Apokalipse

For Queen and Country

NORAH

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𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Norah Evans.

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Sixteen. _{{Died in 1937.}}

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• Norah looks very innocent and childlike with her large deep-set round eyes and her prominent cheekbones that complement her round face.
• The middle of Norah's left eyebrow is bald due to scarring that prevented hair to grow back there.
• It is easy to tell that Norah is not from this time - her blonde hair is cut short and curly, always pulled back with pretty pins, and she wears old school tea dresses or plain chiffon blouses with dark-colored flutter skirts.
• Norah's body is dotted with beauty marks - the most noticeable one being under her left eye. She has some on her collarbones, on her arms, and on her stomach.
• Norah seems to lack color in her face - she has a certain pallor to her skin and her eyes have purple bags hanging underneath them.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Helps new ghosts adjust to life and has become an amateur ghost detective! Who has yet to solve a case in the past twenty years, but she's trying!

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Undead Anonymous. Norah is a very active member.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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She may be dead, but Norah is definitely not lacking in life! If anything, since her death, Norah has become more ᴠɪᴠᴀᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ and ᴄʜᴇᴇʀꜰᴜʟ. Despite being of the ghostly kind, Norah thinks its important to live the last of her undead life and maybe she thinks that if she’s animated, she can trick herself into thinking that she still is alive. (It would maybe help if she didn’t know only other ghosts…) On top of her lively behavior, Norah can be decidedly ᴄʜɪʟᴅɪꜱʜ and her ᴍɪꜱᴄʜᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ nature can sometimes lead to other ghosts mistaking her as something akin to a poltergeist on first glance. Her childishness mostly comes to schoolyard insults and sticking out her tongue when she doesn’t get what she wants plus her love for the dramatics. When she’s not stomping away huffily, Norah’s interactions with others are more along the ꜱɴᴀʀᴋy route. Though she’s not a particularly dry or easily annoyed person, Norah likes to show her intelligence through ᴡɪᴛᴛy quips – her ꜱᴀʀᴄᴀꜱᴛɪᴄ remarks are more for a humorous effect than to be particularly biting, however.

Despite having a lively personality and a friendly disposition, Norah is a person that can be hard to like at times. She is of the ʙʟᴜɴᴛ variety which, rather than having her come off as endearingly honest, mostly ends up with her being ᴀʙʀᴀꜱɪᴠᴇ and particularly ᴀɪʀy in regards to important issues. Norah has always been a ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ child, too, and that hasn’t worn off since her passing. She’s the type to spend hours mulling over newfound information and go snooping around to learn more. It can be a bit of an annoyance at times, Norah never really knows when to mind her own business.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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It’s a bit of a bummer to realize that Norah has been dead longer than she was ever alive. The ghost hardly remembers what it was like to live, even though she remembers her life before her death.

Norah lived during the 1920s to the 1930s, for sixteen blissful years. If she could describe her life in one word, it would be happy. She lived with her parents and her little sister, Audrey, in a large home bought with her dad’s old money blood. The Evans family was a bit materialistic, yes, but Norah tends to think that their love abounded their wealth in droves. Norah is a bit delusional in that prospect, perhaps; she has been so removed from life that she tends to romanticize that period of her existence. Truth be told, the Evans family was dysfunctional, as most families were at that time. Her naivety while alive obscured the fact that her mother was having affairs and that her father was drinking his pain away. Still, her parents loved her and Audrey which was enough at the time.

Norah wishes she could pinpoint exactly why she died – she knows the how, but the why continuously escapes her grasp. Her death was pointless violence, it seems, a murder without motive. She remembers her death, sometimes can still feel it in this hyper-focus that would have caused her skin to shake if she still had skin. She had been washing her hands in the ladies’ restroom at a restaurant near Crowley High, the school she attended. Norah didn’t think much of it when her classmate had approached her from behind – she was not a victim of bullying and had no personal enemies, and the restaurant was popular enough to run into classmates there, so why should she have been scared? Norah just assumed that Milly Deighton wanted to talk to her about something; perhaps homework due the next day? She didn’t expect for the slightly taller and slightly stronger girl to shove her into the sink she had previously been washing her hands in or for Milly to grasp her at the roots of her hair to push her face under the running water. Still, Norah didn’t fear for her life – thought it was a simple scuffle caused by a misunderstanding, and like hell was she going to let Milly bloody Deighton push her around like nothing. Norah fought back, raking her fingers down Milly’s neck and pushing her knuckles into the delicate bones of her cheek. In return, the Deighton girl pummeled her and from there, Norah can’t remember much of the brawl – it was a mess of her grabbing whatever she could and punching wherever she could, Milly doing the same. At some point, Milly had reached back and grasped something long and blunt.

It wasn’t until Norah flickered to undeath the day after, in a dirty restaurant bathroom of all places, that Norah realized that Milly fucking Deighton bludgeoned her to death. After that, Norah really didn’t know what there was for her to do. She was a ghost who could barely interact with objects and had no one to talk to; she roamed the halls of her previous school, searched Milly’s belongings to find what would have led to her death, destroyed the restauraunt’s bathroom when she couldn’t find a reason for her death. It was a pointless death, something that angered Norah more than the fact that she was killed. Tens years into her ghostly wanderings of the school halls, Norah was taken in by another ghost who showed her the ropes. Eventually, Norah became an active member Undead Anonymous just so she would have something to do.

In the modern day, Norah spends her time haunting the school she used to attend – out of some weird envy that Norah can’t really explain, like if she burns holes into the students with her stare enough they’ll see her and become her living friends. When not haunting the school, Norah is spending time with Undead Anonymous or helping new ghosts. At times, she tries to help the ghosts move on by solving their murders in an attempt to avoid the fact that she hasn’t moved on yet. Her parents have long been dead, too, and the only living relative she has left is her widowed younger sister who Norah had spent twenty years trying to contact before giving up. Norah hates being a ghost – who wouldn’t? – but there’s nothing she can really do about it. There’s a weird sense of need for closure that prevents her from moving on, though Norah doesn’t really know what closure she needs. So, Norah just tries to pass the time as best as she can until maybe something clicks and she moves on.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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• ᴄʀᴏᴡʟᴇy ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ➞ Norah's most likely haunt. When not with her ghost brethren or off trying to solve a murder (badly), Norah haunts the halls of the high school she used to attend. She does so to reminisce in her very little memories as well as to people watch the teenagers that frequent the school.
• ᴇᴅɢᴇᴛᴏᴜɴ ᴩᴜʙʟɪᴄ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀy ➞ Life as a ghost is pretty boring and so Norah has become a very active member of Undead Anonymous in the past twenty-five years. As such, when not lurking at the school, Norah is around the library for Undead Anonymous meetings. She enjoys participating in their activities as well as associating with other ghosts. It's pretty lonely being a ghost, after all.
• ᴏʟᴅ ᴏᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ ➞ Norah's old family home that has been turned into an apartment complex. Her little sister, Audrey, has been the landlady for fifty-four years since it was first converted. Norah doesn't make a habit of visiting the home - it's a bit painful and she doesn't like to see her sister, who can't see her back. Sometimes, though, the nostalgia takes over and she finds herself checking up on her aging sister and the family affairs.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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For Queen and Country

NORAH

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Norah Evans.

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Sixteen. _{{Died in 1937.}}

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• Norah looks very innocent and childlike with her large deep-set round eyes and her prominent cheekbones that complement her round face.
• The middle of Norah's left eyebrow is bald due to scarring that prevented hair to grow back there.
• It is easy to tell that Norah is not from this time - her blonde hair is cut short and curly, always pulled back with pretty pins, and she wears old school tea dresses or plain chiffon blouses with dark-colored flutter skirts.
• Norah's body is dotted with beauty marks - the most noticeable one being under her left eye. She has some on her collarbones, on her arms, and on her stomach.
• Norah seems to lack color in her face - she has a certain pallor to her skin and her eyes have purple bags hanging underneath them.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Helps new ghosts adjust to life and has become an amateur ghost detective! Who has yet to solve a case in the past twenty years, but she's trying!

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Undead Anonymous. Norah is a very active member.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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She may be dead, but Norah is definitely not lacking in life! If anything, since her death, Norah has become more ᴠɪᴠᴀᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ and ᴄʜᴇᴇʀꜰᴜʟ. Despite being of the ghostly kind, Norah thinks its important to live the last of her undead life and maybe she thinks that if she’s animated, she can trick herself into thinking that she still is alive. (It would maybe help if she didn’t know only other ghosts…) On top of her lively behavior, Norah can be decidedly ᴄʜɪʟᴅɪꜱʜ and her ᴍɪꜱᴄʜᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ nature can sometimes lead to other ghosts mistaking her as something akin to a poltergeist on first glance. Her childishness mostly comes to schoolyard insults and sticking out her tongue when she doesn’t get what she wants plus her love for the dramatics. When she’s not stomping away huffily, Norah’s interactions with others are more along the ꜱɴᴀʀᴋy route. Though she’s not a particularly dry or easily annoyed person, Norah likes to show her intelligence through ᴡɪᴛᴛy quips – her ꜱᴀʀᴄᴀꜱᴛɪᴄ remarks are more for a humorous effect than to be particularly biting, however.

Despite having a lively personality and a friendly disposition, Norah is a person that can be hard to like at times. She is of the ʙʟᴜɴᴛ variety which, rather than having her come off as endearingly honest, mostly ends up with her being ᴀʙʀᴀꜱɪᴠᴇ and particularly ᴀɪʀy in regards to important issues. Norah has always been a ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ child, too, and that hasn’t worn off since her passing. She’s the type to spend hours mulling over newfound information and go snooping around to learn more. It can be a bit of an annoyance at times, Norah never really knows when to mind her own business.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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It’s a bit of a bummer to realize that Norah has been dead longer than she was ever alive. The ghost hardly remembers what it was like to live, even though she remembers her life before her death.

Norah lived during the 1920s to the 1930s, for sixteen blissful years. If she could describe her life in one word, it would be happy. She lived with her parents and her little sister, Audrey, in a large home bought with her dad’s old money blood. The Evans family was a bit materialistic, yes, but Norah tends to think that their love abounded their wealth in droves. Norah is a bit delusional in that prospect, perhaps; she has been so removed from life that she tends to romanticize that period of her existence. Truth be told, the Evans family was dysfunctional, as most families were at that time. Her naivety while alive obscured the fact that her mother was having affairs and that her father was drinking his pain away. Still, her parents loved her and Audrey which was enough at the time.

Norah wishes she could pinpoint exactly why she died – she knows the how, but the why continuously escapes her grasp. Her death was pointless violence, it seems, a murder without motive. She remembers her death, sometimes can still feel it in this hyper-focus that would have caused her skin to shake if she still had skin. She had been washing her hands in the ladies’ restroom at a restaurant near Crowley High, the school she attended. Norah didn’t think much of it when her classmate had approached her from behind – she was not a victim of bullying and had no personal enemies, and the restaurant was popular enough to run into classmates there, so why should she have been scared? Norah just assumed that Milly Deighton wanted to talk to her about something; perhaps homework due the next day? She didn’t expect for the slightly taller and slightly stronger girl to shove her into the sink she had previously been washing her hands in or for Milly to grasp her at the roots of her hair to push her face under the running water. Still, Norah didn’t fear for her life – thought it was a simple scuffle caused by a misunderstanding, and like hell was she going to let Milly bloody Deighton push her around like nothing. Norah fought back, raking her fingers down Milly’s neck and pushing her knuckles into the delicate bones of her cheek. In return, the Deighton girl pummeled her and from there, Norah can’t remember much of the brawl – it was a mess of her grabbing whatever she could and punching wherever she could, Milly doing the same. At some point, Milly had reached back and grasped something long and blunt.

It wasn’t until Norah flickered to undeath the day after, in a dirty restaurant bathroom of all places, that Norah realized that Milly fucking Deighton bludgeoned her to death. After that, Norah really didn’t know what there was for her to do. She was a ghost who could barely interact with objects and had no one to talk to; she roamed the halls of her previous school, searched Milly’s belongings to find what would have led to her death, destroyed the restauraunt’s bathroom when she couldn’t find a reason for her death. It was a pointless death, something that angered Norah more than the fact that she was killed. Tens years into her ghostly wanderings of the school halls, Norah was taken in by another ghost who showed her the ropes. Eventually, Norah became an active member Undead Anonymous just so she would have something to do.

In the modern day, Norah spends her time haunting the school she used to attend – out of some weird envy that Norah can’t really explain, like if she burns holes into the students with her stare enough they’ll see her and become her living friends. When not haunting the school, Norah is spending time with Undead Anonymous or helping new ghosts. At times, she tries to help the ghosts move on by solving their murders in an attempt to avoid the fact that she hasn’t moved on yet. Her parents have long been dead, too, and the only living relative she has left is her widowed younger sister who Norah had spent twenty years trying to contact before giving up. Norah hates being a ghost – who wouldn’t? – but there’s nothing she can really do about it. There’s a weird sense of need for closure that prevents her from moving on, though Norah doesn’t really know what closure she needs. So, Norah just tries to pass the time as best as she can until maybe something clicks and she moves on.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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• ᴄʀᴏᴡʟᴇy ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ➞ Norah's most likely haunt. When not with her ghost brethren or off trying to solve a murder (badly), Norah haunts the halls of the high school she used to attend. She does so to reminisce in her very little memories as well as to people watch the teenagers that frequent the school.
• ᴇᴅɢᴇᴛᴏᴜɴ ᴩᴜʙʟɪᴄ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀy ➞ Life as a ghost is pretty boring and so Norah has become a very active member of Undead Anonymous in the past twenty-five years. As such, when not lurking at the school, Norah is around the library for Undead Anonymous meetings. She enjoys participating in their activities as well as associating with other ghosts. It's pretty lonely being a ghost, after all.
• ᴏʟᴅ ᴏᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ ➞ Norah's old family home that has been turned into an apartment complex. Her little sister, Audrey, has been the landlady for fifty-four years since it was first converted. Norah doesn't make a habit of visiting the home - it's a bit painful and she doesn't like to see her sister, who can't see her back. Sometimes, though, the nostalgia takes over and she finds herself checking up on her aging sister and the family affairs.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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For Queen and Country

𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗚𝗢 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗬

Everything felt so hazy and fake around her, a sign that Indigo had passed tired and moved on to sleep deprived. Intellectually, she knew the shuffle of early risers moving around her were real people but a weary side of her eyed them like they were nothing but moving blurs of color. She should sleep; it’s been days since she’s laid in her bed and her nightly performances have been lacking.

Despite her thoughts, Indigo strode past her apartment complex and continued onto the street that led to her little hole in the wall shop. It would have been nice to stop at her studio apartment for a quick shower to get rid of the sweat and glitter that clung to her – but then she might be tempted to lay down. Indigo didn’t want to sleep; she wanted to push her humanly limits until she dies from exhaustion or the restlessness left her jittery limbs.

The shop looked like it always did – worn down, like her. Without the neon sign buzzing, the shop’s title proudly declared that it was “BLUE HAZE” in the tired grey of the morning. Later, when it got darker and she decided to light it up, she will be irritated by the missing letters – but fixing the sign costs money, and it wasn’t like the occult store was booming business. If anything, her finances have been suffering since Nick fucking Bloodfang. The humans that used to come there avoided her store because witches worked for the devil or some shit explanation like that. The Other that used to be regulars avoided it so people didn’t find them out and lead a witch hunt to their doorstep.

Though, it wasn’t entirely suffering, Indigo noted as she jiggled the door open and saw a piece of paper slide across the dusty linoleum. Leaning down and picking up the purple scrap (was it scented?), Indigo glared at the chicken scratch request for crucifixes.

“Fucking loonies.” Indigo huffed, crumbling the paper in her fist. If she was a more destructive witch, she would have burned it to ashes. As it were, she very well couldn’t divine it to a crisp.

Even though crucifixes would achieve two things, jack and shit, Indigo obediently tapped out an order twenty minutes later when everything was operating, albeit with a retro rustiness that Blue Haze was characterized. It’s not her fault she couldn’t afford a high-speed laptop or a nice TV; her customers would just have to settle for the slow as shit dinosaur PC that still had a box for a backing.

ITEM QUANTITY PRICE
Crucifixes 150 £514.88

It was a waste of money, to be sure. To spend five hundred and fourteen pounds on a hundred and fifty wooden crucifixes that wouldn’t achieve anything was absolutely dumb. But, if she jumped up the price for each individual one and added some nonsense about them being blessed by a priest, maybe she could get a couple of paranoid edgy teens to buy them.

That’s what her business relies on, nowadays, anyways. Her regulars have become decidedly irregular and the Others didn’t quite like to frequent such a closet-outing location, so Indigo had to keep her business running by taking advantage on the oft clueless crazies.

Thinking about the small amount of people that came in and out of the bell-triggered door to order some ridiculous and false countermeasure against the Other made her a bit nervous, now that she took a moment to really analyze it. Mostly what they asked for wouldn’t work – holy water, crucifixes, and someone the other day had asked for her to brew a potion against leprechauns. She closed the shop down for ten minutes, went to the back of her shop and scrubbed some of the glitter from her hairline into a bottle of tap before adding a smidgen of green food dye. Was it ethical to sell that to the clueless dope for fifty-five pounds? Certainly not, but she had little regrets.

It wouldn’t do to give dumbasses scared of leprechauns, of all things, actual tools that could be used against the Other.

Nodding decisively, Indigo flicked on her cheap radio she kept on the counter – she hated the radio, but it wouldn’t do to be out of the loop if one of the stations decided to report on something important. After she fiddled with the volume a bit, Indigo retreated to the back storage of her shop.

The storage room was full of dust motes that would have caused a violent sneeze if she wasn’t so used to it already – cleaning wasn’t exactly her forte. Indigo rarely put in effort to unpack boxes unless they would be going on display, so it took her quite a bit of ruffling around and scraping boxes across the floor before she found the seven boxes tucked in the corner. Armed with industrial strength duct tape, Indigo mummified the boxes carrying iron and a few Solomon Tools and scratched “NFHS” onto the small patches of brown box left. Not for Human Sale.

Satisfied, Indigo ambled back to the counter just in time to catch the tail-end of the On the Edge broadcast.

“–ally condemn the call to violence against the Other from these anonymous pirates.”

“Huh? Did I miss something already?”

For Queen and Country

GUY

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𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Tae-woo "Guy" Lee.

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Twenty-five.

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• Guy has a soft, angelic face that screams innocence and naivety.
• Guy is 5'10" and hates when he meets people taller than him - he doesn't like it when people tower over him. Posture-wise, his back tends to be very stiff, even when relaxing.
• There is a scar on his left palm from where scissors sliced his hand on accident, while he was in a fit of pain.
• Guy likes a simple style of plain t-shirts and cozy sweaters with blue jeans or comfy sweatpants. Comfort over style, essentially.
• Smiles all around! Guy likes to smile a lot and it has been remarked as being sweet and wide. In general, his face is very easy to read and his expressions are an open book.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Guy was a part of the South Korean military before he was discharged due to health reasons. Currently, Guy works as a barista at The Daily Grind.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Guy is unaware that he is a dhampire and so he does not belong to any faction.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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The word that best encompasses Guy’s personality is ᴇᴀʀɴᴇꜱᴛ. Every action he makes it made with an intense sincerity that simply can’t be faked; he’s the type that approaches life with such honest and simple conviction. Hidden agendas and backhanded behavior is just not in his nature and, maybe it’s because of his genuine character, Guy is also incredibly ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴩᴀʀᴇɴᴛ. You can be a stranger and still be able to read every emotion that flickers across his expressive face; but, he doesn’t mind being so see-through, he doesn’t really see the point in hiding his feelings in the first place. In this way, Guy is almost straight-forwardly simple. Unfortunately, because he is so earnest, Guy can also be pretty ᴛᴀᴄᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ as he doesn’t really understand the intricacies of personal information and space. Because he has nothing to hide, Guy can be extraordinarily ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟy and approaches everyone as a potential new friend rather than someone to be wary of. A definite plus to having Guy as a friend is his ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ-ꜱᴋɪɴɴᴇᴅ way of laughing everything off – insults, sarcastic quips, lies, almost nothing can scare Guy away from his friends!

Maybe one of the most annoying of his traits is his ᴄʟᴜᴇʟᴇꜱꜱɴᴇꜱꜱ. Guy tends to be very unobservant and takes everything at face value, which often leads him lost and confused when a certain level of reading between the lines is necessary. It doesn’t help that he’ll loudly declare his confusion, too, to everyone who can hear. It doesn’t help matters that he is ᴇᴀꜱɪʟy ꜱɪᴅᴇ-ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ and sometimes serious matters have to take a backseat to a curiosity Guy noticed and wants to investigate further.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Guy grew up in Seoul, South Korea living with his doting single mother, Mi-kyung Lee, and an old dog named after Britney Spears. All in all, it was a pretty normal life for Guy – who was known by his real name, Tae-woo, rather than his English name he adopted in Edgetoun. The only thing rough about his childhood were the moments of extreme pain that came out of nowhere and the haunting question of his father.

As a child, Guy bothered his mom a lot about the identity of his father and how they met – did it with the least amount of tact, too, that made it almost impossible for Mi-kyung to deflect his questions. Usually, his mom told him about his father in the vaguest way possible while still satisfying his curiosity – “he was a handsome man”, “we met in England, when I was studying abroad”, or “You are almost the spitting image of him”. It wasn’t until he was twelve that she dropped the bomb on him – he was the product of a one-night stand that occurred during Mi-kyung’s wild college days. After that, Guy stopped asking – it was obvious his father wasn’t of importance and he didn’t really feel like seeking out some stranger when nothing would come of it.

Instead, Guy focused more on his family and friends that were with him than the missing father figure. Ergo, he spent all his time with his partner-in-crime childhood friend, Chul-Soo, devising ways to chase off his mother’s new boyfriends. He was fiercely protective of his single mother and, because he was so focused on stopping the infiltration of her boyfriend of the month, his grades suffered exponentially. Matter of fact, Guy was a terrible student – couldn’t bring himself to focus during class, didn’t like to study out of it. He spent most of his time playing videogames or running around outside. When he graduated high school, this meant he didn’t have many career options. However, his mom had to quit working due to back problems and Guy had to step up to take care of her and good old Britney Spears.

Entering his compulsory military service was the obvious choice. Guy figured his life could be planned out after he got his draft out of the way and it was a particularly nice way of earning some good cash for his family. Turns out, though, Guy actually kind of liked being military! He practically thrived in the army and wanted to make a career after it, even when his mandatory years were up. The thing is, though, the older he got…the worst his childhood pains became. For the most part, the attacks never came on in public and his commanding officers didn’t know about his health issues. Now, Guy never hid his health issues on purpose, he just forgot to mention it during his first health examination and his second one and third…And, well, five years into his military service came one of the worst pain attacks Guy has ever had. In the middle of a military ceremony. After multiple health examinations, Guy was sent a letter discharging him of the military and he spent a year in sweatpants, on the couch sulking.

During that year, Guy attended doctor appointment after doctor appointment in hopes of finding out what was wrong with him. His mother’s side of the family never had any such problems and the other half of his family tree was a large question mark. His primary physician suspected it might be a genetic disorder, but she had no idea where to start without knowing his father’s family history. A year of sulking and a worried hovering mother who had to resume working when her son couldn’t find work later, Guy made the decision to go to England in search of his father and find out what was wrong with him. A week later, he’s packing his bags and heading to Edgetoun.

He’s been in Edgetoun for three months now, working at The Daily Grind while living in a shitty apartment with no leads on his father.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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• ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɪʟy ɢʀɪɴᴅ ➞ Since arriving in Edgetoun, Guy has been paying his rent working as a barista here. He is here more often than not as he tends to take extra shifts and covers for coworkers a lot. No matter how tired he is, Guy can be seen smiling and conversing with the cafe patrons that bother to give him the time of day.
• ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴀʟ ➞ Guy loves walking along the Canal as it reminds him of walking alongside the Han River in Seoul. The sound of water is very soothing to him and he loves to walk the length of it while snacking or drinking coffee. It's a time for relaxation for the usually hyper man.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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For Queen and Country

GUY

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𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Tae-woo "Guy" Lee.

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Twenty-five.

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• Guy has a soft, angelic face that screams innocence and naivety.
• Guy is 5'10" and hates when he meets people taller than him - he doesn't like it when people tower over him. Posture-wise, his back tends to be very stiff, even when relaxing.
• There is a scar on his left palm from where scissors sliced his hand on accident, while he was in a fit of pain.
• Guy likes a simple style of plain t-shirts and cozy sweaters with blue jeans or comfy sweatpants. Comfort over style, essentially.
• Smiles all around! Guy likes to smile a lot and it has been remarked as being sweet and wide. In general, his face is very easy to read and his expressions are an open book.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Guy was a part of the South Korean military before he was discharged due to health reasons. Currently, Guy works as a barista at The Daily Grind.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Guy is unaware that he is a dhampire and so he does not belong to any faction.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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The word that best encompasses Guy’s personality is ᴇᴀʀɴᴇꜱᴛ. Every action he makes it made with an intense sincerity that simply can’t be faked; he’s the type that approaches life with such honest and simple conviction. Hidden agendas and backhanded behavior is just not in his nature and, maybe it’s because of his genuine character, Guy is also incredibly ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴩᴀʀᴇɴᴛ. You can be a stranger and still be able to read every emotion that flickers across his expressive face; but, he doesn’t mind being so see-through, he doesn’t really see the point in hiding his feelings in the first place. In this way, Guy is almost straight-forwardly simple. Unfortunately, because he is so earnest, Guy can also be pretty ᴛᴀᴄᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ as he doesn’t really understand the intricacies of personal information and space. Because he has nothing to hide, Guy can be extraordinarily ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟy and approaches everyone as a potential new friend rather than someone to be wary of. A definite plus to having Guy as a friend is his ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ-ꜱᴋɪɴɴᴇᴅ way of laughing everything off – insults, sarcastic quips, lies, almost nothing can scare Guy away from his friends!

Maybe one of the most annoying of his traits is his ᴄʟᴜᴇʟᴇꜱꜱɴᴇꜱꜱ. Guy tends to be very unobservant and takes everything at face value, which often leads him lost and confused when a certain level of reading between the lines is necessary. It doesn’t help that he’ll loudly declare his confusion, too, to everyone who can hear. It doesn’t help matters that he is ᴇᴀꜱɪʟy ꜱɪᴅᴇ-ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ and sometimes serious matters have to take a backseat to a curiosity Guy noticed and wants to investigate further.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Guy grew up in Seoul, South Korea living with his doting single mother, Mi-kyung Lee, and an old dog named after Britney Spears. All in all, it was a pretty normal life for Guy – who was known by his real name, Tae-woo, rather than his English name he adopted in Edgetoun. The only thing rough about his childhood were the moments of extreme pain that came out of nowhere and the haunting question of his father.

As a child, Guy bothered his mom a lot about the identity of his father and how they met – did it with the least amount of tact, too, that made it almost impossible for Mi-kyung to deflect his questions. Usually, his mom told him about his father in the vaguest way possible while still satisfying his curiosity – “he was a handsome man”, “we met in England, when I was studying abroad”, or “You are almost the spitting image of him”. It wasn’t until he was twelve that she dropped the bomb on him – he was the product of a one-night stand that occurred during Mi-kyung’s wild college days. After that, Guy stopped asking – it was obvious his father wasn’t of importance and he didn’t really feel like seeking out some stranger when nothing would come of it.

Instead, Guy focused more on his family and friends that were with him than the missing father figure. Ergo, he spent all his time with his partner-in-crime childhood friend, Chul-Soo, devising ways to chase off his mother’s new boyfriends. He was fiercely protective of his single mother and, because he was so focused on stopping the infiltration of her boyfriend of the month, his grades suffered exponentially. Matter of fact, Guy was a terrible student – couldn’t bring himself to focus during class, didn’t like to study out of it. He spent most of his time playing videogames or running around outside. When he graduated high school, this meant he didn’t have many career options. However, his mom had to quit working due to back problems and Guy had to step up to take care of her and good old Britney Spears.

Entering his compulsory military service was the obvious choice. Guy figured his life could be planned out after he got his draft out of the way and it was a particularly nice way of earning some good cash for his family. Turns out, though, Guy actually kind of liked being military! He practically thrived in the army and wanted to make a career after it, even when his mandatory years were up. The thing is, though, the older he got…the worst his childhood pains became. For the most part, the attacks never came on in public and his commanding officers didn’t know about his health issues. Now, Guy never hid his health issues on purpose, he just forgot to mention it during his first health examination and his second one and third…And, well, five years into his military service came one of the worst pain attacks Guy has ever had. In the middle of a military ceremony. After multiple health examinations, Guy was sent a letter discharging him of the military and he spent a year in sweatpants, on the couch sulking.

During that year, Guy attended doctor appointment after doctor appointment in hopes of finding out what was wrong with him. His mother’s side of the family never had any such problems and the other half of his family tree was a large question mark. His primary physician suspected it might be a genetic disorder, but she had no idea where to start without knowing his father’s family history. A year of sulking and a worried hovering mother who had to resume working when her son couldn’t find work later, Guy made the decision to go to England in search of his father and find out what was wrong with him. A week later, he’s packing his bags and heading to Edgetoun.

He’s been in Edgetoun for three months now, working at The Daily Grind while living in a shitty apartment with no leads on his father.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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• ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɪʟy ɢʀɪɴᴅ ➞ Since arriving in Edgetoun, Guy has been paying his rent working as a barista here. He is here more often than not as he tends to take extra shifts and covers for coworkers a lot. No matter how tired he is, Guy can be seen smiling and conversing with the cafe patrons that bother to give him the time of day.
• ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴀʟ ➞ Guy loves walking along the Canal as it reminds him of walking alongside the Han River in Seoul. The sound of water is very soothing to him and he loves to walk the length of it while snacking or drinking coffee. It's a time for relaxation for the usually hyper man.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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For Queen and Country

LUKA

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𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Luka Pavlov. _{{Yaromir Volkov.}}

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Thirty-three. _{464.}

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• Luka's most attractive feature is his wide, genuine smile that seems to light up his whole face.
• Luka is a very carefully groomed person: his black hair is often smoothed back to curl on the nape of his neck, his beard trimmed perfectly, and his usual formal-casual outfits spotless.
• He has a very bad habit of getting into someone's space when talking about something important, one on one. Some chalk it up to deliberate charm, until he stutters a minute into the conversation.
• Luka is 6'1" with a well-proportioned, skinny body with almost no muscles. His belly is soft and he rather have a soft belly than sore limbs.
• Luka is fond of aromatherapy and smells like his eucalyptus bath salts.
• There is a slight tinge of a Slavic accent when Luka speaks, but for the most part it is absent.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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A businessman, Luka makes his money through investments and is the owner of several hotspots in the night scene across the world. However, his precious baby is a LGBT club in the city called Yelena. Luka also gathers information and gossip for The Collective.

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The Collective. Luka is fiercely protective of vampire kind and had joined The Collective shortly after turning; however, it is no secret that Luka is power-hungry for a spot as a voting member of The Methuselah Court.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Luka is a man ruled almost completely and totally by ᴩᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. His heart influences his mind in all matters and so he often acts ꜱᴇʟꜰɪꜱʜʟy rather than thinking about others’. Emotions sway him easily and because of their impact, he has become ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏᴜꜱ with age. It is not that he doesn’t care about what others’ want, but he is so ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ with his own desires that he tends to forget about people other than himself. Because of this, he is very ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ-ᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ in chasing after what he wants and can be utterly ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ when trying to get what he wants. As of late, he has become more and more ᴩᴏᴡᴇʀ-ʜᴜɴɢʀy as he attempts to further his goals for the vampire race.

Despite having a bad reputation for being an ambitious dick in the vampire community, Luka has his own charms. Most seem to think at a glance that he’s of the charismatic sort, the way he leans in close when speaking of some importance and the suave way he handles everything. Wrong – he’s a ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ᴅᴏʀᴋ. When he needs to persuade someone the most, he tends to stutter because his mouth can’t keep up with his feelings. Though he seems graceful at times, the moment he notices attention on him he trips up. And, well, he ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ to be that suave vampire everyone expects him to be. He attempts to embody everything people say he is, but in the end his ꜰʟɪʀᴛy comments are puns and he tends to laugh too hard at body gags and Will Ferrell movies.

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Luka was born in sixteenth century Russia as Yaromir Volkov. The Volkov family was noble in nature and vastly influential. Yaromir was the older brother of Yelena; they were close as children, not inseparable but close. Rarely fighting, the siblings got along well and were very involved in each other’s life. Belonging to an influential noble family, Yaromir and Yelena were exposed to Russian politics from a young age. While Yelena was embroiled in it, Yaromir ignored it in favor of playing with the young noble son of the Ivanov family. Matter of fact, Yaromir was very close to Nikola Ivanov, the heir of a very prominent noble family. They were childhood friends that studied together, played together, and ran away from responsibilities together. When they were seventeen, instead of laying with his wife, Nikola took to Yaromir’s bed in secret. The two had to keep their love affair secret lest terrible punishments await them for participating in homosexuality.

Things became complicated when his father had Nikola take Yelena as his third wife. His first two wives were sent away since Nikola refused to give them children; however, no matter how much Yaromir wanted Nikola to himself, he couldn’t allow Yelena to be disgraced like the others. Matters became worse when Yelena discovered their love affair and reacted terribly – the siblings fought for months. In her anger, Yelena told Nikola's father in hopes of him putting a stop to it. His father beat her into silence as he did not want the Ivanov family name to be ruined. Yaromir was enraged and, to stop him from confronting his father, Nikola went in Yaromir’s stead to challenge his father. Nikola and his father fought, and in the heat of the fight, his father struck Nikola. Nikola hit his head on the corner of a stair and died several days later, hand clasped in Yaromir's.

The day after Nikola’s death, Yaromir took Yelena and fled Russia as he refused to be a part of these dumb politics any longer. Taking the opportunity to escape dirtying the Ivanov name, Nikola's father blamed Nikola's death on Yaromir and Yelena which turned them into fugitives. When Yaromir was thirty-three, Yelena was poisoned while they stayed at an inn just inside of Romania. Unable to protect her or save her, Yaromir traveled with his slowly dying sister to a man rumored to be invincible. The Russian noble son pleaded with the Romanian vampire to turn him and then forced the bite onto Yelena to save her. When Yelena awoke, she regarded her brother as a monster and hated what he did to her. She refused to drink blood and eventually starved to death, wasting away as Yaromir could only plead with her to stay alive.

Yaromir traveled and eventually found himself in Britain. He felt he had no purpose, no one to protect anymore, so he threw himself head first into the thing he hated most: politics, vampire ones at that. Almost as a ‘fuck you’ to his sister for leaving him, he made it his mission to protect vampire lives. He resented his sister for choosing to leave him so much, he named a club after her that was wholly accepting of not just LGBT but Other as well. For right now, he’s laying low under the name of Luka Pavlov in Edgetoun as he gathers allies and he plans to eventually become a voting member of The Methuselah Court. His ultimate goal? Vampire supremacy.

In the vampire community, Luka has obtained a rather distasteful repute for his ministrations in trying to pull power among ranks. Using underhanded politics, Luka has framed vampires in higher standing than him to climb ranks – such as the time he killed a human and didn’t bother covering up everything vampire about it, then framing another member for it. He also is known for not holding human life high in regard, or life in general, and has killed in the past indiscriminately. It doesn’t help that his passion tends to lead him to starting fights constantly among his fellow vampires and has gotten so worked up that it escalated into a physical brawl. Secret gathering, blackmailing, framing, tricking…all methods he uses to become a prominent leader in the community.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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• yᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ➞ The LGBT and Other club that Luka owns in the city. It has a very high-end look to it, but Luka makes a point of making it very inclusive so he can attract as many people to the club for gossip purposes. It is rather large and has been listed as a great hot spot multiple times. Most nights, Luka lounges around here to make sure everything is running smoothly and to eavesdrop on others. Luka tends to lord over people here, making a point to walk around like he owns the place because, well, he does.
• ᴇᴅɢᴇᴛᴏᴜɴ ᴍᴜꜱᴇᴜᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀᴛ ➞ Luka has always been fond of art and is an artist himself. In his free time, he likes to look over all of the artwork as it gives him peace of mind. And, well, if he's lingering a little bit too long around some of his old paintings under his past alias "Grigore Ivanov" then nobody has to know.
• ᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴩᴀᴅᴇꜱ ➞ It would be pretty narcissistic if Luka spent all his time only at his own club. When he wants to be less noticeable to get information, Luka goes here. Sometimes he comes here to socialize, too, but rarely. Luka doesn't socialize without a purpose afterall.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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Leaving this empty to see if anyone wants to be Luka's sire first.

RELATIONSHIPS

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𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗪
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"Emma, Emma, Emma - nope, don't know an Em - oh wait. The little gay werewolf that likes to sneak into my club sometimes?"

For the most part, Luka doesn't really talk to Emma. He only knows she exists because she has illegally made her way into his club on multiple occasions and Luka likes to make a point of knowing the majority of Other that come in and out of his club. She's mostly harmless, a little rebellious werewolf wanting to hang with the adults, probably, so he lets her in. He's doing her a favor, practically - let her explore her sexuality in his club, its safe...mostly. Though, if Lang finds her, he totally didn't know she was there, honest.

𝗞𝗔𝗟𝗜 𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗗
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗟 𝗕𝗜𝗡𝗟𝗘𝗬
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"Honestly, when did I become the whole vampire community's free babysitter? I might need to recheck my approach to politics."

Luka knows Laurel's daddy dearest and can he just say how bad he feels for the kid? Like, wow his dad is a dick. But, also, he's extremely useful so if he asks Luka to check up on his little dhampire son every now and then, Luka would begrudgingly do it. He keeps his distance though, he doesn't need another obnoxious brat running around calling him "Uncle" and shit he really does need to stop getting in good favor through children.

Luka doesn't try to hide too much - well, he did in the beginning, but then he ended up knocking over a garbage can and it was a whole mess. For the most part, he pops up at The Canal or that dhampire bar to see what the teen is up to. If he knows Luka lurks or not, Luka doesn't know...but also he doesn't really care, either.

And if Luka gets a little schadenfreude giddiness from Laurel's hatred of vampires and how much his dad fucked up, no one needs to know.

𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗟𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗦
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"We made out once and then he tried to talk about my feelings. I don't think I've left my own club so fast."

Luka really thought it was going good and he was going to be able to take the bear home. Then he slipped and slammed his face against his own bar counter - after that everything else went wrong. They made out a little - Luka just hopes it was a "you are endearing" make out session rather than a "I seriously pity you" make out session. Luka thought he might be able to recover from his blunder and get some, but alas the guy opened his mouth and misplaced sympathy came out. Luka is not here to talk about his Gay Issues, no thanks.

Still, such a shame, he was a good kisser.

𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗚𝗢 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗬
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"A stripper with a true entrepreneurial spirit. We're acquaintances who do favors for each other at most."

A detached witch who hears all the vampire gossip at the vampire stripping joint she works at and all the witchy gossip from the stream of witches that go in and out of her shop? She's useful to have for valuable information and Luka appreciates that. In return for any information she gives him, Luka snoops around for gossip on witch academics from his other witch contacts. Truthfully, she's more useful to him than he to her but she doesn't seem to care either way.

𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗔𝗘𝗗𝗡𝗬𝗫
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗪
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗔𝗢𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗬
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"They must not be important enough for me to remember them."

If Luka hasn't bothered to know her now, he probably won't bother to know her later. He has no time in his life for people unimportant to his goal.

𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗬𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗚
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"Is it condescending to call Officer Moneyman my own personal guard dog?"

Luka and Lang have an...interesting relationship. That is, completely antagonistic - mostly on Luka's side of things. Being the owner of a club and frequenter of the night scene, Luka has a tendency to be around when shit goes down and Lang shows up on the scene to break it up. Most of the time, Luka is completely innocent of the whole thing! Really! Except for maybe half the time, when Luka is either instigating it or somehow involved in it. And, well, Officer Moneyman has no proof so Officer Moneyman can be on his way.

Through the years, Lang has developed from a badge-carrying thorn in Luka's side to a badge-carrying officer with a Luka-shaped thorn in his side. With Lang showing up so often, Luka decided to cut the whole police thing out of the system and now has Lang on speed-dial in case some rowdy teens disturb his patrons. Luka makes a point of calling him for small petty stuff, too, just to annoy him. It's become somewhat of a game for Luka and he enjoys having a cop that, while not exactly in his back pocket, is a contact in his phone in his back pocket.

𝗞𝗘𝗜
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗟𝗨𝗞𝗔 𝗣𝗔𝗩𝗟𝗢𝗩
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗘𝗞
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗟𝗢𝗞𝗜 𝗩𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗚
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗔 𝗔𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗢
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"Other than a call here or there, I don't interact with the little puppy playing secretary."

The only time Luka has ever interacted with Aila is when Lang isn't answering his phone so he calls the police station to find the damn cop himself. The less cops Luka knows, the better. Other than those few phone calls, Luka could care less about what she's up to. She's young, packless, and connection-less - therefore, absolutely useless.

𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗨𝗠𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗘
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"Cute bartender, not my type though with the whole dickless thing she has going on. I asked her to make a house call one time, but she said no. Shame."

Other than Luka asking her to strip at Lang's nonexistent bachelor party, Luka doesn't talk much with Eve other than ordering a drink at The Slye Fox. Though, he does ask her to keep an ear out for some vampire gossip and that he'll pay her for any news she comes across.

𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗟
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗚𝗨𝗬 𝗟𝗘𝗘
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗥 𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛
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"Shhh! Don't say her name so loud, she might hear you and climb out of whatever hellhole she's lurking in. Last night, I was convinced she was going to skin me alive. I swear I didn't tell Callie that joke!"

Honestly, Luka doesn't know how it happened. One day he's visiting the new vampire in town - an older one, probably has met a couple of others along her lifespan. He figured she would be a good connection to have for the future. Two years later, he's tucking her twelve year old kids into bed while they're chanting "Uncle Luka!" in hopes of annoying him enough to extend their bedtime. It worked fucking well, too. Luka ended up watching some horrid Disney movie until 2am.

Their relationship was supposed to be strictly business for Luka. Yet, somehow, he got inducted into their little family in the span of six months of babysitting. Babysitting! Him! Kids! It's total nonsense, that's what it is! Not to mention the fact that Eleanor has become somewhat of an older sister figure to him and a healthy, rational source of well-founded fear. Seriously, his surrogate niece drops the F bomb once and suddenly he's hiding in a gross motel for a week. Eleanor is both crazy and scary and Luka fears for his life almost constantly. Please, someone save him.

𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗠 𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗞𝗜
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗖𝗔𝗘𝗟
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗬
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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"Optional - character's own words."
Description of relationship here.

For Queen and Country

LUKA

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𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Luka Pavlov. _{{Yaromir Volkov.}}

𝗔𝗚𝗘
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Thirty-three. _{464.}

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• Luka's most attractive feature is his wide, genuine smile that seems to light up his whole face.
• Luka is a very carefully groomed person: his black hair is often smoothed back to curl on the nape of his neck, his beard trimmed perfectly, and his usual formal-casual outfits spotless.
• He has a very bad habit of getting into someone's space when talking about something important, one on one. Some chalk it up to deliberate charm, until he stutters a minute into the conversation.
• Luka is 6'1" with a well-proportioned, skinny body with almost no muscles. His belly is soft and he rather have a soft belly than sore limbs.
• Luka is fond of aromatherapy and smells like his eucalyptus bath salts.
• There is a slight tinge of a Slavic accent when Luka speaks, but for the most part it is absent.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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A businessman, Luka makes his money through investments and is the owner of several hotspots in the night scene across the world. However, his precious baby is a LGBT club in the city called Yelena. Luka also gathers information and gossip for The Collective.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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The Collective. Luka is fiercely protective of vampire kind and had joined The Collective shortly after turning; however, it is no secret that Luka is power-hungry for a spot as a voting member of The Methuselah Court.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Luka is a man ruled almost completely and totally by ᴩᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. His heart influences his mind in all matters and so he often acts ꜱᴇʟꜰɪꜱʜʟy rather than thinking about others’. Emotions sway him easily and because of their impact, he has become ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏᴜꜱ with age. It is not that he doesn’t care about what others’ want, but he is so ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ with his own desires that he tends to forget about people other than himself. Because of this, he is very ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ-ᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ in chasing after what he wants and can be utterly ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ when trying to get what he wants. As of late, he has become more and more ᴩᴏᴡᴇʀ-ʜᴜɴɢʀy as he attempts to further his goals for the vampire race.

Despite having a bad reputation for being an ambitious dick in the vampire community, Luka has his own charms. Most seem to think at a glance that he’s of the charismatic sort, the way he leans in close when speaking of some importance and the suave way he handles everything. Wrong – he’s a ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ᴅᴏʀᴋ. When he needs to persuade someone the most, he tends to stutter because his mouth can’t keep up with his feelings. Though he seems graceful at times, the moment he notices attention on him he trips up. And, well, he ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ to be that suave vampire everyone expects him to be. He attempts to embody everything people say he is, but in the end his ꜰʟɪʀᴛy comments are puns and he tends to laugh too hard at body gags and Will Ferrell movies.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Luka was born in sixteenth century Russia as Yaromir Volkov. The Volkov family was noble in nature and vastly influential. Yaromir was the older brother of Yelena; they were close as children, not inseparable but close. Rarely fighting, the siblings got along well and were very involved in each other’s life. Belonging to an influential noble family, Yaromir and Yelena were exposed to Russian politics from a young age. While Yelena was embroiled in it, Yaromir ignored it in favor of playing with the young noble son of the Ivanov family. Matter of fact, Yaromir was very close to Nikola Ivanov, the heir of a very prominent noble family. They were childhood friends that studied together, played together, and ran away from responsibilities together. When they were seventeen, instead of laying with his wife, Nikola took to Yaromir’s bed in secret. The two had to keep their love affair secret lest terrible punishments await them for participating in homosexuality.

Things became complicated when his father had Nikola take Yelena as his third wife. His first two wives were sent away since Nikola refused to give them children; however, no matter how much Yaromir wanted Nikola to himself, he couldn’t allow Yelena to be disgraced like the others. Matters became worse when Yelena discovered their love affair and reacted terribly – the siblings fought for months. In her anger, Yelena told Nikola's father in hopes of him putting a stop to it. His father beat her into silence as he did not want the Ivanov family name to be ruined. Yaromir was enraged and, to stop him from confronting his father, Nikola went in Yaromir’s stead to challenge his father. Nikola and his father fought, and in the heat of the fight, his father struck Nikola. Nikola hit his head on the corner of a stair and died several days later, hand clasped in Yaromir's.

The day after Nikola’s death, Yaromir took Yelena and fled Russia as he refused to be a part of these dumb politics any longer. Taking the opportunity to escape dirtying the Ivanov name, Nikola's father blamed Nikola's death on Yaromir and Yelena which turned them into fugitives. When Yaromir was thirty-three, Yelena was poisoned while they stayed at an inn just inside of Romania. Unable to protect her or save her, Yaromir traveled with his slowly dying sister to a man rumored to be invincible. The Russian noble son pleaded with the Romanian vampire to turn him and then forced the bite onto Yelena to save her. When Yelena awoke, she regarded her brother as a monster and hated what he did to her. She refused to drink blood and eventually starved to death, wasting away as Yaromir could only plead with her to stay alive.

Yaromir traveled and eventually found himself in Britain. He felt he had no purpose, no one to protect anymore, so he threw himself head first into the thing he hated most: politics, vampire ones at that. Almost as a ‘fuck you’ to his sister for leaving him, he made it his mission to protect vampire lives. He resented his sister for choosing to leave him so much, he named a club after her that was wholly accepting of not just LGBT but Other as well. For right now, he’s laying low under the name of Luka Pavlov in Edgetoun as he gathers allies and he plans to eventually become a voting member of The Methuselah Court. His ultimate goal? Vampire supremacy.

In the vampire community, Luka has obtained a rather distasteful repute for his ministrations in trying to pull power among ranks. Using underhanded politics, Luka has framed vampires in higher standing than him to climb ranks – such as the time he killed a human and didn’t bother covering up everything vampire about it, then framing another member for it. He also is known for not holding human life high in regard, or life in general, and has killed in the past indiscriminately. It doesn’t help that his passion tends to lead him to starting fights constantly among his fellow vampires and has gotten so worked up that it escalated into a physical brawl. Secret gathering, blackmailing, framing, tricking…all methods he uses to become a prominent leader in the community.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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• yᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ➞ The LGBT and Other club that Luka owns in the city. It has a very high-end look to it, but Luka makes a point of making it very inclusive so he can attract as many people to the club for gossip purposes. It is rather large and has been listed as a great hot spot multiple times. Most nights, Luka lounges around here to make sure everything is running smoothly and to eavesdrop on others. Luka tends to lord over people here, making a point to walk around like he owns the place because, well, he does.
• ᴇᴅɢᴇᴛᴏᴜɴ ᴍᴜꜱᴇᴜᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀᴛ ➞ Luka has always been fond of art and is an artist himself. In his free time, he likes to look over all of the artwork as it gives him peace of mind. And, well, if he's lingering a little bit too long around some of his old paintings under his past alias "Grigore Ivanov" then nobody has to know.
• ᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴩᴀᴅᴇꜱ ➞ It would be pretty narcissistic if Luka spent all his time only at his own club. When he wants to be less noticeable to get information, Luka goes here. Sometimes he comes here to socialize, too, but rarely. Luka doesn't socialize without a purpose afterall.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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Leaving this empty to see if anyone wants to be Luka's sire first.

me im super excited

For Queen and Country

INDIGO

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𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘
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Indigo Bray. _{{Yael Bitton.}}

𝗔𝗚𝗘
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Twenty-six.

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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• Indigo has a stilted British accent {it is not natural, but rather covers her Israeli accent}.
• Her most expressive features are her eyes - the nearly black color glisten distinctly when sad, scrunch when happy, and sparkle when curious.
• Indigo is tall, standing around 5'10", and is quite happy with her height.
• Indigo's person is pretty bare in look: soft armhole tank shirts, jeans of various rips, and her only pair of tennis shoes paired with light foundation and some eyeliner and mascara.
• Most of the time, speckles of glitter can be seen around the edges of her hair from her worknights and it seems very out of place on her.

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Occult shop owner by day and stripper by night.

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
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Ex-Brythonic. Indigo joined the Brythonic Coven shortly after arriving in England as a way to connect to her fellow witches. However, her dislike for authority and differing ideals led her to leave the coven and continue on without a coven.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Indigo wishes she was a ghost. A floating spirit with virtually nothing to do except move on? Yes, please. She would make a fine ghost, too, with her ʟᴀɪᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ and ᴜɴᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ personality. This witch would rather waste her time losing herself in the fun of a ʜᴇᴅᴏɴɪꜱᴛɪᴄ lifestyle – drugs, dancing, sex. Also, though not a traditional addition to that scene, Indigo would like to bury herself in studies for the sake of satisfying her ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ nature rather than for the “greater good” or for some holier-than-thou grander scheme. In this regard, she likes to think of herself as ꜰʀᴇᴇᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ and maybe that’s why she clashes so much with authority figures – always trying to tell her how to think. Overall, Indigo is completely unmotivated to do anything other than live a fast pace life with dusty books and slick dancing poles.

When it comes to interacting with others (or Other), Indigo still wishes she was a ghost. On the surface, she’s ᴩʟᴀyꜰᴜʟ and ꜱʟy with small jokes and offhanded flirtations to her conversation partners. Beneath, though, she is ᴅɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ and tends to redirect attention away from her with shallow pleasantries and a false-sense of camaraderie. It is not because she doesn’t like people – it’s because she’s a damn filthy ʟɪᴀʀ and she’d rather add to her deceit than for her deep secrets be sniffed out. Sure, she’s ʟᴏɴᴇʟy at times, but it’s better than the alternative of being discovered by her mother.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Indigo Bray is not who she says she is. Her real name is Yael Bitton and she was born in Israel to the matriarch of a prestigious and pretentious coven. Her mother was a cold woman who sternly groomed her daughter to become the next matriarch. Any original thought that Yael had was firmly clamped down on by Bashala Bitton until the only thing left in her head was how her mother thought. At the time, Yael thought it was what she wanted – to study until her fingers bled, learn politics like the back of her hand, take over the coven, become a master in necromancy like her mother was.

Except, Yael could do without the frustration of being a failure: she found the strictly outlined material boring and couldn’t, for the life of her, sit still; her burgeoning thoughts burst forth into conversation and passions grew in her heart; the concept of leadership escaped her grasp when all she knew was how to follow her mother; worst of all, Yael’s proficiencies lied in divination, a passive magic study that infuriated her mother.

The breaking point of their unbalanced and toxic relationship is when Bashala decided the only way to stop Yael’s liberal ideals was to slap it out of her. Yael was sixteen at the time, and her mother only hit her once, but even once was a step too far for Yael. She thought she wanted this, to become like her mother, yet all she felt was built up resentment. Packing her bags in the middle of the night, Yael escaped to England.

The lies started when she found herself on their doorstep, the Brythonic Coven. She had heard through the chatty witch grapevine about the charitable Brythonic Coven who took people in, no matter who. She sought them for a safe place to stay and – the beginning lie – introduced herself as Sarah Button. They brought her in and she studied with the Brythonic Coven for a few years, learning more of her divination gift and giving up on her necromancy dreams. However, she didn’t enjoy her time with the Brythonic: she considered their teaching perimeters stifling while her curiosity wanted to push to the edge of knowledge. She researched to limits and disregarded the so-called “balance” of life despite what the Brythonic wanted of her.

It was when the-now Sarah was nineteen that she left the coven. For a week, she was homeless with nowhere to go, until she nabbed a job at a vampire-owned strip club and began stripping under the alias “Indigo.” Having cut everyone from Brythonic out of her life, she changed her name once more in case her mother got her hands-on information about “Sarah Button.” Instead, adopting her stripper name as her full-time name, she became Indigo Bray with a tacked on stiff British accent. It was around the age of twenty-four that she managed enough money to open her own occult shop that provided her with space and energy to further her witch studies. Indigo continued to strip though, partly because she still needed the money and partly because she liked it.

Somewhere along her journey, her lies built up to hide the beginning ones, and the once passionate youth became a jaded soul engulfed in complacency.

𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗦
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• ʙʟᴜᴇ ʜᴀᴢᴇ ➞ Indigo's owned shop where she sells various occult items to humans and Other alike. It's rundown, with the neon sign blinking only "B U HA E" and is nestled onto a street dedicated to nightlife. The store is often used as a supplier for the Other in all their mystical item needs, legal and otherwise.
• ᴋɪᴛᴛy ᴋᴏʀɴᴇʀ ➞ The vampire-owned strip club that Indigo works at. She spends most nights dancing there under her alias "Indigo" that she has since adopted as her name.
• ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀyᴩᴛ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ➞ Being a caffeine-addict, the Crypt Cafe across from the graveyard seems like the best place for Indigo to grab her morning, lunch, and dinner coffee. Not only does she get her coffee, she also gets to socialize with more of the Other outside of business transactions. The peaceful cafe also gives her a break from the fast pace of her life.

𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
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{Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ} Pᴇɴɴʙʀᴏᴏᴋᴇ Uɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ

finally. fucking finally. ive been so burnt out from essays that getting this post done was a nightmare and its also kind of terrible since i wrote it in the wee hours of the morning heheh.

anyways, i left it purposefully open-ended so people could interact or if the timeskip post came too soon then i could just be like "weLP ISAIAH ESCAPED IN HIS OLD LADY CAR FOILED AGAIN"

{Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ} Pᴇɴɴʙʀᴏᴏᴋᴇ Uɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ

Location: ► Phi Kappa Delta ► Parking Lot◄
Interacting With: ► mentions Coach Cee Lo Green @HalfOfLancelot, interacting with anyone still present at the fraternity ◄

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Isaiah stared up at his ceiling for five minutes, sleep fogging his mind to the answer of the burning question running through his thoughts. Why the absolute, God-fearing fuck did he set his alarm? Isaiah couldn’t think of anything important that was happening that day – classes hadn’t started yet, so there were no deadlines he had to worry about. The senior made a point to never agree to outings with friends or whatever they like to think they are to him; that option was out, too. The last category was that it was a ‘Frat Thing’ and, like all things that fall under the category ‘Frat Thing’, it was bound to be unimportant. Not because the Frat did things that were unimportant to them, but because Isaiah found them inconsequential and extraneous. Confusion still present, but curiosity abated, Isaiah drifted back to sleep.

It couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes later – a second in the dream world – when Isaiah’s phone began to ring. This time it wasn’t the irritating Christmas jingle he set as his alarm – nothing annoyed him more in the mornings than Christmas jingles. In the jingle’s place was none other than “Cotton Eyed-Joe,” the song being the bane of his existence.

His eyes opened blearily, his bedroom unfocused to his sleep-glossed eyes. When he turned his head to the sounds of a redneck singing about STDs, brightness invaded his retinas like fucking warlords racing across fields with pointy sticks (spears, his mind supplied). Flashing across the screen was the contact name “Bootleg Bill” and Isaiah sighed, any chance of going back to sleep escaping in that one breath.

“Who the fuck calls anymore?” Isaiah slurred into the phone as he heard the heavy panting of his alcohol supplier – er, illegal alcohol supplier. Considering Bootleg Bill was called, that means Isaiah had to refile today’s event under Important and that’s goddamn annoying.

“I do. Now, where the hell do you want me to deliver it, Walcott?” Bootleg Bill asked gruffly. (His real name was Andrew and Isaiah just refuses to have an alcohol supplier named Andrew. Jesus, imagine introducing him to people, “Hey guys, remember that keg I brought that one time that was decidedly not beer? Got it from this dude. His name is Andrew.”)

Isaiah scratched his wrist hard, the sweater he slept in itching and clinging to him with sweat. The burning sensation left behind woke him up enough to answer the illegal distiller. “Uh, just drop it off at the, uh, the thing.”

Fuck, what was going on today?

“Real specific, Walcott. Got an address for the-uh-the-thing?” His supplier coughed roughly, almost like it was around a lung full of smoke and Isaiah could only imagine that he’s on the last of his cigarette pack.

Oh wait, today was the bonfire.

Isaiah cleared his throat in some weird smoker’s lung sympathy, feeling that if he didn’t he might just choke on a nonexistent cigarette burn. “Fuck off, I’ll text it to you.”

Isaiah hung up before Bootleg Bill could respond, tapping in the beach address to the thirty-five-year-old fucker. This goddamn moonshine better be damn worth it.

With that squared away, Isaiah went through the daily routine. Even though he was late, there was no point in rushing him. Isaiah would take as much time as he needed and if his alcohol supplier had to wait a little for him, that doesn’t exactly seem like his problem.

His routine was quick anyways. He never did care much for superfluous fashion and so some basic jeans and t-shirt was really all that was required of him. Isaiah peeked into the mirror hanging in his room and lazily ran his fingers through his hair, deciding that it looked okay enough to leave the house with and the mussy look could simply be chalked up to deliberate bedhead.

From outside, he could hear laughter and loud talking of those people, i. e. his frat brothers. He preferred to call them those people in his mind, it gave him some reprieve from acknowledging the fact that he was one of those frat bros.

Peeking through the window blinds that he always kept shut, Isaiah pulled a black sweater over his head as he dispassionately studied them all. A couple of them were standing around a car and talking about, probably, cars. From the second floor, he could see the frat president Cougar? Couch? Cooch? (Coach, his traitorous mind supplied and he shoved the name to the back recess of his mind). The dumbass was loftily holding a megaphone and Isaiah could already feel the headache coming on. The car some of them congregated around sped away and Isaiah couldn’t really say whose car it was or who was in it. Then again, Isaiah doesn’t know half the frat brothers’ names so who gives a fuck.

Fuck, if they left does that mean he’s going to be subjected to the administrations of Coach Cujo? Nope, nuh-huh, Isaiah doesn’t fucking wanna. The only way to possibly escape Coach’s Christina Aguilera’s clutches was to walk out, head down, face low, presence invisible.

With that in mind, Isaiah softly padded down the stairs with the most twisted form of fury he could manage to pull onto his face. Hopefully, if he seems irritated enough, the assholes he lived with would leave him be? Isaiah sent a prayer to the fucking Lord when he walked out of the frat house and began to slink off towards his old lady car.