48 hours in LA before she had a meltdown on a street corner, missing her mom so badly she felt like she couldn’t breathe, creating a small storm

Eleanor Charbonneau was there, quickly learning trough conversation that Draven was a stray without a home or a family, though finding the girl more than a little appealing and her lack of ties to anyone else beneficial as she could easily find use for a witch loyal to her alone. A witch that she could take under her wing and use for what she or her mothers saw fit in the future. 

She was the one to take Draven to see her mothers to learn what she was. An untrained air witch

Pledging her undying loyalty to The Society in exchange for protection, Draven was suddenly an active member of a supernatural community she had never known existed.

Eleanor found a competent, much older and experienced witch to help Draven learn how to use her magic and how to do witchcraft, the supreme of the Society’s coven of witches, Alix Figueroa. Draven has been eagerly learning all she can ever since.

Fairly fast Draven found herself drawn to the woman who had decided to take her under her wing, and before she knew it she was Eleanors pet, owing her life to her and learning new things about the supernatural world, her own powers and the vampires

Truth be told Draven couldn’t say she minded any of it. Eleanor had given her a home, helped her figure out what she was and wanted to do for a career; which they quickly figured out was baking and pastry, and she had given Draven a purpose as her pet

Its been four years since she went from being what she thought was a regular human girl, to a witch and pet to a daughter to the powerful vampires running LA 

And while there has been some bumps along the way, Draven loves her life and can’t imagine it without Eleanor in it.

There’s no one she is more loyal to and at the end of the day, Eleanor’s opinion is the one that matters to Draven, no one else’s. 

She’s recently been gifted a little bakery of her own by Eleanor and is working non stop to prove she can make the wheels of a business go round 

Draven is witty and kind, but she is a bit of a recluse who prefers her own company or the company of only close friends

She used to be a real punk girl and still listens to the music a lot when she bakes or can go to a concert here and there, but her style had to severely change when she met Eleanor 

Still she’s been allowed to dress closer to her own style for the past year, spurting darker colors of red and green but with cool patterns. Upscale punk is what she jokingly calls it.

Draven speaks french fluently as her mother primarily spoke french to her at home, making her bilingual.

She’s a very loyal friend who stands up for the people she loves in a heartbeat 

Her bratty mouth has gotten her in quite a bit of trouble here and there long before she met Eleanor. And while it is something she didn’t consider too much before she has learned to never disrespect Ele or the royal family in public, though she and her mistress have slightly different rules behind closed doors when it’s just the two of them. 

she is wide open for connections and all the plots please come bug me!! 

[siren-mephite]

Beware the Song of the Sea

MEPHITE ‘MEMPHIS’, MALE, HIM/HIS, PANSEXUAL, 450 is a SIREN in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble JASON MOMOA. This one is known to be PROUD but can be CRUEL. They work as a HEAD OF SECURITY AT THE CHARBONNEAU ESTATE. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society  

Born over four hundred years ago in the waters of the Tyrrhenian sea, to Lorelei and her husband Edmar, chieftain of their tribe. He is the oldest of eight children and the lone male.

Growing up, war broke out between two opposing tribes with Mephite’s being victorious, forcing the other tribe to relocate to the more harsher and colder Norwegian seas. At the time, Mephite did not know that he had met his future wife, the eldest daughter of the opposing tribe, Calypso.

Like many others of his kind, he enjoyed exploring the open seas, watching as the women of his tribe would ensnare sailors with their beautiful voices, leading them to their eventual doom where they were killed by Mephite and others in his tribe. Mephite took great pleasure, ending the sailors lives, most which were human, to him the cause of many problems in the world.

Humans had been overfishing the oceans for decades, almost driving most species, including sirens to extinction. To him, the world would be better off without humans. For many years, Mephite had no real desire to go on land, to him, the ocean was where he belonged and felt most free.

As the first born and only son of his family, it was his responsibility, to marry and find himself a good match, which came in form of the eldest daughter of the tribe, his own had chased out all those years ago. It was a political match, not one built on love, it had brought peace back between the two tribes. Mephite had a duty to perform, to ensure there was a heir to be chief when he passes. Calypso and Mephite did have one child together. However it was a daughter and that could not do, Mephite needed to have a son so his lineage could live on.

Mephite was eager to sire another heir, preferably a male but despite his insistence, Calypso left him and the tribe and ventured toward land. Mephite unlike his stray wife, had no desire to go onto land, but he knew that he had a duty to his tribe to sire a male heir.

For a couple of decades, Mephite tracked his wife, bouncing from one security job to the next under the human sounding name 'Memphis', the job a natural fit for him due to his size and bulk. He would only move on when people around him began to suspect him, a man who looked the same as the day he first arrived.

The years wore on and he was no closer to finding his wife until when he came back to the motel room, finding a card stuck in the door, inviting him to Hollywood. Mephite examined the card, drawing the conclusion, that Hollywood would likely be the place he would find his wayward wife.

Upon his arrival in Hollywood, he was brought before two vampire women who offered him a job as head of security of their estate in exchange for his loyalty. Mephite obliged, quickly signing the contract with only one request for the Vampire Queens. Help him find his wife. They directed him to a talent agency in town where after years of searching, he had found her and he could fulfil his duty at last.

[vampirexartist]

KELLAN NOX, MALE, HE/HIM, PANSEXUAL, 160 is a EX HUMAN VAMPIRE in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble BEN BARNES. This one is known to be INTELLIGENT but can be SLY. They work as THE CO-OWNER OF BLACK DAHLIA TATTOO. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame.

Kellan grew up in a upper class family in Oxford, England. 

His parents were aristocrats that heavily despised the rise of the Labor government as England turned from the rule of the monarchy to establishing a working government

Growing up Kellan was left much to his own devices. His parents hired nannies and servants to look after him, and he never lacked for anything. Though as he grew, he was quite eager to gain their pride and approval

Until he was thirty, he lived a fairly human, and for his time, normal life. While he was a talented artist, a painter, he put his own ambitions aside to appease his father. Studying Law and becoming an accomplished Lawyer got him a long way. Marrying at 19 to a respectable, high society girl and having two children ensured his parents could not fault him in the least.

In his thirty first year, his son died in whats since been referred to as the Great Blizzard, a huge storm that hit Britain’s south coast and caused 14 ships to sink, taking over 200 lives. Kellan was angry, grieving, and the emotional turmoil had him slacking off at work and drinking heavily. It also made him stray from his wife, intrigued by a beautiful woman he met at one of the bars in town, striking up an affair with her that lasted for almost six months.

He had no idea that his newfound love was a vampire, nor that she felt strongly enough for him to decide to turn him without his knowledge. Of course he was furious at her, after the initial weeks of adjusting to being a vampire. Yet he was suddenly introduced to a new world, and he needed her support and care.

For almost three years, Kellan was able to balance being a vampire and still keep his human life. His love was greatly angered by his unwillingness to let his wife and daughter go, insisting that he was a danger to them and that it would not end well.

And it did not. One evening, his wife accidentally cut her elbow and underarm preparing dinner, and Kellan was overwhelmed with bloodlust. He drained her dry, and his daughter watched as he did so. After that he had no choice but to flee with his lover, as the police put a warrant out for his arrest.

Since then Kellan has lived the vampiric life to the fullest. Drinking whenever he wants, fucking like there is no tomorrow and pursuing his passions within art. He’s sold his paintings all over Europe, followed the trends and done street art and tattoo work. He’s also helped other artists by showing and selling their art.

Almost ten years after his wife’s death, Kellan’s daughter reappeared in his life. She had been searching for her father, realizing that something was not right after the initial shock of watching her mother die had worn off. Incredibly happy to see her alive and well, and tired of the lies he’d previously felt forced to tell, Kellan revealed everything to her. Ending with the offer to turn her if that was something she’d want, now or later.

In the end his daughter also choose immortality and they spent a great deal of time together. They still do and avidly stay in touch over the years. When they are together, Kellan makes sure to be on his best behavior, hiding his filth and depravity from her because he can’t stand the thought of his little girl thinking less of him as a father.

When Kellan decided to settle in Hollywood and was offered a contract with the Charbonneau’s, he signed it knowing being in the Society would be mutually beneficial for both parties. He didn’t ask for anything for himself. But rather for protection for his daughter. Unlike the common man, Kellan has a great fortune accumulated from the founds his parents gave him when he married, and the work he’s done over the decades. He wants for nothing, and because of it he can seem rather snobbish and arrogant at times. In his mind, most of the world is beneath him and there are no rules for someone like him.

He now co-owns the Black Dahlia Tattoo Studio with the lovely Fianna Riva, often using his role and other connections to find artists looking for more than just recognition, but also fame.

[riley-garcia]

RILEY GARCIA, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER, LESBIAN, 21 is a WEREWOLF in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble HUMBERLY GONZÁLEZ. This one is known to be LOYAL but can be RECKLESS. They work as a LEAD SINGER/ASTRONOMY MAJOR. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame.

Biography

Riley never really knew her parents. She likes to think they must have loved her, but they died long before she could truly recall them. 

Left with nothing more than a picture to remember her by and a faint nostalgia whenever she catches the scent of lavender, there likely hadn’t been much in way of grieving. 

Being taken into the foster system at just shy of three years old should have meant a good shot with a nice family. She was hardly old enough to recall her old life, or mourn her dead parents. There’d be no rebelling under the guise of fake relations because it would have been all she’d ever known...A family could never have even told her, and she’d be none the wiser.

Instead, she’d been placed with a pair that simply knew how to work the system. They would take on four kids at a time to make a quick buck and essentially leave them to fend for themselves. She’d been lucky in that one of the teenage girls had been kind enough to look after her, but by the age of 6 her ‘parents’ had been found out, and she was right back where she started. 

Riley bounced around homes a lot after that, unfortunate in who she’d get picked by. It made her detached and bitter and angry, until she eventually got good at being self-reliant. The only person she could ever truly count on was herself. She didn’t owe the world a god damn thing and it could hate her in turn for all she cared. 

It was a mindset that got her through her teenage years, however equivocally. She was the stereotypical rebellious kid with a chip on her shoulder, even the potentially good ones she didn’t let close. It got to the stage she hardly bothered unpacking the entire contents of her life from the bin bag they were given to carry it in, and by the time she was 15, group homes became her only option.     

It was perhaps one of the best thing that could have happened to her, joining a little found family of her own which consisted four other kids in the same predicament. All bad influences to be sure, yet still hers.    

Riley had always been lucky in that she was relatively good at school. She would stay out late and do a week’s homework in one break time, sure, but it was the one thing she’d actively put effort into.

The little group of siblings she’d made for herself would often tease her about it, but they were still incredibly supportive.     

Even after getting faded out of the system, even after graduating and getting a scholarship to a college in California they had stuck together. 

It was certainly a different life to the one they’d had in Detroit, but it was there’s, sharing a one bedroom apartment between the five of them while they all found their feet.

Things were going well until about four months ago. She was making decent money singing with a band she’d met in college at the weekends, and her grades were near perfect. Still, it had been her 21st birthday, and after painting the town they had somehow ended up sneaking onto the Hollywood sign. Watching the world below, they’d been drinking and talking about life into the early hours of the morning...

Conversations that were cut short, as a rabid beast from out of nowhere tore through the group before most had time to react. Riley had been the furthest away from the carnage, left with an offhand claw mark across her abdomen and bite mark on her leg as she’d looked over to find one of her bothers with his throat ripped out before her vision went black. 

She’d woken up in a hospital bed entirely disoriented and confused, a reaction the medical staff believed to be due to blood loss rather than the automatic alpha bond of whoever had turned her severed by a group of trigger happy hunters that very same night. Her doctors were far more perplexed by how she’d even survived until they’d been found that morning.

The sole survivor of a vicious animal attack, that was how the media had painted it, and were it not for what occurred the next full moon, Riley would have believed the same. 

She had never felt a pain like the one she faced during her first shift. The omega can barely recall what she did even now, but it had been enough to cross paths with one of the Queens’ guards.

It was a terrifying new world she’d stepped into. The Charbonneau’s were well known of course, but she perhaps didn’t understand the hight of their power until that point. 

She’d been detained for a few days before being offered a contract. One that something told her was relatively non-negotiable if she wished to not spend her life like the monster who had made her. An unruly, unbonded pup with no concept of what she now was or how to control it didn’t bode well for anyone, and so the contract came with it’s own begrudging alpha to boot.     

Made to bond with a woman she vaguely recognised from some 3am cable show and knew nothing else about, it’s certainly made for a rocky start between the pair. 

Riley hated how she now had someone she felt vaguely inclined to answer to, and Chiara was far too nice to be genuine. The past few months of helping her through shifts has mellowed her to a certain extent, but the young wolf still doesn’t believe someone can be this kind out of nothing but the goodness of their heart. She doesn’t trust it.     

Misc:        

Riley never really talks about the night she was turned, or what happened for that matter. It’s simply too painful and she doesn’t trust anyone with a vulnerability like that. 

She’s incredibly conscious of the large bite mark on her thigh, along with the claw scars across her stomach, but she’s trying to work on it. 

She was always more of a verbal fighter than a physical one, and was also far better at not raising to the goading of others, but ever since being turned the smallest things tend to set her off far more than they ever used to.

She’d never admit it out loud, but she sometimes finds animals easier to be around than people. She really wants to adopt a bunch of rescues, but she doesn’t have her wolf under control enough for that yet and is worried what might happen to them.                             

[nate-brennan]

NATHANIEL ‘NATE’ BRENNAN, MALE, HE/HIM, BISEXUAL, 102 is a WEREWOLF in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble COLIN O’DONOGHUE. This one is known to be PROTECTIVE but can be CYNICAL. They work as a SCREENWRITER. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame.

tw: death, alcoholism, brief mention of suicidal thoughts

chapter one

IRELAND

Despite being born during the Irish War of Independence, and growing up during the civil war, Nate remembers his childhood as peaceful and happy. He was born in 1919 into a big pack residing in the Irish countryside, the youngest of four siblings, an older sister and two older brothers. Watching his older siblings play as wolves, Nathaniel couldn’t wait until he hit puberty and could run besides them. He was proud of his species, excited to be a werewolf. The pack lived close to a big forest where they could run free and Nate spent much of his years after he hit puberty in animal form, play wrestling with his siblings and pack members, rolling in the dirt and bathing in the waterfalls. The pack lived far enough from humans and other supernatural creatures to live in peace, without any kind of interference. As he grew older, Nathaniel fell in love with his best friend, and while he was hesitant to tell her of his feelings, fearing it would jeopardize their friendship, he always believed that they would end up together one day, raising pups of their own. His sister and him were running in the forest one day as young adults, playing, laughing, free and happy, only to return home to a sight that would come to haunt Nate for the rest of the life. His home on fire, bodies scattered everywhere, bodies of his pack, his friends, his family. Drained of blood, indicating the perpetrators. Nathaniel had had no reason to hate anyone before this, but he was filled not only with insurmountable grief, but with hate. Cleaning up the scene was no easier than stumbling upon it. Searching for his parents amongst the scattered bodies, knowing they would be there, but somehow still hoping beyond hope that he wouldn’t see their faces amongst the slain. Wouldn’t see the face of his best friend, the wolf he was going to spend his life with, grow old with. His brothers, who he had grown up with, who had always been by his side. They were all there. Nate ascribes his sister being alive and beside him as the only reason he didn’t lay down next to his pack to die with them. After burying their pack, they relocated. How could they stay in a place that now held the worst possible memory? They found another pack near another forest and were taken in. Slowly, ever so slowly, his sister started to heal. She found a mate, found friends but Nate never seemed to shake his loneliness off him.

chapter two

LOS ANGELES

Unable to stay with a pack he felt he didn’t belong to, he went off on his own, to America, to Los Angeles. He had heard it was the place to reinvent yourself, start over. The noise of the city helped drown out the loneliness and pain he was feeling. But eventually, even the overwhelming city life wasn’t enough, and he drowned his feelings in alcohol. Everything seemed just a little easier when he was numbed by liquor. He worked at a seedy bar, making alcohol easy to come by. He started sleeping around and getting into fights, he barely slept and the one healthy habit he picked up at this time was writing when his insomnia kicked in. He found a love for writing manuscripts and would sometimes mail them to publishers, but nothing ever came of it. One of his hook-ups turned into more, when he found someone who was as broken as he was, a kindred spirit. The two moved into together in a cheap apartment, lived a toxic existence of dependence on everything unhealthy, including each other. He had started to accept that this was his life now, until one fateful day two years ago where he got a phone call. His sister, his last remaining family, had passed away in childbirth, leaving him a niece. Her mate had no desire to raise the pup, making Nate the closest living relative. He took her in and with her depending on him, Nate knew he had to turn his life around. While it hurt him to break up with his partner, he knew it was the right decision. The two of them had a way of keeping each other in the darkness where he couldn’t afford to stay. Nate worked the odd job here and there to provide for Grace and himself, but life was never really good for the little girl, he could never give her the life he believed she deserved. One seemingly random day, he found a card in his pocket on his work uniform at the time, a black card with nothing but an address and date. Seeing a vampire when he showed up on the location, he almost walked away. But desperation made him stay when she spoke of an offer. An offer to protect Grace, to give her the life he wanted for her. They offered him a career as a screenwriter, one successful enough to make a good living for him and Grace. But what made him accept was the offer of protection. Ever since adopting Grace, he had found out what fear really meant. Nightmares of her being one of the bodies murdered back in Ireland had filled him whenever he could fall asleep. The offer seemed to be too good to be true, in truth, but Nate didn’t think he had a choice. He loves Grace as his own and doesn’t care what they ask of him, as long as she’s safe and happy. It has been hard for Nathaniel to pick up the pieces of his life and he still struggles with drinking too much, but he is doing the best he can at making a life for himself and his now four-year-old niece, Grace.

random facts

Has an undiagnosed anxiety disorder

Still struggles with insomnia and usually writes at night

Obsessed with tattoos and gets some whenever he has a bit of money to spare

Is a Hufflepuff through and through

Huge bookworm

Draws charcoal drawings

[jvstbite]

LÚCÁN “LUKE” O’MOORE, CISMALE, HE/HIM, BISEXUAL, 489 is a EX-HUMAN VAMPIRE in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble CILLIAN MURPHY. This one is known to be LOYAL but can be GUARDED. They work as a PRODUCER. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame.

TW: Death, Blood, Violence, Religion

THEN . . .

Lúcán O’Moore was born in the year 1532. He was the son of their local sept’s chief (think governor, while clan chief was like a king), and fiercely loyal to the O’Moore Clan. Much of his youth was spent nomadic and in conflict––it was a mere four years after his birth that Henry VIII broke off from the Catholic church, establishing the Church of England. The O’Moore’s, like many of the Irish clans at the time, were proud Catholics and refused Protestantism fiercely. With each change of the crown in England––first Henry, then Edward, followed by Mary, and finally Elizabeth––the rules seemed to change. 

For years, Lúcán fought for what was rightfully his land as the Crown continued to send colonists, continued to try and crush Catholicism. His people had contended and held their own against the Vikings of the north, they would certainly not fall to Protestantism. And then . . . there was the feast. Late in the year 1577, the O’Moore’s, as well as every other prominent noble family, were invited by Clan Dempsy and FitzGerald––the latter of the two Lúcán had fought alongside during the Desmond Rebellion, only a mere five years prior––to a feast. Lúcán was forty-five and had established himself high in the clan’s ranks. They were invited under the pretense of alliance. The clans that had invited them were well-known to be fiercely Catholic. 

All but one man invited were massacred that night. It’s the most vivid memory Lúcán has of his mortal life, watching those he considered brothers spill the blood of his family. Betrayed, Lúcán remembers lying there, nearly dead. The army left their bodies to rot in the great hall while they gleefully took those still living to be burned at the stake, when a stranger came across his body. Maybe the creature was attracted by the smell of death, or perhaps it was the blood pooling, seeping into the stone floors. The creature, with seemingly no purpose or motive to his choice, picked his body amongst the others to take in the night. This was certainly no angel, and in his feverish and confused state, Lúcán weakly dubbed his savior “Sídhe,” a word both associated with burial mounds and the fae, before losing all consciousness. 

All Lúcán can remember from when he first came to was a fierce, burning thirst. Then, warm flesh against his lips and a flooding of ambrosia down his throat. When the burning subsided enough for him to form coherent thoughts, he realized the ambrosia that had quenched him was blood. His savior––his maker––stared down at him from above; he was apparently Lúcán’s blood supplier as well. The strange man laughed and insisted he only be called Síd, as “Luke” had referred to him previously. 

Síd stuck around long enough for Luke (the nickname stuck better than Lúcán liked) to learn how to behave properly, a few decades or so, before letting Luke free to do whatever he liked. 

The conflicts in Ireland only grew worse and Luke had been sworn to secrecy about his true nature by Síd. The old warrior, finding it too painful to watch his people crumble under the weight of the English Crown, left Ireland for the New World. It was there, after establishing several successful ventures, that Luke met the queens. When asked, he eagerly agreed to the contract. Lúcán needed family, a clan to be loyal to. Estelle and Cressida offered it to him. 

NOW . . .

Luke works as a movie producer. He finds he enjoys the film process but prefers to stay out of the harsh limelight. He prefers working behind the scenes, and the power that comes with such a position, much more. 

[witchyxartemis]

ARTEMIS HEARNE, FEMALE, SHE/HER, PANSEXUAL, 40 is a WITCH in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble PHOEBE TONKIN. This one is known to be FEISTY but can be DEFENSIVE. They work as as a RECRUITER/CARD GIVER/CHARBONNEAU GUARD. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame. 

Artemis had what she thought of as a normal, grounded childhood with her parents and her twin sister. 

Loving, invested parents who seemed to have a close knit community around them, ensuring that their kids got the best of what they could provide. 

Sure they were taught to shoot, enrolled in mixed martial arts from a young age and played a lot of fun hide and seek and treasure map games as kids but all of the kids in their neighbourhood did. 

When Artemis had just turned fifteen, she came home one night pretty late. Having missed curfew, both her parents were waiting, and they got into a rather explosive argument, sending Art to bed in a really foul mood. 

She tossed and turned that night, feeling like there was a raging fire pit in her belly, the anger and frustration she felt wanting to burst out of her. She woke up to flames, managing to scale the bannister with her twin sister, both watching from the sidewalk as their childhood home went up in flames with their parents in it. 

Neither girl was accused of the fire, rather faulty wiring was, but they were both put into the foster care system. For the most part, they stayed together, apart from some months here and there when Art let her temper get the best of her and landed herself in juvie. 

Usually what happened was that she got angry, started a fight, and suddenly people, plants or fabric would be set ablaze. One night out with a rowdy crowd was the one to connect the witch to the Charbonneau sisters. Art once again managed to provoke someone on an open street, and set the guys jacket on fire after he almost knocked her unconscious. Before the police could arrive, the sisters stepped in. 

They offered Art a home, protection and to help her learn how to control her magic. But there was a catch, she had to leave her twin sister behind. Choose between blood family and a new family. While it broke her heart to leave her twin behind, Art knew she would only keep dragging her sister down with her if she stayed. She had been the bad seed her whole life and she couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to finally start over. 

Ever since then, Art has been under their protection, doing whatever the family needs from spells and potions, to protecting her foster sisters, to anything she’s asked really. 

If you ask Art, the Charbonneau’s is the only family she needs, calling both the sisters ‘mom’ and thinking of them as such. And she will forever be grateful to them for taking her out of the shitty situation they were in and giving them a proper home, not to mention the training to use their powers. 

Artemis is deadly loyal to her family and would never do anything to protect them and their reputation. She’s known to be very cross and have spelled others without a second thought for saying rude or unsavory things about the Charbonneau family, and she takes her job as recruiter and bodyguard very seriously. 

Art has a short temper and while she is now very much in control of her fire powers, its often obvious when you’ve gone to far with her, as her powers will flare up like crazy. 

She loves to write and when she isn’t working, you’ll find her with a black coffee, writing thoughts, small stories and poems in various places around the city. 

She is also a big animal lover, and owns two cats and a parrot. Her cats names being Lucifer and Lilith. 

Headcannons ; 

Artemis works out every day of the week and has been boxing with a set coach and team for the last five years. She loves to stay fit both because she enjoys being active and as it makes her better prepared to defend her family if need be. 

She avidly journals to keep her thoughts and emotions in check and in order to get out frustrations or worries she might have. Its a coping mechanism to better stay in control of her emotional state. 

When she first came to the Charbonneau’s, she took ballet and was even cast in minor roles in big productions, proving to be quite good. But as she filled nineteen she gave it up to focus on her role as a recruiter. 

she has herb and floral gardens she keeps and spends time seeing to both in the city and at the Charbonneau estate. This ensures that she has most remedies she might need for spells and enchantments and she actually loves to use her green thumb. Its something she finds soothing. 

[drexelpalmer-archive]

Drexel “Dre” Palmer

97 II Witch II Element - Fire II Owner and Chef at LUX

Dre was born into a coven that had long since seen the light of new life in what had seemed like decades, but a new, younger witch couple with an already pregnant wife and times of prosperity for the country brought hope to those elders who had feared the end of their teachings. Every day he grew and learned, as the coven's main monetary business to society was fishermen and fish sales throughout the boroughs of NYC. He remembers fondly, clutching the ropes of the crates as his small feet dangled off the bed of the truck bouncing up and down with every indent and curve in the road. Preparation was key, as he watched his elder's trap, gut, descale, debone and fillet the fish with ease day in and day out until his hands were the ones moving deftly as those before him. Many of the witches that were in his coven were graced with the ability to manipulate water, or wind that helped them continue to prosper even during times of strife for many in their community.

While he enjoyed working with his coven, as he grew older and talked to people from borough to borough he was introduced to different flavors and techniques to enhance food. Often, Dre would barter to gain these items and he likened the art of cooking to potions, and as he entered his early teens with the development of his elemental abilities flourished, but to everyone in the coven's surprise fire was what became attuned to his being. While he struggled, cooking and being able to manipulate the flames as he went taught him control, confidence, and respect for his newfound ability. As the coven grew smaller and smaller as the years went on, they settled into a family business style with their own shop and Dre would promote his new food to anyone who would like to try, putting out sample trays often and promoting different spices and herbs for his concoctions from other vendors in the boroughs he had frequented years prior.

As he watched the coven and family he loved dwindle as he too aged, there was a looming sadness that washed over him. Things weren't the same, the coven was dying and what he had loved was losing its flame. Their business changed as he took the lead, becoming a fan favorite in the Queens borough for his delectable meals that always seemed to have been cooked to perfection, or sweets that had just the right texture in every bite. He honed in on his abilities, feeling the warmth in his creations. He truly loved and valued what he did, always wanting to be better. Then, one day in the mid 80's, all that lasted of the coven he called his home was him and his parents. His parents were older, growing weaker as the strength they pulled from the coven had almost completely dissipated. There was a pain, a knowledge that this was partially his fault. He had been so focused on honing his craft he had never truly made the attempt at socializing romantically with anyone to continue their lineage and keep their coven afloat and regret sat heavy in his stomach every time he looked at his parents. Wasn't that the job of the younger members? To keep their covens alive, bring more witches in to continue the lineage?

A few years later, his parents passed away mere days in between each other, and Dre felt lost. He wasn't sure what to do, but he knew he could not stay where he was. He closed down his business, and ran away as far as he could to a place he had heard about in whispers from other supernatural beings he had met over time: Hollywood and an established coven under a supreme named Alix Figueroa. With the money he had saved from his previous coven, and the assistance from aligning himself within the new coven, he was introduced to The Society, and in the early 1990's he was able to open Lux. While he is not a fan of the limelight in owning a business that grew in popularity, he enjoys the ability to continue to hone his craft as peacefully as he can. He can still be found at almost any station in the kitchen, his hands moving with precision and care to assure that his patrons are given the experience that drew them there in the first place.

[melodicnimue]

NIMUE, FEMALE, SHE/HER, PANSEXUAL, 146 is a SIREN in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble ANYA CHALOTRA. This one is known to be ENCHANTING but can be VICIOUS. They work as a MUSICAL ARTIST/SINGER-SONGWRITER. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame. 

Born to a powerful siren in a mighty clan of sirens, Nimue had a lot of expectations trust her from the moment she was born. Her mother had chased her father away, believing he was too soft to co-parent her daughter. Her sole focus being on raising a female strong enough to take over her position in the clan when she deemed her fit. Thus the two had a more forced daughter-mother relationship from the very beginning, her mother always picking Nimue apart, dissecting her appearance, her behavior, her mannerisms, looking at her like a student and project without the love of a parent. This made Nimue both hard headed and at times very angry. In fact her anger often pushed her into situations she should never have been in, or created trouble she hadn’t actually intended for. She hardened her heart the best she could, trying to accept that the only way to gain a fraction of her mothers love, was to be as perfect a siren as she could be. Then again she was an unruly and mischievous child who liked to follow her own rules and had been taught that everyone else was beneath her. Such an attitude would not be reigned in easily. For the first four years of her life, Nimue made mistakes, but none so great that they could not be forgiven. That was until she lost her temper with an older siren and killed her in cold blood. While she soon regretted her actions, she refused to show that when her mother found out and had to be among those to pass the punishment. All her life she had learned that admissions of emotions were equal to showing weakness, and she would not show her mother she was weak. As sirens do not and can not tolerate the killing of their own kind, Nimue was banished from the ocean, forced to land and warned that she would be killed if she returned to the sea. Unknown to Nimue, her mother had struck an agreement with Kanopia Vallas, asking her to raise her daughter as she could no longer do so. 

The sentence made the young siren furious, and as she was escorted out of the sea, she had intended on taking her wrath out on the first human or being she came across. Instead she was faced with an ancient vampire, telling her she was to come with her. At first Nimue was, as all small children tend to be, petulant and untrusting of a stranger. Though as she realized how deadly and strong Kanopia was, she decided to ask her to fulfill the one burning desire of vengeance she held in her heart. She wanted her mother dead, and to her excitement the vampire was happy to oblige. Over time, Nimue better understood what being a ward meant. Being around the ruling vampires, able to become almost as powerful and well taken care of. While Nimue was not in the slightest interested in finding family or friends, she had to admit that the chance of gaining more power, of leaving her mark, of being important, that called to her. And while she’s not loyal by nature, what the Vallas family gave her was invaluable to her. And in return she swore she would look out for them like they had looked out for her. 

Growing up as a ward only solidified her independence and hardened heart, but then again, it was not love she was after. Even in her twenties when she declared she needed to travel and see more of the world on her own, it was not to find love or connection to others. It was simply to gain knowledge and experience she could use to her own advantage. Not to mention to find alliances in others that she might need down the road. Since her late thirties Nimue has thrived as a musical artist, using her siren voice along with her singing voice, to entrance and gather quite the fan base, effectively becoming a star in the US, and as her fame grew, world wide as well. One wouldn’t think it by looking at her, but she writes a lot of her own songs, being quite deft with words and languages. While she finds recording quite dull, she loves performing and has dipped her toes into musicals and acting in order to gain more time on the stage, never tiring of adoring crowds or crazy fans. Although Nimue is mostly focused on herself and her own fame and influence, she is loyal to the Vallas family and betrothed to further their political alliances in the city. She also uses her influence and platform to aid the family whenever they need her to, and she would never turn down a request from them unless it would hurt her own image. What Nimue hungers for the most is power. She lost that when her mother banished her from the sea, and she has not forgotten. And while being a ward of one of the two ruling vampire families has given her both status and power she otherwise could not have gained, she constantly finds herself hungry for more. The more power she feels she has, the happier and satisfied she finds herself being. Despite how she has thrived and how successful she is, she still is someone you do not want to get on the bad side of. Unless you are a Vallas or Charbonneau, you do wisely not to piss her off. Her temper is still something she struggles to fully control and if you get on her nerves, or in her way, she will unleash her wrath upon you until you wish you had never been born. And if you happen to be someone out of her reach or stronger, she will use her influence and her alliances that she has spent the better part of the last 140 years building and nurturing. She is not one to cross, while she is also someone valuable to have on your side. 

[eleanor-charbonneau]

NAME: Eleanor ‘Ele’ Charbonneau (born Eleanor Hastings) AGE: 253, turned at 30 BIRTHDAY: May 24th, 1768 SPECIES: Ex Human Vampire LOYALTY: The Charbonneau Family SEXUALITY: Bisexual OCCUPATION: Owner of Lux, sometimes chef POSITIVE TRAITS: Captivating, Introspective, Empathetic, Intelligent NEGATIVE TRAITS: Calculating, Dishonest, Cynical, Cold

Eleanor was born in 1768 to a prestigious name. The Hastings were a wealthy family, well respected and with tiles and land. She had been born fourth following two brothers and one sister. However, all died before she was born in one way or another, none living past the age of 10. When Eleanor was born, her parents were relieved and wouldn’t let death take another Hastings child. Though, tragedy would strike soon after her birth and she would never know her birth family. When she was only a few months old, the Charbonneau’s passed through London and set their sights on the Hastings family. 

She had been told there was lots of blood. Her parents had offered her up to the vampires that set foot in their home, begging and pleading for their own lives. Eleanor may have been the center of their world before but their selfish sense of survival soon took over. They begged and offered the infant as payment instead. Do what they wished with the child and spare them. In their minds, this child might not even live and they needed to continue the noble Hastings name. Estelle and Cressida took in the baby offered desperately to them with amusement. After the carnage and murder of her parents and the entire household, Estelle and Cressida Charbonneau finally turned to the crying infant. Call it fascination or pity or merely selfishness, but they took her in that day. That day Eleanor Hastings was no more and Eleanor Charbonneau was born.

She was raised in extreme wealth and self proclaimed royalty in the vampire world. Taken back to America at such a young age, Eleanor was raised to be another prodigy and member of the Charbonneau family. Estelle and Cressida became like mothers to her, but Eleanor knew of the differences between them, her new siblings and herself. They may have accepted her as one of them, but she knew a beating heart and human blood still flowed through her veins. For now of course. Her childhood had been strict, they had high expectations of those who would take on the Charbonneau name. After displaying softness and kindness at an early age, Eleanor was punished swiftly and learned quickly how to hide behind a perfect and cool exterior. She had the best education she could have received, flourishing before her mothers’ eyes. While they were strict, they had shown her kindness and true love in their own way. They truly saw her as one of their own, despite the human blood that still flowed in her veins. And for that she was grateful.

When Eleanor was 30 she was turned into a vampire. For many years, she had been raised to know that this would be the perfect transformation. Immortality was offered to her and she accepted. Everything Ele did was to survive. From hiding her kindness, to pleasing her mothers, to accepting the bite and the blood that would turn her into a vampire. For centuries she did as she was told and stood loyal by her family. She may have been quieter than her siblings, but she had the confidence of a Charbonneau raised like royalty. She learned how to play others, to play to the reputation of her family, and while she was perhaps not as cruel if left to her own intentions she would do what was needed to uphold the name. She hid her true self behind a cool and controlled exterior. Eleanor Charbonneau was the perfect addition to the family. 

For centuries she stayed with her family, traveling when they did. She took a brief trip to England after the First World War to find out more about her birth family. Records existed of the Hastings and there was noted her death along with the others. Details of the deaths were lost to history, but she managed to track down living relatives. Her research of course stayed close to her heart and unspoken. It would not do for her adopted family to find out. They would deem it weak and feeble of her to dig it up. Ele still keeps tabs on her remaining human family, but they do not know of her existence. 

In 1986 Ele got permission to move to New York City for some time. While she was there she pursed her interest in cooking and fine dining. Her mothers expected her to excel and to lead, and what better way than to have an accomplished restaurant. Until 2009 she stayed in the city and immersed herself in the culinary world that was arguably the best in the world. She learned all about cooking of every kind, owning and operating fine restaurants and more. She finally returned to Hollywood and opened her own restaurant called Lux. In the restaurant, Ele is truly happy and is proud of the fame and recognition the restaurant has received. She even cooks sometimes, and is working to earn even more stars. 

Ele knows there is a lot expected of her as a Charbonneau and she is willing to do what is needed of her. Survival has been her game since the beginning and it has not stopped yet. She’ll do whatever it takes, even if it means hiding her true self forever. 

[dalscorner]

BIO Dalidris

Dalidris (Dal) ,Female, She/Her, Bisexual, 470 years old is a FIRE DRAGON in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble Kat Graham. This one is known to be PASSIONATE but can be ASSERTIVE . They work as a TATTOO ARTIST(At Black Dahlia Tattoo). They are yet to take their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame. (Demo,22,CTZ, She/Her)

Dal is the only daughter of Successful restaurant owner and renowned chef Dyghori, being the offspring of such a successful business woman one would imagine that Dals interest would lie in the the culinary arts, her mother  also had such hopes and even attempted to coerce her at a young age into following in her steps.

Unfortunately while dal did show talents in cooking her true interest and passion was something more artistic in nature, much to her mothers dismay the young dragon opted for inkwork and the path of tattooing. Which is oftentimes a point of conflict between the pair. Nevertheless, despite her mothers aversion to Dals chosen career path, she does attempt to guild and advise her daughter on ways to grow her influence as an artist, and while she never directly brings it up- Dal is certain her mother plans to eventually introduce her into the group of elites that her mother runs with. Much to her frustration.

Though she is grateful and understands her mothers want to see her succeed Dal wants any success she garners to come from her own hard work. Not the looming influence of her famous mothers shadow. Which is why she took up the tattooing gig at Black Dahlia, starting at the bottom and hopefully out of her mothers range.

Dal is a fiery woman who enjoys to go out and party often, the anonymity of crowded parties always appealed to her in that sense. Loving the opportunity to just blend in for once as opposed to being flagged down because of who her family was. Of course fame was her end goal, it was nice to just.. Vanish every now and then. Some of her other hobbies apart from late night partying and her ink work, include rock climb, kickboxing and occasionally she’ll get the urge to bake.

She’s a woman of honor not particularly fond of people being cruel or unfair to those lesser than them. Being what she is, Dal has an innate superiority complex but still dislikes mistreatment of those who cant defend themselves. Feeling that its her duty to step in if the situation arises, this often leads to her getting into trouble, which of course her mother must clean up after. But in every instance Dal never regrets her choice.  

Dal was raised in seclusion by her mother with little access to the outside world in her early life. For fear of being hunted and killed as her father had been. This upbringing sort of feeding into the immense suffocation Dal feels towards her mothers constant need to be near by. In a sense feeling caged, and restricted. She has little memory of the outside world where she grew up. but the home, Dal remembers in immense detail, down to the very cracks in the floor boards.(This may have also sparked some minor issues of claustrophobia when in any building or room without windows.)

[lucille-thompson]

LUCILLE ALICE THOMPSON, FEMALE, SHE/HER, PANSEXUAL, 199 is a EX HUMAN VAMPIRE in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble MARGOT ROBBIE. This one is known to be CHARISMATIC but can be MANIPULATIVE. They work as a SPY FOR THE SOCIETY. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame.

chapter zero

THE BEGINNING OF THE END

Lucille was born in 1822 to a family in the English countryside. The family consisted of Edward and Penelope Thompson and their three children; Jonathan, born in 1816, Lucille, born in 1822 and later Mary, born in 1829. Lucille had a typical education for a Georgian girl. She watched enviously as her brother was taught in subjects she could only dream of, while she was taught about the ways of the gentry in hopes of marrying a man of higher social class one day. She was fortunate to have a literate mother who taught her basic reading and writing skills. While the family were of poor means, Lucille remembers her childhood days as happy and filled with love and laughter. This would all come to change in 1833, when Lucille was just eleven years old. It was the middle of the night when three men broke into their home and Lucille crawled from her bed into her closet to hide. Sharing a room with her brother, he told her to stay hidden while he went and checked what was happening, but he never made it out of their room before he was grabbed from behind and a man - or rather, a monster - sank its teeth into his neck and killed him. Lucille listened as the rest of her family was murdered in nearby rooms. Too scared to move, she stayed inside the closet for two days, the smell of her family's decomposing bodies starting to fill the house.

chapter one

DARKNESS

Aneighbor came by two days after the murders, found the bodies and alerted the police. When she counted only four bodies, she went searching for Lucille and found her hiding in her closet in a state of catatonic shock. The bodies of her parents and baby sister were gone by the time they coaxed her out of the closet but the image of her brother's body would stay with her forever. When she told the police about the monsters that had killed them, about their sharp teeth that drained their bodies of blood, they dismissed her explanation as delusions due to shock. She was sent to live with the neighbor that had found her but as months passed and Lucille stuck by her story of monsters, they worried for her sanity. She was admitted to a lunatic asylum on account of her 'delusions' shortly after her 12th birthday. The asylum was a barbaric, cruel place, a harsh contrast to the loving home she had grown up in and Lucille realized that, in order for her to ever be released, she would have to tell them what they wanted to hear. 'Yes, she had been confused and scared, of course the men who had killed her family were just men, there were no such thing as monsters in real life.' After 14 months at the asylum, she was released and made sure never to mention the real story of what had happened to her family again. At the age of 13, after being released from the asylum, she was sent to a workhouse where she would stay for the coming eight years. While she told no one of her background, rumors quickly spread and people avoided her for being weird, crazy, coming straight from the madhouse after her whole family was murdered. No one wished to hang around a girl like that. She stuck to herself and spent the little free time she had reading every book she could get her hands on. A few years after she had started working there, another outsider like herself arrived and the two girls bonded. They decided to move to London together in 1843 and shared a small apartment in the city. Still eager to learn everything she had been denied previously due to her gender, Lucille was quick to accept lectures at the Mechanics Institute when they opened their doors for women. When the cholera pandemic of 1848 hit England, Lucille's friend was infected and died soon after. Lucille felt more alone than she had in many years and it brought back the painful memories of how alone she had felt in her wardrobe and afterwards at the asylum. She knew that she would never truly heal and as time passed in London, she was consumed with a desire for vengeance that her child self had been unable to feel. She started to research the world of the supernatural - in secret, to avoid anyone questioning her sanity again - and realized the monsters that had killed her family were vampires. Following every single potential trace that could lead her to information about their species and whereabouts, she tracked down a nest in just under a year of searching. Watching their power and strength from afar, she realized something with a feeling of cold dread in her stomach. She knew that she could never get her revenge as a human. In order to defeat the monsters, she had to become one.

chapter two

DAWN

She seduced a random vampire from the nest and eventually persuaded him to turn her. Once she was a part of their pack, it was easier to find out who had murdered her family and where she could find them. To ensure her victory against three vampires who had more experience killing than she did, she knew she needed to attack when they were at their weakest. One by one, she seduced them into her bed, made them weak with desire before she struck, killing them as they reached their height of passion. Lucille expected to feel some sense of peace or closure after killing them but she felt nothing. She realized part of her anger was directed at herself, for having been weak and helpless as she hid in her closet, for not having fought for her family and she felt immense guilt for surviving when they didn't. She traveled the world for the next couple of decades, consuming arts in every form available to her, taking pleasure in every human she killed along the way as it felt like her way of punishing herself for her own human failures. However, eventually her killing of the three vampires that had murdered her family caught up to her, the rest of the nest wanting their revenge. She had to watch her every step, travel frequently to avoid a trail, use disguises when she went out. She became an expert at laying low but Lucille wanted more from life than to live in the shadows. She was in Hollywood in the 1980's when she found a card in her hotel room. The card had nothing but a date and an address on it. She knew very well it could be a trap from the very vampires that wanted to kill her, but tired of running, she decided to confront them. Instead, what turned up was two vampires like herself. Well, not quite like her - they were pureblood, clearly older, more powerful. Lucille couldn't help but respect them from the moment she laid eyes on them. They offered her an opportunity for protection: to finally be able to live in the open again, to not be hunted. In exchange, they wanted to make use of her skills. Over the years, she had acquired much knowledge, both booksmarts and streetsmarts, she had mastered how to stay hidden, how to track people down, how to gain information from them - all something that had started with her hunting her family's murderers. A spy. That's what they wanted her to be. It was the perfect job for her. The opportunity was almost too good to be true, and Lucille told the two Charbonneau vampires that she needed time to think. After a few months, she agreed, when she realized her life would never be worth living without the protection they could offer her. Life has been good since she signed the contract. She has earned herself a place as one of the Charbonneau's best spies, and with that, a gold membership. She has heard nothing of the vampires that hunted her, and has never cared to ask for what happened to them. She has spent the last decades developing skills she believes can be of use, learning multiple languages, taking different classes as education is opened further for women, even teaching herself technology as that becomes available.

personality

The world has been hard on Lucille ever since she was a girl and she has learned to close herself off in return. While she was once a happy girl who wore her heart on her sleeve, she is now cold-hearted and distanced from her emotions. After losing her family, she has been extremely careful to let anyone into her life. She has a inferiority superiority complex in that she seems arrogant and proud on the surface but is battling deep self-loathing on the inside. This is due to her battle between her vampire side and her human side. She believes vampires are superior to all other species and believes herself to be so as well, but occasionally her human side will show itself and she will be reminded of the weak, helpless girl she believed herself to be before she was turned. Because of this, she tries to suppress any human weakness in herself and detests actual humans. Her job as a spy suits her perfectly as she can be manipulative and charm her way into many people's lives - and beds - and she is intelligent and cunning. She enjoys killing, humans especially, but also any other species aside from her own.

random facts

She speaks English, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Russian, Mandarin Chinese, Greek, Ancient Greek and Latin in varying degrees. She enjoys art, theater, opera, literature, history, interior and wine. She usually dresses classy business in daily life and loves wearing silk slips lounging around her home and silk gowns for events. You will rarely see her wearing harsh fabrics like denim. Her home is almost entirely gold and white. She has a few people she occasionally hooks up with, something she prefers to both relationships or one-night stands. She is quite picky with her sex partners. However, for work, she will sleep with whoever if needed. While technology was confusing to her at first, she has become very good at it and will use it for her spywork. People she like may call her Luce or Lucy but that almost exclusively goes for her lovers.

[artistauggie]

haAGUSTIN “AUGGIE” SAEZ, MALE, HE/HIM, PANSEXUAL, 46 is a HUMAN in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble PEDRO PASCAL. This one is known to be CREATIVE but can be GUARDED. They work as a CONCEPT ARTIST AT SUNSHINE PICTURES STUDIOS. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame.

Agustin didn’t exactly have the easiest entry into the world. Premature and a sickly child, Auggie was plagued with issues from a very young age. A simple cold seemed to progress into something much worse and by the age of three, Auggie had already been consumed by several illnesses that kept him from thriving in the world. Doctor’s had warned his parents he might die– but somehow Agustin managed to survive through everything. Labeled as a failure to thrive, there was little expectation for Auggie to live a normal life. He had a late start to life and the fact that he failed to comprehend spoken language by five years old was simply written off as something he would learn at a later age. As he grew though, Auggie still struggled to understand what others were saying, the words coming out as nothing but unintelligible noise that he couldn’t decipher.

Seeking a better life for her son, Auggie’s mother packed them both up and immigrated to the United States in the search of a doctor who could help. After countless tests the doctors discovered that Auggie was suffering from a rare condition called Auditory Verbal Agnosia and complete deafness is his left ear. Auggie was unable to process speech, the words jumbling together and his brain refusing to put it all together. One thing became clear though– He was willing and ready to adapt to the world around him. Learning to read and write served as challenges, but slowly the boy began to understand words simply by watching others’ lips move. As far as he was concerned, he’d be perfectly able to do whatever anyone else could if perhaps a little different.

As he grew older, Auggie found himself learning to love the world through music and art. Rarely was the boy seen without an earphone in, his eyes taking in the world for everything that it was. He adapted as well as a boy from a different country could, attending school and for all intents and purposes; able to operate as if he didn’t have a disability. His deafness, as far as he was concerned, was his business and his business only. With an ability to process other sounds, though at a diminished rate, meant that he could usually hide his condition from people he didn’t want to know.

Auggie was intent on making a life for himself and after attending art school in New York City, he moved to Hollywood to start his career. Gaining small jobs didn’t seem to be an issue, but snagging anything that would put his name on the map seemed to be elusive. Auggie was intent on making it clear that he didn’t have a disability, at least not to himself-- but it still seemed that he got looked down upon. People were either scared of him or looked down on him. Frustration for what was happening was made very clear, very quickly.

When a mysterious card invited him to the Charbonneau Estate for a meeting, he was curious and desperate enough to do so. An invitation was extended for him to sign the oath and join the society. A promise that he would be given opportunities that he’d been snubbed for before. He signed the contract without hesitation, deciding that serving the supernatural was just what he had to give to get where he wanted in the world.

Becoming something meant the world to him.