Group RP 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 & 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊 | Characters

[soapywonder7]

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/* 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ; 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 */

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Blood & Chrome

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Character Sheets
REALISTIC pictures only please!
Descriptions are also acceptable

Name:
Face Claim:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Height:

Role: [in MC club, if applicable]
Species:
Occupation:

Personality: [1-2 paragraphs or bullet points]
Bio: [2+ paragraphs]
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[soapywonder7]

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Rae

zabielski

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A new start, a new me... right?

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Back to Beautiful

Sofia Carson

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Cameron Rae Zabielski

name

Rae

nickname

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24

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Female

gender

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Bisexual

sexuality

5'2

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Dove Cameron

face claim

Human

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Human

role

Waitress

occupation

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personality:

(+) empathetic (+) passionate (+) creative
(-) closed off (-) skittish (-) hesitant

bio:

Rei was born Cameron Zabielski, a few years after her older brother Julian. Between a mostly absent mother and a drunk of a father, their childhood wasn't the greatest, but this only brought them closer as they dealt with the trauma together. When Cameron was young, Julian was her protector, the person she ran to when things got scary, and she never thought she'd be without that. And for years, she wasn't, and she did her best even as the younger sister to be his rock as well. She learned how to cook, how to keep things tidy around the house, how to do those "motherly" duties that their mother couldn't do because she was always either at work or sleeping.

She's not exactly sure where things started to go wrong. If she was asked to pinpoint an exact moment, she wouldn't be able to do it. Things at home never got better- in fact, they steadily got worse. She and Julian tried to avoid being there as much as they could, but with such poor role models, it was natural they might not keep the best company. They still had each other, of course, but he had his friend group and Cameron had hers. Partying, trying out drugs, drinking... there were many poor decisions made on Cameron's part. But everything came to a head the night that she returned home to her father's dead body and a note from her brother promising to return.

Rei was born after that. Discarding her first name as though she were trying to shed an old skin, she tried to leave that life behind as best she could. After the countless hours of police investigations and court dates that she had to sit through alone, she found solace in a man named Trevor. Unfortunately, he wasn't a nice man, a fact that she found out only after he swept her off her feet like a wolf in sheeps clothing. Once she could, she left home as well, living with him and doing the things he wanted her to do that ended up making her numb, a shell of her former self. It was years before she saved up enough money and bravery to leave.

That was eight months ago. It's been six months since the night she called her brother's phone... and to her shock, he picked up. The truth came out when they were reunited: vampires were real, and he was one of them.

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/* 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ; 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 */

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[soapywonder7]

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Orion

Jameson

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I just need people to not be stupid.

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We Don't Have To Dance

Andy Black

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Orion River Jameson

name

Ri/Ry/Rion

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[appears] 30's

age

Male

gender

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Heterosexual

sexuality

6'0

height

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DJ Cotrona

face claim

Vampire

species

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President

role

Club Owner

occupation

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personality:

(+) sentimental (+) observant (+) dutiful
(-) possessive (-) moody (-) untrusting

bio:

Orion was born early in the 1900s on a farm in Bulgaria. His parents owned and worked the farm on the daily, and he and his siblings would help as soon as they were old enough. Orion has glimpses of memories from that time in his life, never anything concrete but more like flashes of a lifetime that he lost long ago. Sometimes, if he closes his eyes long enough, he can smell the flowers from his mother's favorite part of her garden or the mulch from over by the animal pens. But again, those flashes of memory never stay for longer than half a second at best, and once he opens his eyes, completely disappear.

Although he was a touch too young to be drafted for world war one, that didn't matter- he joined voluntarily, believing that fighting for his country was the right thing to do. Never seeing his family again was something that he was afraid of, because they were a close-knit family and he loved all of them dearly. But somehow, he survived the war and was able to return to them, although with more scars than when he left- both mentally and physically. War had changed him from a somewhat soft, playful man into a hardened version of himself. He didn't know how to move forward, so he left home to go on a "journey of self discovery". It was on this journey that he met the woman who would change his life. Or rather... she'd change him.

Turned into a vampire in his early thirties after migrating to the United States, he realized that he'd never be able to return to his family. By the time he was in control enough to do so, his brothers and sisters were aging- but he was not. His parents were old as well, working as hard as they could but their spark was long gone. He hid in the shadows and watched them for months, unable to tear himself away. Not even after the death of his father, when his family could have used his support. But he knew they would never understand. He finally left shortly after that, returning to the US and falling in with the "family" of the vampiress who changed him.

He stayed with them for years, but he never quite felt at home. So he decided to make his own family, leaving them behind and creating the Knight Riders.

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/* 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ; 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 */

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[vannira84]

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Christy

Anderson

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I will find you at any costs.

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Roundtable Rival

Lindsey Stirling

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Christy

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Human

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Female

gender

Laurel, Mississippi

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21

age

June 12th

birthday

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Heterosexual

sexuality

College student

occupation

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Caucasian

ethnicity

Faith Collins

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PERSONALITY

(+) Outgoing
(+) Thoughtful
(+) Resourceful

(-) Stubborn
(-) Compulsive
(-) Perfectionist

HISTORY
Christy was born and raised in Laurel, MS. Being the oldest of three, she had taken it upon herself to be the good older sister to her younger siblings, one brother and one sister, twins. More so, giving they had been born sickly. The, not so silent, protector, she saw herself whenever children in the neighborhood tried picking on them. However, when she turned thirteen, the twins being seven, her younger brother disappeared. For weeks her parents searched. Neighbors, police helped with the search. And, eventually, it tore her family apart. Her parents blaming each other for her little brother's disappearance. Had she not had permission to visit a friend that day, she might have been blamed as well. The arguments leading her parents into divorcing a year later and her mother gaining sole custody of her and her sister.

They soon moved to Louisiana, to Baton Rogue, where she completed high school. Due to both her brother missing years before and her sister being of poor health, it only made her protective. Not just of her sister, but of any who were picked on, bullied, or just needed help. "Mama Bear Christy" she was called in school. A title she took very seriously. And, being the perfectionist she was, she was often hard on herself as well, just to achieve the levels, the goals, she had put upon herself.

When she finally graduated high school, although she did not make valedictorian, she was still happy for the one who had. Someone she had helped all through high school had managed to out do her in academic standings. She and this other girl, who became her best friend, agreed to attend college in New Orleans. They both were accepted and they made arrangements to share a dorm room together. The first two years were filled with regular college life, but on the third year, Christy's friend vanished. Although not before mentioning something about a motorcycle gang she had been spending time with. For the last few months, Christy has been trying to figure out what happened to her friend. She lost her brother so many years ago. His body never found, recalling what it did to her family. She could not go through this again.

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[vannira84]

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Dylan

Kurt

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I have seen so much pain.

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Nothing Left to Lose (no link)

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Dylan

nicknames

Vampire

species

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Male

gender

town in Turkey

hometown

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(Appears) 30s

age

Unknown

birthday

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Heterosexual

sexuality

Bartender

occupation

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Enforcer

Role

Burak Özçivit

faceclaim

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PERSONALITY
(+) Passionate
(+) Reliable
(+) Loyal

(-) Guarded
(-) Untrusting
(-) Short-tempered

HISTORY
TBD

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julian

zabielski

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"sometimes being underestimated works out even better than being feared..."

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THE MIDDLE

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Julian Zabielski

full name

Jul

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Male

gender

Heterosexual

sexuality

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Appears late 20s

age

Turned 4 years ago

misc.

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Vampire

species

Regular member

role

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Mechanic

occupation

Chris Zylka

faceclaim

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personality:

Observant. Fiercely loyal. Charming. Protective.
Impulsive. Competitive. Unserious. Sarcastic.

backstory:

Julian was the firstborn of two Zabielski siblings, his younger sister, Rae, coming along roughly six years after him. He took being her big brother seriously from day one, always protective and letting her tag along wherever he went.

Their mother loved them in the ways she knew how, though her flaws sometimes meant she failed them just as much as their father. Their father was a lowlife drunk whose anger kept everyone walking on eggshells. He paid the bills and kept a roof over their heads, but that was about the extent of what good he had to offer.

As they grew up, both siblings found their own ways of escaping the chaos. Julian eventually fell in with a local motorcycle club, finding the brotherhood, protection, and sense of belonging he'd always been missing. What he didn't know was that the club was full of vampires.

Rather than scare him off, finding out only made him want in more. The club warned him what becoming one of them meant, but Julian insisted he understood the risks. Once he'd earned their trust, they officially accepted him as a member and turned him. But then he remembered Rae.

He couldn't simply disappear without knowing she'd be okay, so despite the warnings, Julian went back home. When he found his father putting his hands on their mother, years of anger and newly awakened bloodlust collided. Whatever the reason, Julian killed him.

Realizing his sister might not understand what he'd become, and that he was a danger to her, Julian knew he had to leave. Before he did, he left a note making sure she knew he hadn't just abandoned her. He promised he was only leaving to protect her and as soon as he could, he would come back and explain everything to her. He'd come back for her. He just needed time.

He did try to track her down once he was more in control, but unknown to him, Rae had disappeared into a toxic relationship and it was nearly impossible. Eventually, Julian reluctantly accepted that he couldn't keep chasing someone who didn't seem to want to be found.

While Julian could only hope she'd gotten away and was somewhere safe, he still kept an old cellphone tucked away in a dresser drawer, unable to part with the pictures and messages from the life he'd left behind. Every so often, he'd turn it on and look through them.

What he didn't know was that Rae still had his number and would occasionally call, hoping he'd answer and that maybe he'd been looking for her, too. After years of radio silence, they both reached for a little nostalgia at exactly the same time, and just like that, the Zabielski siblings were back together and Julian felt whole again.

In the back of his head, though, he wondered if this would really be a blissful reunion or if it was still way too dangerous.

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[jasmean]

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katherine

prescott

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"don't be fooled, even the purest of hearts can be drawn to the darkness..."

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DIE FIRST

nessa barrett

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Katherine Prescott

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Kat or Kitty

nickname(s)

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Female

gender

Heterosexual

sexuality

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Appears mid 20s

age

Turned 52 years ago

misc.

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Vampire

species

Undercover

role

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???

occupation

Maggie Lindemann

faceclaim

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personality:

Resilient. Resourceful. Clever. Compassionate.
Secretive. Jealous. Chaotic. Manipulative.

backstory:

Katherine wasn't born into the vampire world, she was turned years and years ago after making a deal to save someone she loved. A decision that left her indebted to the wrong people.

Her fiancé was a crooked cop (well, it was the 70s) who had gotten himself involved with another vampire MC in a different city, doing favors for them. Changing reports, getting rid of evidence, making charges disappear, providing info, whatever kept him paid.

Eventually, the money and favors weren't enough to satisfy him. He got greedy and decided to steal something valuable from the MC, convinced he could sell it for a small fortune and get himself out from under their thumb.

They very quickly discovered the theft and when they confronted him, they made it very clear the betrayal was going to cost him his life. It was Kat that convinced them that having two people in their debt and control was a better option, agreeing to become one of them and do whatever they wanted.

What she wasn't expecting was for the man she'd sacrificed everything for to disappear the moment he was safe, leaving her to deal with a broken heart and a debt that seemed to be never ending. Until a few months ago when they gave her the new task of infiltrating a rival vampire MC with the promise that if she succeeded, she'd finally have her freedom.

It was just another MC full of vampires, probably no better than the one she'd been stuck with. No moral dilemma. All she had to do was earn their trust, gather what she could, and help take them down, then she was out. Simple.

Except the longer she stays with the Knight Riders, the messier things become and Kat is finding herself questioning if she really wants the freedom she's been desperately chasing for decades or if she's finally found a place she wants to belong.

So now she's left with a choice: keep quiet, finish the job, and betray the people she's come to care about, or switch sides and warn them what their rivals have been planning.

To act on self-preservation or raw emotion, that's the question.

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/* 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ; 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 */

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[demo_dork]

Name: Yuko Shimada
Face Claim: Rinko Kikuchi
Age: Appears in her 30s
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual, Women-Leaning
Height: 5’7”
Occupation: MC Enforcer
Personality: Temperamental, Eccentric, Sadistic, Thrill-Seeking, Devil May Care, Reckless
Short Bio: Growing up during the 1920s was a tumultuous time for Yuko as liberal change began to take shape in Japan. As her country expanded intellectually, she took to new trends and fashions quite naturally given her curious nature for unexplored terrain and new experiences. This drive for the unexpected and strange eventually brought her to death’s doorstep, transforming her entire world forever.

Being enveloped by darkness was the most natural thing to happen to Yuko—unafraid of the unknown and the constant search for excitement drove her to travel wherever she could. Restless a constant companion, she indulged her vices wherever she landed until eventually she settled in New Orleans, where darkness seemed to preside over in spades.

Name: Andy Manalo
Face Claim: Manny Jacinto
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 5’11”
Occupation: Carpenter
Personality: Boy Next Door, Worrier, Earnest, Resourceful, Stubborn, Decisive, Wholesome
Short Bio: One could say that living among the upper echelon of wealth in North California was a dream, or one could say it was filled with responsibility and familial obligation. Not that someone of Andy’s temperament would ever outright call it such. As the oldest and father’s favorite, he was molded to be the upstanding, honest and hardworking individual that at first glance is entirely accurate. Devoted? Check. Moral? Check. Judicious and trustworthy? Abso-fucking-lutely—undoubtedly to the chagrin of his younger sibling.

Despite Levi’s misgivings, Andy’s love for his brother is the only possible thing to being the derailing of his perfect, golden child status. Stretched thin with a classic authoritative, older brother concern, he’s decided to take drastic measures in order to set Levi on the right path. Or rather, not even the ‘right’ path, simply a better one if possible.

 

[selcouth]

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Viviana

Solares

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I feel like you're trying to tell me what to do, so I'm gonna do the opposite.

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Leopard Limo

Alexa Demie

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Viviana Solares

full name

Viv, Vivi, Doll

nicknames

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Vampire

species

Treasurer

role

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Female, she/her

gender

Bisexual

sexuality

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Appears late 20's

age

Nov. 23rd, 1999

death date

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SW Louisiana

hometown

Alexa Demie

faceclaim

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personality

Traits⠀✦⠀Ambitious, stylish, adaptable, perceptive, bratty, sly, protective, socialite, maneater, obsessive, intelligent, mostly responsible, generous, extroverted, insecure, loyal, scheming.

Loves⠀✦⠀Glamour, control, leather, cherry lip gloss, autumn, gossip, gold jewelry, manicures, attention, silk, type O blood, bubble baths, compliments, personalized gifts, talismans.

Hates⠀✦⠀Losing arguments, cheap perfume, dogs, attempts at romance, admitting she's wrong, waiting in lines, unreturned texts, helmets, humidity, criticism, disorganization, marshes.

appearance

Features⠀✦⠀Standing at 5' 6", Viviana possesses a lithe figure with long legs and graceful curves, carrying herself with feline confidence, where each step is unhurried and deliberate. Her complexion is smooth and tanned, never losing its golden undertone despite decades avoiding the sun. Her hair falls in thick, glossy sheets of black, reaching her waist in soft, fluffy waves, which she fusses over religiously. Her eyes are dark espresso brown, heavy-lidded and long-lashed, and capable of shifting from sultry amusement to icy contempt in a heartbeat.

Wardrobe⠀✦⠀Viviana loves fashion and expensive garments, which means she is almost always dressed in her best, no matter the occasion. She'll often wear snug, black gear and a bedazzled leather jacket on motorcycle rides, fitted, flashy dresses when going out to the club, and fashionable tops that show some skin for casual wear. She typically favors wearing black, white, red, purple, and animal print patterns, as well as high heels or polished boots.

Accessories⠀✦⠀She almost always wears some form of gold jewelry, either in the form of layered bracelets, several rings, dainty necklaces, or earrings. She has several lobe piercings and a tongue piercing made of gold and enchanted lapis lazuli. Tramp stamp tattoo tbd.... Her makeup is almost always immaculate: blushed cheeks, sharp eyeliner, dark and glittery eyeshadows, and glossy lips that are perpetually shaded in hues of cherry, wine, or plum. Her signature perfume is a blend of cherry, vanilla, and jasmine.

history

TL;DR⠀✦⠀A small-town girl who fell in love with a stranger passing through. She was convinced to go with him to NOLA, but was attacked by him and a group of vampires on the side of the highway. Was found on the cusp of death by Orion and turned into a vampire herself, and she has since become a staple member of the Knight Riders with plans for revenge.

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Viviana Solares grew up in a sleepy town, tucked deep in the marshes of southwestern Louisiana, where everyone made their living at the fishing docks or in sugarcane fields during mosquito-bitten summers. Viviana hated it. Even as a little girl, she knew she wanted more than this slow, unremarkable life; she clipped glamorous women from magazines, painted her lips with stolen lipstick, and spent hours imagining herself somewhere brighter than the muddy bayous.

At age twenty-eight, she was still stuck in her hometown despite all her dreaming. However, she'd soon meet a handsome and charming man, unlike anyone she'd ever known. He was a traveler named Jesse Davenport, passing through with stories of Bourbon Street, smoky jazz clubs, and a city that never dimmed. He made New Orleans sound like a paradise, and he made Viviana believe there was a place for her within it, at his side. When he asked if she'd come back with him, she didn't hesitate for a moment, and she left home with a single suitcase.

TW: violence, vague mention of assault, abandonment.
Unfortunately, her joy was quickly shattered when her new lover pulled off the road on an isolated stretch of highway, where she learned about the existence of vampires and that there was a hungry group of them waiting in the nearby darkness. Jesse was never going to deliver Viviana to New Orleans alive; she'd simply been easy prey, and what followed was an act of unimaginable cruelty. Assaulted, fed upon, and left broken nearly beyond recognition, the vampires discarded her body in the marshes, believing blood loss, exposure, or wild animals would finish what they'd started before sunrise.

The overwhelming scent of blood off the side of the road found Orion Jameson first; he'd trailed after it, expecting to find a corpse, and was instead led to Viviana, where she was barely clinging to life with shattered bones and hollow breaths. He had intended to put the poor girl out of her misery with a swift death, but between her relentless will to survive out of spite and the seething, incandescent hatred in her gaze, he hesitated. Instead, Orion offered her another option: he could turn her into a vampire himself, and she could one day take revenge on those who had harmed her. After Viviana's agonizing transformation and recovery, the pair struck a deal where he would teach her the foundations of vampirism, so long as she joined and helped the Knight Riders.

Her first act of revenge came a few years after being turned: hunting down and killing Jesse, the man she had loved, who then betrayed her. He hadn't remembered her, but she made certain he did before slowly ending his undead life. However, she was not satisfied, as the other vampires who'd also taken part in her assault still lived. Many were protected by alliances and the strength of their own gang; killing more of them would invite retaliation the Knight Riders simply couldn't survive, yet.

As the Knight Riders' treasurer, Viviana amassed wealth, invested and recruited, manipulated bankers, businessmen, and vampires alike, and did her part in transforming the group into a significant motorcycle club known by name throughout New Orleans. The majority of members think Viviana's obsession with money and power is purely greed, but only Orion (and perhaps a few others) know the truth behind her motivations.

Viviana has never forgiven the monsters who tried to leave her nameless in a swamp outside the city, and she intends to eliminate every last vampire involved in the attack, as well as any others that'd retaliate, with the power of the Knight Riders behind her. (Rival MC may need a name, hummm...)

miscellaneous

• Pinterest Board⠀✦⠀Spotify Playlist
• Leo ☼,⠀Scorpio ☾,⠀Aquarius ↑,⠀Cancer ♀
• Viviana rides a black and maroon 1100cc Honda Shadow; it's not the fastest bike out there, but she thinks it's sexy. She also occasionally enjoys riding as a passenger with people she trusts.
• Claims she doesn't really miss being human, but she'll occasionally catch herself reminiscing about things she can no longer enjoy (mostly food and drinks).
• Loves feeling fancy by drinking blood from a crystal glass.
• Viviana has a pretty incredible memory, which she uses to hold obnoxiously long grudges, recall debts and favors someone owes her or the club, and swiftly remember the details of the Knight Riders' finances.
• Viviana enjoys the concept of romance and love, but she is too afraid of seeking it out for herself due to her trauma (oh no.... if only there were hotties around to show her it's safe to fall in love ).
• Older vampires seem to be genuinely surprised when they learn that Viv has been a vampire for less than 30 years; she carries herself with such confidence, and vampirism seems to suit her extremely well, to the point she comes across as having been undead for much, much longer.
• Viv has only returned home once after being turned; seeing her patient father alone in the small trailer he raised her in left her heartbroken. She has not returned since, but she frequently sends him money and messages. She is unsure of how he views her disappearance, but hopes he does not worry much anymore.
• Has a rescued black cat she named... tbd. >_>

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Manalo

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Yungblud

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Levi Manalo

full name

Lev, Cash

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Human

species

Carpenter

occupation

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Male, he/him

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Bisexual

sexuality

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Twenty-six

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April 16th

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North California

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Kelvin Miranda

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personality

Traits⠀✦⠀Competitive, playful, disorganized, honest, restless, impulsive, resourceful, rebellious, sensitive, defensive, well-meaning, lackadaisical, scrappy, stubborn, curious, reactive.

Loves⠀✦⠀Tinkering, racing, cigarettes, adrenaline, attention, feeling wanted, doodling, loud music, snakes, winning, ASMR videos, putting together Ikea furniture, climbing, sour candy.

Hates⠀✦⠀Being ignored, long movies, routines, salad, pickles, optimists, people crying, judgmental people, puzzles, bugs, slow walkers, passive aggression, golf, luck-based games.

appearance

Features⠀✦⠀Standing at 5' 10", Levi has a lean, well-muscled build shaped by construction work and climbing tall shit he shouldn't be on. He has a naturally warm, tanned complexion, and dark brown eyes that border on black. His thick, black hair is frequently messy and unstyled, kept shorter so he doesn't have to fuss with it. Carries himself with an odd mix of restlessness and laziness: leaning on walls, slouching in chairs, and frequent fidgeting or pacing.

Wardrobe⠀✦⠀He dresses almost exclusively in black, white, and denim, favoring leather jackets, button-up shirts, and band tees. Usually avoids most patterned fabric, and his jeans or cargo pants pockets are usually stuffed with lighters, candy, and miscellaneous junk he forgets to take out. He only wears comfortable, loose clothing and almost always wears black, scuffed-up combat boots.

Accessories⠀✦⠀While Levi's clothes are usually simple, he does try to "dress it up" by accessorizing with silver rings, occasional necklaces, and random bracelets. Both of his ears are pierced. He has a few tattoos on his hands, arms, and upper back; one is a snake coiled around his left forearm. His signature cologne is a mix of pineapple, bergamot, and sandalwood, often offset by the faint scent of cigarette smoke.

history

Levi Manalo grew up in a wealthy family that owned a successful construction and restoration company in northern California. As a child, he was loud, goofy, and endlessly curious, and always pestering his older brother, Andy. He loved his family and friends deeply, even if he had a habit of testing everyone's patience. Unfortunately, his hyperactive nature made school difficult: he struggled to sit still, forgot assignments, interrupted lessons, and earned the reputation as the class troublemaker despite never meaning any real harm. Report cards were disappointing, parent-teacher conferences were routine, and punishments at home followed regularly.

Meanwhile, Andy seemingly excelled at everything. He was responsible, intelligent, kind, and effortlessly fit the mold of the perfect eldest son. The comparison between them was difficult to ignore; Andy was often praised, and Levi was corrected. Andy easily earned trust, and Levi had to prove himself over and over. If good behavior earned him nothing, at least bad behavior got their attention. Before long, Levi stopped trying to compete altogether, and eventually fell into the role of the family's black sheep.

What began as harmless acting out shifted into rebellion: staying out late, surrounding himself with questionable company, getting tattoos his parents disapproved of, and occasionally finding himself being driven home by the police after reckless decisions. Despite everything, Andy never stopped looking out for his younger brother, even though Levi merely saw his efforts as trying to lord the golden-child status over him.

Almost exactly one year ago, the Manalo family business expanded into Louisiana, and their father chose Andy to oversee the new branch, both as a reward and a test before eventually handing him the company altogether. Their parents then suggested demanded Levi move with him, hoping Andy would be a good influence (or perhaps because it was easier to send away the family's problem child than continue dealing with him at home). Levi never really settled into the city; with zero friends and little interest in the family business, he spent most evenings riding his motorcycle around New Orleans with nowhere to go and no one to be himself with.

Until he met Everett Collingwood.

The two bonded almost immediately over motorcycles, sugary drinks, cocktails, and an inability to make sensible decisions, and before long, Everett introduced him to the Knight Riders. Levi quickly found himself spending more time with the motorcycle club than at the apartment he shared with Andy. He helped with any bar repairs, ran errands without being asked, joined late-night rides around the cities, and for the first time in years, Levi felt like he belonged somewhere. The members accepted him without comparing him to his brother or expecting him to be anyone other than himself. Unfortunately, this was not entirely the case; that sense of belonging would soon come with a price.

Levi was a human mingling in a den of vampires, and after nearly six months of showing up around the club, he was neither an official member nor a contributor. Viviana Solares, treasurer of the Knight Riders and obsessed with growing the club's power and member count, was one of the first to suggest doing something about Levi's presence. Their vampiric natures were soon revealed to him, and he was given two choices: become a vampire himself or remain human as a mortal confidant and blood donor.

Part of Levi wanted immortality, freedom, strength, and the certainty that he'd never have to wonder where he belonged again. However, he was afraid to commit to it yet, and chose the latter, offering his blood to the Knight Riders in exchange for a place among them. He knows the arrangement won't last forever, and sooner or later he'll have to decide whether to change to fit in or surrender the last pieces of his mortal life.

miscellaneous

• Pinterest Board⠀✦⠀Playlist WIP
• Aries-Taurus Cusp ☼,⠀Cancer ☾,⠀Gemini ↑,⠀Pisces ♀
• Levi rides a KTM 1290 Super Duke R Evo; her name is Patricia. He also owns a loud-ass modded car; yes, he's one of those guys.
• Absolutely orders overly-sweet drinks at coffee stands. It is then immediately followed by a nap halfway through the drink bc of his adhd-havin ass.
• Was given the nickname "Cash" by Viviana and a few other members of the Knight Riders because Levi has a weird habit of buying shit for people and basically handing out money in an effort to get people to like and accept him.
• "Wanna see me do a wheelie?"
• Levi cannot stand beer or pure liquor; he always orders sugar-rimmed tropical cocktails with the little umbrellas.
• "Don't touch that" okay, well now it's the only thing he can think about touching.
• Often doodles on receipts, napkins, clothes, and people.
• Chain-smokes and fixates on his hands (fidgeting, tapping, nail-biting) in stressful situations.

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[Asali]

Name: Mahan Cyro
Face Claim: João Jesus


Age: Appears 30’s
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 6’4”

Role: Sgt In Arms (Begrudgingly)
Species: Vampire
Occupation: Librarian (Much less begrudgingly)

Personality: Think of the most charming, friendly person you’ve ever met. Picture them in your mind. Got it?

Now imagine the exact opposite.

In Mahan’s defence, he doesn’t mean to be rude. He just… doesn’t expend the energy to be polite, either. Curt, blunt and to the point, he makes his distaste towards the MC club (and overconfident prospects) abundantly clear. If it wasn’t for a deep seeded respect for the Prez, he would have left long ago. Which brings us to his fatal flaw; Loyalty. Despite how strenuous it is to get him to speak to you without being blatantly dismissed, the minute you manage to persuade him to tolerate your existence, he can and will lay down his life for you.

Basically; he’s Stoic, blunt, and perpetually unamused.. unless you make a pun. Every man has his weak spots.
Loves: Books. His Bike. His Jacket. You really shouldn’t expect more than that.
Hates: Arrogance, hands down. Unless you know what you’re doing, a cocky attitude can and will get you on his bad side.


Bio: If you asked Mahan when he was turned, chances are he’ll dismiss you with a scoff and a mutter of; ‘Bother someone else’. Truth is; he doesn’t remember himself. It’s one of the reasons he became a librarian in the first place, seeking a word to trigger his memory so that he might remember. Anything. Ironically, though, he ended up enjoying it so much, that he stayed… and stayed… and stayed… really, no one would be able to say when there’s ever been another librarian, it’s always been Mahan. That library was where he met the Prez in the first place, ironically. See, information? It’s like gold. And where better to find things out then a library.

But Mahan wasn’t willing to join as a prospect- no, he had better things to do then ride around following someone else. So, a deal was proposed. One week as the Sergeant; if he liked it, he stayed, if he didn’t- or could handle it- then he would go back to his library and be utterly undisturbed by the motorcycle club.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, Mahan was impeccably efficient. Something about spending all those years reading and watching meant he could count heads faster than the prospects could rev up. Thus he relented, agreeing to join as Sergeant in Arms.. provided he still got to be in his library whenever he needed time away from the local headaches (read; prospects).

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[Asali]

Name: Rayyan Naasir
Face Claim: Shauna Romy


Age: 27/28
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 5’8”

Species: Human
Occupation: Medic, but also an informant for the MC club.

Personality: Sharp tongued, the kind of person who would tilt her head at you and wait for you to realise how out of your depth you were. At least to stranger, with those she’s close to, she’s relatively gentler, or tries to be.
Basically; She’s careful, sure, but she knows the tools she has and exactly how to use them.
Loves: Being able to zone out to music, spicy foods, people who don’t pretend
Hates: A facade she can see through easily (she can respect one well thought out), the cold, raccoons

Bio: Raised by one of the wealthier families in the area, Rayyan knows how and when to swap one mask for another. One second she can be poised, the other she can be innocent, the other- you get the idea. She has never been given the room to be a person who was any less then perfect- always tossed between one event or another. Her relationship with her parents, for this reason, is strained.

She pursued becoming a medic out of, well, spite. In doing so, she ended up spending a lot of time at (you guessed it!) the library. Unlike most, though, she started noticing things.. like how the Librarian never blinked. But she knew better then to comment, even once she graduated- that is, until—

Her hospital was full. Overridden by people and people. No one knew what caused the mass casualty. Frankly, no one cared. It was a blur of get them in, get them seen, get them safe— she hadn’t even noticed when day shifted to night, but she was to far to go home safe.. and the library, well it never closed.

She came up to it it, only to freeze. Voices. It was then she learned of vampires. And before she could turn around, run, or question whether this was just her caffeine mediated sleep deprivation conjuring up things—

Mahan spotted her.

And while he absolutely could have turned her into a vampire, or just killed her and been done with it.. there was an opportunity here. Access to a highly elusive circle, one he knew had their hands in black money and dangerous deals. Not to mention, a human with such high levels of observational skills..

Thus, a deal with the devil was made. The question was.. which one of them was actually the devil?


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[Elillium]

Adeline

Introduction

NAME:

Adeline Altheim

AGE:

Appears mid-to-late twenties

SPECIES:

Vampire

ROLE:

Club Vice President

BORN:

1863, in Munich, Germany

ETHNICITY:

Sinti-Romani, German

Origin & Culture

Adeline was born in 1863 to a subgroup of Romani travellers, called the Sinti. They lived among the German people in the state of Bavaria. Their origins trace as far back as the fifteenth century. The Sinti people traditionally travelled for work; her father worked as a metalworker, and her mother was a seamstress and washerwoman. Adeline was the oldest of seven children, so she took care of her siblings while her parents worked. The Sinti and Romani people are not traditionally religious; however, they are a very spiritual people. They have distinct superstitions and beliefs: they are strong believers in magic, curses, and fortunes.

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Personality

POSITIVE TRAITS:

Devoutly loyal, nurturing, motherly, deeply passionate, highly intelligent, as well as very emotionally intelligent and sensitive. An extremely dedicated worker, performing every task to her utmost ability, and with delicate care.

NEGATIVE TRAITS:

Neurotic; meaning to experience excessive anxiety, nervousness, and emotional instability. Erratic, unpredictable, and impulsive. Bat-shit crazy, with a proclivity for open flames.

Most vampires forget their human and early-turn pasts; as decades turn into centuries, the chapters of their lives blend into only a few summary pages. But not for Adeline. Adeline remembers every single detail with torturous clarity. One hundred and seventy years of historical horrors, navigating the ever-changing world, frozen as a twenty-six-year-old woman.

This has left Adeline disturbed; on her worst days, she is angry, erratic, and impulsive. This often causes her to seclude herself, preferring to be alone rather than to disrupt anyone else with her company. But beneath the natural state of her craziness is someone so desperate for the approval of others, that she works tirelessly for causes that matter to her, especially the MC. Adeline aches so desperately for comfort that she often overcompensates by seeking to take care of others. This has allowed her to essentially become the club's den mother, taking the new fledglings under her wing and providing comfort and guidance.

It is her work that keeps her motivated; feeling responsible to the club and its members often helps keep her grounded, and having a task to focus on helps keep her out of an otherwise depressive state.

But you know that you had it once, and you know that you want it back

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  Born in a wagon amongst midwives and burning sage, cloaked in the darkness of a new moon. The baby that made Eden Boswell and Karl Boswell parents, adoringly named Adeline Yohanna Boswell. The medicine woman nicknamed her "winter baby" as the night she was born on December 10th, 1863 brought nearly two metres of snow to their camp outside of the city of Munich, Germany. Her father was a travelling metalworker, and her mother worked as a seamstress and washerwoman. They worked hard to provide for their children; Adeline remained in the home to take care of her six younger siblings.
  
  In the summer of 1883, a group of German military men visited their camp to trade goods they had collected on their journey: luxurious fabrics, pearls, and gold. In that same beautiful summer, Adeline married the strapping young soldier, Erik Altheim.
  
  Erik's family owned a farm on the outskirts of Munich, just down the road from the Boswell camp. Adeline moved in with Erik's mother and grandmother, and began to work tending the farm. In the evenings, when the work was done and the animals were quiet, Adeline would sneak down the road to have dinner with her Sinti family. Despite their struggles to bring children to the home, the years passed them happily.
  
  On the night of December 26th, 1888, a creature of a man broke into their home, silently, swiftly. The attack left the entire Altheim family deceased. Only, when the sun rose in the morning, Adeline awoke next to the body of her bloodless, beloved husband. Terrified, she ran back to the Sinti camp, screaming for help. The travellers stirred; her own father was the first to awaken to her cries. Only when he exited his wagon, it was not his daughter he found. A terrifying creature, true to their folklore. Too afraid to help her, too protective of her to hurt her, he drove her away, and Adeline Altheim disappeared into the snow.
  
  

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  Unsure of what she had become, Adeline lived on the run for nearly forty years. Not aging. Aching for the taste of human blood. Narrowly avoiding many encounters with terrified townspeople, pitchforks, and torches. Finally, in 1929, Adeline settled amongst a group of Romani travellers outside the city of Birmingham, England. She had learned to hide her vampirism from those around her, including Christian Lee. A veteran of the Great War, Christian Lee was the leader of a local gang, which at first materialized in turf wars and illegal gambling rings. Adeline spent years by his side, through times of financial and criminal uncertainty, until the booming enterprise the Lee's businesses soon became.
  
  Christian's platform transitioned from street boss to a member of the British Parliament, and Adeline became his elegant shadow at high-society galas and private political luncheons. But as the years advanced, the playful questions of Adeline's beauty and age became spiralling theories: a woman untouched by the ten years spent at her husband's side. With the rise of Fascism in Britain in 1939, Christian Lee was deplatformed due to his Romani heritage. Convictions of fraud and illegal gambling quickly caught up to him, marking the beginning of a wave of unjust persecution of Jewish and Romani people across Europe. Christian was ultimately imprisoned because he was a powerful Romani man; his power scared them. Adeline travelled with the rest of the Lee family into the English countryside.
  
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  After inheriting Christian's wealth, Adeline remained with the Lee camp for several years. She ensured the children, her nieces and nephews, were clothed and fed comfortably during the uncertainty of the Second World War. She even put finances away to ensure they could attend college if they might like to, something Christian planned to do for them before his death. But as the camp's medicine woman grew more suspicious of her unaging complexion, and neighbouring towns began to track the suspicious disappearances of their drunk men, Adeline began to sense she had overstayed her welcome in Britain.
  
  She travelled to America, stepping off the boat in Boston, before travelling to New York. The bustling city was thrilling and provided her with innumerable hunting opportunities. Adeline lived many versions of herself in New York. She invested Christian's money and began seeking out as many opportunities as she could. In the late 1940s, she attended several universities, receiving degrees in mathematics, business, art, and history. In the 1950s, she took up a career as a Broadway dancer, under the alias Joan Martin. In the 1960s, Adeline took to becoming a career hippie; an environmentalist, a protester, and a partygoer.
  
  In August 1969, at the Woodstock Music and Art Fair in Bethel, New York, Adeline was coerced and kidnapped by a college-aged man. She was held in a camper van on the festival site for four days, before later being moved to a secondary location for another ten days. Adeline was finally able to bite her captor as he forced himself upon her.
  

  
  
  

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  Adeline was so bewildered by the entire ordeal that she fled New York to Florida. In Florida, she chose not to set up a home or life; instead, she floated from clan to clan of vampires, fleeing each family the second they showed any interest in her history. It was easier to succumb to the depravity. To allow herself to submit to the primal side of her vampiric nature entirely. It was also ridiculously simple to hide the bodies of her victims with the alligators and snakes of the Florida Everglades.
  
  Adeline lived in seclusion for nearly fifty years. A homeless woman sleeping in pedestrian underpasses and sewers by day, an animalistic killer by night. Slowly she migrated along the Gulf of Mexico, coming to settle in New Orleans.
  
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Appearance

HAIR: Dirty blonde
EYES: Hazel green
HEIGHT: 5'3
BUILD: Feminine, curvy

DESCRIPTION: Adeline's most striking feature is her haunting stare, her pale hazel-green eyes could burn a hole in most. Otherwise, Adeline appears very unassuming. She is short, with a softer body shape and hourglass curves. Her appearance lacks contrast, with her olive toned complexion and natural dirty blonde hair.

But you know that you're needing it, and you know that you need it bad

MISCELLANEOUS

— Adeline rarely rides anymore. Her 1983 Honda Nighthawk sits in the alley behind the clubhouse; its "Candy Wineberry" paint is hidden beneath a layer of dust and a tarp.

— She is very superstitious and spiritual, maintaining the same Romani beliefs she was born into a century and a half ago.

— She was so in love with Erik, that she never changed her last name again.

— She retained a lot of money from her second husband Christian, which, over the last 80 years, has compounded immensely. She makes large donations to the MC.

— She lives in a small, one-room apartment on the top floor of the bar and clubhouse.

— Beneath all of her emotional instability, Adeline is extremely well educated and skilled. She has many unsuspected talents, such as the piano, the harp, billiards, and dancing.

— Some pyromaniac tendencies

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AT HER WORST

 Crack Baby — Mitski

 Pool — Samia

 Fable — Gigi Perez

 Liquid Smooth — Mitski

AT HER BEST

 Sarah — Alex G

 Not a lot, just forever
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Altheim

 

[Elillium]

Everett

Introduction

NAME:

Everett Collingwood

NICKNAMES: Ever, Ev

AGE:

Appears late twenties

SPECIES:

Vampire

ROLE:

Bus boy, dishwasher

SEXUALITY:

Gay-leaning bisexual

BORN:

October 5th, 1999

ETHNICITY:

American

Early Life

Everett grew up in Beaumont, Texas. He was the only child of Arthur Collingwood and Denise Collingwood. Both Arthur and Denise were very successful business lawyers, whose popularity required them to travel often for work. While they were away, Everett was left in the care of his grandmother, Cheryl.

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Personality

POSITIVE TRAITS:

Everett is a witty, unserious, comedy act. He is always trying to make someone laugh and provides comedic relief in any environment. But his humour has boundaries; he is never intentionally trying to offend anyone and is extremely apologetic if he thinks he has. He has a free spirit, and a kind heart.

NEGATIVE TRAITS:

He'll admit it, but Everett is a little lazy. Despite his parents' success, he has very little ambition, content with his job as a dish boy at the bar. Everett can also get carried away, finding it hard to read when to be silly or when to be serious. Finally, he has no perception of whether someone likes him or not, which causes him to pester people accidentally.

Everett was not one of the children who craved their parents' approval; in fact, he nearly craved the opposite, seeking to disappoint them for even a shred of their attention. He would ask out in class, never maliciously, but enough to get him sent home for the day. This class-clown behaviour got him mixed in with the wrong crowd in the later two years of school; he and his friends would graffiti, sneak into abandoned buildings, or maybe kick over a bicycle.

Everett drew a clear line at anything truly criminal; when sneaking into old buildings turned into sneaking into their school, and kicking over bikes turned into bothering homeless people, Everett stopped hanging out with the group. He craved fun, not criminal mischief. Despite it all, his grandmother fondly describes him as sweet, with not a true mean bone in his body.

We all play a part in the devil's cheer

The Turn

Everett's life was coasting pretty smoothly; he moved out of his parents' home into a bachelor apartment and was working in the kitchen at a local restaurant. He and his coworkers grew close, and they started going out in the evenings after their shifts. On this day, the group decided they would road-trip to New Orleans and get a hotel at a casino for the weekend. The group of misfits, small-town kitchen staff, hit the big city. They hopped bars and clubs until they could hop no more, practically crawling back to their hotel room. It was only when they piled into their beds that they noticed that Everett was missing. This was normal; he was a fruity social butterfly who often got distracted talking to anyone who would listen. Figuring he made a new friend, the rest of the group settled in for the night.

Everett never returned to Texas.

That night, he had been separated from the group in a large crowd crossing the busy street. He wandered for quite some time; his phone battery had died, and after a few hours of searching, he decided that the safest option was to go back to the casino-hotel and wait for them. He asked the desk attendant for a new room key; his friends had the other ones. Room 1311. Strange, Everett thought; he could have sworn they were only on the fifth or sixth floor. His gut told him something was wrong when he stepped off the thirteenth floor; he should have trusted himself, but instead he wrote it off as drunken anxiety. Swiped his card; the handle blinked green, and his human life ended. Behind the door of room 1311 was a hoard of four vampires. The casino was owned by the leader of their clan; the desk attendant was a plant to direct stays to the thirteenth floor, where the hungriest vampires waited in turn to feed.

Everett was a stubborn one, drained to the very cusp of death, but holding on so tightly. To what he didn't know, but his resilience intrigued the vampires. They called their leader, chatting on the phone while Everett sputtered on the floor. When the man entered, dressed in a suit, delirious Everett thought he might be the hotel manager and begged him for help. The leader changed him and put him up in a hotel suite to recover. As soon as Everett was strong enough to move, he hatched a plan to escape, stealing a room-service employee's uniform, and sneaking out of the casino's employee entrance.

Appearance

HAIR: Dark brown, long but nicely styled
EYES: Dark brown
HEIGHT: 5'9
BUILD: Thin but muscular, scrappy build

DESCRIPTION:Everett is a slippery little bugger. He turned out shorter than he would have liked, but he exchanged size for strength. Everett has dark brown hair that is just shy of being able to be put in a bun. He always sports a shadow of facial hair. He has no tattoos, despite always wanting them, though he allegedly has his nipples pierced. Everett has a smile that is both hard to describe and hard to forget. It is genuine, but those who know him closely can see the shadow of sadness beneath his toothy grin.

Run to the hills 'cause the end is near

MISCELLANEOUS

— He has never owned a car; instead he rides a neon yellow 2010 Kawasaki Ninja

— He is actually very musical and plays the drums

— He calls himself bisexual, but he is honestly just confused. He has such a strong respect for women, upholding them on a pillar, worshipping his female friends. This feeling towards women is so strong that he can't even bring himself to sleep with them.

— He makes the best girl-bestfriend. Manicures? Shit'yeah. Wine tasting? He drinks white. Shopping? Only if he gets his iced coffee first.

— He hates the taste of liquor; he would much prefer a seltzer.

— After changing, he tried to go back to his parents' home in Texas. He got as far as the front door before leaving again. Deciding that it would be easier to believe he was missing in New Orleans, than to hear the truth.

— You heard that. Nipple piercings.

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PLAYLIST

 New Gold — Gorillaz

 Backseat — Balu Brigada

 Searching the Blue — The Arcs

 Trouble — Cage the Elephant

 Tonight You Are Mine — The Technicolors

 back to friends — sombr

 Girls/Grils/Boys‎ — Panic! at the Disco

COLLINGWOOD

 

[JustAlex]

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Saevah

Goldeen

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Living in Misery

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all the good girls go to hell

Billie Eilish

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Saevah Goldeen

name

Sae

nickname

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22

age

Female

gender

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Lesbian

sexuality

5'4

height

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Unknown

face claim

Human

species

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Human

role

Unemployed

occupation

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personality:

• Easily Manipulated + Suspicious + Cunning at times
• Depressed + Sly + Observant + Pessimistic

bio:

Growing up on the nice side of town doesn’t always mean you have your shit together.

It didn’t mean that for Sae.

Her father was a well-to-do man. As the owner of a few businesses, he was often out of town for one reason or another. Especially in Sae’s younger life, he would often work long hours or overnights just to get things going for them. He was a good guy, she figured, but he wasn’t around much. As she grew up, she realized that she barely knew her father. Not that she particularly cared. I mean - how could you care about someone you didn’t even know?

That wasn’t what made her resent him, though. No, she didn’t care he wasn’t around for that reason alone. Her mother was a drug addict. While it started with a few pills on the weekend, maybe a drink getting involved, it ended in torment and wreckage. Her mother would go on benders, sometimes taking Sae with her for days or weeks at a time. Sae knew she should probably go to therapy at this point, but, well, that just seemed like a lot of work.

Trauma, life - you get the bigger picture. Sae didn’t handle these things well. Or at least, not until she discovered the existence of vampires. She supposed the idea of “well” could be taken one way or the other, but at least she didn’t fall into the same drug-induced coma’s every night that her mother did.

Sae had committed herself to the Club, a blood bag for the vampires, to put it harshly. That’s not really how she saw it though. She wanted to become one of them. She wanted to be strong and powerful and live longer than her mother ever would. Maybe then she could make something of herself.

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[oneironaut]

NAME
Elijah (Prioleau) King

FACE CLAIM
Jacob Anderson

APPARENT AGE
Appears to be in his 30′s

GENDER
Masculine

SEXUALITY
Everybody can get cooked by this Pan

HEIGHT
5′10″

MC ROLE
Road Captain

SPECIES
Vampire

OCCUPATION
(Working this out)

PERSONALITY
Protective, loyal to those who matter to him, serious, skeptical, kind but not always nice (though this grows thinner the further he gets from his humanity), has an ear for linguistics and rhythms, musically-inclined, a bit of a magpie, a bit of a mystic and rootworker.

BIOGRAPHY
A work in progress, but here are some bulletpoints:

• Was born in South Carolina’s Lowcountry in the late-19th Century, and was born of Gullah Geechee stock. (He’ll call himself “New York Geechee” when not amongst those who know what he is and how old he is.)
• Migrated to Harlem in the 1910′s, seeking to escape Jim Crow and to make something of himself, and after taking work as an elevator operator (and occasional hotel doorman), he eventually enlisted in the 15th New York National Guard.
• When the U.S. entered the Great War, Elijah and the rest of his regiment were sent down to Camp Wadsworth in Spartanburg, South Carolina. There, he received combat training before eventually shipping out to France to fight in the trenches.
• While part of the newly branded 369th Infantry Regiment (“Harlem Hellfighters”), he joined the Regiment’s band as a drummer under James Reese Europe’s direction. When he wasn’t drumming or killing, he also served as a field medic and unofficial chaplain.
• After the War, he returned to New York and remained an active jazz musician and community rootworker well into the 1920′s.
• (Details of his death and vampiric rebirth forthcoming.)
• Elijah came to New Orleans in the 1980′s, in the company of Yuko Shimada, and has remained there with her since.

 

[BonnieBee]

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marcel

laurent

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Fragile

Ha Vey

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UNSEAL

brief:

Mars is the kind of person people underestimate within the first minute of meeting him. He speaks warmly, shows affection easily, and pays attention to the small things. He’s more interested in whether the people around him are okay than in being the one everyone’s looking at. He’ll be kneeling in the dirt with a clean bandage before most people have even noticed they’re hurt, pressing ibuprofen into a rider’s palm before they’ve fully registered the ache.

And then there’s the other side of him: the slightly, deeply concerning side. Marcel’s world is not drawn in easy ideas of good and evil, but in fiercely personal loyalties. Hurt him and he’ll likely let it roll off his shoulders with a tired smile. Hurt someone he considers his, the people he loves, the home he’s made within the Knight Riders, and his response becomes something colder, sharper, and far more disproportionate.

little details:

• He drinks coffee offensively sweet.
• They’re surprisingly domestic, and like to paint faces they can’t always recall otherwise.
• He remembers tiny details about people and pretends not to.
• Mars is much quicker to forgive someone for hurting him than for hurting somebody he considers his.

history:

Most vampires are accidents. Wrong place, wrong bite, wrong night. Marcel drew his process out on paper first.

Born into a comfortable Louisiana family at the close of the eighteenth century, Marcel grew up in a house with wide porches and a debt ledger on his father’s desk that recorded not money but favors, who owed whom, and why. He was raised on duty, gentlemanly conduct, and the belief that a person’s worth was measured largely by what they could provide to those depending upon them. Family first, then neighbors, then anyone who came to the door with mud on their boots and trouble in their pockets.

He took that responsibility to heart, and once he became the man his family depended on, he realized how fragile the human body truly was. Death did not frighten Mars so much as irritate him. To him, it was an appalling waste of time.

When rumors eventually led him to proof that vampires existed, he didn’t ask one to turn him. He hunted one down and took the blood for himself, restraining the vampire long enough to slit a line down its wrist and drink from it. Once he was absolutely certain he understood the rules correctly, he completed the ritual himself with the same dagger used for the retrieval.

It is one of the only stories from his past that earns a genuine laugh from him. “To be fair,” he’ll say, fingers toying with a well-cared-for blade, handle worn and weathered, “I did ask politely first.”

It was a decision carved from bone-deep logic, stripped of romance and fear. He wanted time. As much of it as he could possibly take. An endless stretch of days to learn every secret the human body kept. Time to stand guard, unaging and unyielding, between the people he loved and what might harm them, never having to surrender that place again.

How he ended up alone despite all of that, he rarely says. But immortality was never a curse laid upon Marcel Laurent. Two centuries on, the theft still sits cleanly in his conscience, untouched by remorse.

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Marcel Laurent

full name

Mars

nickname

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Vampire

species

Trail Runner

role

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He / They

pronouns

Knight Riders MC

club

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Appears mid 20s

age

Felix Mallard

faceclaim

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Offensively sweet

coffee

Protective to a fault

warning

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Albescu

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Life can be cruel. That’s why I will do my best not to be.

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Prodigal

Saint Mesa

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Severus Rosari Albescu

full name

None

nicknames

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Human

species

University Student

occupation

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Male, He/Him

gender

Bisexual/Demisexual | Heavily Leans Towards Men

sexuality

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Twenty-two

age

Summer

birthday

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Wallachia, Romania

hometown

Valerii Koshman

faceclaim

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personality

Traits⠀✦
[+] Kind, Well-Mannered, Sweet, Hard-Working, Fast Learner, Calm, Creative, Diplomatic, Loyal, Open-Minded, Modest
[-] Introverted, Awkward, Jelly Issues (Depending), Stubborn, Shy, Insecure, Naive, Timid, Overthinking, Uncomfortable With Praise

Loves⠀✦⠀
His Grandmother, Blueberries, Dragons, Moths, Fantasy Books, Medieval History, Fencing/Swordplay, Equestrianism, Gardening Flowers, Lilies, Bluebell Flowers, Doodling, Reading, Snow, Cold Weather, Pasta & Steak, Forests, Journaling, People-Watching, Traveling.

Hates⠀✦⠀
Bullying, Crude Comments, Arrogance, Being Made Fun Of, Fighting, Hot Weather, Cars, Exceedingly Loud Noises, Oranges, Lemonade, Being Used In Any Manner, Being Forced Into Things He Doesn’t Want To Do.

appearance

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Severus stands at a height of five foot and nine point seven inches. He weighs one hundred and twenty seven pounds and is on the leaner side with some muscle from swordplay and riding horses. He has a feminine face and sleepy, yet kind, bright green eyes. His skin is ivory in color and his hair can be wavy or curly and is a dark brown, near black. In the sunlight it turns into a brighter brown. Sometimes his hair can be left down and other times up in a half-updo. As of now, the length is at his shoulders.

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Severus enjoys wearing clothes that consist of colors ranging in blue, navy blue, black, silver, grey, white, or various shades of browns. During rainy or cold seasons, he bundles up with trench coats, thick turtleneck sweaters, and heeled boots. During the warmer seasons, he may dress in buttoned up shirts and the same boots or fancier shoes. Sometimes when he wants comfier clothes, he will wear tight jeans and t-shirts. He has also been known to wear a nice dress from time to time, but that is a rare occurrence.

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The accessories Severus can be found wearing the most are rings that are silver or have blue jewels engraved in them. He also wears earrings and necklaces sometimes. He often wears a pearl necklace at random, which belonged to his mother.

history

I admit, I’m still thinking on this, so please bear with me.

Severus was born in the Welf’rehn royal family in Romania. After his mother died when he was five, his father begrudgingly handed him off to his grandmother and never seen nor heard from again. Luckily no higher powers from the royal court bothered to look for the missing prince and Severus soon forgot any of that life he had for the short time he lived it. With his grandmother, he had a calmer life and she taught him everything she could while running her apothecary clinic/shop, a practice that had some locals teasing her that she was a witch.

As he grew into his teens, he became a bit more rebellious in the sense he would steal fruits from grocery stores or carts, only to pay for them later due to his guilt, and he’d sneak off in the middle of the night after finishing homework to explore nearby fields or abandoned buildings or a castle that was left in a crumbling state. His grandmother was strict, though, and she punished him being out so late by making him scrub floors with a toothbrush.

In his earlier years, he was also placed in fencing classes, an activity he learned very well, as well as riding horses. They became passions for him and a means to let off steam when angry. Severus was also a victim of bullying, but as his grandmother taught him, he remained on the higher ground by walking away when it happened unless he felt the need to fight back. In which case, he fought back well and he was rewarded with ice cream by his grandmother after school.

Now in his adult years, Severus is a traveling university student, most enraptured with earning a degree for studying medieval literature.

miscellaneous

• Severus enjoys drinking both tea and coffee.
• Severus rarely thinks about his royal ties since he hasn’t been part of it for near his entire life. As far as he knows, he is just another man living life to the best of his ability.
• He always carries around a journal to jot or doodle things down in.

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