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congratulations SARAH! you have been accepted into underworldfm. the role of SAPPHIRE will be portrayed by CHRISTOPHER LE CHEVALIER. SEBASTIAN STAN is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

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character. Sapphire

occupation. Head Leecher

species. Lycan

faction. Liberation

name. Christopher Le Chevalier

age. 898 (Looks 38)

gender & pronouns. cis man, He/Him

faceclaim. Sebastian Stan

BIO.

but can’t you see the sanity in my epiphany

Christopher has been a peasant, a lord, a knight, a warrior, and a prisoner. He’s seen unlikely empires rise and fall. He’d outlived great men and monsters. He’d fought beside the winners and the losers. He’d seen Notre Dame built and burned–more than once. He’d seen and lived through too much. The only thing he learned after all those years was that there was one constant: death. Everyone was supposed and everything was supposed to end, and Alexander’s time was coming. It was a matter of time, and what was a few hundred years for someone like Christopher.

It’s strange what the mind chooses to remember after years of life. To Christopher, his memories are fragments tied together with fragile silk thread. A line leading from when he was human to Lycan and then dissolved and distorted in the centuries that followed. A thread soaked in fresh blood; human, vampire and Lycan.

12th Century

– oh power, power. a hero calls. from the bottom of a bottle. watch him fall.

Christopher was born a peasant–that was more fact than memory–destined to work the land until it ate him alive. But destiny had other plans for Christopher. He was young when armored men raised his village to the ground. He must have been no older than ten when his mother carried him out of their home, lungs filled with black smoke. Ten when he watched a knight drive his sword through her heart. Ten when he watched the same fate befall his father and siblings. Ten when that same knight assumed Christopher was dead. He’d been a sickly child, frail and unassuming. Even though life did not want Christopher, he would survive. He crawled his way back to life away from where he lay on the banks of the river Styx.

He lived to adulthood by wanting it more than others, by evading sickness and death. Christopher became what he feared. With puberty came a strength reserved for those who made surviving their vengeance for an unjust world. He stole, he fought and he killed.

But death came for Christopher. He’d died. He was sure he had. He’d finally pissed off the wrong people and his life caught up to him. It had been so cold and wet. He’d felt his soul escape his body and yet, he’d woken up. Christopher found himself in a bed far too luxurious it had to be divine. In a way it was. A Lycan bishop had saved Christopher’s life, turned him.

The bishop had needed warriors, a special unit to protect Richard the First. The church educated Christopher, both in letters and in sword. He understood his role now. And when Queen Eleanor rallied her sons against their father, King Henry II, Christopher took up arms and marched with Richard. Soon, he became the personal guard of the young duke. Despite being blind to the existence of Lycans, they helped Richard earn the reputation as a great fighter and military leader. Christopher was happy to remain in the shadows.

Richard was not a good man and an even worse king. Having a front-row seat to all the debauchery of Richard I did not endear him to Christopher. He was a monster, surrounded by worse monsters. Christopher was assigned to escort Richard’s fiancee, Berengaria, and his sister, Joan, home from Messina, but a shipwreck provided an opportunity to escape for Christopher. He faked his death and disappeared into Cyprus. Years of being a peasant made it so that Christopher knew how to fade into obscurity, to become unassuming. Faking death proved to be a lot easier than surviving it. Christopher’s desertion did not save him from participating in The Crusades. He found himself among the Christian forces. His story with war continued. Christopher was once again fighting not for honor but for survival.

15th Century

– I’ll never forget that you showed me to make art. and I know the love you showed me. came from a pure and noble heart

It’s the Renaissance and Christopher experiences yet another rebirth of his own. His hands dripping with the blood of others, Christopher discovers art and love. Italy was the place to be and Florence bloomed with life. Years of war and conquering left Christopher rich in gold if nothing else, while the rest of Western Europe lay in recession. But in Florence, bankers ruled and gold meant power. Christopher no longer had to hide.

He founded a bank and bought space for himself amongst the Medici family. But Christopher had been alive for far too long to follow the advice of Machiavelli. Christopher learned to be kind, learned to be human for the first time. He became a patron of art and hosted lavish parties. He wanted to capture something that he’d been denied. He understood that the only way to live multiple lives is to reinvent yourself.

17th Century

– whispered words start revolutions. weary souls break constitutions

As the reality of immortality stood, Christopher could not remain in one location for too long. He never married or bore children, knowing that he would never again want to outlive his kin. In 1660, Christopher sailed to the new land, as though land did not exist prior to being colonized. But the world was full of atrocities and Christopher was learning to navigate despite them, learning how to find hope in the fragility of circumstances. He distanced himself from humans, knowing that there lay only heartache. He became more involved in Lycan factions, rising in leadership. He fought when they needed him to fight, protecting his people. Christopher will not bow down to a vampire.

21st Century

– all the children are insane. waiting for the summer rain. there’s danger on the edge of town

A new millennium and Christopher’s age creeps towards the 4 digit mark, yet nothing has changed. War rages between humans, between vampires, and between Lycan. Countless of Lycan are butchered in the name of what? Vampire power. They bathe in Lycan blood, enforcing oppressive law in the name of prejudice, a punishment for actions taken thousands of years ago. Christopher holds the remains of his own faction together. But this is not an end. As long as he is still breathing as long as the moon calls his name and blood runs in his veins, Christopher will not abandon the Lycan cause. It might be what finally ends him, but he will happily lie down his life for a cause he truly believes in.

This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend The end

Personality:

Pretty face and a mean bite.

People want to see a kindness in Christopher. He has soft eyes and a sweet smile. But those characteristics are more a wish than a reality. Christopher believes in reason and in humanity. Believes that people, human and Lycan– maybe even vampire, deserve a fair shot at existence. But he does not live in a world that allows space for kindness. It’s a fallacy albeit one that Christopher continues to strive toward.

Being alive for so long hasn’t made Christopher any more aware of who he is. The frictions and abrasions of time, war, and death have not shaped him into a beautiful piece of sea-glass, but rather have left him jagged, weary, and cynical. Christopher holds strongly to what remains of his sanity and focuses it on making the world a better place, if not for everyone then for the North American Lycans. Christopher is tired, a tiredness so deep he doesn’t remember a time he has not felt it. He hides it under a gruff exterior and determination. He shows himself as the leader they need him to.

please detail any potential plots you have in mind for your character or, conversely, expand on the connections we provided in the skeleton. What do these connections mean to your character? what can you see coming out of it? use this section as a way of showing us where you are going to take this character and showcase their interactions.

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                        WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD.

congratulations lash ! you have been accepted into underworldfm. the role of RUBY will be portrayed by LILIT. ANGELA SARAFYAN is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

reading your app for lilit was such an awesome experience! we can see that you really captured her essence and what it means to be ruby in the grand scheme of the rp. we are really excited to see how she interacts on the dash and how that will shape her motives!

Character : Ruby

Name: Lilit 

Age: 906 

gender & pronouns: She/her & cis woman

Faceclaim: Angela Sarafyan

BIO.

You were not born dead. You breathed air when your mother birthed you. She put you on her breast and you suckled with a hunger for life. She loved you. That was so long ago that you have forgotten what it feels like. You remember a time that her death rubbed you raw and tears stained your cheeks. The privilege you were granted, nobility of a human caliber. It was that influence that made you visible in the dead of night. Your father, A second husband to a grieving widow, was a general and statesman of Macedonia. You grew up a mixture of Byzantine and Greek.

It was a time of superstition. The night was always locked behind heavy shudders. No one in your family knew you like to peek through the cracks and peer into the darkness. A foolish girl would dream of its silent beauty. You saw it for what it was and it should have stricken you with fear, but you never blinked. You could only marvel at the beauty of the night, Nyx and her magic. Then the myths slowly became a reality.

Your sire found you in a pool of moonlight, fearlessly locked in a predator's gaze. You wanted it more than you feared the sting of death. It surprised them how much you had figured out. You saw how they left a trail of bloodless bodies, and you had read of the monsters born from the hips of Echidna. Those legends were only just stories, but there they were in the flesh. 

The last human memory you have still lingers vividly in your mind. You hold onto it like a mother clings to a child because it reminds you of what you sacrificed for the sake of becoming timeless, how naive you had been. Years passed and kingdoms crumbled. Now you understand why they thought you foolish. The conviction behind your determination was laid in a foundation that had long since crumbled to the ground. Your mortal Mother’’s crown was out of reach before you were weaned from your sire’s side. 

You agree, it was a foolish pursuit. Could that be blamed? You were just a mere mortal and mortals were incapable thinking in the scope of centuries. Even the record of a name chipped in stone would one day erode into dust. Now you were immortal and  that realization left a thirst for more than  blood. It was a gift you had received in the wake of ignorance, but you were starved for power and  you laid out a plan to obtain  it. 

The vampire who created you, a Royal in his own right, offered you another kind of crown. This one fit you better, but it would never reach as high as those who were pure.

You worked to hone the prowess of a true vampire. Though, you were not born into existence, you embraced it to a degree that none of your coven could fathom. That’s why you were plucked by hand, a rose full of thorns, but too beautiful to leave next to others. You weren’t fashioned, you grew out of your own will. Your sire made you the center of his arrangement of immortal flowers, but you were surrounded by the traditions and attitudes that put you in a box. 

You were made. You were property. You were an accessory. It was hard to be put on a shelf  that was tiers below those whose blood deemed them more worthy of the Power running over the brim of their cups. You sat at the table and lapped up whatever power was left dripping from their privileged existence. It was nothing but table scraps and it left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

So you let them continue to underestimate you. Time was something you could afford. A snake will lie in wait, motionless, until the prey comes too close. Every step closer is a dance of death. On the surface you wear your loyalty as a badge of honor. You come riding a white horse from across the sea singing praise to a crown you dream of toppling. You were welcomed in the ranks as a diplomat. Your desires are buried deep beneath the surface. To let the curtain fall would be your undoing. You play the role you wrote yourself into like you stacked the deck the moment you became immortal. 

It played to your favor to be viewed as inferior. It bought you time to prepare yourself for the moment still in the making. You shape the battlefield as a potter on a wheel. Your mind never stops working the clay. You had to bleed for your miniscule tiara of a title. You endured pain to level yourself up to the top of your allotted station. It boils the blood on your lips to think of a silver spoon placed so gently to his mouth. You longed to see them gag on it, all of them. 

It must be getting close. You can feel your mannerisms  teetering on betrayal. Your eyes falter, giving hints to your hidden agenda. You hide it, mask it in social graces and devout servitude, while you prepare yourself to pounce at exactly the right time.. 

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                        WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD.

congratulations KARIA ! you have been accepted into underworldfm. the role of APATITE will be portrayed by SINCLAIR PORTIER. BILL SKARSGARD is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

our favorite thing about this skeleton is the fact that he is not supposed to play for any sides -- and we feel as if you really captured that element in your writing! we love the way that sinclair has no particular allegiance and views this game how he views the reality of their situation. we love the voice you have narrowed down for him and look forward to seeing how sinclair will grow in the rp!

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character. apatite

name. sinclair portier (say his last name french style, porteeyay)

age. he’s 164 y/o, but only appears to be in his early 20s

gender & pronouns. gender fluid, he/his/they/them

BIO.

in the beginning ; sinclair was an accidentally conceived bastard child born during the tail end of the crimean war in southern france, in 1856. his mother was homeless, that’s all he ever knew of her. she dropped him off with a sister at a chapel & never returned. he was raised catholic, & still clings to the iconography & the pure beauty of the religion & it’s rituals… & it’s about the only thing besides his french accent that remains of his human life. he led a rather boring & monotonous life until he was 23 years old. after an argument with sister margot, the one who had all but raised him, he left the chapel to go mingle with the societal rejects on the wrong side of town. he ended up too deep in ale (which wasn’t very deep for someone who’d only ever drank at communion), & with a whore in his lap in no time. he reveled in the mischief - that is until the woman above him turned out to be a monster. there were fangs in his neck, & he became one too. he returned to the chapel that night, barely hanging onto life due to the blood loss. they thought him drunk, sent him to bed, & that was that. he awoke two days later with sister margot hovering over him, chanting in latin for his recovery. things went downhill very quickly from there for sinclair. over the next few days the symptoms began; sensitivity to sunlight, the inability to eat food despite being so hungry… he was none the wiser, but sister margot? she knew. & she knew the church would kill him if they got wind, so she sent him away. of course, he didn’t understand what she meant when she said that ‘he belonged to the devil’, & needed to leave the church immediately. she packed his bags despite his protests, & had to shove him out the front doors. he thought her cruel at the time, but now he knows he wouldn’t have been easily convinced to leave. her force was necessary, & kind. sister margot was the closest thing he had to a mother, & he was glad for her. he stumbled along in the dark for five more days, before the hunger became too much to bare. he doesn’t remember his first kill - he blacked out. he assumes that instinct took over. all he knows, is he awoke with his head still on the man’s chest, cold & set with rigor. the pieces fell into place, & he then knew sister margot had been right. he did belong to the devil.

after the fall ; sinclair had no guidance in how to be what he now was. he’d heard the word vampire before, but only in metaphorical context. he stumbled around his home country for a few years, taking too long to learn how to feed without killing. he’d move on when the disappearances started to get suspicious… & that was his life. being forced to literally live in the darkness, he picked up whatever skills necessary to survive; & he remained alone for decades while he did so. not having to sleep gave him plenty of time to become sharp, with his tongue, his actions, & with literal blades for those who didn’t fall for his charm. his skill with blades translated to all weaponry as time progressed, & by the mid 1900′s, he was a force to be reckoned with. he finally stumbled across another vampire in the 1930′s, & they said they were recruiting for their forces, & sinclair went right along with them. he ended up before aleksander not too long after, & after being tested, became one of his soldiers. he had been alone for so long… it was a nice change of pace. though he trusted no one, & cared about them even less than that, he was at the very least more entertained than he had been before.

no time like the present ; sinclair is a death dealer for aleksander… with every day being the same as the one before & the one after. sinclair didn’t feel much about most things in life, but he did get so dreadfully bored. the vampires had no want to keep up with the times, which he supposed made sense, for what they were. but he had no desire to be stuck. tensions were on the rise for various reasons, after all, immortals had not much else to do than generate drama; so when a rebellion with the lycans became whispers in the streets, he had to investigate. it wasn’t hard to track the mutts down, you know, the smell; & after a conversation or three, he made it known that he is only loyal to himself, but that he could be a very useful tool in their arsenal. & that was where he truly deviated. he made himself available to the other side, & though the lycans hadn’t put him to use yet, the fact that they could set him apart from the coven… & that was okay with him. he wasn’t on anyone’s side. he simply craved change.

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congratulations KARIA! you have been accepted into underworldfm. please welcome ASTOR LARC MAYFAIR. JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

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occupation. philanthropist

species. vampire

faction. none , but he is very anti-lycan & very anti-establishment ( i.e the covens & the royals )

name. astor larc mayfair

age. 934 , appears 25

gender & pronouns. cisman , he/him

faceclaim. jamie campbell bower

BIO.

there was once a time when you were active in the underworld you’d been so carelessly plunged into so many centuries ago. you couldn’t remember much of the event itself - besides the fire & the family you couldn’t save ; or the meticulous & drawn out torture that had followed before the left you on the sand , the sun stinging your skin as you buried yourself , waiting for a promised death that never came. but you could remember when you’d been tied so closely to a coven & it’s queen. you knew full well what it was to pledge yourself so entirely , to deal death instantaneously at another’s behest. you remembered what it was to love it , before things became too convoluted to make sense , before you learned to question your betters. you remembered with an amazing amount of clarity what it was for that perspective to tilt , for to realize the depths of the things you didn’t know , despite your perceived closeness to the woman in charge of you. you remembered the look in her sharp blues when she saw your first falter , & the second. you remembered her small but visible sneer when she sent you on that mission that she expected you to not return from.

so , simply put - you didn’t. faking your death was an easy task , disappearing was even easier. that was nearly two hundred years ago , & you now spent most of your time back on your home continent of greenland , so far north that you were truly left alone ; free from all the pressures of a perceived existence. you read , you learned , you took the time to twist & mold yourself into something more than a well seasoned killer , a physical extension of someone else’s will. docile had never been in your vocabulary , but relaxed was something you could say applied to you now.

& you enjoyed your solitude , you truly did - but the whisperings of the growing numbers of immortals in the world south of you was too interesting to be ignored. you’d always loved new york city , considered it your home in the west , so it made sense for that to be the first place you’d go. you arrived on the scene , cape billowing behind you with a dramatic flair , entirely unprepared for the new kind of mess you’d stepped into…

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congratulations ANDER! you have been accepted into underworldfm. the role of SANDSTONE will be portrayed by SØREN JACOBSON. HARRY LLOYD is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

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character. Sandstone

occupation. Liberation’s paternal figure

species. Lycan

faction. The Liberation

name. Søren Jacobson

age. Around 215 years old

gender & pronouns. Agender & they/them/theirs

faceclaim. Harry Lloyd

BIO.

If you asked them how old they were, they’d hesitate. They haven’t thought about their beginning in a while, only about their end. They know it’ll happen, but when? How long will they hold onto this fight?

Growing up, they had never truly known a home. Home was always their family, no matter where they roamed. They remember the day their family packed their bags to come to America. They’d been so young then, barely a teenager. Just at that age where work was endless and grueling. But they’d been so eager to experience something exciting and new!

The exact opposite happened once they arrived: what they had thought would be an adventure of a lifetime ended up with their family of five being put into a box. Leaving would prove to have detrimental effects on them, so why venture out at all? Just as long they were able to keep their crowds coming back, their parents saw no point.  Where did the pros exceed the cons? It depended on the day, but they’d argue the drawbacks were always worse.

The one time they ventured out, they were alone in a biting, unforgiving winter. They’d been foolish, careless with their words - how could they possibly apologize? When they thought they were at their end, someone took them in. For once, someone was kind to them. How could they possibly repay them? They reciprocated that kindness - in gentle words and small favors. It was through this kindness that later brought them into the world of the supernatural. They had fallen in love, and couldn’t understand why their family had a distaste for them until they were told the truth. It’d been too late - they were a family, all that they had now. They had left their family for their love.

Thankfully, New York City was large, even in their youth. Over time, it’s grown to unspeakable numbers but it isn’t like they’re paying any attention. They were one in millions now. That was all that mattered. Perhaps in paintings and photographs their history could be told. Even now, it’s foggy. Perhaps someone, at some time, was interested enough - or paid enough attention - in their unnatural existence. Not like it matters, either. There were plenty of people with their features. How could it possibly be them every single time?

It’s been a little under two hundred years since they were bitten, yet they still remember the pain. There’s nothing quite like it. Soren and their partner were inseparable, both in and out of their pack. But why did they have to join in the middle of a losing war? Soon only Soren was the one to come out of the struggle. Perhaps the myth that lycans appear more war-torn is true in their case. With each solace they felt, they were soon unbearably alone, far more than when they started. Despite this, they could never hurt another. No matter that they lost all they loved in their end - their original family and packs alike. They once had a mother, father, siblings, partners, and children of their own. Now they feel themself withering away like them. The rage had consumed them numerous times, but it was never enough. They couldn’t bring any of them back.

Yet they refuse to give up hope. Now was not the time to do that! There’s a revolution to devise. No matter if they seem soft and foolish to their own, their pack’s enemies will see their true colors.

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congratulations SHAKIRA! you have been accepted into underworldfm. the role of MOONSTONE will be portrayed by NEOMA “NEO” WARREN. RYAN DESTINY is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

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character. Moonstone

occupation. Blood-Sworn; low-tier member of the coven/And Nightclub owner

species. Vampire

faction. Blood Sworn

name. Neoma ‘’Neo’’ Warren

age. 135 (physically 25)

gender & pronouns. Cis Woman, She/her

faceclaim. Ryan Destiny

BIO.

You were born to a wealthy family in the early suburbs of Boston. Privilege is all you’ve known most of your childhood, having been handed all you’ve had from a silver platter. Your father was a very successful lawyer, with his services being requested all over the state of Massachusetts. Your mother, a famous concert pianist that traveled across the country to perform before thousands. You truly wanted for naught as a child roaming your lavish home. Your au-pair, Maria, was like a second mother to you, with your own mother traveling so much, she was a confidant and one of your closest friends. Maria often told you about her own daughter, just a few years older than you were, who was living with her grandparents, which you always thought was odd, but never questioned.

When Maria died in an accident when you were twelve, you were devastated. You insisted on being present at the funeral and your father granted your wish. You tried to connect to Maria’s daughter there, but she pushed you aside with every attempt, which was very confusing. In a way the other girl was your sister, right? Why wouldn’t she accept your advances? Finally, Maria’s daughter came clean on her feelings, calling you entitled and naïve. She claimed you barely knew of Maria’s struggles and didn’t actually care because everything came to you without even the slightest of effort. A Spoiled Princess whose future was as secure as could be, unlike her own.

Her words crushed you. You went home, contemplating your life, your privileged circumstances, wondering if you truly deserved them. You were already getting a grade A education, your mother was even discussing the possibility of you joining an elite musical arts school because of your love for singing and music in general, While your father was pushing for you to follow in his footsteps with a law degree. All of which were easily accessible. All you wanted, was within reach. What did Maria’s daughter have? Or others like her? Were you truly as spoiled as she had said?

Years passed by and you became sarcastic and rebellious within your teenage years. Your parents never truly picked up on your need to be challenged. To feel like you were achieving on your own other than being handed things. They didn’t realize you wanted to reach certain heights, but wanted to feel like you’d earned them other than taken what was handed to you. Your years with Maria had revealed to you how you’ve never struggled a day of your life and how much you longed to work for what you were given in order to feel accomplished.

You ran away from home at the young age of seventeen, leaving your parents nothing but a letter in which you explained and apologized. You didn’t want any support from your parents until you felt like you had deserved their handouts. You wanted to achieve things on your own, even if your parents couldn’t understand. Years went by and you had to leave Boston because of your parents tirelessly searching for you. The road was rough, and things were difficult. At one point, you ended up homeless and on the street.

You don’t remember much. One moment you were trying to stay warm on a park bench in the midst of winter and kept blacking out of consciousness due to the cold, the next there was this burning sensation that took over your entire body. You awoke to your new life as a vampire completely oblivious and lost. In the following years your sire taught you what it meant to be a vampire, the history, the laws, you learned about the Corvinus Royal Family in New York, the disgusted Lycans and how to survive. Becoming a vampire was the pinnacle of your existence, as you felt powerful and able. What could stop you from achieving when you were an immortal being? You had finally reached a point where you had risen above and beyond, yet facing your parents now that you were in fact undead? You felt like your chance to reconnect with them had passed the moment your heartbeat had stopped. The daughter they knew was no more. You changed your name to Neoma Warren and decided to leave them behind you, which hurt you like nothing else, but other than them, there was no one worth turning back for.

As the years went by, you traveled. She studied law and music as your parents had once wished, and even dabbled in business school for a while. Eventually you opened your own nightclub called ‘’Crimson Rose’’ in the town of Chicago, a club that caters to mortals, but is also vampire friendly. Years went by and you made a name for yourself in the club industry of Chicago.

In 2018, you decided to take ‘’Crimson Rose’’ and place a secondary location in New York, calling it ‘’Crimson Lotus’’. You left for New York, leaving Crimson Rose to new but trusted management.

As you joined the Blood Sworn, you felt a level of achievement with your years of hard work, so gladly accepted the opportunity to live at the Corvinus Mansion. The Royal family irk you to no end because they remind you of what you once was. Entitled and yet feeling like you deserve your position. From the Princesses even to your respected leader, you find them utterly disappointing. Of course, you would never speak your thoughts aloud. You joined the Blood Sworn in the hopes of rising in ranks within the community you are now a part of. Wanting to earn power, respect and status in your own way.

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congratulations KRISTINA! you have been accepted into underworldfm. please welcome AUSTIN VALDEZ. ROME FLYNN is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

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character. none.

occupation. mid-level coven member, death dealer in training

faction. bloodsworn

name. Austin Valdez

age. 100 | physically 26

gender & pronouns. cis man, he/him

faceclaim. rome flynn

BIO.

You were born to two vampire parents but that didn’t give you the status or the standing that others like you had. Your parents didn’t come from a long line of vampires like some of your peers. Instead they had been human until one night on their way home they were attacked walking home from dinner. Some of the others in the coven always said it was lucky that they had been changed together, to be given the chance to spend an eternity with the one that you love. As a child you consistently begged your mother to tell you the story, over and over until you could recite it yourself word for word. And over time their love story became your own personal fairytale.

Your mother and your father weren’t married in the beginning of the story, merely engaged. They were also human. Your father had gotten down on one knee in the middle of a neighborhood potluck and proposed. Your mother always smiled when she got to that part. She loved the fact that he was always doing things with a wild sense of flair and theatrics. Their engagement was longer than either of them wanted it to be. Your father was determined to have a place for them to live before making any arrangements. Your mother always told you that your father was a planner, he loved to make an impact and do things spontaneously but he always had a plan. He was going to build them a house to live in, and it was going to be close to their families. This was where your father would chime in that he was determined to give your mother everything she could ever want. And she would always reply that he was still making good on his promise.

They’d been out at the theatre the night that it had happened. Your mother couldn’t remember what they’d gone to see, but she remembered exactly what happened during their walk home. Your father was making her laugh and they weren’t paying attention to where they were walking. Somewhere during their walk they made a wrong turn and came across this man standing over someone’s lifeless body. Your mother pretended that she couldn’t remember what happened next all that clearly, but you remembered your father telling you that she just didn’t like thinking about it. The man–a vampire as they later found out– lunged forward and attacked him before they could get away. That was only the beginning of their newest adventure. They had been found the next day by another vampire and taken to safety where the change took hold, turning them both into vampires themselves. You had been a surprise, a few decades later but your mother used to tell you that you were the best surprise she’d ever received.

Growing up in the coven though wasn’t something either of them could prepare you for. It wasn’t unheard of for vampires to have children of their own, it just wasn’t all that common. For some of the others in your coven, being born from a line of vampires gave them a little bit of a leg up. Not in the way that made them better than you of course. But you couldn’t help but feel like they had a more solid place in the coven’s hierarchy. Your father always told you that it was all in your head because it didn’t matter if your family line was full of humans or vampires. That you had a place in this world regardless.

Your years with the coven were the only memories that you had. You didn’t know life before or outside of it. But you knew what was happening out there in the world. There were whispers of the lycan packs starting to come together, attacking vampires who happened to be out alone too close to sunrise. You and your friends liked to take risks, see how close you could get to sunrise before retreating to the large house that your coven called home. It was stupid you know that now, but it took a tragedy for you to really understand that.

You and your friends were on the way home when out of nowhere a group of lycans attacked. All of you had been trained to defend yourselves but unfortunately it wasn’t enough to fight off the lycans entirely. Of the five of you only two made it back to the coven’s house bloodied and defeated. After that night you made yourself a promise that you weren’t going to let yourself get defeated by lycans again.

Your coven though was unable to provide you with the training you were looking for so you looked into other options. That was how you found the coven in New York. Of course everyone had heard of them, Aleksander being as important as he is within the vampire community meant that he was more or less a household name. The last thing you wanted to do was leave your parents behind, but you knew that if anyone was going to be able to provide you with the training that you desired you needed to get yourself to New York.

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                     WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD.

congratulations JUNI ! you have been accepted into underworldfm. the role of GARNET will be portrayed by FREYA ROONEY. NAOMI SCOTT is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

we are in love with the drive and motivation you provided roo with, giving her so much depth and adversity to overcome! they came from a life of struggle but are working their way up and it really shows. we love the personal touch you gave roo and we cannot wait to see what else they will get up to during her time in the rp!!

IC.

character. garnet

name. freya rooney

age. twenty-six

gender & pronouns. bigender & she/they

faceclaim. naomi scott, zoey deutch, sofia carson, olivia holt.

BIO.

freya was always simply the unwanted one. their mother had her young and out of wedlock with a man who had bigger dreams than having a child at sixteen. roo’s mother constantly branded them as a mistake, something she never wanted in the first place but was now stuck with for the rest of her life and those wounds never fully healed. while they were caring, and loyal her temper was always a hairpin trigger. something she had trouble controlling and any perceived slight against her made them go from someone fun loving, and always down for a good time to throwing the first punch.

their life was simple, easy even with the help of their best friend margot. her family took roo in, gave her a space to feel supported, loved, and wanted in ways she never imagined. margot was her life line, and suddenly in the blink of an eye her life line was gone. they were supposed to be walking home together, but roo was sick. they were supposed to go and study together but something took hold of root and she was just too tired to make it that night so margot was stuck walking home alone and what a mistake that was. she was murdered brutally and sensely, and while they were sure they had caught the right man something just felt off to roo. it didn’t sit right that someone as careful in her life as margo had been would be caught so off guard she didn’t fight back. the pair of them were fighters through and through… so what changed here.

roo did her digging, and her searching, she looked into conspiracies that could be true but had the only explanations that made any sense. she told herself she believed they were 100% sure they had convinced themselves of this world outside of themselves but it wasn’t until they truly saw it, with their own two eyes did it finally all settle. there was an entire world, and war brewing under the noses everyone around her and they all had no idea. roo became determined to fight on the right side of things, learning everything she could as a human about werewolves and becoming one, on fighting the liberation, killing all the bloodsuckers she’d come across. she told herself this is what margot would want, to avenge her death in a manner that also saved people from something archaic and oppressive, but deep down roo knew this was mostly about herself.

when they were turned everything about her got turned up to about 100. that love of life became a passion, the general loyalty they held for those they loved became something deep, and potentially one day fatal. willing to do whatever it takes to protect the people they loved the most.. but what was nothing but a small fire, barely licking at her belly, was now raging inside, it was heating her from the core all the way out. one wrong move could send her off the handle but if she was being honest this life was better for her, more suited for everything she wanted… other than the fact there was a war they were preparing for. she went into this with open eyes and they were ready for anything that would possibly be thrown their way. well suited, ready to tear limb from limb if need be, it was no surprise she was ready for whatever could be thrown her way.

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                      WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD.

congratulations CHAR ! you have been accepted into underworldfm. the role of JADE will be portrayed by INGRID HUANG. XU JIAQI is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

the way you detailed ingrid’s upbringing is exactly what he had envisioned for jade. the past that haunts her is what keeps her moving forward, acting as her drive to fight for this war. we love that she uses her past as a motivational factor rather than as an obstacle that might hold her back. you really captured jade’s voice in this application and we think it is absolutely wonderful. we are excited to see ingrid interact with everyone else in the rp!

IC.

character. jade

name. ingrid huang

age. twenty-three

gender & pronouns. cis female, she/her

BIO.

can someone save her from her misery?

she wasn’t always like this, ingrid herself knew that. in the past, and she swears it isn’t that distant, she used to be happy. it used to be a pleasant dream, she would describe it, one where she would spend her days with her siblings, having a picnic at the local park. a picture-perfect scene, she can still see their smiles, and sometimes, she can feel the warmth of the sun welcoming them all. she felt safe.

but fate is cruel, it really is, especially to those who don’t deserve it, and she learns just how vicious it is at the age of three.

being the youngest of the pack always meant that she was protected, even if she didn’t want to. ingrid wanted to be like the rest of her siblings, strong and powerful. even though she was one of the few purebred lycans left, she never got the chance to prove herself. she was always protected from everything around her, which meant that she never got to experience the harshness of reality for herself. she was sheltered, in a way, and taught not to fight back. even if she did try, she would end up failing. thinking about it now, she would give anything to go back. but once again, fate is cruel.

it was supposed to be a quick business trip. her parents had done this before, leaving her oldest brother, ten years older than her, and her five other siblings alone at home. they were lectured on the dangers of vampires before, but she never had to care. the responsibility was on her other siblings, after all, it was never her. they were taught where to hide and how to attack, but no one would have expected the carnage that would ensue.

a few hours after her parents had left the house, they entered. it seemed planned — and it probably was, a litter of purebred lycans was rare and threatening. the rest of them were playing around the house when ingrid catches sight of the door breaking down. her brother pushes the youngest few of the litter inside the room, including her, before locking it. their screams still haunt her to this day. they eventually get to the room the few of them were huddled in, merciless to everyone else. everyone else but her. when they look at ingrid, shaking in fear in the middle of the room, surrounded by the carcasses of her siblings, they laugh at how pitiful she looked. despite how hard she tried to stand, to fight back, to avenge them, she remained there. she remained a coward. they leave, not long before her parents come back. it was a bloodbath, and yet, unlike the rest of them, she was still alive. she questioned why life was being so cruel, why she was the only one that survived the massacre, and that guilt still follows her around to this day.

she doesn’t forget it. she doesn’t want to forget it. forgetting it would mean that those filthy blood-bags have won. forgetting it would mean that she willingly let her siblings sacrifice themselves for her to live. forgetting it would mean that she was accepting the fact that after all these years, she was still that pitiful little girl. they exist, albeit, through fragmented screams and broken cries for help, they still exist in her mind, even after all these years, reminding her of how she was the only one that survived. they still exist.

her parents speak of a revolution, despite hushed mumbles, she catches them talking about it. they made sure to avoid talking about violence with her. they were afraid that it would lead to her being murdered in cold blood too. and yet, when she hears about the liberation, her ears are perked and her jaws are clenched. that could only mean revenge. a revolution is coming, and she wants, no, needs to be a part of it. the relationship between her and her parents has been tense since the incident, but she doesn’t mind. if they weren’t bent on avenging their children, she didn’t want anything to do with them.

she leaves, at the age of eighteen. she doesn’t allow herself to think. there was just no time. she needed to join the liberation, quick, to make up for lost time. to make up for those minutes spent being protected and shielded. ingrid arrives in new york, taking in a deep breath of the crisp air. she is no longer lost, she has found herself. ‘revenge is sweet’, she tells herself, but she couldn’t do it alone.

it takes a while for her to find them if one could even consider stumbling upon a meeting as finding something. but she does anyway, catching the familiar smell of other lycans gathering together. she decided to trust her instincts and when she approaches, they are wary, understandably. but still, ingrid keeps her calm. if she wanted to be accepted, she needed to show that she was determined.

“please,” she was nervous, but she stopped her voice from trembling. this was what she came to new york for, and she only had one chance. the rest of the lycans stood in the shadow of the empty warehouse, silent. her words held resolution, and in the moonlight, she looked dangerous.

“let me prove myself.”

beautiful nightmare, indulge me, what secrets do you hide?

(i can’t save me from myself, so please, can you save me?)

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                      WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD.

congratulations FELIX ! you have been accepted into underworldfm. the role of JASPER will be portrayed by RAFAEL NÚÑEZ. LAITH ASHLEY is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

we absolutely love the way you’ve written rafael and the journey that he’s taken!  he truly embodies what we envisioned for jasper in the way that he’s risen above everything that has happened to him throughout his life. his passion for the liberation makes him a formidable enemy for the vampires. we are excited to see what interactions he will get up to -- especially with the two cubs he has under his wings now!

ic.

character. Jasper

name. Rafael Núñez (full: Rafael Núñez León)

age. 378

gender & pronouns. Trans man / he

faceclaim. Laith Ashley

BIO

Abandoned as a baby in 1642, Rafael never knew his parents nor the circumstances of his birth. He doesn’t remember being dumped behind a bar infamous for its pirate clientele nor the way he was screaming out his little lungs under a starless sky that night on Tortuga. Finally, the kind-hearted owner took pity on the infant and took him under his wing. 

Rafael’s upbringing was a matter of many hands stirring the pot. A bar was no real place for a child -- much less the rowdy lot of pirates that frequented it but they made it work. From bar staff to friends and acquaintances and lastly the bar owner’s on and off pirate boyfriend -- everyone took turns looking after and teaching the boy -- for better or worse. 

Rafael was a curious and adventurous boy with a habit of sneaking out and getting himself into trouble. Come teenage years, he started dressing more and more masculine, cutting short his hair and going by a nickname (like any self-respecting pirate). It wouldn't be until many years later that he learned to put words to his identity. 

His first venture out to sea was a short joy. He had snuck onto his other dad’s ship seeking adventure alike the stories he had been raised on but spent most of the journey clinging to a bucket, sea-sick. A stern talk (argument) later between his de facto parents, Rafael was allowed to tentatively join the crew and learn the ins and out of sailing while earning his keep as a deckhand of the crew. 

Naturally, a pirate’s life wasn’t all fun and games like he had envisioned -- more guts than glory. It was a tough lesson learned as they battled not only the moods of nature but the powers that be -- whether it was spanish, french or british colonizers -- the list was long.

In fifteen years, they had had a good run and had banked numerous wins and a few tragic losses. The pirate life was getting more difficult and dangerous by the day. Their luck ran out when they were caught in the crossfire between the spanish and a mysterious, neutral vessel. Their ship was blasted to bits and the crew scattered in the wreckage. To this day, Rafael doesn’t know who lived and died. He himself was rescued by the crew of the mysterious ship. Lycans -- as he found out after surviving their infectious bite. 

Under the pack leader’s guidance, Rafael turned into a respectable Leecher -- tough, level-headed and ready to do what had to be done. After their pack leader's death many years later, Rafael stepped into the role -- crushed by expectations and the increasingly dire situation as they accounted for heavy losses at the hands of Vampires. 

Moments of respite were far and few in between. While he was a good and fearless leader following his Sire’s legacy, he was an inexperienced one. In a fateful ambush, the majority of his pack was killed while he and a couple others were captured by Vampires hoping to gather information about Lycan movements and the Leecher’s plans. Defeated and grieving, Rafael was ready to accept death, unwilling to betray his siblings and feeling like maybe he deserved it. But by some miracle he was saved by another pack who he joined and travelled with for a while. 

By the end of the 20th century, Rafael had settled in New York City. After recollecting his strength, he intended to follow his original pack’s plans to take on Aleksander and his notorious coven. Spread-thin as the Lycans were and without a pack, however, there was little he could do to fight the creatures. As soon as word of the forming Liberation reached him, Rafael joined forces. He had missed the companionship of a pack. 

Nowadays, he runs a boxing club, training humans and Lycans alike while doubling as a training ground for the Leechers. While the outright fighting between Vampires and Lycans may have stopped, Vampires didn’t take too kindly to his business. Some saw it as a threat to mobilise against them often destroying his property and threatening him. Rafael may be Tired but he’s far from giving up.

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                     WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD.

congratulations ROWEN ! you have been accepted into underworldfm. the role of RUBY will be portrayed by PARK MIN-KYU. PARK JIMIN is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

the depth and rich history you gave minkyu truly puts your application at such a high level -- we are blown away by the thought you put into him! the hardships and sorrows, the growth which minkyu endured to get to the place he is in now. it’s phenomenal and we think you took the bare bones provided in ruby’s skeleton and really made it your own!

IC

character. ruby

name. park min-kyu

age. 923

gender & pronouns. cis male, he/him

BIOGRAPHY.

there isn’t all too much that minkyu remembers of his human life. the only thing that stayed with him until present day is how cruel humanity is.

his childhood was spent by his grandfather’s side. his parents nowhere to be found– whether they died or abandoned him hasn’t been documented. minkyu and his grandfather travelled through korea at the end of the 11th century, pulling forth a carriage filled with merchant ware. they would sell food, cloth or other useful items to whoever would want to buy. from the money they earned, they bought new items, usually to restock their carriage, rarely something for themselves. it was a hard life, but they were alive and that was good enough. they slept under the stars and on a particularly lucky day, they’d sleep in a farmer’s stables in a warm bed of prickly hay. his grandfather taught him how to count and how to use the stars and the sun to navigate their way through the country.

wherever they went, his grandfather would greet people with a smile and a bow. the two of them were always polite, however it was very rare for people to be polite in return. often they’d get scolded, yelled at or forced to move on to another village. while they sold items from all over the country, not many people were interested in buying. they were often treated like the farm animals they sometimes slept beside.

things changed drastically when minkyu met his sire.

it was a particularly cold winter evening when his grandfather pulled out some coins he had saved just to buy them a warm meal at an inn. halfway through their meal, the door to the rather busy inn opened with a bang. the room fell silent as everyone looked at the dark hooded figures walking in. they scattered around the space before two figures in black and red cloaks walked in. they didn’t say anything, instead they walked around the room and started pointing at young people. when one pointed at minkyu, his grandfather stood up and demanded to know what was going on.

instead of being scolded or hit like minkyu expected, one of the two in black and red walked over. she explained just what it was they were doing. at the top of the mountain hovering above the village, there stood a castle. and within that castle lived royalty. it was this royalty that were looking for new staff, the hooded figures were asked to bring young people in to see if they were suitable for this new job. the pay was good and minkyu was allowed to send money to his grandfather.

at first, minkyu was hesitant to leave his grandfather behind, but he assured him that it was the best thing. that it was time for minkyu to find his own path in life. and so minkyu willingly followed the figures up the steep climb to the fortress where he would spend the next six hundred years of his life.

from the moment he stepped foot on the property, minkyu knew things were different here. from the very first moment, he was treated with respect. of course, not as much as someone with status would be, but it was more than he’s ever been shown in his entire life. despite being a servant, at the very bottom of the castle’s hierarchy, he was never made to feel like a nobody. despite not being worth much, he still made sure those above him had food on their table and a clean bed to sleep in.

for the first year, minkyu didn’t know who exactly he was serving. he knew they weren’t a king or queen, let alone a prince or princess– but who they were? he had no clue. they were important, but that’s all he knew. no one would ever answer his questions about them either. they told him to stop asking so many questions, to stop putting his nose into things that didn’t concern him. but minkyu was too curious to just let it slide.

sometimes servants went missing. they were told they quit their jobs to go do something else, but it never made much sense to minkyu. they got paid far above the minimum, even when they didn’t really need it for they were provided with food and a bed. he couldn’t imagine what was worth giving this job up for.

after working there for nearly three years, minkyu got called up to the great hall. he entered the room, unsure of what was waiting for him, of why he was to be brought here. the sides of the room were lined with people, all wearing the same hooded cloaks from that first night. daring a glance to the side once or twice, minkyu noticed faces he hadn’t seen in months or years. servants that had disappeared without a trace. he tried to control his breathing as he continued to walk forwards, to the man and woman seated at the very end of the room.

minkyu was told to kneel, and so he did. he sat on his knees, hands in his lap and head bowed. what happened next was something he couldn’t have imagined. the man and woman in front of him explained who they were, what they were. it all sounded like complete madness. they told him of mythical creatures, of strength and wisdom far beyond a human’s capability. of where they came from and where they were planning on going. at the end of the long speech, minkyu’s wrist was red from where he kept squeezing himself, desperate to wake up from this strange dream. they gave him a simple choice.

“do you want to join us, minkyu?”

he doesn’t remember what he said in response. he doesn’t remember if he replied in an instant or if he stayed silent for hours. he only remembers a soft hand on his cheek, two bright blue though kind eyes and the pain as two fangs punctured the skin of his neck.

he was given an opportunity and he took it with both hands. unlike the humans minkyu has met through his life, these people, these creatures, have been nothing but kind to him. even though – as he learned later on – that humans are their food, they didn’t play with their food. they saw them as equal, at least the ones living under the same roof. and perhaps it was because they planned on turning them all, they planned on creating their own army of strong vampires, ready to fight by their sides. perhaps they were only ever kind to him as a human because they expected something more from him in the future. but minkyu never cared. he never saw it that way. he always thought of them as family, before and after he got turned.

throughout the beginning of his new life, minkyu learned what it was like to be a creature of the night with the help of the servants he used to know. as a fledgling, he didn’t interact much with his sire. with so many having gone through the same experiences, it wasn’t as difficult to adapt as he would have expected.

after his first few decades, it was obvious that this life was meant for him. every task he was asked to complete, every mission he was asked to go on, he succeeded every time. and every time he asked for more. more to do, more to learn. now with all the time in the world, minkyu wanted it all. after a while, he grew closer to his sire. first as a servant, then later on as he climbed the ranks. until finally, he stood by her side during every important moment. it wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. minkyu fought his way to the top and proved himself time and time again.

somewhere along the way, something else blossomed and came alive. first he looked at her with adoration for the life she had given him, but after a while– it became something else. minkyu never acted on his feelings, too afraid that he might destroy what they’ve built together. too afraid he’d be overstepping the invisible boundaries set for them. but even if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings, that never stopped him from being completely and utterly loyal to her and the rest of their coven. without a doubt, he would lay his life on the line just to protect hers.

and that day came at the end of the 17th century. there had been talk of a new creature of the night rising through asia. however, the news was always days, weeks if not months old before it arrived at their fortress. strength in numbers, that was always their motto. but the enemy’s strength laid in the undiscovered. never before had they seen or even heard of a lycan. when they took the village and later on the castle, they couldn’t have been more unprepared. while they had no idea what they were fighting, the other side seemed to know their every weakness. it was a lost battle from the very beginning.

minkyu never left her side. even when she told him to run, he refused to leave. her brother was already dead. they both knew they wouldn’t make it out alive and he refused to let her die alone. when the dogs came for them, minkyu had moved himself in front of her, protecting her even in the last moments. and in the last seconds before the stake could reach his heart, she moved them around and got stabbed in front of him. he’ll never forget the look on her face as she reached for his face while her last breath left her lips. with no time to hold her body in his arms, minkyu threw his all at the lycan in front of him. he screamed, clawed and bit his way through the filthy dog’s body until there was nothing left but a heap of bones and blood.

as he shook with a rage he’d never felt before, minkyu made his way through the castle. he ripped out throats with his bare teeth, pulled out hearts with his hands. the moment his sire died was the birth of a new kind of monster. he’s not sure if he had always been this strong or if he was gifted with her power– it didn’t matter. the rage, the adrenaline, it was what kept him going until they were all gone. the ones he couldn’t reach in time ran away, howling for their pack. and minkyu was left alone, his people, his family, his home– there was nothing left.

minkyu allowed himself a single day to grieve. after that, he got his stuff and left. in search of a new place, but most of all, in search of a new army that would help him take down these monsters.

on his travels, his company grew. first he turned one or two humans, but as the distance from home grew, the need for company grew with it. they travelled through asia, looking for a new place to settle down– one with less pain attached to it. word got out to them of a new coven being established in a new world, led by a pureblood. it all sounded far too good to be true, yet minkyu still headed out towards it, intrigued to see it for himself.

the journey was long and it gave minkyu plenty of time to think. he would wonder if this new place they’re heading out for would feel the same as the home he had known for the past six centuries. the little information they had received sounded oddly familiar. yet minkyu wasn’t planning on falling in love with whoever was in charge this time. he had devoted his life to her, he had given her everything he had. no one would ever even come close to him like that. – at least not until he was sure any and all lycans were wiped out from this planet.

upon arriving at the new world, minkyu was reminded of humanity again. of the kind of mortals he so despised. it seemed like the worst of the worst were gathered here. while being not much more than a cold-blooded killer himself, the acts he witnessed upon his journey through this new land made his blood run even colder. it was here that he started to see them as nothing more than his food.

when minkyu and his party arrived at the freshly established coven, it had already been in operation for a decade or two. minkyu introduced himself to aleksander and was surprised to be taken in so easily. he didn’t tell him of what fate had brought to their doorstep, didn’t tell him that his sire and all the other purebloods were dust. he first tried to figure out what kind of man aleksander was, if he could trust him. with minkyu’s resume however, it appeared to be easy to reach the top. and perhaps it is there where it all went wrong. for minkyu rarely had to prove himself, rarely had to prove his loyalty. with someone so eager to help and to advise, aleksander never questioned minkyu’s motives. it was an easy mistake to make, but it’ll be a fatal one in the end.

for the past three centuries, minkyu has stood by aleksander’s side. he has helped him, guided him, advised him. he has given him strength through difficult times. he has given him security through uncertain times. and throughout it all, minkyu remained loyal to himself only. some of the vampires he brought with him passed away during the wars, some left on their own, yet minkyu remained. he saw the potential here. he saw the cracks in the armor where he could slip into like the sly snake he is. one day he’s going to take over and as every day passes, minkyu feels the moment come closer and closer.

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                       WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD.

congratulations LYRA ! you have been accepted into underworldfm. the role of TALC will be portrayed by ELIZA FLOWERS. VICTORIA PEDRETTI is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

from the first line of her bio, you had us both hooked. we love the way you not only captured talc’s essence, but also integrated it into the voice for eliza in your app. it’s like we can really envision her as a multifaceted person, providing her with depth and nuances. her allegiances are spread thin and we love the way you’ve detailed the sorrow she feels about the loss of her old life. we are so excited to see where you take her!

IC.

character. talc

name. eliza flowers

age. fifty-five

gender & pronouns. cisfemale & she/her

faceclaim. victoria pedretti

BIO.

you’re born to this world with a battle cry. your mother wails as she holds you on her arms. although not the boy to perpetuate your father’s legacy, she promises to love you just the same. your father enters the picture just to leave, barely ten days after the day you’re born. he arrives in a coffin marred with the cuts of a war he never chose to fight. grief is beyond your understanding but you cry as you’re engulfed by a sea of strange wet faces. 

despite having your life starting with death, the years to come are an endless spring. father is dead for sure, but his family takes care of you and your mother. it makes for quite the privileged life and you for sure enjoy it and appreciate it. you’re no boy that was wished for but you take upon yourself to lead the best life possible and to make your father proud, no matter what. 

you start partaking in charity work. your name is showered with compliments and you enjoy the finer circles your town has to offer. an education is the next step and people regard you as daring. you enter the work force quickly, aided by your connections. many men court you and soon enough there’s a comforting weight on your finger. you marry the man of every woman’s dream in a spring dream and you take his last name gladly. you ignore so many signs because they’re not convenient and try to alleviate your mind on your pillow at night. 

only two months after you find there’s life inside of you. it grows until your feet can barely hold your weight but when you’re holding him in your arms, it’s all worth it. you name your little boy nicholas, after your father, and your mother is so happy she laugh cries along with you. little nick grows fast and you’re so tired and overworked and it’s not romantic. you love him but life gets very hard when your husband isn’t as present as you’d like him to be. duty is to be embraced however and you do it – for you, for your little boy. 

your son is just three when you go to new york. the three of you, as a family, finally. your husband has some business to attend to but you don’t mind. you enjoy new york with your little one just fine and your heart is full. your holding his tiny hand in yours and you walk back to your hotel after losing track of the time. the night falls upon the both of you but you’re from a small town and you’re not preoccupied. 

everything happens so fast. you believe this is an robbery attempt so you reach for your purse but when you do, they take little nicholas. you wail and scream and you beg them, not my little boy. you’re met with the worst beating you’ve ever taken and then — silence. you can hear nothing but the wretched sounds of your broken body and your cries for your baby. the chaos stills for a moment and then fiery, searing pain rips your neck in two. 

when you wake up, there’s not a single wound on your body. all of your senses hit you at once and it’s disorientating. no part of you understands what is happening but thankfully there are people to tell you what happened to you. no — not people. monsters. like the one you’ve become. they tell you that you’re immortal now and you feel dirty. you think of your son’s eyes and then you feel guilty. 

you drown in grief and in turn you try to drown it in a bottle of gin. you cry and you run your nails down your arms in pure disgust of the form you have. you learn control only to prevent yourself from being forced into turning half human and half beast. you spit your anger in all and everyone that tries to come closer. you’re a wild, wounded animal and you behave as such. 

the years bleed easily into one another and finally, you start to look more appropriate. you go and look for another education, knowing your former degree is now rendered useless. you avoid other beasts such as yourself as much as you can. you’re unworthy of this world and so are they and you cannot fathom forgiving the beasts from stealing your future. you find another occupation and you live — restlessly and your whole soul aches for the truth.

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                     WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD.

congratulations KRIS ! you have been accepted into underworldfm. the role of MOONSTONE will be portrayed by EMIKO SUZUKI. NANA KOMATSU is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

we were absolutely enthralled by the style you took on with your application. the thought you put into emiko’s family background and the strength it provided her with to continually come out stronger, better than her peers is exactly what we had envisioned for our moonstone applicant. there is a thirst to become something more that lingers in her and we are incredibly excited to see how this will shape her interactions with the remainder of the coven! the room for growth is amazing and we’re excited to see more!

IC.

character. moonstone

name. emiko suzuki

age. 28

gender & pronouns. cis female & she/her

faceclaim. nana komatsu

BIO.

the first rule of the suzuki household was this: there was no number 2. 

from the moment you were born, you had that rule ingrained into your psyche. as the third generation of japanese born immigrants, the suzukis had expectations to uphold the family name. the first of them had arrived in new york city with promises that built them a comfortable life. and so you did everything with a zeal that your parents only encouraged. straight a’s, polished manners, pristine reputation. an overall picture perfect image of a good daughter.

now it all would have been perfect too, if it wasn’t for one little pebble in your way by the name of hoshiko suzuki. literally meant ‘star child’ and only a year older, hoshiko was everything you were supposed to be. head of the student council, four time champion of the academic decathlon and stemanties research competition, scholarships to harvard university, princeton, and oxford. good job, good husband, good family. there was little space on hoshiko’s shelf of accomplishments for you. 

and you had tried. you followed the rules to a t, never coloured outside the lines, bit your tongue at every corner, kept a polite smile splattered on your face. your parents were proud, but not in the way that mattered. they talked about you like a footnote to hoshiko, as if your achievements were all done because you had followed in your sister’s footsteps. you did everything right and yet, no matter your efforts, it seemed like you would always be a step behind your sister. 

opportunities didn’t tend to fall so easily into your lap. but you had been patient for so long that on the night of your twenty-fifth birthday, for the first time ever, you let it all go. took to the first upscale bar you could find and drowned whatever it was you needed to bury. the rest was then more of a blur. you remembered bits and pieces, 

(blue eyes, red lips, shiny shoes, a hand held out to you, inviting, calling, tantalizing) 

and then nothing. 

(a burning sensation that faded into blissful silence, and for once, the voices in your head fell quiet)

the next thing you remembered, you found herself awake in a room that wasn’t yours. grand, magnificent, and cold. another set of blue eyes assessed you with an amused quirk of a brow. they spoke slowly, as if you couldn’t understand them, and it lit up a rage hunger in you. red filled your vision, and you felt an urgency to draw blood. later on, you’ll shiver at how much of the truth that actually was. but back then, they didn’t even falter as they tipped your head back and forced the red you craved down your throat. 

so this is how it goes. the reality is that you will never shine like the sun, but the moon can be just as bright in a different light. your transformation was your rebirth, the opportunity that you had waited for your entire life. after your thirst had been quenched, they had explained the ways of the vampire. but truly, it was the notion of the royal court that had you entranced. a new goal had formed in your mind just as quickly as you had grasped the situation, and you pledged herself as a blood-sworn with little to no hesitation. 

in this new life of yours, you will have your chance to shine. you’ve always known that you worked hard more than anything, and even if that didn’t make a difference in your first life, you will make sure to work for your restitution in this one. you know you deserve it, after all. and if your transformation was a sign for anything, it was that not even death could stand in your way. 

the first rule of emiko suzuki was this: you will be number 1.

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                      WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD.

congratulations MARIE ! you have been accepted into underworldfm. the role of PERIDOT will be portrayed by NADEZDHA CORVINUS. LINDSEY MORGAN is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

we can say with confidence that we both absolutely fell in love with nadezdha when we first read through her app. the way you detailed her inner struggle, her conflict, the moral crossroads she is stuck at due to the experiences that shaped her -- it’s amazing! we really love the detail you put into her and you have shaped her into such a strong but hesitant character at the same time! we’re excited to see her interact with the rest of the crew!

IC.

character. i’m applying for peridot! 

name. nadezhda aleksandrovna corvin(us).

age. 499 years old (and very excited to celebrate her half-millenium soon enough).

gender & pronouns. cis female, she/her pronouns.

BIO.

i. 

you were born at dawn. ominous, considering your species — but that was never how your father saw it. his first-born child, entering the world at dawn. to him, it held a different meaning. the dawn of a new era, the next generation. maybe it wasn’t the most creative metaphor, but it surely stuck. not to add that of all things, your name also meant hope. 

                          ( really, dad, what is it with these tropes? )

you were, to vampires, essentially the crown princess — and you were surely raised as proudly as one. descended from the originals themselves, arrogance was practically in your blood. power, beauty, riches, all were laid at your feet. maybe you were a little debauched every now and then, maybe you were just a little wilder than the rest, maybe you indulged a little too often. who could really blame you for it? you wore a crown, not a set of shackles. 

perhaps this is where your reputation started, in the earlier decades of your life. for others it would be chalked up to reckless youth, but as aleksander’s heir, you should have been taught better. though you’d never say it to his face ( or anyone’s face, for that matter ) in part, you think your father is to blame. 

since you could understand, you were told about the horrors of lycans, how those despicable monsters were trying to destroy everything you held dear, your very legacy. you hated them, truly, wholeheartedly hated them. 

but then again, it’s very easy to hate that which you do not know. 

ii. 

in a way, you were coddled. 

you were taught to hate lycans, to see them as abominations. you were taught how to kill them, too. a direct descendant of the originals might be powerful, but it also made you a target — so knowing how to defend yourself was one of the first things your father made sure you knew. 

          ( you also kind of enjoyed it, the training, the fighting. you rarely took                                       anything seriously in those early decades, except for that )

but for all your flaming hatred, for all the ways you knew how to use your silver blades and drive them home, you had never, actually seen a lycan, much less fought one. pampered, that’s what your father’s advisers called you. scoffing, you turned on your heel and complained to your mother — because that, is definitely not what pampered children did. 

looking back, even centuries later, you feel somewhat embarrassed at that youthful arrogance.

iii.

something had started nagging at you. before, you did not notice the disappointed stares some of the older vampires gave you. the way a lot of them did not take you seriously. the raised eyebrows and whispered comments. you were too caught up in your own hubris to recognize how maybe, just maybe, they did not see you as the golden-crowned heir you thought you were. 

“she has never even seen a lycan,” was one of the most common whispers you managed to overhear. annoyance turned to anger — and when someone thought lesser of you, you could not help but prove them the opposite. 

you convinced your mother to take a trip with you. quality time was your reasoning to her, but that piece of gossip you heard about a lone lycan in the area was most definitely involved in the decision. the death dealers had bigger problems to worry about to bother, but not you. 

this was when you realized they had been right all along. arrogant, pampered, stupid, even — if you were being really honest. 

there were six lycans, not one.

they damn near ripped your throat out.

your mother was left in so many bits and pieces after they finished with her, there was barely enough left to put in a casket for burial.

iv. 

at the age of sixty-seven, you were responsible for your mother’s death. for a human, that is an incredibly generous age to lose a parent at — but for an immortal… well, it was a tragedy to say the least.

you barely spoke the first few months after she was killed. they assumed you were innocent in the whole affair, that this was an ambush by the lycans to strike aleksander where it hurt most, they even praised you for managing to kill four of them by yourself. you let them. 

where you had been so fiercely, wildly alive ( as much alive as any vampire can be, that is ) before, there was now an empty shell. you were to blame for what happened and that was something you could not shake. the others mistook your guilt with a need for vengeance and suggested you join the death dealers. even your father encouraged it, though then again, a man who had just lost his wife might not be in the soundest state of mind. 

you accepted their offer. you hoped that killing those monsters would fill the gaping hole inside your chest. that it would make you feel better to brutalize them in the same way they did your mother.

and for a while, it did.

v. 

death is easy, living is the hard part. 

when you killed one of them, it was always easy. not the actual fight towards that kill, though you quickly learned your way into that as well, but the act of taking a life. you saw them as a stain on this earth, and why should that not be eradicated? your ancestors certainly thought so. 

with another two siblings joining the mix, your father had his attention elsewhere. you started to indulge in life a bit more again, to take the edge off, but never like before. you had learned your lesson there. 

no one knew you well enough to see that smiles never reached your eyes, kisses were rarely genuine, and even blood didn’t satisfy you at times. 

maybe you were still seen as more of a warrior than a future ruler, but there was a bit more respect for you in the coven now. you seemed to have dedicated your life to destroying the monsters that haunted them, the bare start of a legacy that was worthy to follow up your father’s. 

                            ( but nothing is ever that simple, is it? )

vi.

you fucked up again. this time, you managed not to endanger or cause the death of anyone else, but still found yourself in a situation that should have meant the end for you. 

trapped in a lycan nest, where a pack of twenty roamed all around, you found yourself alone, without any silver weapons and enough poisoned bites that you were delirious enough to hallucinate your dead mother — you know it’s bad when you hallucinate your dead mother. 

that was supposed to have been your end and you knew it too. preparing to go out in a blaze of glory worthy of the corvinus line ( nothing less was to be expected, you could not shame your father, even in death ) you found a hand clamped over her mouth, just before you were about to out the smart ass comment that introduced your death scene. always so dramatic.

it was a lycan who had silenced you. captured. a much more anticlimatic death than you had wanted, that was your first thought. 

but instead of taking you over to the other flea-bags to be tortured for the next couple hours, he pointed you towards the exit.

vii. 

your view of lycans has always been very simple: 

they were monsters. 

that’s what your father had always told you. that was what your entire life was built around from the moment you could understand what others were talking about. that was what they affirmed when they killed your mother. they surely did not have feelings, they should not even be capable of mercy. that was what monsters were, that was how they lived. 

so why did one of them save your life?

viii.

in the end, the experience changed you enough that you quit the death dealers. your reasons were simple, because like hell would you tell them about what happened. but the heir putting down her sword to focus on the other facets that came with leadership? that seemed understandable enough. 

                     ( it wasn’t even a full-on lie, you did pick up an interest in politics,                                                                   in history — in the art of being a ruler )

but really, when the monsters you’ve always seen as soulless, capable of nothing except evil, save your life, that’s bound to shift a person’s worldview. confusing was an understatement for your feelings back then. you learned more about lycans, things not always taught by your father or tutors, things that made them seem almost… human. 

scared of what this revelation brought, you hid it in a little corner of your mind, rarely ever a focus, ignored, even. instead, you put your energy into something you had always put off because it was boring. studying. you wanted to stay true to your excuse, that you wanted to become a better heir to your fathers’ empire — and it didn’t turn out to be that awful.

ix. 

you never really knew what the catalyst was to bring back your doubts. 

after your stint as a death dealer and actual starting interest in being a proper first-in-line to the great aleksander corvin, there was a more serious, authoritative air to you. plenty vampires still saw you as the arrogant, reckless youth you were in your first century of life, but you knew better now. 

for the most part, anyway.

so what made you so quiet when the others spoke about those dirty fleabags? why do you flinch when you hear a death dealer discuss their kill of a young lycan pup? what causes that hollow look in your eyes when someone mentions blood traitors, such as your adopted sibling?

did it start when you ended the life of a lycan prisoner before they could torture him to death? was it maybe even kyanite, when they were banished and you lost someone you didn’t even know you had been relying on?

you can no longer fully ignore what you know to be true, it tears you up inside.

x.

you were born at dawn. 

your father saw it as a sign that you would break in the dawn of a new era for your kind, he named you hope for that very reason. the question remains on what that new era will be like. do you hold onto your bloodline, your father, to all that your legacy is supposed to be? or do you cast off the bloodshed, all the centuries of death and destruction at the risk of losing everything?

it seems you have a choice to make.

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                       WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD.

congratulations REN ! you have been accepted into underworldfm. the role of ROSE QUARTZ will be portrayed by MAGDALENA CORVINUS. DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

there is so much that we loved about the application you wrote for lena. she is complex and bratty and sweet and everything we could have wanted out of the skeleton we had written for our beautiful rose quartz. we were blown away by the thought and attention you put into the connections and plots you wrote out. you added a lot of depth to the bare bones and showed us lena’s innermost thoughts. we are super excited to see her in play at underworldfm!

ABOUT   .

I    .    CHARACTER     :    rose quartz  !

II    .    NAME     :    magdalena  ,  lena for short  ,  used most often instead of her full name  .  because really  ,  what’s better than naming a character after a holy figure  ,  a saint  ,  and watch as her corruption unfolds in game  ?  sacrilege tastes great this morning  !

III    .    AGE     :    twenty  -  five  .

IV    .    GENDER     :    cis  -  female  ;  she  &  her  .

BIOGRAPHY    .

ONCE UPON A TIME . . .

YOU ARE BORN INTO LUXURY  ;  from the moment you come into the world  ,  you want for nothing  .  your life is a carefully crafted fairytale  ,  maintained dutifully by those around you  ,  lest they face your father’s wrath  .  unlike dorothy  ,  they’ll never allow you to see behind the curtain  .  any cracks in the porcelain facade of your marvelous life are quickly smoothed over  ,  repaired with gold fillings  ,  and forgotten altogether  .  you don’t know what shadowy depths lurk just beyond the peripherals of your rosy vision  ,  and ideally  ,  you never truly will  .  but you are full of a curiosity that hungers so violently it consumes you whole  ,  grinding gilded bones between its teeth  ,  insatiable in its quest for something new . something else .

the silver spoon that sits proud upon your tongue is never pried from between your diamond fangs  ;  you are given anything  &  everything you ask for  .  you gorge yourself on the finer things in life  ,  drinking from so many different cups that you quickly become full to bursting  ,  before you move onto the next new opportunity  .  these things dazzle you for fleeting moments  ,  barely seconds  ,  really  ,  when you’re an immortal creature  .  you tire of them easily  .  the novelty fades in the blink of an eye .

your mother is present for a fashion  ,  but not in the way most mothers are  .  she treats you like an accessory  :  an hermés bag or tiffany locket  .  you are made to be fashionable and quiet  .

but your childhood is not necessarily hopeless  .  you are bursting at the seams with love so heavy and wanting that you struggle beneath its weight  &  dole it out in heaps  .  your siblings  ,  oh  ,  you clutch to them so eagerly  ;  you aspire to impress them one day with your cleverness  &  bravery  .  you don’t notice the glares occasionally thrown your way  ,  or how they sometimes find busywork for themselves just to keep away from you  —  maybe you cling just a little too hard  ,  sometimes  .  you want them all to be so happy  ,  and you push relentlessly all for a mere smile  .  you crave a happy family  ,  not just the concept of one  .  it’s true that you are denied very few things  ,  but of the most important  ,  you feel you aren’t given enough of your father’s time  .  you soak up his affection like a sponge  ,  and you drag his focus away from anything you can manage  .  you need to feel noticed  .  seen  .  of course  ,  those in the coven follow your every step  ,  be it in admiration  ,  curiosity  ,  or otherwise  :  you hold everyone’s rapt attention the moment you step into the room  .  it is appreciated  ,  but it’s certainly never really enough  . you’re never truly alone , are you ?

you find  ,  to your horror  ,  that you are  .  as you grow older  ,  your father grows busier  .  peridot occupies themselves with the responsibilities that come with being the firstborn child  ,  things you’ll never know of  .  and kyanite  —  oh , dear kyanite  .  your heart is torn clean in two when word of their excommunication finds you  .  the glass containing your dreamlike world shatters around you and leaves slivers at your feet that taunt you with your own melancholy reflection  .  everything feels tinged with loss  .  but , you tell yourself  ,  this too shall pass  .  there will be a reunion  .  things will change  .  there are still so many more things you wish to experience  .  you make up silver linings when you can find none for your own sake  .  your sunny ambition  ,  faith for the future  ,  &  blushing optimism are all you have to keep you going  ,  so you hold your head high  .  you smile and laugh when you’re expected to  .  you strut the same as you always have  .  you preen like a swan  ,  and you bask in praise  ,  and when you are alone  ,  you deflate  ,  hidden beneath your wings  .

you have always been what everyone wants you to be  &  it terrifies you when you realize that you don’t truly know who you are when you aren’t surrounded by others’ expectations of you  .  have you ever truly asked yourself who you want to be  ?

as you come into adulthood  ,  and your father’s rigid hold softens  ,  you realize that now may just be the time for you to find out  .

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congratulations KRISTINA! you have been accepted into underworldfm. please welcome MIGUEL ALMA. FROY GUTIERREZ is now taken. please submit your blog within the next 24 hours & be sure to follow the guidelines outlined in our checklist.

ic.

character. none.

occupation. waiter / art student at NYU

faction. neutral

name. Miguel Alma

age. 22

gender & pronouns. cisman, he/him

faceclaim. froy gutierrez

BIO.

Miguel Alma was always the youngest and smallest in his family. He was born to two loving parents, both lycans themselves so there was never any question about their youngest being like them as well. His older brother had come along five years before him, and the differences between the two brothers was more than obvious. Miguel had come along earlier than expected. He was a small and delicate baby that grew into an equally small and curious child. His parents were always running around trying to make sure that he stayed out of trouble.

His family had always been in support of the Liberation. His father told him and his brother stories about the fight and everything that it stood for almost nightly as they were growing up. Miguel’s brother was extremely interested in these stories, hanging onto their father’s every word and asking as many questions as he could. And once he was old enough Miguel’s brother left home so that he could work more closely with the Liberation’s Leechers.

While their parents were both proud of the steps that their older son was taking for the Liberation, that didn’t mean that they weren’t worried about him being so close to the front lines. Being a leecher, even one in training, was dangerous and one night they got word that there had been an attack and his brother had been one of the casualties.

After his brother’s death, there was a shift in Miguel’s parents. They were no longer one hundred percent supportive of the liberation. They still supported the cause and their beliefs hadn’t changed, but they didn’t bring it up as often. Miguel’s mother was adamant about how she didn’t want him to go off and join the leechers to avenge his brother’s death. But his parents didn’t need to really worry about that.

Though they’d been a few years apart in age, they’d still been close and Miguel had been devastated by his brother’s death. Since he’d been so small as a child he had never really put much thought into fighting for the Liberation. He had always assumed that he would do something else with his talents. But after everything happened Miguel found himself wanting to distance himself from the fight entirely. He didn’t want to become part of it in any capacity.

Art was his passion and with an acceptance to NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts he moved out of his family home and into a small apartment in Manhattan. He was excited about being out on his own and the freedom that came along with that was enough to turn his head. Before long the young lycan found himself wrapped up in a world of frat parties and school work. It was at NYU that Miguel met Julia Laury and there was no question about the two adolescents becoming the best of friends. Together they flirted their way through the party scene, giggling over boys and being one another’s shoulder to lean on.

Eventually the two decided that they were going to move in together, and it didn’t take too long to find a cute place nice and close to NYU for them to rent. The apartment might’ve been small but between the two of them Miguel and Julia had put their own touch into all of the decorations. One night after a bottle of wine, the two friends found themselves spending a rare night in; and Miguel found himself wanting to tell Julia about what he was. It was the only secret that he had kept from her at that point. He knew that he could trust her, not at all worried about how she was going to react to the news itself, more so worried about how she might feel that he’d been keeping it from her.

The truth came out, and as expected Julia merely giggled, but that was the night that everything changed for the two friends. It took a little convincing, showing Julia just what it was that he turned into. “No I’m not quite so...fuzzy” he found himself giggling as she compared him to Jacob from Twilight. After that came the questions and Miguel answered them all to the best of his ability. He told his best friend everything about his world, everything that his father had told him while he was growing up, and just what had happened to his brother. It was the first time that Miguel had really let any of it out and he knew then how lucky he was to have Julia in his life.

He was never expecting her to ask him to turn her though, and when Julia did ask Miguel understandably hesitated. He knew that his parents wouldn’t exactly approve, and there was also the fact that he’d heard all sorts of things about lycans who had been turned instead of born. It didn’t take Julia much longer to change his mind, and during the next full moon Miguel bites her, effectively changing Julia into a lycan like himself.

Even though Miguel did have his own ties to the pack in Brooklyn he didn’t want to reconnect with them just yet. After what had happened with his brother he was afraid that they might separate him and Julia too. So instead the two young lycans formed their own little mini pack.