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[dxres]

( LILY COLLINS. CIS FEMALE. ) Rumor has it that ( ROBIN DARE ) has been spotted skulking around New York City streets recently. ( SHE ) is a ( 45 ) year old ( LYCAN. ) They have a good reputation for being ( HARDWORKING & LOYAL, ) but have also been known to be rather ( STUBBORN & VICIOUS. ) They’re known for being the ( LOST SOUL. )

                                    B I O G R A P H Y

robin dare is a big of an enigma. she would probably punch you in the face for using such a word for her but what can you do, right? to understand robin we kind of have to go back to the beginning, so the beginning we go.

many years ago in a run down area of new york city, robin was born to a single mother. unable to look after the young infant, she bailed on the hospital and left her small child behind. robin was immediately turned into a child of the state, where she spent her first few years in an orphanage that catered to young infants like her.

she was somewhat lucky, as once she was old enough to walk, talk, and take instructions, she was fostered by a man who went by the name of mr. L. he brought her and a few others to an estate in up state new york, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. she was raised with many other young kids, though not like any other children. he trained them in hand to hand combat, weapons handling, and much more. he turned them into killing machines. into mini soldiers. this was their life, and this was all they knew.

robin, as well, was the cruelest of them all. she took to this way of life easily. she became faster, stronger, braver than the rest. clearly mr. L’s favourite out of the bunch, she made enemies with some of the other children. they were never all going to get along, and robin did not plan on having friends. in fact, there were only a small few that she really cared for. her closest allies, though even she was reluctant to use the word friend.

there wasn’t much to robin’s life outside of that. this was all they ever knew.

when she was twenty five, those of her age were taken out on a hike. mr. L, a man who never truly shared everything with the bunch, finally told of one of his darkest secrets. he was a creature of the moon, a human-wolf hybrid they’d read of in storybooks. some of them whispered between each other, rumours having gone around of what mr. L had been hiding from them. this was perhaps one of the more ludicrous ideas anyone had ever come up with... 

but he told them more. he told them of a war of centuries old, and how he had trained them from infancy to become soldiers to fight. he asked them to accept the turn. take it, and pledge loyalty to him and lycan kind, or refuse, and be taken care of swiftly. robin, ever the brave, accepted the turn first. she allowed the man who’d raised her to bite into her arm. she was the first to take the pledge, and she was also the first to take blood, as the next refused. with a nod of his head, robin understood, and with one swift use of her knife, they were no more.

everyone else took the pledge after that. and each one of them were welcomed into a new world.

their next few years were filled with controlling their beats selves and training themselves further with their new found abilities. once mr. L believed them to be ready, they moved into the city. here, they were quick to join the battles between the vampires and the lycans. though they lost some here and there, the strongest stood through. robin was finally in her element, and she was enthralled.

however, in a much larger battle in 2004, they were caught in an ugly fight. mr. L was lost, as well as many of the other children. robin and a couple of others survived, though barely. they were brought to vivian’s attention, who asked for their loyalty in exchange of staying on her territory and breaking whatever they used to have with their upstate pack. unsure of what else to do, robin and the remaining survivors agreed. though the others stayed with vivian and the pack, robin decided to move into the city on her own, preferring her own company than that of another wishing to lead her.

these days she sticks to herself as much as possible. she goes by the laws and does not cause trouble for herself with the lycans, but she keeps a life of her own with the humans. she is careful, but she is vicious, and robin is not afraid to bare a few teeth.

                                    F A C T S

name: robin dare age: forty five birthday: 15th march gender: cis female pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual birthplace: new york city nationality: american ethnicity: caucasian

+ currently works as an underground fighter, making most of her money fighting ezpz humans who are too stupid to realise she’s not like them (dudebros accuse her of using steroids. yeah? so what? it’s underground fighting, buddy, get your own)

+ she grew up very secluded, but having been in the real world for a little over fifteen years, robin can easily say: she does not like it.

+ and honestly with the competition of the nature she grew up in, it’s kind of easy for her to fall back onto that mindset.

+ generally hates the company of other people, but she’s also an extrovert?? make it make sense. anyway you will find her living the nightlife way of life and meeting people and getting to know them and then idk she’ll steal your wallet and never see you again.

+ really she keeps superficial company. one night stands, someone to share a bed with until the morning light comes, or people she happens to meet every other night at her usual hangout spots but never speaks to them beyond that.

+ hates vampires. don’t ask her why. she just does.

+ also hates: cats, children, waking up in the mornings, morons, authority, disgusting men, weakness, heights, loneliness, relationships, goody two shoes, family, optimism.

+ she likes: knives, money, sex, alcohol, night time, fighting, expensive lingerie, food, steaks, cooking, silk sheets, silence, loud music, dancing, balconies, travelling.

+ is a strangely amazing cook?? it’s like her one positive trait/hobby, please enjoy it while you can.

+ when you get close to her - if you get close to her - she has some really weird ways of showing her love and gratitude, so please watch out closely for how she acts!!! because it will change!!!

+ she’s a tough pill to swallow off the bat, but she gets better, i promise.

                                   C O N N E C T I O N S

okay so in the way of connections, i’d be looking for: other fighters, lycan friends, vampire enemies, lycan enemies??, friends with benefits, enemies with benefits, plenty of exes, something more meaningful??, someone who helps her feel her humanity, someone who will eat her food, perhaps a parental/mentor figure??

[chariiis]

hello your friendly neighborhood effy has a new tragedy in theaters now. you can find his whole history here, his aesthetic / musings rundown here, some quick facts here & some tidbits of other information under the cut.

CHANCE PERDOMO. CIS MALE. Aleksander’s coven is intimately familiar with BENJAMIN ALEXANDER CHARIS III, a dedicated Death Dealer for the coven. HE is a 51 year old vampire known throughout the New World Coven for being DISCRETE & LOYAL. However, those who are familiar with him also know that he is very DRAMATIC & RECKLESS. He is known for being the CHAMELEON. Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.

theater kid has now idea who he really is

will sing broadway show tunes in the shower

has unholy amount of money & exhibits some rich boy privilege unintentionally

sometimes intentionally

knew finn in grad school

complicated frienemies?

flare for dramatics & drama & shakespeare

romantic in the renaissance sense

terribly horribly misses the sun

daddy issues

mommy issues

identity issues really i’m saying it again

excellent actor, excellent liar

pls read his bio & stuff bc i can not do him justice in a list

[malasomnia]

ain’t  that  just  a  kick  in  the  head.  

 EZRA  MILLER.  QUEER.  Everyone  in  Vivian’s  pack  knows  of  RONAN  “FINN”  FINNIGAN  one  of  her  loyal  Leechers.  HE / THEY  are  a  24 / 58  year  old  lycan  known  amongst  their  pack  mates  for  being  LOYAL & TRUST-WORTHY,  but  also  quite FOUL-MOUTHED & SARCASTIC.  They’re  known  for  being  the  HARBINGER.  Though  they  are  technically  disbanded,  they  are  still  dedicated  to  their  cause.

local  effy  back  at  it  again  with  the  white  vans.  please  love  finn.  sorry  he  sucks. 

find  out  whatcha  need  to  know:  quick facts.  full history.  aesthetic & headcanons.

[onethrills]

( KIM HYUNA. CIS FEMALE. ) Everyone in Vivian’s pack knows of ( CHUNHWA “CHERRY” MIN, ) one of her loyal Leechers. ( SHE ) is a ( 27 / 180-220 ) year old lycan known amongst their packmates for being ( ELOQUENT, OUTGOING ) but also quite ( HARDHEADED, VOLATILE. ) They’re known for being the ( DOYEN. ) Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.

HISTORY / BACKGROUND

For most people (including but not exclusive to Vivian), Min Chunhwa seemed to pop up out of absolutely nowhere. There’s something almost whimsical about her, from the way that she moves to the impish smile on her face at any given moment. Like any creature born and bred for greatness, she’s had her path paved with so much chaos that she can’t even keep track of it herself! Or so she says when she vaguely discloses her age, offering a range within a near forty year span that she would rather forget than she ever would recall. Of course, she remembers which day she was born — she could hardly follow the recent astrology trends if she didn’t, now could she?

Despite her claims, Cherry still remembers the time that she spent in her seaside home in southern South Korea, and she’ll often think back on them when she’s feeling nostalgic, typically with a clarity that she does not recall her recent years. For the first eight of her life, she was happy, or at least as close to happy as she’s ever been since then. She lived with her family. Her parents, her younger sibling… And they were good. Truly good. Probably the only people she could ever call that, or ever would for that matter.

And they were lycans.

That’s part of the reason she doesn’t recall the years following, if not the majority of it. For a long time, they lived alone, completely undisturbed by humans or other lycans alike. It was a solitary existence, but a decent one nonetheless, where everyone did their part and there was a part for everyone to play. As the oldest of the two children, Chunhwa knew hers, and she took it as seriously as her father used to take the sea (which was very seriously indeed). She was a good sister, and she was a good daughter; there was no reason for what happened to them or what happened to her, but nonetheless, it happened.

Humans moved into their territory. At first it wasn’t many, but as time passed, they grew more… densely populated. This spans through years eight to twelve of her life, and what she remembers of this time isn’t quite as happy as it used to be. Her parents became more and more paranoid, secluding their family from the dangers of humans, but unfortunately this had the opposite affect to what they were intending.

The more they pulled away, the more suspicious their new neighbors became, especially about animals attacks happening in the area around them. It wasn’t long before they turned their suspicion and ire on them, and they came out the other side a village mob down courtesy of Chunhwa’s parents, which was nothing, in her opinion, compared to what they lost in turn.

Freedom didn’t exist anymore after that. Home didn’t exist anymore. Word spread to the wrong people, and soldiers were sent to comb through the area around their “village” before they could get far enough away to be in any way called safe. It was a cold night in the middle of winter when they finally found where they were holed up, and Chunhwa can remember her little sister screaming for their mother. Then her memory goes blank. Or so she says.

Years she spent in captivity aside, when she winks back into existence about one hundred and eighty years ago, she knows how to defend herself. She had to learn not just out of necessity for the person who “kept” her, but out of necessity for staying alive. Things are different now. There are no warm smiles, no curtains in the wind, no salty smell of the sea. No parents. No sister. Nobody. Just her and her thoughts, just her and her violence, just her and her anger, her rage, her displaced emotions. She heads west, and she doesn’t look back at the carnage she leaves behind in her wake.

———

Cherry meets Vivian on year forty of her recollection. They don’t really get along at first, but they band together nonetheless, caught up in a mutually beneficial ally-ship that sows Chunhwa’s loyalties for the next hundred years or more. She attributes her own ascent from a carnal creature of bloodshed and anger to the other lycan, and she has some fondness for the honing of her skills as well, giving her a purpose for her life that was not pain and violence. Fighting the vampires, after all, makes more sense than reckless abandon and not caring who she hurts or what happens to them.

Since the treaty, she has spent most of her time milling about the city, not knowing what to do with herself. The Leechers being “disbanded” leaves her high and dry, and without the sense of purpose that she had found previously. She tries to fill in the void with anything she possibly can. The void of her violence. The void of death. The void of the first forty years of her life. She doesn’t really know what to do with any of it, so she turns to drugs. They don’t work the same way on her as they do on humans, but they do work, and that’s enough for a while. Sex, too. Sex is enough.

For a while.

When she starts studying music production, she remembers the first eight years again. She remembers her father singing to the sea, to his daughters, to his wife. Sometimes she writes his melodies into her songs. Sometimes it even feels like her new purpose, but those times are less frequent.

———-

Chunhwa is emotionally volatile and over-the-top. There’s a certain stubbornness to her that comes with her age, an unchanging sort of firm hardheadedness that can’t quite be shaken despite her obvious ability to adapt to her surroundings, to change with the times. In order to suppress her emotions, she uses any number of different coping mechanisms, a wide array that are both good and very, very bad for her. Whatever keeps her from sinking back into the way she was before she met Vivian is what she aims for, even if none of it seems to work the way that she desperately needs it to.

Given the opportunity, she succumbs to carnal pleasures like she used to succumb to her own anger. She’s hedonistic and loud, outgoing and overwhelmed as much as she is overwhelming. She doesn’t care who falls into her bed anymore, whether they be lycan, leech, or human, and there’s a fluidity in her movements and the capricious way she flits from fascination to fascination that can’t be attested to fifteen years ago.

GENERAL OVERVIEW

FULL NAME: min chunwha. STAGE NAME: cherry. AGE: twenty-seven years old / somewhere between 180 and 220. DOB: novermber 5th. STAR SIGN: scorpio. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: norwegian, swedish, korean, english, mandarin, french. RELIGION: buddhist, but non-practicing. GENDER: cis female. PRONOUNS: she/her/hers. ORIENTATION: bisexual. ORIGINALLY FROM: a nondescript, now non-existent seaside “village” in what is now modern day south korea’s suncheon. CURRENTLY: new york city, new york. OCCUPATION: dj/music producer. PERSONALITY TYPE: estp. ALIGNMENT: chaotic good.

[scraemes]

          ( PARK JIMIN.  AGENDER. )  Aleksander’s coven is intimately familiar with SUWON YI, a dedicated Death Dealer for the coven.  HE is a 750 year old vampire known throughout the New World Coven for being DARING + GENEROUS.  However, those who are familiar with them also know that they are very DECEITFUL - CANTANKEROUS.  They’re known for being the CHAMELEON.  Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.

a dumbass biography.  tldr below.

          first, he’s a fisherman in jeolla.  it’s late goryeo, but the suwon of mud, huts, and nets doesn’t know this.  the country’s in chaos with mongols and famine bearing on their necks and all he’s ever known is the emptiness of land and the bounty of a peaceful ocean.  ( lies start simply here.  yes, to the tax collector, they’ll collect more tomorrow.  no, to his mother, you don’t need to worry.  i love you, he says to a farmer’s daughter, i’ll love you forever.  yes, to his sister, i’ll stay here. )  when generals ride through their coastal town, suwon’s one of the first to volunteer for the ranks.  ( i want to protect my country, he says before making his mark.  it’s not a total lie, though he’ll never admit it.  )  he doesn’t know how to read letters on a page, but he knows how to swing a sword.  fishing’s made his shoulders stronger than others and he’s quickly ushered up the ranks to a position of relative privilege.  a general refines how he reads people and soon, suwon finds himself in the ranks of a golden company pushing the mongols back, back, back. 

          second, he’s a vampire.  after years of fighting end in a tentative peace, suwon returns home and finds his home devastated.  not mongols.  a different breed of creature.  suwon goes searching for whatever ripped the harbors and huts to shreds and finds a band of paler faces with fangs and brilliant blue eyes.  one is his old general.  his world’s expanded in a single night and suwon’s given a choice: join, or die.  it’s the second easiest decision he’s ever made.  he feels more powerful than ever before and he follows the troupe north to the lycan horde.  he helps the slaughter.  suwon journeys west and doesn’t look back.  they’re an old coven, and he never feels home with them.  he feels his best with a weapon in his hand fighting an enemy with a face, and soon he’s heading his own army and chasing lycans throughout the continent.  

          third, he’s a wanderer.  suwon rested in a deep sleep for a few centuries and when he wakes, the world’s entirely different.  his old coven’s a shadow of what it was, and there’s a flourishing industry in the west.  suwon finds himself in england on the cusp of a new century and, lethargic, abandons his old post for something quieter.  it isn’t that years and years of war have made him a pacifist ------ he’s just tired.  he plays with the idea of starting his own family, gains a partner and a few fledglings, learns how to teach and care than kill and refuses the call of covens that ask for his help with lycans in the city.  it never feels right.  not fully.  but there are moments he appreciates.  theater and music, lights and laughter, card games and shopping.  his world slows down and it’s lovely until it’s not.  after decades, he finds himself standing in an empty house, alone, holding a carnaged body and wishing he could cry. 

          silver finds itself back in his hands.  fourth, he’s a punk with a plan.  a rebel with  a cause.  he likes living with the living, he finds, that constant burst of fresh air making him feel alive again and helping lead him to the tunnels where the lycans lay, and he follows unexplained deaths to every corner of europe and asia before stepping foot in the states just as the new world coven makes a truce.  suwon doesn’t like it.  not at all.  no one’s ever knwn peace and he doesn’t understand why vampries and lycans think it’s possible.  the new coven’s a weakness to be exploited, and so he finds himself here, in the city that never sleeps.  a soldier with a death wish, maybe, wondering when a war’s finally going to steal his soul back to hell for good.  or maybe he’s fighting to protect them all ------ he’s seen the devastation beasts have, tasted the pain himself over and over.  suwon doesn’t trust them.  and he won’t rest until they’re gone.

tldr ; fought the mongols, old school soldier.  joined a coven out of spite and revenge and was an elite death squad member.  hardcore grudge against lycans.  slept for a few centuries, woke up in the 19th.  tries and fails at a family before totally rides the vibe of the times and hangs out with the young’ins.  becomes a death dealer in the old coven.  travels all over the world and came to the states to be on the front-lines for when this peace business goes south.  which it will.  obviously.

a few dumbass statistics.

western zodiac sign : aquarius.  element : air.  sexuality : pansexual.  personality type : entj - a. “the commander.”  alignment : lawful neutral.  height : 5′7.  body type : athletic.  hair color : dark grey.   eye color : brown / bright blue ( after feeding idk i can’t remember how it works in the underworld verse ).  skin tone : golden.  

a dumbass playlist.

prblms - 6lack.  if we were made of water - banks.  russian soul - skott.  badbye - rm, eAeon.  ghost - halsey.  hold on, we’re going home - lykke li.  angel - massive attack.  energy - avelino, stormzy, skepta.  m.a.a.d city - kendrick lamar.  sicko mode - travis scott, drake.  money - cardi b.  blood in the cut - k. flay.  lonely soul - unkle, richard ashcroft.  hollow moon - awolnation.  paint it, black - ciara.  desire - meg myers.  closer - nine inch nails.

some dumbass aesthetics.

gucci loafers.  catnaps.  a low chuckle against your neck.  silk on skin.  mouth full of white lies.  open collars.  heavy sunglasses and sparkling ears.  rumble of the metro in the dark.  burning neon bulbs.  sly grins.  humid summer nights.  dangling cross earrings.  a fresh manicure and flashing rings.  loaded silver bullets.  old war stories.  smooth skin in candlelight.  blood-stained lips.  miniature tattoos.  homesickness.  ancient grudges.

dumbass headcanons.

hair color changes all the time.  still has battle scars from his time in the goryeo militia.  pierced ears -- need i say more.  obsessed with the lost boys and has very strong feelings about the ultimate trio that could’ve been david, michael, and star.  flat-out tells people he’s a vampire because he’s too old to be fucking with anonymity.  knows four languages fluently, but can curse in twenty.  can barely read in any language.  fuck walking, he’s always taking the public transport.  hasn’t paid for a drink in a hundred years.  the last book he read was fifty shades of grey.  before that, it was animal farm back in 1947.  gucci shades, valentino sneakers.  has a rug made of lycan fur he only brings out to piss people off.  dated michaelangelo before he was famous.  does one good deed a month, like run for charity or donate yeezys to goodwill.  raised buddhist and still kind of affiliated.  

some not dumb connections.

sired vampires.  a sire.  former fledglings.  fellow soldiers.  trained death dealers.  unfortunate run-ins.  lycans related  ( familial, platonically, or romantically )  to ones he’s killed.  allies who are also openly anti-peace.  suspicions who are openly pro-peace.  a lycan he let free before the peace, for reason tbd.  old friends.  former lovers.  a death dealer he goes on patrols  ( ? )  with.  neighbor who’s room is next to his at the coven’s headquarters.  a new vamp who’s bringing him to the 21st century.  a vamp he’s bringing to the late 20th century.  a lycan who’s really testing his patience.  a lycan who’s really going to make him question what he thinks of the world.  gaming partners at the local arcade.  competitors.  someone who annoys the shit out of him.  a bad influence.  a good influence.  a distant relative.

note : suwon is freshly arrived in new york city, but has been on the continent for about a year.

[crashnbxrn]

「 you think yourself above the wolves, above the makers and the destroyers of the world, above the gods. and yet, little lion, you have so far to go before you are above yourself.」

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what’s up, what’s up ladies n gents n everybody in between! my name’s skye, mun here of the lovely not apollo choi (fc. jackson wang)! i’m very excited to be here, i’ve been eyeing this roleplay for about a month now I believe (??) and have been wanting to join tenfold, which I finally decided to go through with! below the cut you’ll find out some more of my boy here ― if you would like to plot, my discord user is sunnyburst#8001 or you can hit me up in tumblr PM’s! can’t wait to get to know you all, MWUAH 💗💗

( JACKSON WANG. MALE. ) Aleksander’s coven is intimately familiar with ( APOLLO CHOI, ) a dedicate Death Dealer for the coven. ( HE) is a ( 622 ) year old vampire known throughout the New World Coven for being ( CLEVER + STEADFAST. ) However, those who are familiar with them also know that they are very ( MANIPULATIVE + CRUEL. ) They’re known for being the ( LION. ) Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.

  ⤹ ―――――  ⤸

～ INFORMATION

full name // apollo choi [ it should be noted that his birth name is kept closely guarded ] 

nickname(s) // leo, heatstroke

age // 25 622

gender // male

species // vampire

title // the lion

birthdate // august 6, 1397

birthplace // hanyang, korea (modern-day seoul)

occupation // ex-death dealer, ceo of a major movie studio

ethnicity // korean

orientation // bisexual, although he’s scared to admit it and keeps it under wraps

status // single

languages // korean, english, spanish, french, cantonese

―――

fc // jackson wang

hair // dark brown

eyes // chocolate/hazel - gold

height // 6'3" ft

weight // 183 lb

body // muscular, slim

style // suave and modern, always clean-cut, fashionable but doesn’t experiment too much

defining features // besides his canines, speckled hazel heterochromia in his left eye

tattoos // n/a

scars // n/a

―――

horoscope // leo

zodiac // ox

element // fire

moral alignment // neutral evil

type // ESTP - the entrepreneur

house // gryffindor

religion // none - atheist

fears // really only one; to have his secrets be outed without his wanting

chronic // n/a

positive // insightful, clever, reliable, articulate, charismatic, level-headed, hard-working, incisive, authoritative

neutral // determined, distinctive, passionate, romantic, complex

negative // blunt, manipulative, crafty, hot-headed, cruel, vengeful, presumptuous, twisted

⤹ ――――― ⤸

～ PAST

it’s long af whoops

[ TW: mentions of physical abuse, slight gore, death ]

apollo was born to a high-class noble family in hanyang, korea on what we know as august 6, 1397

growing up in the peak of the joseon dynasty and one of the country’s golden ages, there was not much the young boy needed, but rather everything that he wanted

his father was a high-ranking member of the city’s caste system, one of the generals that assisted in ushering in the new era

his childhood is spent alternating between school for preparation in aristocracy and basking in the social standards of the time ― while he isn’t old enough to begin more ‘dangerous’ tasks, the patriarch implements training in everything from horseback riding to whittling for apollo to enjoy

life isn’t good for him, it’s great ; he doesn’t have to worry about much, and when he does there’s people around him available to clear up any ‘misunderstandings’ in a heartbeat

still, as he grows older, a superiority complex begins to take hold of the young boy, coupled strangely with a boredom he had yet to experience before

the result? a horrible combination that begins to warp his personality in tidbits, before he fully ‘sinks in’ so to speak

by 12 his father has deemed him ready to embark on more trials outside of simple pleasantries. never mind the golden age of science and art ― apollo’s father was a militaristic man through and through, and he knew war would come one way or another

so the youth begins to learn of the knowledge of battle; how to wield a sword, proper fighting techniques, the instinct of survival ― such is beaten into him in more ways than one, excuses for failure reaching deaf ears and perfection being the only goal

this type of treatment does well to cause both vice and virtue for apollo; the once happy boy is twisted in a grasp of frost and cruelty, and yet he finds himself training ever harder and hardly taking heed to words outside of his father’s opinion

he’s 16, young and ablaze, a fire coursing through his veins despite his frigid approach. apollo’s beginning to make a name for himself, partaking in whatever challenges present themselves, discerning towards talks of a bright future when all he wanted was blood

his elders begin to take note of this and, under pleased recommendation from his father, ascend apollo to become apart of the high-ranking royal guard ordered to protect the king and his family

while he would rather be out on the battlefield (despite the age of scientific expansion, there was also trifles to be meddled in), apollo took the opportunity with steadfast determination and took his job as seriously as one could

he finds himself betrothed at age 18 on consideration by his father who is eager for a lineage, a fragile noble girl in all sense of the word being chosen as a ‘perfect fit’. apollo could hardly care, however  ― if he had his way, he would be married to his sword, yet he supposed a woman would do for the time being

still, time goes on with little interruptions; the beast marries the beauty, he’s promoted to personal guard of the youngest prince, and his often-times anger is allowed to be sated on whoever is unfortunate enough to end up in chains that day

yet, soon trouble begins to brew, although not with him ― tensions between korea and japan begin to rock the state, rumors of war falling over the distant hills being drunk up by the common rabble. apollo is eager for such to arrive, hoping to take part in what he sees as ‘festivities’, despite being obviously chained to protection over the 13 year old boy all considered ‘prince’

and yet this boy was the cause for much of his frustration ― opposed to when apollo was young, the prince was futile and weak, eager to take part in more pleasantries rather than learn of his future duties to the dynasty

such often enraged the elder, forced to bite his tongue in earnest of stepping out his ‘boundaries’ despite having much to say

trouble, however, spirals downwards quickly within his life ― with the prince turning 20 and him lingering atop 25, apollo would hope that the 5-year continuation from him first being assigned would only shape up the younger. however, it seems to be quite the opposite; the prince spends his time ‘play fighting’, as apollo calls it, and dragging his guard through the forest in daily hunts that hardly often accounted for anything due to his skill. on top of that, it is found that his young wife is infertile, and despite hardly caring for any child at all, she is cast out of the marriage and lowered within society’s eyes

yet one such hunting trip results in tragedy ― after the two embark on their routine that apollo had become all-too used to, they come across a herd of wild boars the prince is eager to slaughter. after attempting to quell his lineage to no avail, an argument ensues; the prince comments on how apollo is out of line, and he likewise comments that the royal is going to get himself killed ― unfortunately, it results on the attention of the boars being caught, and apollo hardly has time to get out of the way before he’s being battered and speared through with bone

the prince, in retaliation, runs away

spine broken, bleeding out on autumn leaves, apollo shifts back and forth through consciousness enough to make out an approaching figure before everything goes dark ― such a figure, unknown to him, would change his life (and death) forever

he awakes a day later in a home hidden by the shadows of the treetops, not far from hanyang. he believes he is dead, and yet the being waiting there for him discerns otherwise ― he is alive, just not in the traditional sense.

apollo spends a month with the mysterious figure, who he comes to know as his ‘sire’, and learns of his existence. of how he was destined to die, and came by much more powerful and much stronger. of how the figure had been stalking them for the perfect moment to strike, only to find another opportunity instead. the realization of him being ‘vampire’ surprisingly comes easy to apollo; he approaches his existence as a gift more than a curse, especially considering the abilities that come along with it.

when he returns home he is met with shock, remorse, celebration, and guilt, particularly from the young prince who had abandoned him. his story is simple― after being left to die by the royal, apollo managed to crawl to a nearby stream and patch his wounds with mud and leaves, obviously leaving out the ‘broken spine’ detail. his explanation as to how he had healed completely back to his healthy self? blessings from the gods, that of which was good enough to deem him fit for society

much to apollo’s pleasure, the prince was chastised and punished in a dutiful manner for his cowardice and betrayal. becoming used to his usual bloodlust that came from not feeding went easier than he expected as well ― the ‘lepers’ cast out provided well enough sustenance for apollo, and not a single soul bat an eyelash at their deaths. 

ageing, however, was a different issue ― he could not stay 25 within the city for long, and yet religion played enough of a part in hiding such a fact. years passed and apollo gave praises to the gods for his ‘youthful’ appearance even at 32, noble families falling over him in an effort to obtain being part of his lineage, and yet he hardly cared to give them a glance ― to apollo, there were better things on the horizon, and he wanted to experience it all

so, what was the best thing to do? fake his death, obviously. superstition ran high in his community, so he simply walked off into the woods one day and never returned ― they would fret, apollo knew, but overtime they would simply reason that he was ‘reclaimed’ by the deities. in truth? he returned to the home he had first woken up to, only to find it empty ― his sire was nowhere to be found.

did he break down into tears? cry out in the dark? hardly; for a newborn vampire, apollo had nerves and determination of steel, and simply ‘set up camp’ for the time being. if he couldn’t live in the city, he would live where he could be free

apollo’s world is about as interesting as it can get after that ― he alternates between staying in woods to returning to hanyang after he’s sure every other generation has died out. the same story of being a ‘newcomer’ is told regardless, and no one ever questions it because they hardly know him. this sort of ‘schedule’ he has allows him to be both separated yet still grow with the times. he admits that the future was not exactly what he expected, and yet all-too exciting for vampire. time passes in the blink of an eye for an immortal, watching as his home of hanyang shifts in the modern city of seoul ― such a sight triggers something within apollo, and he realizes he too must change with the world

new york city is not the first choice on his list; rather, the vampire changes his name and attempts to travel to london as a more ‘immediate’ deviation. however, he is not received well ― altercations involving vampire covens within the city eventually push him out, solace within the european countries not found for long. the united states is next; it’s a melting pot, and exactly what apollo is looking for, yet new york catches his eye above most. deviating from his original plan of los angeles, the vampire is pleased at the anonymity of the city and the opportunities presented with it greatly

a chance encounter with 3 lone vampires including himself results in meeting aleksander and eventually being inducted into his coven. at first, apollo is thrown off by the sudden influx of ‘sociability’ that is expected, yet he soon finds it endearing enough and something he admires, even. he is one of the first to join up as a death dealer when the role is announced ― although his seductive nature and sadism is not attributed to only one species, apollo is all-too eager to sate the never ending lust for war and blood he finds the opportunity of in hunting with his  newfound brothers and sisters. even after the death dealers ‘officially’ disbanded, he still heeds the call of aleksander whenever needed, more than pleased to assist in whatever is required of him.

⤹ ――――― ⤸

～ FACTS

his birth name is not apollo choi, and has been kept a secret and on the backburner since he was turned ― he sees it as his ‘past’ self and a chain to his current identity

after arriving in nyc, he’s since found a love for film (or rather ‘entertainment’ as a whole) and began his own movie studio, that of which skyrocketed in popularity and is now among some of the top ones in the country. he keeps himself separated from the majority of his employees so that he can ‘hand down’ the company to himself ― those necessarily close to him are fellow vampires, who he knows he can trust with his immortality

sometime after he was turned he came to realization that he was bisexual rather than straight. while he is a rather romantic individual and wishes for a lot, he’s scared of dedicated love with the way he is, and keeps his sexuality under wraps for fear of someone possibly using it against him

his overall personality is very sadistic and twisted ― he finds joy in the pain he causes others, depending on who they are, and isn’t one known for mercy among the death dealers

apollo believes in ‘ability’ more than ‘possibility’. it is partially one of the reasons he no longer is religious; he finds the belief in the supernatural on earth and the immortality they possess to be far against any idea of ‘god’ or ‘gods’

he was nicknamed ‘leo’ by aleksander due to his fiery passion and his bravery in what he does. he’s attempted to get tattoos of lions on his body, but finds that they forcibly heal due to his abilities

[chokedecho]

( KIM HYOJONG. CIS MALE. ) Rumor has it that ( HU “JAE” SUNJAE ) has been spotted skulking around  New York City streets recently. ( HE ) is a ( 58 ) year old ( VAMPIRE. ) They have a good reputation for being ( POETIC & GENTLE, ) but have also been known to be rather ( EERIE & RECLUSIVE. ) They’re known for being the ( OUTCAST. )

y’all know the drill by now. jae is a special baby to me and he’s kinda hard to explain so i’mma do my best….ヽ(◕﹏◕)ﾉ

E A R L Y  L I F E .

sunjae was born to two adoring parents in a very small town in south korea. surrounded by forest and heavily wooded areas, the town’s population was as small as the homes themselves and everyone knew everyone. a community and a family.

as a child, jae would spend many summer days beside a small creek less than half a mile from his home, and always with his mother’s supervision or the supervision of another neighbouring parent. the forest was not something to fear, but rather a large playground filled with adventure and never ending exploration. however, this feeling left the small boy a little too comfortable with his surroundings and failed to instil the appropriate levels of caution for how dangerous wandering off alone could be.

the sun was beginning to set on another lovely summer’s day when jae’s mother turned her back for only a second, and a second was all that it took. jae was sure he had seen something in the trees, perhaps an animal or another child, and childlike curiosity had him following small glimpses that could just as easily have been the breeze bristling the trees.

by the time jae’s attention span ended, the little boy found himself in a part of the forest he did not recognise, and as he attempted to retrace his steps back towards his mother, he wound up getting himself lost deeper and deeper into the densely wooded miles that surrounded and engulfed his home.

every member of the town spent days upon days searching for the lost little boy, parents frantic as onlookers pitied the sight of their own nightmares coming true. no one could bear the loss of such a loved little boy, nor would they give up looking for him no matter how hopeless it seemed.

jae spent a total of six days and seven nights alone in the woods, hungry, bruised, battered, exhausted and petrified. it is unlikely he would have survived a single day longer, already sick from the “foods” he had attempted to forage from the forest itself, as well as the water he had drank from the creek each time their paths crossed.

more than the physical, jae’s experience had taken such a mental toll on the small boy that for weeks after he was stuck in his own head, seeing nothing but nightmares and creatures of the dark surrounding him. home did not look like home. his parents did not look like his parents. he did not speak a word, and he barely recognised a single one spoken to him. scared to death was no longer just a saying, but rather a reality to him. he knew the true meaning of such fear, and it felt like there was no recovering from such a thing.

months passed and his parents came to the haunting realisation that jae needed more help than they could provide. they did not have the funds nor the means to give their little boy the type of care he needed, nor could they fully understand what was going on in his head. it was with heartbreak and anguish that they decided to have jae sent to the states to live with his more affluent relatives there. his aunt, to be exact. from there he could see a myriad of psychologists, psychiatrists, hypnotherapists and more, trying desperately to rescue him from the dark depths of his own mind.

a little under a year after his initial disappearance, jae’s mind and memory went blank.

dissociative amnesia is the name of the condition he later came to learn. an illness rooted in the trauma he experienced, and his mind’s attempts and protecting itself whenever he felt triggered or unsafe. for hours, days, sometimes weeks at a time, jae would forget who he was, where he was from, and any other detail of his life. he would wander much like he did in the forest, dazed and confused and in need of constant supervision to keep him safe from harm.

this condition followed him into adulthood, though the episodes thankfully became fewer and further between as his mind matured enough to not see danger in the smallest of things.

what also followed him into teenagehood and then adulthood, was the stigma attached to the reclusive young boy who hardly ever spoke, never interacted with other children, and came with a rather... creepy vibe. he was the child in the neighbourhood that no parent wanted their own to befriend, warning them off of the boy before he even had a chance to form a connection. people could not understand his illness or the way he acted, and ignorance led them to be fearful of it instead.

jae became the boy that whispers followed, but who could turn a room to silence simply by entering. if a local pet went missing, his aunt’s door would be near bashed in with people accusing jae of playing a part -- in hurting the small creature. his anxieties were mistaken for much darker, dangerous motivations, and it seemed everyone and their momma knew how to diagnose a sociopath 101. it was as if the entire town was waiting for his face to be plastered across the newspapers as america’s newest serial killer.

but none of that was true.

jae was, and is, a gentle soul. whilst he maintained his ‘creepy’ vibes, lurking in the shadows and scribbling into his notebooks rather than socialising or making an effort to seem (for lack of a better word) normal, he also maintained his soft, sweet and childlike innocence. trapped in his head as a lost little boy, he hid away not out of a distaste for people, but rather a fear too many noises, too many colours, too many bodies and people. he grew to accept his role as the outcast, not even blinking an eye when he was used as the butt of every high school joke, prank or dare.

S U P E R N A T U R A L .

at the age of twenty-five, jae’s aunt had become too old to keep a constant watch over her now-adult nephew. when he would disappear for days at a time, she had to accept that this would forever be a part of their lives and that all she could do now was sit back and pray for his safe return.

this time, however, his return never came.

jae initially had stumbled into a pack of lycans. he was still human at the time, and he was entirely lost and clueless as to where or how he had met this group of people. when asked his name, he was unable to answer, and somewhere along the way he had lost, been scammed or robbed of any identification he may of had on his person. the pack’s leecher took him in for a few nights, aware that he would be a prime victim for the local vampires’ snacking desires. it didn’t seem as though anyone was looking for him or would worry after his disappearance, and perhaps this leecher was a little softer on this human than she should have been.

when he finally came to, remembering his identity and to whom he belonged, the kind leecher was nowhere in sight. fully intent on coming back to her after he had found a payphone to alert his aunt to his well-being, jae never reached his destination nor found his way back.

he doesn’t remember much of what happened, just pain and the scent of blood filling his senses and leaving him queasy. he was sure he would die that day, and in some ways he did.

coming to as a vampire was eerily similar to coming to from an episode, left trying to fill in the blanks of his memory and put together the pieces of his life. things had changed, no longer able to return to his home and to his aunt, yet somehow they still felt the same. he was still cursed to stay in the shadows, the be nothing but a silent threat that left a chill down every human’s spine, but now he actually was the monster they had all pegged him to be.

for years he has lived a solitary life, feeding on animals whenever possible and pushing his body to the extremes of starvation before feeding on a human.

if he could have his way, he would never feed again, but he’s learned from experience that pushing too far and going too long without indulging brings his mind back to a place where he cannot bear to let it go, and he will wake after a blackout with blood staining his lips and no memory of who it belongs to or where he has been.

T L ; D R .

lost boy grows up to be creepy outcast boy.

spends his life scribbling in his notebook, writing poems & composing songs.

gentle giant!!!!!!!

big time loner who is as scared of himself as he is everyone else at this point.

needs a hug but wouldn’t know how to accept one.

pls love. ty.

[sorcnn]

( KIM HONGJOONG. CIS MALE. ) Rumor has it that ( SOREN PARK  ) has been spotted skulking around  New York City streets recently. ( HE ) is a ( 19 ) year old ( LYCAN. ) They have a good reputation for being( LOQUACIOUS + AFFECTIONATE, ) but have also been known to be rather ( FLIGHTY - CHILDISH. ) They’re known for being the ( INFLUENCER. )

do you see what i see in this gif? that is an actual literal puppy and therefore, the perfect fc for my lycan!son. also he’s a rl baby and so i had to play him as a baby. i’m actually going to try and keep this brief this time and so the sparknotes summary is that the main posted this suggested muse prompt “ a college student / influencer that got turned but still manages to live their cute lil unbothered life & really doesn’t care about any of the politics “ and i said BET. anyways here’s wonderall soren:

born from first generation korean immigrants, soren was the ray of light of his household and everything revolved around him. not in a spoiled way because his family didn’t really have a lot with which to spoil him but in the sense that he was the vessel into which both his hard working parents put all of their hopes and dreams. he was going to be the one to take advantage of all that ‘america’ has to offer (air quotes bc i hate my country)!! no pressure or anything.

from the outset, it was clear that soren was bright. he learned english alongside his parents and picked it up as quickly as his korean. he absorbed numbers, shapes, words, all with a voracity with which his overjoyed parents almost couldn’t keep up

however, alongside his natural intellect, soren also had a wealth of energy that sometimes directly worked against his learning abilities. often coming across as airy and flighty, soren always had to be doing something. going somewhere. letting out all that pent up boredom somehow! he loved climbing, running, dancing, playing. sitting down for his lessons was fine at first but he quickly tired and had to go-go-go onto something else.

when he was tested at a physical, he would be proven to have a nearly eidetic memory and a high testing iq but just... a very small attention span as a result. almost like his tiny body just didn’t have the space for all those brains and so it was escaping him in other ways.

but no matter, he found ways to make it work! certain study tactics were better for him (intensive notes, color coding w added doodles etc) but also like... skipping the studying sometimes and just taking the test blind kept him from tiring of the material 

surrounding himself with people also helped immensely. as soon as he was able to branch out and make friends, soren found an outlet for some of that restlessness. he could channel it into other people, learning everything about them and being the most attentive and loyal gd friend he could be. he’d have study groups and hangouts and just generally was able to be a lot more productive academically while also becoming reasonably popular. 

by the time he hit high school age, he was top of his class, well liked at school and he’d found a passion for science and anatomy that would eventually translate into a med school path!! 

he also started dating. boys girls, it didn’t really matter to ren. he liked people and he liked getting to know them one on one. just like he was in his friendships, he was an attentive boyfriend and that was when he fell in love with the idea of being in love. 

basically, despite not coming from much, he lived a charmed life. and to be honest? he wasn’t an asshole about his popularity nor intelligence. he was infuriatingly kind and never made a single enemy in his entire life.

he graduated a year early and with a full scholarship to a pre-med program at a prestigious ny university.  he was excited to start secondary education and felt like it’d be a challenge for once, academically and socially. he was excited to explore young adulthood and like, living on his own! parties! more friendships and relationships!

monetarily, though, moving to the big city was going to be hard. he didn’t have a job and although obviously he was getting his tuition #paid, there was still housing and the general price of living... it was gonna be a financial strain and he couldn’t just ask his parents to fork over the cash.

so he started looking for ways he could help himself. he had tried summer jobs before but his immaturity and short attention span got him fired from all of them. this was even more serious -- he’d not be able to get started on living his Dream if he didn’t get and keep employment!! 

the answer came about on accident. as a popular kid (and a cute one at that) of course he had social media. over the last two-three years of high school, his accounts blew up because he really dressed to that vintage aesthetic eboy audience. instagram was especially fun and ended up being something he was good at -- he could work out his energies finding shooting locations and coming up with fun ways to take his own pictures (or getting friends involved, taking their pictures, etc. he’s that post-millennial gen you KNOW they were annoying hipsters about it but we love him ok)

sponsorships were the start but not where it ends. soren made a pretty penny through his insta the summer leading up to his freshman year start date and it was enough to get him going but he needed more. 

freshman year was a dream come true! he loved his classes, made fast friends and got his first college boyfriend. life was great and he didn’t want to let that shatter just because his apartment payments were steep and the price of living was ridiculous in the city. there were breakups and all nighters and less than 100% tests but he was? doing his best!! so ofc he wanted to find a way to continue to sustain his independence... 

what he’s doing now isn’t really sugar babying, okay... but like you know those patreon egirls who make money sending pictures and videos to their patrons? and whose content is sorta cutesy but also a little side eye? that’s kind of where soren ended up and he’s v successful at it. he’s making decent cash every month and it goes hand in hand with his social media influencer career’s climb. win-win!

he had the equation for success! which is why being bitten by a lycan kinda wasn’t in the plans. 

it happened pretty fcking recently. i haven’t completely married myself to the idea of how he was turned -- whether it was just by accident by a stranger or some incident with a lover etc but regardless, it was definitely not what he INTENDED OK. there aren’t a lot of lycan transformation tutorials on instagram so he was panicking and disappeared from socials for the start of the summer. 

now he’s affiliated with the pack but also ... he’s still just doing his best to pretend it’s not a thing. he wants to keep with his schooling (were there doctor lycans? he wants to be a labor & delivery doctor, was that allowed? so many q’s he was just gonna ignore rip) and doesn’t care for the politics AT ALL. especially the fact that he’s meant to be suspicious of the vampires. why would he do that when he’s probably never been mean to someone in his whole life? 

summary: hyper, bright, overly loving fresh lycan pup who is in denial that his life has to change in any way. friendly & naturally flirty -- dates like it’s his second (third?) job, wants to befriend the world and make it a better place which leaves no room for lycan-vampire politics! hongjoong irl is ... teeny. so once again i’m playing a character closer to 5 feet tall than 6 and maybe i have a problem but we’re gonna ignore it! LIKE THIS to maybe plot that’s all. this was shorter than val’s... surely...

[lackingethics]

hello hello it is u, ur local headass, back with another beeb. u can find some QUICK FACTZ about this fine lady isobel right under that cut down there. her bio is also here, and i’ve also got a handy dandy wanted connections list here if that interests u. pls hit up my d/scrd if you wanna plot or would like a starter!!!

( JADE TAILOR. CISFEMALE. ) Everyone in Vivian’s pack knows of ( ISOBEL LEVESQUE, ) one of her loyal Leechers. ( SHE ) is/are a ( 307 ) year old lycan known amongst their packmates for being ( CHARISMATIC & SENSUAL ) but also quite ( DISSOLUTE & OPPORTUNISTIC. ) They’re known for being the ( WOMAN IN RED. ) Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.

she is that ‘chaotic lawful bc i have a moral code but no one knows what it is’ type

shes honest but like… in a slippery way. she’ll never lie to you but she also won’t always tell you the truth

likes red, pretty and/or expensive things, making men cry, chocolate

dislikes dishonesty, disrespect, broken promises, and being deceived

literally always dressed to the nines. even her pajamas are designer

she was part of the first group of lycans to venture into the americas & has been loyal to vivian’s pack since before it was even led by vivian

knows how to use her sexuality to her advantage, and almost always does

has a penchant for ‘adopting’ orphaned lycans (whether that means lycans whose parents are dead or who don’t know/coexist with their sire)

she’s killed a lot of vamps but she doesn’t have like a personal hatred for them really it was just a job she had to do

she’s charismatic when she wants to be and brutal when she has to be

if you touch one of her dancers without their explicit permission, she will tear off your hand and nail it to the wall alongside all the other hands of people who don’t understand no means no

also uhhhh…. definitely submitting a wanted connection for foster siblings bc i love FAMILIES but also if u have an existing lycan and would be interested… message me

in conclusion shes a boss bitch w a soft heart and a talent for compartmentalizing

[ofddenson-blog]

( SAMUEL LARSEN. MALE. ) Rumor has it that ( NEHEMIAH DENSON ) has been spotted skulking around New York City streets recently. ( HE ) is a ( 350 ) year old ( LYCAN. ) They have a good reputation for being ( LAID BACK + FRIENDLY, ) but have also been known to be rather ( AIMLESS - STUBBORN. ) They’re known for being the ( LOST SOUL. )

Hullo~! I’m Haiz and I go by they/them pronouns. I’m super stoked to be here (been stalking this place since before it opened) and can’t wait to rp with as many of you as I can. Fair warning though, I haven’t rped or even written anything in forever so please excuse whatever the hell that mess below is. I’ve had Nemo for a few years now but I’m literally still trying to figure this boy out. Enjoy!

-         He’s a “pureblood” Lycan as he inherited the virus from both his parents. While his father was born human, Nehemiah’s mother who was a Lycan from birth turned his father after he was stabbed by a gang of bandits when they were traveling around Mexico before Nehemiah was born.

-         Nehemiah’s never cared much about the Vampire-Lycan war at all because he’s lost nothing to it and he's usually too busy worrying about the next club or party he’ll be attending. He’s a lover and not a fighter, unless he absolutely has to be, and would rather be swallowing copious amounts of alcohol and drugs next to the loud speakers of a nightclub or wooing pretty people to bed than out there sinking his claws into every vampire he comes across. However, that doesn’t mean he won’t kick some ass if he’s provoked or someone has intentionally hurt someone he cares about.

-        Nehemiah doesn’t do labels when it comes to his sexuality and probably never will. He struggled with this and was terrified by it for many years during the times it wasn’t accepted, but he’s put that past him and now doesn’t care what’s between someone’s legs because he’ll still sleep with them regardless. It’s all the more the merrier to him. He’s also polyamorous and doesn’t believe in keeping his partners all to himself if he manages to find someone he’s actually interested in dating since he doesn’t do much of that.

-         He was born in Mexico to a Maya mother and Norwegian noble father in the last Maya Kingdom, but his parents decided to move to New York City, then called New Amsterdam, after the kingdom fell to the Spanish and raised Nehemiah there. So, he’s been living in New York for a very long time and only moved to Brooklyn when he found Vivian’s pack. He still has an apartment in the city that he bought years ago and often travels between the two boroughs.

-         His parents died in a ship accident 200 years ago which left Nehemiah with little to nothing to survive on his own. He inherited almost nothing when his father died because he was an illegitimate and mixed child compared to the ones his father had back in Norway so he was left with only the house that they bought in New Amsterdam. The next 100 years were very difficult for him as he attempted to evade slavery and starving to death, doing whatever he could to provide for himself on the harsh streets of New York before he finally received the rest of his father’s inheritance after the other family had died which made his life a little easier.

-         Despite his loyalty and love for his pack, Nehemiah only searched for one because his parents told him Lycans were stronger together than alone and only stuck around because he had nothing else to do (and he was sick of being alone). He’d spent so much time trying to survive on his own after his parents died that he never had any dreams that didn’t involve finding food and shelter. He had hoped that finding a family of his own would give him some purpose in life but still hasn’t found one even after all these years. Nehemiah thought he’d feel content with partying forever when he first tried it, but he’s reaching an age where he’s really starting to question what the hell he wants to do or is supposed to do with his immortality when the partying gets old.

CONNECTIONS:

Literally give me anything. I don’t care if it’s lovers, friends, frenemies, best/friends, past/current lovers, one night stands who can’t let go, current/past crushes, something toxic and dysfunctional, something cute and fluffy. Gimme all of them! 

[pointdteeth]

helloooo loves! here we are with muse #2! Below the cut is a little about my angry old man, please hit that like button or catch me in the chat so we can plot things!

( BILL SKARSGÅRD. CISMALE. ) Aleksander’s coven is intimately familiar with ( DAMIEN SINCLAIR, ) a dedicate Death Dealer for the coven. ( HE ) is/are a ( 882 ) year old vampire known throughout the New World Coven for being ( SERIOUS + DEVOTED. )However, those who are familiar with them also know that they are very ( DEMANDING + CONTROLLING. ) They’re known for being the ( INSURGENT. ) Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.

Quick Facts:

he’s a pureborn vampire

he’s a Death Dealer, the fact that his job is “disbanded” means nothing to him.

hes angry. 

he likes to lurk around keeping tabs on people of interest to him

his hatred for lycans stems from personal experience

Background/Bio:

Damien was born a vampire, surviving the virus as an infant which just proved how resilient he was to become. His parents worked closely with the elders of the Vampire world and Damien spent all of his childhood just trying to learn everything he could. Always putting himself where he didn’t belong just to try and figure out the things that everyone kept from him. 

Damien knew from a young age that he wanted to be a Death Dealer, training hard and pushing himself harder. He’s loyal to his elders and just wanted to make his parents proud.

He isn’t the type who will let himself fail at anything, and the only time he’s ever admitted failing was the day his family was murdered at the hand of one of the Lycan’s Leechers. He wasn’t there to protect them and because of that he lost everyone. Something he never forgot. 

Damien embraced the anger, just funneling it into his work and his training. He made a promise to himself that he wasn’t going to miss anything like that again. He’s ruthless and unforgiving, most who find themselves on his bad side usually stay there

[tosink]

( XIAO DEJUN. CIS MALE. ) Rumor has it that ( SHEN KEUNG ) has been spotted skulking around  New York City streets recently. ( HE ) is/are a ( 19 / 22 )year old ( LYCAN. ) They have a good reputation for being ( AUTHENTIC & EMPATHETIC, ) but have also been known to be rather ( RESERVED & APPREHENSIVE. ) They’re known for being the ( RETICENT. )

howdy ~ i’m effy. i'm twenty-four, trans masc & use he / they pronouns. uhm, i don’t know sleep personally & i probably died on the titantic. it has been a While since i was in an rp so i’m Nervous but please be my friend & feel free to reach out to plot via here or discord

here’s the TL;DR stats & run down on my guy shen keung.

FULL NAME: shen keung. NICKNAME(S): kee / key, keke, ken. AGE: twenty-two years old. DOB:  march  8th,  1997. SUN / MOON / RISING / MC: pisces / pisces / capricorn / scorpio CHINESE ZODIAC: ox. GENDER: cis male. PRONOUNS: he / him / his. ORIENTATION: bisexual SPECIES: lycan. HEIGHT: 5'6½ FROM: london, endland. CURRENTLY: brooklyn, new york city, new york. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, cantonese, mandarin, some korean. very little ( mostly literary understanding ) french & japanese. RELIGION: agnostic. EDUCATION: completed high school ; some university. PERSONALITY TYPE: INFP ( the idealist ) ALIGNMENT: neutral good. NOTABLE: occasionally wears wire-rimmed glasses, small divot in right front tooth from long standing habit of holding a pen / paint brush between his teeth

a lil s'nopsis:  

he is an artist & thus nearly always covered in some kind of art material, more often than not, paint

used to work part time with his mother while attending college to earn a BFA in the literal fine arts

a year into studying he was bitten 

( by a rogue or non-pack unaffiliated lycan, perhaps but who’s to say really, he doesn’t remember the who of it. this is a wanted connection ). 

he very nearly didn’t survived 

( in fact, technically he died for several minutes before defibrillation brought him back to life. )

he’s got some trauma surrounding the subject & likely won’t talk about it.

subsequently to the attack, he quit working as an assistant for his mother & dropped out of college to come to terms with uh being a lycan & what that meant for him

during that time, whilst on a particularly chaotic full moon bender, he had come in contact with another lycan who helped him with his control & also informed him of the History of their kind / their war / the current tentative state of peace.

( this is also a wanted connection ) 

generally thinks that keeping the peace would be the best option for everyone & doesn’t particularly see the point of a war

nor feel as though it is really his place to be involved considering the nature in which he was turned

the above being said he does feel a sense of loyalty to the pack for ‘ taking care of him ’

dislikes being in the lycan form to be completely honest, there’s a sense of internalized fear & uh has a bit of a monster complex about it

currently works odd hours at an art gallery to pay rent & has moved into his studio now to save money

his parents’ have quite prominent accents when they speak english, which they used to do much more when he was a child but generally speak a lazy combination of cantonese & mandarin in the house

as a result he has a mishmash of english / new york accent when he speaks english

lil more history ( feel free to skip this bit, i suppose?? it’ll all be on his blog eventually if it isn’t already )

his grandparents immigrated to London, England during the 1950′s, had a single child in the 60′s ( his mother ) who married his father, a fellow Chinese Englishman who studied law

he only lived in london for about three years so he doesn’t have much memory of that but his grandparents still live there & he used to visit every summer as a child

his parents immigrated to New York City in the late 90′s just in time for the turn of the century

his father opened a small law firm

his mother works as a tailor, as stated above, keung used to assist her  

they were very close until a few years ago ( after he was turned, he kind of became estranged from them for their own safetly & generally only joins sees them once or twice a month despite them all living in the city )

he used to get bullied as a kid in school for uhm ?? everything. ya know, the early 2000′s? when racism & the word ‘gay’ was tossed around a lot without much thought or consequence

his parents are rather liberal though & were supportive when he eventually came out to them ( there was a learning curve involved but, generally supportive ) before going to college

the only thing they ever had a big disagreement on was that he chose to go to school for an unstable career in art instead of joining his father at the law firm 

mostly this was an issue with his father being Openly disappointed any time the subject was broached

this also manifested as a lack of interest in his art which still upsets keung

his dropping out of school has disappointed them further & put more of a strain on their relationship

considers going back to college but the near death experience has made him rather restless & uncertain about his future / what he truly wants

pinterest board for him if anyone’s interested in that.

[gamblingsea]

( LEE “HUTA” MINHYUK. CIS MALE. ) Rumor has it that PARK “CHANCE” GIHOE has been spotted skulking around  New York City streets recently. HE is a 119 year old VAMPIRE. He has a good reputation for being GENUINE & SPONTANEOUS but has also been known to be rather ELUSIVE & SELF-CONSCIOUS. He’s known for being the THE HALF-MOON.

stats, quick facts & short timeline

trigger warning for abuse, trauma & death mentions

FULL NAME: park gihoe. NICKNAME(S): chance. AGE: one hundred & nineteen, in years. twenty-three, in appearance. DOB:  december  31st,  1899. SUN / MOON / RISING: capricorn / sagittarius / libra GENDER: cis male. PRONOUNS: he / him / his. ORIENTATION: yes, homo. SPECIES: vampire. HAIR: dyed white blond. EYES: deep brown, with a deep blue ring around the outside, said to resemble the ocean at night HEIGHT: 5'6" FROM: wolverhampton, endland. CURRENTLY: new york city, new york. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, korean, french, some latin. very little greek & japanese. RELIGION: complicated. EDUCATION: completed high school. OCCUPATION: freelance photographer. PERSONALITY TYPE: INFJ ALIGNMENT: chaotic good. NOTABLE: freckles across the bridge of his nose, shaky hands, ocean eyes, sleeves usually rolled up at the wrists or elbows due to a a strange difficulty finding shirt sleeves that don’t fall well past his hands, an affinity for glitter on his eyelids and cheekbones, cold hands.

some quick facts

is afraid of boats, open water & heights

unless going out on the town, is usually wearing a sweater, even in summer

suffered hypothermia when he was twelve & his hands have had a small tremble & slight nerve damage ever since

weak ankles

distrusts the media to be honest about most things

has never been on a plane & does not enjoy the idea of it

is generally kind & tries to make people laugh, or be happy

has a myriad of mental health issues, through tries to prevent them from being evident 

ptsd, depression, anxiety, bdd & insomnia

early life 1899-1912

great relationship with his mother & terrible relationship with his father

unstable money situation due to father’s gambling

his father is abusive toward both chance & diane

he & his family are on the rms titanic when she sinks

his mother does not survive

he & his father do

pre-vampire 1918-1922

meets love of his life, kai & has whirlwind romance

is in his twenties during the twenties & becomes quite the party-goer

has a strange complex of invincibility & self-destructiveness brought on by survivor’s guilt but is mostly happy

works as a photographer

he disappears from his 23rd birthday party

post-vampire 1922-1938

has no memory of being turned or the month that follows it

tries to find kai again but fails to

slips back into self-destructiveness

1939-onward

meets bai, develops a long-standing, steady friendship & correspondence

eventually falls in with the coven

doesn’t particularly care for the war they are fighting against the lycans, as his oldest friend is one

currently

meets bell, while bell is still human

they develop a close friendship, bell is eventually turned & this brings them closer

bell retains chance’s highest level of trust among the other vampires

has finally found kai

has learned he is now a lycan & is uncertain where they stand 

all his love for him remains as intact as it ever has been

more in-depth timeline

the early years

chance is born december 31st, 1899, in wolverhampton, england

his parents are diane & james park.

diane is a hairdresser & he adores her.

james is an asshole, a gambler, a sore loser & is heavy handed with his family.

chance is bullied in school but does well academically

he becomes obsessed with photography & literature, specifically poetry

1912

they board the rms titanic from southampton

his mother dies during the ships sinking

chance & his father survive

chance & his father lose contact upon returning to shore. this is purposeful on chance’s account. 

he is adopted by & lives with another titanic survivor’s family until he is eighteen. 

he keeps in contact with them for the rest of their lives through letters, mostly.

1918, arguably his best year

he holds a job working as a freelance photographer for local papers & magazines

chance meets kai

it is a whirlwind romance full of moonlit evenings & lazy mornings, tucked into apartments, piano music, tender hands & ignoring the rest of the world

they spend most their time hidden away from everyone else, this is theirs & does not belong to anybody else but them

chance believes kai to be the love of his life, his soulmate, the sun to his moon

1920 - 1922, the beginning of the roaring twenties

chance falls in love with the twenties during his own twenties, the underground speakeasies, the lust & allure of it all, the glitz & glam of long island, he way the city feels more alive than it has in a while

he falls more in love with kai over the years, thinks him still the most beautiful thing in all of new york city and beyond it

he thinks, maybe, they will live forever this way the way

december 31st, 1922, his twenty-third birthday & the evening he is bitten

sometime during the evening, during his birthday party, he slips outside for a moment to himself & smokes a cigarette

someone unfamiliar asks him for a light and this the last thing he remembers before waking up february 5th, 1923, a vampire

he has no recollection of january & will now, certainly, live forever

the entirety of 1923 is spent looking for kai in a fever

he never finds him but continues looking, hopeful one day wander across his path again & be at the very least, able to see him from a distance, having grown old & have lived well in the years they’ve been separated

he never talks about him by name, never really talks about him to anybody (except bell & dai, in some of his more vulnerable states, after much time has passed)

1939

chance meets bai at a bar & they begin a tradition of meeting up every time bai returns from war / leave for war / is on leave & sharing a few drinks

it leads to a long-standing friendship, the lycan-vampire war never a subject broached between the two of them

after the first few times & after chance’s poor timing threatens to ruin their reunions, they begin to exchange letters during bai’s time away. chance keeps them.

he considers bai his oldest, closest friend

late 1900′s - currently

continues to work for newspapers & magazines, though using definitely names 

eventually falls in with the coven, though keeps most of them at arms length as they tend not to see eye-to-eye on the matter of war

for the most part, he remains loyal to them for providing him a home

he follows the rules he can’t get away with breaking

still maintains his friendship with bai

is careful to keep that secret from the coven if need be

meets bell, while they are still human

develops a friendship in which they both tend to find themselves self-destructing but together, as a bonding experience

bell being a vampire brings them closer, though chance mourns for the life bell could have had as mortal & thinks that immortality, for all the good things about it, is a cruel gift to be given.

finally find kai, accidentally

finds out he was turned very closely following chance’s own turn & is thus mourning the years they have lost by just missing each other 

is uncertain where they stand, though all his love for him remains as intact as it ever has been

[steelspun]

issa me, max, comin at you with my miniature grumpus! y’all know the drill: bio can be found here, wanted connections are here, and under the cut are some quick tidbits!!

( LANA CONDOR. CIS FEMALE. ) Aleksander’s coven is intimately familiar with ( VALERIE LE, ) a dedicate Death Dealer for the coven. ( SHE ) is/are a ( 18/68 )year old vampire known throughout the New World Coven for being ( INTELLIGENT AND SELF-SUFFICIENT. ) However, those who are familiar with them also know that they are very ( ALOOF AND SCORNFUL. )They’re known for being the ( BADASS BOOKWORM. ) Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause. 

10/10 chance you will find her in the covens library at any and all hours of the day/night

does she even have a bedroom

does she even NEED one lmao

born in 1950, looks 18, is actually a 68 year old grump

the only nickname she responds to is vee, otherwise u use her full name or get f*cked lmao

only enjoys books and being the best at things

looks tiny but will crush you

when diana died she pretty much lost the ability to show or develop affection, probably bc of the trauma and fear of losing people again but she refuses to read into it so Who Knows

very intelligent, knows 0 about talking to people

likes hardbacks, sweaters, tea, cats, fluffy comforters, squishy chairs, cleaning, being good at stuff

dislikes pretty much everything else

but if ur char shows interest in vee’s interests and are just consistently nice (aka be the opposite of her lmfaO) and eventually she will like u and protecc u (i hope)

plz hit up my ims or my d/scord for plots!!!

[onethrills]

hewwo it’s me yet again

( KIM NAMJOON. CIS MALE. ) Rumor has it that ( TAEIL BAEK ) has been spotted skulking around  New York City streets recently. ( HE ) is a ( 24 ) year old ( LYCAN. ) They have a good reputation for being ( DETERMINED & STRONG, ) but have also been known to be rather ( AGGRESSIVE & EXPLOSIVE. ) They’re known for being the ( THE LOOSE CANNON. )

taeil was born & raised in miami, florida to two parents heavily involved in their community & basically just? very outgoing and active people with lots of family surrounding them at all times, which was how taeil grew up. both his mother & his father are firefighers & taeil has a lot of memories of staying at the firehouse & hanging out with their co-workers, often just sitting by himself quietly & playing with toys, doing puzzles, etc. he was always really good at puzzles.

whenever he was at home it was a big mess. there was constantly hustle & bustle, especially considering his home was multi-generational; his mother’s father & his dad’s mother both lived with them. taeil remembers a lot of smells, mostly, his grandfather always cooking one korean dish or another for them to all sit down and have a meal together, taking advantage of any time both of his parents had off. those were some of his favorite evenings, and he often stood in the kitchen, offering help to his grandfather and learning from him through that.

at home his family pretty much exclusively speaks korean, and taeil is bi-lingual as a result, though he’s not the best still when it comes to speaking his second tongue. he’s pretty good, but a native korean speaker would be able to pick out the flaws if they were to hear him.

school was always something that he was encouraged to work very hard at, and that’s exactly what he did. taeil is pretty intelligent on his own, and putting his work ethic behind it helped him to excel exceptionally, getting high marks and keeping an above average GPA throughout his entire career. his parents never pressured him into feeling he needed to pick a certain career path; they were always happy with whatever he decided he wanted to do, regardless of how many times it changed.

when taeil first entered the 9th grade, he met somebody that sort of changed everything. it was a boy his age, and they became fast enough friends that it seemed to happen overnight. one afternoon when they were let out of school, taeil went to this boy’s uncle’s garage with him, and that was when he first started taking a real interest in cars. from there on out he went back to that garage almost every day, staying out of the way for the most part, but learning as well. it was a place of business, so he wasn’t allowed to help with anything that would actually benefit that particular facet, but once work hours were over & his friend’s uncle began to touch on other projects, taeil got his opportunity he was seeking.

over the next few years, he got more and more skilled with cars. he absorbed knowledge like he couldn’t get enough, and he was good at it. at sixteen he had his license, and he could also begin working at the garage as an actual part-time employee. through that connection, he ended up saving enough to start working on his own project. a car for himself.

it wasn’t until seventeen that he started getting involved in things he shouldn’t. that he realized just how good he was at what he did. he graduated, but he stayed working where he was, upping his hours to full time. he flourished beyond what anybody — including his parents — thought that he would do, making money quicker than seemed possible given the rate of his wages. there was a reason for that.

TW FOR DRUGS

what he learned after gaining the trust of the people around him is that the garage he worked at was barely anything more than a front for a rather shady business that was going on behind the scenes. the shop was used as a place to modify vehicles for the purpose of smuggling drugs, and they were also heavily involved in drag racing that happened late at night in the empty miami streets. taeil was always far more interested in the latter, and moreover, he became incredible at it. he won more often than he lost, and he made copious profit from all the betting that happened.

TW FOR DEATH/CAR ACCIDENT/DRUNK DRIVING

unfortunately, it was at age 18 that his life changed for the worse. tragically, his best friend and then-boyfriend was killed in a drunk driving accident, and it pretty much turned his whole world upside down. the decision that he made to leave the city entirely was heat of the moment and driven by emotion and a feeling of helplessness. remaining in his same neighborhood, going back to his same job, and being surrounded by reminders of him became too much, and he ended up going to his boss and begging him for a relocation. feeling for him, the man decided to use some of the connections involved in his business to help taeil relocate to another city.

his grandparents on his father’s side were in and out of his life at best, but there always had to be some way that his parents afforded their fancy house on firemen salaries, and taeil didn’t start thinking about that until he was older. as it turned out, they own a rather successful oil company, and a trust had been set up for him at a young age. when he turned 16, he gained access to it, and that’s when all hell broke loose. riding low off of the death of his lover, he took to partying, drinking, racing and fighting like nobody else. he had so much anger in him he couldn’t get rid of, and that wouldn’t stop no matter how fast he drove or how many people he knocked out.

years later, and he is still up to his old ways, only stopping the drinking in order to work, and only stopping the fighting when he saw his parents or grandparents. when he ended up being sent away, he just became more angry and frustrated, but that never stopped him from doing what he wanted to do. reform isn’t an option, as far as he’s concerned.

then one night, everything changes. things are... difficult for him on this night in particular, on the anniversary, and maybe he drives a little too fast, a little too recklessly. taeil causes the accident that night, hitting a street light, and his life is almost ended as a result of it. instead, it changes completely.

life as a lycan is difficult to adjust to, but he has his maker, and he has his pack, and even though it’s only been a year, it’s getting easier by the day.

PERSONALITY

taeil is a bit of a wild card, in all honesty. he’s fast to smile and just as fast to hide his emotions behind a blank face; what he’s quicker with is to become angry, which isn’t a good thing at all. he’s a bit uncertain when it comes to how he’ll be from one moment to another, and fickle in his moods and his mindset at times. quick wit and a penchant for sarcasm is obvious from the moment one meets him, but it’s not cruel sarcasm; it’s dry, and a bit silly most of the time. he’s got a colorful sense of humor that he exercises as often as he can, and as inappropriately as he can. things catch his attention fairly easily, but they also lose him easily as well, and he flits from thought to thought as easy as breathing. when he fixates on something, however, he becomes quite loyal to it, whether it be an idea, an occupation, or a person.

being fast-paced is pretty much a necessity for him, or so he feels. anything that slows him down is something he will say he is not interested in. he’s here for a good time and a good time only, and heavy stuff like emotions are something he both craves and wants to avoid like the plague. he’s torn between the way that people have made him feel before, and the way that they have hurt him, and he has hurt them back. differentiating is almost impossible.

respect is something he takes rather seriously, despite the way that he behaves with cracking jokes and dropping lines. whenever he’s around his family or around his elders, he’s deferential towards them nearly entirely. being grown as he is some things about it have changed, but at his core, he believes that he should always treat them the same as he ever has.

“QUICK” FACTS

taeil is a really good cook! his grandfather taught him everything he knows, both when they made family meals, and when they went down to the firehouse where his parents worked and made dinner for the entire crew.

loves memes probably a little too much. catch him quoting memes at obnoxiously inappropriate times and pretty much just annoying everyone around him.

since moving, he’s gained a bit of a reputation in the underground for being one of the best in the world of drag race.

multi-lingual. he grew up speaking korean in his home, and though he’s not the best with it (whenever his great-grandmother skypes him from south korea, she roasts the fuck out of him for this lmao), he’s still pretty proficient. he learned spanish as he grew up as well.

he unfortunately suffers from rheumatoid arthritis, having both good and bad days with it. it’s treated and it isn’t too bad, but given the fact he does manual labor for 8+ hours a day, he does have flare-ups and off times when he’s in a lot of pain. he jokingly says his joints turn him into a 90 year old man. the worst parts for him are usually his fingers/hands and his wrists.

he loves snow. winter is his favorite season. despite that, he’s quite sensitive to the cold due to the climate he grew up in back in florida, and he tends to get whiny when the temperatures drop too slow even with his childlike excitement regarding snow still not having worn off after so long.

sleeps around a bit, but never really gets attached to anybody. if the right person came along he probably would, but… he’s a bit more guarded with his heart now due to what he went through.

[scraemes]

          ( CANDICE PATTON. CIS FEMALE. )  Rumor has it that PORTIA THOMPSON has been spotted skulking around  New York City streets recently.  SHE is a 40 year old LYCAN.  They have a good reputation for being METICULOUS & PRAGMATIC, but have also been known to be rather ARROGANT & SECRETIVE.  They’re known for being the BLUE BLOOD. 

a bitchin biography.  tldr below.

        she’s a southern belle through and through.  dressed in jewel ones and a strand of pearls around her neck, her mother taught her the meaning of grace and poise growing up in atlanta, georgia.  the beast in their blood was controlled by the noon, it was only fair if they shone like her, too.  democrat aristocrats, portia’s father wined and dined all of georgia’s most precious peach until her mother won them a seat to the capital with that winning smile of hers.  and portia was there to witness it all ------ the words said to faces, the ones spoken behind their backs, the trades made in backrooms and promises in boardrooms.  most claimed it was a mistake, letting a child so young witness such dealings.  but portia’s parents pressed on : she was destined for greater things.

        in d.c., her father works nights and days for their kind.  ensures the secret remains quiet.  deals with vampire lobbyists with firm hands and carefully spoken words.  he’s not trying to make enemies, and he tells portia that.  enemies are a weakness.  her mother sends her to the finest schools where she brushes shoulders with the future’s leaders, but portia isn’t intimidated.  she knows she’ll be one of them.  years later after she graduates at the top of her class, she’s sent across the country to earn a college degree ------ sociology, theater minor because she couldn’t resist ------ and then she’s ready to begin a career of her own in washington.  her parents are still there.  mother, a hotshot philanthropist who is the socialite of all socialites.  father, in a comfortable federal seat in the intelligence bureau.  there’s a nice internship waiting for her with the house majority whip before new york happens.

        the sidestep in the launch of her career doesn’t thrill her.  but her mother insists it’s important.  vivian’s an  “old friend,”  and the peace between vampires and lycans is important to see to fruition there.  it’s another learning opportunity.  a place for portia to stretch her wings and become comfortable with overseeing command.  she’ll have to keep a low profile, of course; no position too public, so that she can rejoin d.c. without raising alarm at her timeless appearance.  so, she’s waiting.  watching the city from the top of a penthouse and ready to crush any attempts at breaking this chance at sealing the future she knows is hers.

tldr ; southern sweetheart.  not really a sweetheart.  daughter of political savvy lycans who’s raised to suspect she’ll inherit their political goldmine.  winds up in new york city to help with the peace. 

a few bitchin statistics.

western zodiac sign : virgo.  element : earth.  sexuality : bisexual.  personality type : isfj - a. “the defender.”  alignment : lawful good.  height : 5′4.  body type : slender.  hair color : black.   eye color : brown.  skin tone : brown.  

a bitchin playlist.

prblms - 6lack.  if we were made of water - banks. russian soul - skott. badbye - rm,eAeon.  ghost - halsey.  hold on, we’re going home - lykke li.  angel - massive attack. energy - avelino, stormzy, skepta.  m.a.a.d city - kendrick lamar.  sicko mode - travis scott, drake.  money - cardi b.  blood in the cut - k. flay. lonely soul - unkle, richard ashcroft. hollow moon - awolnation.  paint it, black - ciara.  desire - meg myers. closer - nine inch nails.

some bitchin aesthetics.

sheath dresses.  heels on marble.  the feeling of chiffon.  a glass of wine after a hard day.  brunch with girlfriends.  fresh manicures.  a string of pearls.  uber black.  sharp ears.  penthouse views.  nina simone vinyl records.  slow dancing.  fake laughter.  kind touches.  cracks in the veneer.  family legacies.  silk scarves.  perfumed wrists.  sneers.  80s’ rom coms.  hair flips.  

headcanons & wanted connections tba.