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Coming of Age, teen and family drama RP? Reboot.

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Welcome to Nowhere

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Dark red eyes shot open in a dark room, what little sunlight that snuck in through heavy curtains glinted of a pair of white fangs; Ivan Weston awoke from sleep with a hunger that made his throat burn. He was having the dreams again, the ones that felt like they were pushing him toward madness. He couldn’t call them nightmares because in all honest, he enjoyed them. Dreams that were vivid memories of his past kills, and tonight’s was no different; this memory of an entire family he’d slaughtered while his humanity was turned off, the euphoria gorging on blood used to bring him. It made him wanted to give up control, either through turning that humanity off once again for good, or even just through drinking blood until he didn’t care about anything else. Every time he slept he wake up and have to fight to keep control, to remind himself why he couldn’t just let go.

Ivan rose from the lumpy and stiff mattress inside his room of the Vertigo Motel, his feet felt the uncomfortable tickle of the dark green shag carpet. He didn’t bother to turn on the lights, he could see just fine in the almost darkness and he didn’t have it in him to look at that hideous wallpaper, a cross between a psychedelic trip gone wrong and what it would look like if a rainbow could vomit, in the light of day. As unappealing as the Vertigo was aesthetically it was cheap and the owners were decent people who didn’t bother him too much. Ivan grabbed the one glass in the room as well as a bottle of whiskey from the end table and a bag of human blood from the mini fridge. He poured himself a drink that was two parts whiskey and one part blood and allowed the mixture to quench his thirst. He drank it slowly, focusing on calming himself down, controlling himself. He headed to the small bathroom within the room and washed his face with cold water, setting his drink down on the sink, and starring at his reflection. He tried to focus, tried to see whatever it was in him that she had seen within him that made him worthy of a second chance. He figured if he tried enough he would eventually see a better man looking back at him in that mirror, but today, just like every day, he saw the man that was just one moment of weakness away from causing a massacre.

Although he had slept for almost two hours, more than enough for a vampire, he was still so tired. His sleep, when he got any and it had been almost a week since he had, was restless. His dreams scared him, and every time he did sleep he either dreamed of his kills or even worse he dreamt that she was still around. For some people the initial loss of a loved one is the most painful thing imaginable, for Ivan there was something worse. There were the nights he dreamt of Amelia, his lost love, still alive and then waking up in that haze after a beautiful dream. Then there was living in those few seconds where he wasn’t sure if the dream was real or not, followed by the realization that it was just a dream. It was losing a person all over again, having hope snatched away, it was his own mind betraying him.

He finished off the remains of his drink, showered, and dressed himself in a dark jacket, black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He made himself another drink, this one a bit more whiskey heavy, before the remaining bagged blood was placed back into the mini fridge. The whiskey helped with the thirst, it helped keep him calm, and it look a lot more alcohol to get a vampire drunk so watering down his blood with booze was Ivan’s current drug of choice. He rinsed the glass off in the bathroom sink and set it back by the nearly empty whiskey bottle by the bed. The room was cluttered with undone laundry, empty bottles, and a small trash can with empty blood bags inside. He needed to buy more whiskey and eventually he would need to do laundry but the latter would likely be put off until absolutely necessary.

Before he left the room, he made sure to hand the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on his door, he knew it was likely driving Mrs. Harrison crazy not being able to clean the room every day but he certainly couldn’t have humans poking around and finding blood bags in the fridge. He never ate with them, he couldn’t really stomach human food, some vampires could but he hadn’t eaten it in centuries and lost any taste for it long ago. He did stop to chat with Mr. Harrison, a man who kept insisting that Ivan call him Jimmy instead, about old western movies. The conversation seemed to please Jimmy who kept commenting on how most kids these days never appreciated the classics. It amused Ivan some to be referred to as a kid by a man who was likely a hundred year his junior. The first thing he did when he got outside was light up a cigarette, it had always brought him that small window of peace, ever since he shared his first cigarette with his father as a mortal boy. It was getting harder to find them unfiltered, vampires certainly weren’t worried about getting cancer, so he rolled his own now. He found it incredibly annoying that he couldn’t smoke indoors anymore, people these days were too sensitive.

Ivan had spent the past few days acclimating himself to the city of Erehwon, or Nowhere as supernaturals tended to call it. Nowhere was a fitting name; it was quaint, people were unnaturally friendly, and worst of all it was boring. For the past century, he’d spent his time in major cities; Chicago, Los Angeles, New York, and Dallas, cities where there was always something exciting going on. The nightlife of this town seemed to consist of a barn called The Shack, he got a job here as it was the closest thing to fun this town had. He hadn’t made up his mind yet, whether or not he was here for a fresh start or to place himself in some sort of purgatory. Today was apparently the Fall Festival, something every person in the town seemed to be excited for, in fact he was pretty sure there was more talk about the night’s festivities than there was about the series of murders happening around the town.

The murders sounded like vampire attacks, so at first he thought of it as something to avoid. Being around other vampires brought out the more animalistic side of Ivan, he was too easily influenced by others, something he was well aware of, so staying away from any vampires actively killing around town was a must. Not to mention with it being so obviously supernatural, hunters would flock to the town to investigate and he didn’t feel like crossing paths with hunters either. Stay out of trouble, try and keep hold of his humanity, and learn to live like a person; that was the plan. On the other hand, if it was vampire’s maybe he could see if he could help stop them, find something useful to do with his time, maybe this was the right kind of trouble. If they could put a stop to this before any hunters came to town that would certainly be in his best interest, and stopping a murderous vampire would be easy on his heavy conscious as well.

Shortly after Amelia had died he’d tried to channel his grief and anger into hunting down his sire, Marius, the vampire who had turned him almost a hundred and sixty years ago. He spent months looking for the ancient vampire, he’d convinced himself that he’d find some kind of closer through an epic quest for vengeance, he’d clearly watched too many modern action films, only to find the vampire had been slain over a century ago. Back when he was busy tearing through every neck he could sink his teeth into some Guardians had taken the old psycho out. It made sense of course, Marius was vicious with no regard for other supernatural or whether or not he was risking exposure, turning as many and as often as he wanted, not covering his tracks. It had been foolish to think that he’d still be out there somewhere, and even stupid to believe that killing one vampire would solve his problems. There was no cinematic arch of redemption through vengeance for him, only the mundane every day struggle of trying to better than he was, all while knowing there would be no absolution for the things he’d done, he’d have to deal with his past by learning from it and by doing better.

Later that night he had a shift at The Shack during the costume party but he figured he’d check out the fall festival before that, try and enjoy himself a little bit, it was the human thing to do after all but before all that he thought he might poke around the police station, see if there was anything he could do to help. He wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to convince a mundane police department that he could potentially be helpful in tracking down the person responsible for multiple homicides, but since planning was never his strong suite he was just going to wing it and see what happened.

Upon arrival at the police station he wondered around the front for a bit the way a customer would wander a store. “Can I help you?” A slightly confused man at the front desk asked. Ivan paused for a bit before responding, he couldn’t exactly go with ‘Hi I’m a 158-year-old vampire looking to help you track down whatever supernatural, and probably more specifically vampire, you have murdering campers and folks just outside town’.

Instead he went with, “Yes, I was just wondering how the investigation was going, any leads on the Roxbury murders or those missing campers?”

“Are you with the Report because we already gave you our statement.” The guy responded, thinking Ivan was with the town newspaper.

“No, more of an independent investigation.”

“Like a blog or podcast, you’re not one of those true crime nuts, are you?” He asked annoyed.

I don’t think so.

“You wanna tell me why you’re here then?”

"I think I can help you with solve the case," Ivan paused, trying to think of a reason why he’d be able to help. "Because I’m psychic, I was thinking I could get a vision from any evidence you might have or…” Ivan went to plot of a tv show he’d seen once but was cut off by the man’s exasperated sigh. The guy behind the desk did not seem to be buying it one bit.

Welcome to Nowhere

Ivan Weston

Appearance


Full Name: John Ivan Weston

Nicknames/Alias/AKA: Ivan

Age(Turned): 26
Age(Actual): 158

Gender: Male

DOB: 11/13/1860

Occupation: Security/Bartender at The Shack

Race: Vampire

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Green

Height and Build: 5’10, Lean and athletic


Other Appearance: Although he may not look too imposing he somehow manages to give off a very predatory vibe even when he’s not trying. His eyes, unless feeding, are a dull and dark green, his smile rarely seen and too toothy for most when it is. His skin is fairly pale, he doesn’t do a lot of tanning even with his ring, which protects him from the sun. His most noticeable feature is the scar on the right side of his face stretching from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, and old battle wound from the vampire that sired him. He has a naturally woodys smell, like sandlewood and cedar, usually with a hint of whiskey as well.

History: Ivan’s father, Thomas Weston, was a cousin to the Wellesley’s, born into the American sect of the clan of hunters. As a young lad, his father sailed to China to train with members of the Hao family, and while their he became close with members of the Korikov family as well. His father found himself drawn to the more extreme philosophies of hunting that he learned from the Korikov’s, mainly from an Ivan Korikov with whom he quickly became close friends and then brother’s in law when he married the man’s sister. Thomas and Ivan were hunting buddies, together they had trained with a master from the Hao family, hunted supernaturals throughout Europe before Thomas returned to America with his new bride, Ana, Ivan’s sister. Upon returning to America Thomas brought with him all he had learned from Ivan, a more brutal and ruthless way of hunting than what he learned from the Wellesley’s along with discipline and knowledge from the Hao hunters. Thomas quickly left New York, his ways were seemingly too intense for the Wellesley’s there, and headed west looking to establish his family name, amongst the great hunter families, in wild frontier of the new world.

Thomas and his wife Ana settled in a town in Texas where they began raising their two boys, first Samuel and then John, who went by his middle name, Ivan. Thomas trained the boys almost as soon as they could walk, he was as tough as his own father and the Hao masters had been on him. He needed his boys to be strong enough to carry on the family legacy. When their father deemed them old enough, Sam at fourteen, and Ivan at twelve, he began to take them hunting, short trips for weaker creatures and gradually upping the difficulty. In the meantime, his mother had given birth to another sibling, a baby sister named Rebecca. His mother and sister would stay home while his father would take the boys hunting slowly letting them have more and more control over planning and tracking their kills. They began moving from town to town hunting and tracking anything inhuman, and in the wild and lawless west there was never a shortage of supernatural creatures running around.

Things were going fairly well for the Weston family, they were making a small name for themselves, people were starting to come to them for help, they were starting to train Rebecca in the ways of the hunter and his brother had found himself a wife and had a son of his own. It was when a young deputy came to his father asking for help that their fate took a turn for the worst. The man’s town was plagued by an ancient vampire that had taken up residence near there. He left, along with his father and brother to try and track down the vampire. While they found it easy to track and kill the few vampires within the town, the root of the problem, the ancient vampire, remained elusive. In addition to the many fresh vampires they also managed to kill the main vampire’s mate but by the time they had located his lair the vampire was gone.

With no more clues to the ancient vampire’s whereabouts the men returned home. A feeling a of dread was felt by all three men as they approached the house, even the horses were spooked and would only get so close before refusing to continue. The smell hit them before they even opened the door; hot metallic blood and rotten flesh. Inside he found his mother along with his brother’s wife and young son, lifeless and with their throats ripped out. Even worse they found their sister, barely fourteen, had been turned into a vampire for the sole purpose of giving them a message from the vampire they had hunted. “Marius sends his regards.” The thing that wore his sisters face spoke. “You took his family, now he takes yours.” The monster showed her fangs and lunged towards them, the brothers were to shocked to move but their father grabbed the vampire and dragged her, kicking and shrieking, outside into the light of day, tied her to a tree and left her to burn.

After the funerals, Thomas lost himself in drink, while his sons focused all their time and energy on vengeance. Sam and Ivan tortured and killed any creature they could find until they found their way to a vampire called Marius. Sam wanted to wait, develop a real plan but Ivan had never been a patient man. He would go with or without his brother and Sam would not abandon his brother. In Ivan’s opinion Sam was the much better hunter; he was smarter, studied harder, was more cautious while Ivan was impulsive, always rushing into danger. So many times, his brother had saved his hide in battle, and ultimately both brothers impetuously believed themselves, when side by side, undefeatable. The vampire Marius was so much stronger than they planned on, he had more vampire children and they had so foolishly thought they got them all in their previous hunt.

Ultimately, everything went wrong that day, and surrounded on all sides with debilitating injuries Sam chose to do as he had been taught and took his own life rather than be captured by their enemy. Ivan, with his dagger to his own throat knew what he was supposed to do but he couldn’t find the will. He begged to live and in his own sick way Marius honored his request. In a final act of vengeance against the hunter that killed his mate, Marius turned that man’s son into the very thing he hated most. Then, Marius left and lost, hungry and confused a freshly turned Ivan wandered into the night in search of his father.

Ivan was barely able to maintain control when he stumbled into the tavern to see his father, and with one look Thomas knew what his son had become. In that moment, everything Thomas had worked for died, his heirs gone and his legacy destroyed all he could hope to do if ensure that his name would not be tied to a monster. He drew his pistol to shot his son with a hemlock bullet, but Ivan was faster now, he moved just in time and the bullet struck a bystander. The blood from the man’s wound triggered his hunger and drained every man in that tavern starting with his own father, tearing throats out with his bare fangs. In that moment, he had truly lost everything; not only his family but his humanity. Becoming the very monster, what hated most in the world, was too much for him, the guilt of being responsible for his brother’s death, for having fed on his own father on top of everything he lost already, his switch flipped and his humanity was off.



An unburdened Ivan roamed the savage west, joining various gangs of gunslingers and bandits, indulging his every whim, and remaining almost constantly drunk on blood just to ensure his humanity would stay even further from his reach. He became more animal than man, isolating himself from that could connect him, and gleefully hunting other hunters and supernatural creatures indescribably, for the thrill of the hunt as well as to sample new flavors. He went from gunslinger, to bootlegger, to gangster; adapting well with the times but sticking with a life of crime and leaving various bodies along the way. Eventually he found his way to Dragon’s Blood, a drug that was completely irresistible to him. He got the point where he was taking it daily, a DB junkie, until one night he became completely lost in the most vivid hallucinations. Visions of his parents and their utter disgust and disappointment in what he had become. His brother blaming him for his death, for ruining the family name, and for being a coward. Finally, his baby sister crying, screaming, and burning tied the tree. The amount of DB he had taken was more than even he could handle, he spent two days in the worst trip he could imagine only to come out of it with his humanity switched back on.

Centuries of torture and murder that he had afflicted on people came back to him all at once. Every single awful thing he did starting with murdering his own father and the decades of showing no control made it nearly impossible for him to feed without killing. He knew that even with his humanity back he couldn’t be good again, he was still a vampire, a monster, after all. He tried not to feed, eating rats and other animals he could catch in a desperate attempt to fend off hunger but eventually the thirst would win, he would try to feed from a human only to kill them in the process. He was lost and hopeless, caught in a cycle of starvation, weakness, bingeing, and killing until one night he stopped from making a kill by novice Guardian and powerful witch named Amelia. Although Ivan begged her to do her job and end him she saw something in him worth saving and save him she did.

Amelia used her connections to find him a proper vampire mentor, to teach him control and how to get blood bags rather than feeding off a mundane. She brought him back from his downward spiral and for the first time he felt like he didn’t have to be a monster. She became his closest friend in a long time, his confidant, and then, eventually, his lover. For the first time in almost a century he felt like a person, he was able to control himself around people and he started to make connections to people and other supernatural creatures. She even made him a ring so that he could step out from the shadows and walk in the light. He spent ten good years with her, slowly relearning how to be in the modern world, regaining his sanity and humanity, coping with everything he had been through and all he had done. A guardian’s career is a dangerous one, and five years ago, she died in the line of duty.

Ivan clung desperately to stay the man he’d become, a better man, fighting to maintain control, making the impossible choice every day not to flip that switch when all he wanted was to feel numb again. He woke up every day to a world without her in it and tried to do right by her. He tried to be the man she saw as worthy of saving all those years ago, someone who Amelia and the rest of his long-gone family could be proud of but so far, he’s only managed to keep himself from becoming a complete monster. He still sees himself as a coward; he fears becoming close to people, making attachments because of how much loss can hurt. Although he’s been able to refrain from killing he still drinks far too much blood, mostly from blood bags, to dull the pain, and he’s dabbled with dragon’s blood again. Instead of putting down roots and trying again he wanders listlessly from place to place, recently finding a town called Nowhere. What better place for a man who has nothing and who is no one than nowhere.

He knows he’s slipping and he needs to try hard, to find something that can give his impossibly long life meaning but he’s never be able to find the clarity he had when he was a hunter. Back then he felt like a hero, keeping the darkness at bay for the rest of the world. More recently, when he job allowed it, he had helped Amelia in her Guardian duties, feeling a small sense of purpose helping people once again. Hunting, fighting, killing; these were the only things he’d ever been good at but as a vampire he cannot be a hunter, and as a lawless killer he cannot be a Guardian. So, Ivan plans to find himself in Nowhere, searching for something he’s good at, something he can enjoy and find peace in. Keeping busy and trying to stay connected to the world, Ivan is easing himself in slowly, working security and occasionally bartending at the shack.



Family/Relationships:
Thomas Weston/Father (Deceased)
Ana Korikov/Mother (Deceased)
Samuel Weston/Brother (Deceased)
Rebecca Weston/Sister (Deceased)
Andrew Weston/Nephew (Deceased)
Marius/Sire (Deceased)
Amelia/Guardian/Lover(Deceased)

Other/Extra: To add to his list of unhealthy copping mechanisms he's taken to using whiskey to quell his thirst, if he can't be blood drunk might as well be regular drunk right? He can't stand the whole maudlin broody vampire troupe so he tends to save that for when he's alone, instead he prefers to deal with his issues as he was raised to, by shoving them down until they explode, and with dark humor.

Welcome to Nowhere

Ivan Weston

Appearance


Full Name: John Ivan Weston

Nicknames/Alias/AKA: Ivan

Age(Turned): 26
Age(Actual): 158

Gender: Male

DOB: 11/13/1860

Occupation: Security/Bartender at The Shack

Race: Vampire

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Green

Height and Build: 5’10, Lean and athletic


Other Appearance: Although he may not look too imposing he somehow manages to give off a very predatory vibe even when he’s not trying. His eyes, unless feeding, are a dull and dark green, his smile rarely seen and too toothy for most when it is. His skin is fairly pale, he doesn’t do a lot of tanning even with his ring, which protects him from the sun. His most noticeable feature is the scar on the right side of his face stretching from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, and old battle wound from the vampire that sired him. He has a naturally woodys smell, like sandlewood and cedar, usually with a hint of whiskey as well.

History: Ivan’s father, Thomas Weston, was a cousin to the Wellesley’s, born into the American sect of the clan of hunters. As a young lad, his father sailed to China to train with members of the Hao family, and while their he became close with members of the Korikov family as well. His father found himself drawn to the more extreme philosophies of hunting that he learned from the Korikov’s, mainly from an Ivan Korikov with whom he quickly became close friends and then brother’s in law when he married the man’s sister. Thomas and Ivan were hunting buddies, together they had trained with a master from the Hao family, hunted supernaturals throughout Europe before Thomas returned to America with his new bride, Ana, Ivan’s sister. Upon returning to America Thomas brought with him all he had learned from Ivan, a more brutal and ruthless way of hunting than what he learned from the Wellesley’s along with discipline and knowledge from the Hao hunters. Thomas quickly left New York, his ways were seemingly too intense for the Wellesley’s there, and headed west looking to establish his family name, amongst the great hunter families, in wild frontier of the new world.

Thomas and his wife Ana settled in a town in Texas where they began raising their two boys, first Samuel and then John, who went by his middle name, Ivan. Thomas trained the boys almost as soon as they could walk, he was as tough as his own father and the Hao masters had been on him. He needed his boys to be strong enough to carry on the family legacy. When their father deemed them old enough, Sam at fourteen, and Ivan at twelve, he began to take them hunting, short trips for weaker creatures and gradually upping the difficulty. In the meantime, his mother had given birth to another sibling, a baby sister named Rebecca. His mother and sister would stay home while his father would take the boys hunting slowly letting them have more and more control over planning and tracking their kills. They began moving from town to town hunting and tracking anything inhuman, and in the wild and lawless west there was never a shortage of supernatural creatures running around.

Things were going fairly well for the Weston family, they were making a small name for themselves, people were starting to come to them for help, they were starting to train Rebecca in the ways of the hunter and his brother had found himself a wife and had a son of his own. It was when a young deputy came to his father asking for help that their fate took a turn for the worst. The man’s town was plagued by an ancient vampire that had taken up residence near there. He left, along with his father and brother to try and track down the vampire. While they found it easy to track and kill the few vampires within the town, the root of the problem, the ancient vampire, remained elusive. In addition to the many fresh vampires they also managed to kill the main vampire’s mate but by the time they had located his lair the vampire was gone.

With no more clues to the ancient vampire’s whereabouts the men returned home. A feeling a of dread was felt by all three men as they approached the house, even the horses were spooked and would only get so close before refusing to continue. The smell hit them before they even opened the door; hot metallic blood and rotten flesh. Inside he found his mother along with his brother’s wife and young son, lifeless and with their throats ripped out. Even worse they found their sister, barely fourteen, had been turned into a vampire for the sole purpose of giving them a message from the vampire they had hunted. “Marius sends his regards.” The thing that wore his sisters face spoke. “You took his family, now he takes yours.” The monster showed her fangs and lunged towards them, the brothers were to shocked to move but their father grabbed the vampire and dragged her, kicking and shrieking, outside into the light of day, tied her to a tree and left her to burn.

After the funerals, Thomas lost himself in drink, while his sons focused all their time and energy on vengeance. Sam and Ivan tortured and killed any creature they could find until they found their way to a vampire called Marius. Sam wanted to wait, develop a real plan but Ivan had never been a patient man. He would go with or without his brother and Sam would not abandon his brother. In Ivan’s opinion Sam was the much better hunter; he was smarter, studied harder, was more cautious while Ivan was impulsive, always rushing into danger. So many times, his brother had saved his hide in battle, and ultimately both brothers impetuously believed themselves, when side by side, undefeatable. The vampire Marius was so much stronger than they planned on, he had more vampire children and they had so foolishly thought they got them all in their previous hunt.

Ultimately, everything went wrong that day, and surrounded on all sides with debilitating injuries Sam chose to do as he had been taught and took his own life rather than be captured by their enemy. Ivan, with his dagger to his own throat knew what he was supposed to do but he couldn’t find the will. He begged to live and in his own sick way Marius honored his request. In a final act of vengeance against the hunter that killed his mate, Marius turned that man’s son into the very thing he hated most. Then, Marius left and lost, hungry and confused a freshly turned Ivan wandered into the night in search of his father.

Ivan was barely able to maintain control when he stumbled into the tavern to see his father, and with one look Thomas knew what his son had become. In that moment, everything Thomas had worked for died, his heirs gone and his legacy destroyed all he could hope to do if ensure that his name would not be tied to a monster. He drew his pistol to shot his son with a hemlock bullet, but Ivan was faster now, he moved just in time and the bullet struck a bystander. The blood from the man’s wound triggered his hunger and drained every man in that tavern starting with his own father, tearing throats out with his bare fangs. In that moment, he had truly lost everything; not only his family but his humanity. Becoming the very monster, what hated most in the world, was too much for him, the guilt of being responsible for his brother’s death, for having fed on his own father on top of everything he lost already, his switch flipped and his humanity was off.



An unburdened Ivan roamed the savage west, joining various gangs of gunslingers and bandits, indulging his every whim, and remaining almost constantly drunk on blood just to ensure his humanity would stay even further from his reach. He became more animal than man, isolating himself from that could connect him, and gleefully hunting other hunters and supernatural creatures indescribably, for the thrill of the hunt as well as to sample new flavors. He went from gunslinger, to bootlegger, to gangster; adapting well with the times but sticking with a life of crime and leaving various bodies along the way. Eventually he found his way to Dragon’s Blood, a drug that was completely irresistible to him. He got the point where he was taking it daily, a DB junkie, until one night he became completely lost in the most vivid hallucinations. Visions of his parents and their utter disgust and disappointment in what he had become. His brother blaming him for his death, for ruining the family name, and for being a coward. Finally, his baby sister crying, screaming, and burning tied the tree. The amount of DB he had taken was more than even he could handle, he spent two days in the worst trip he could imagine only to come out of it with his humanity switched back on.

Centuries of torture and murder that he had afflicted on people came back to him all at once. Every single awful thing he did starting with murdering his own father and the decades of showing no control made it nearly impossible for him to feed without killing. He knew that even with his humanity back he couldn’t be good again, he was still a vampire, a monster, after all. He tried not to feed, eating rats and other animals he could catch in a desperate attempt to fend off hunger but eventually the thirst would win, he would try to feed from a human only to kill them in the process. He was lost and hopeless, caught in a cycle of starvation, weakness, bingeing, and killing until one night he stopped from making a kill by novice Guardian and powerful witch named Amelia. Although Ivan begged her to do her job and end him she saw something in him worth saving and save him she did.

Amelia used her connections to find him a proper vampire mentor, to teach him control and how to get blood bags rather than feeding off a mundane. She brought him back from his downward spiral and for the first time he felt like he didn’t have to be a monster. She became his closest friend in a long time, his confidant, and then, eventually, his lover. For the first time in almost a century he felt like a person, he was able to control himself around people and he started to make connections to people and other supernatural creatures. She even made him a ring so that he could step out from the shadows and walk in the light. He spent ten good years with her, slowly relearning how to be in the modern world, regaining his sanity and humanity, coping with everything he had been through and all he had done. A guardian’s career is a dangerous one, and five years ago, she died in the line of duty.

Ivan clung desperately to stay the man he’d become, a better man, fighting to maintain control, making the impossible choice every day not to flip that switch when all he wanted was to feel numb again. He woke up every day to a world without her in it and tried to do right by her. He tried to be the man she saw as worthy of saving all those years ago, someone who Amelia and the rest of his long-gone family could be proud of but so far, he’s only managed to keep himself from becoming a complete monster. He still sees himself as a coward; he fears becoming close to people, making attachments because of how much loss can hurt. Although he’s been able to refrain from killing he still drinks far too much blood, mostly from blood bags, to dull the pain, and he’s dabbled with dragon’s blood again. Instead of putting down roots and trying again he wanders listlessly from place to place, recently finding a town called Nowhere. What better place for a man who has nothing and who is no one than nowhere.

He knows he’s slipping and he needs to try hard, to find something that can give his impossibly long life meaning but he’s never be able to find the clarity he had when he was a hunter. Back then he felt like a hero, keeping the darkness at bay for the rest of the world. More recently, when he job allowed it, he had helped Amelia in her Guardian duties, feeling a small sense of purpose helping people once again. Hunting, fighting, killing; these were the only things he’d ever been good at but as a vampire he cannot be a hunter, and as a lawless killer he cannot be a Guardian. So, Ivan plans to find himself in Nowhere, searching for something he’s good at, something he can enjoy and find peace in. Keeping busy and trying to stay connected to the world, Ivan is easing himself in slowly, working security and occasionally bartending at the shack.



Family/Relationships:
Thomas Weston/Father (Deceased)
Ana Korikov/Mother (Deceased)
Samuel Weston/Brother (Deceased)
Rebecca Weston/Sister (Deceased)
Andrew Weston/Nephew (Deceased)
Marius/Sire (Deceased)
Amelia/Guardian/Lover(Deceased)

Other/Extra: To add to his list of unhealthy copping mechanisms he's taken to using whiskey to quell his thirst, if he can't be blood drunk might as well be regular drunk right? He can't stand the whole maudlin broody vampire troupe so he tends to save that for when he's alone, instead he prefers to deal with his issues as he was raised to, by shoving them down until they explode, and with dark humor.

The Unfortunate Thirteen

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It was clear to Eleven that he and Three were not on the same page when it came to how to handle the situation, but that had to be expected when improvising plans as they went along. He had wanted to get the other men out of the room before anything went down, to avoid, well exactly what happened when Three began tying the men up by the pipe. One of them still had a gun, and this genius decided he was going to start shooting at them. A bullet flew by him, another flew by Three, but before he could react another bullet found its target, hitting Seven who fell to the ground. Now Eleven had to give it to Jakob who reacted immediately, shooting his own man in the arm and disarming him of the small pistol. Of course, if you were in a group of people who could generally care less whether you lived, protecting the only person arguing for your life was the only logical move.

Eleven wasn’t sure if he’d ever taken a man’s life before, he wasn’t entirely sure how it might weigh on his soul but as he took quick and precise strides towards the man who had just fired shots there was no question in his mind about what he was going to do. The man held his wounded arm and the gun lay on the ground nearby. The man reached for the gun as Eleven approached but this time Eleven reacted quickly, he snatched the gun before the man and fired a shot intending to hit the man in the knee cap, aiming for some pain, but his shot missed. Eleven was no marksmen when it came firearms but as he closed the distance between him and the wounded man he ensured his second shot would not miss. He raised his firearm to the man’s head and pulled the trigger without a second thought. The force of the shot caused quite the gory spatter as the man’s head basically exploded.

“I repeat we are pissed off and trigger happy. Anyone else want a test me on this? The next one who steps out of line will get a far less merciful death than this sad sack of shit.” Eleven said, keeping a closer eye on the others. Before he grabbed one of the subdued men he glanced back at Seven, Ten was shouting out orders and working on fixing her up. He felt a pang of guilt, not for the murder he had just committed, but for the part he played in getting her shot. He glanced back at the men and grabbed the squirreliest looking one and shoved him towards the door, following Three’s lead.

Once in the hallway Eleven points his gun at the man’s head. “Here’s how this is gonna go, you can tell us everything you know about this whole fucked up operation or we can get that information out of you the hard way. Honestly I’m hoping you choose the hard way.” Eleven said, pausing to allow Three to say or do whatever he had planned.

Welcome To Rawyn - A Supernatural Mystery

@pokemad1 from now on I'm going try and use the phrase 'what the fungus' whenever possible...and working at a vet clinic I should have many opportunities

Welcome To Rawyn - A Supernatural Mystery

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Location: South Rawyn - The Community Center
Interactions: Aiden @pokemad1, Lucy @2plus2isnot5

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A man in a raincoat approached him, Elias didn’t think he recognized him, being that Rawyn was a rather small town and Elias had a knack for remembering faces he was guessing the guy was an out of towner. The man mentioned he seemed calm, asked him about Lucy, and showed him the same note he had found underneath a sleeping cat earlier in the day. Was he calm? He was certainly less worried about the situation when he noted Lucy was behind the note, she seemed like good people, at least that was the vibe he got. Something about the choice to come here felt like the right decision, although he hadn’t wanted to be here, something within his intuition told him he was supposed to be here.

I wouldn’t say I know her, seen her around town. You live in Rawyn long enough you learn the faces. Don’t think I’ve seen you around though. I’m Eli, guess we got the same invite.” He said introducing himself as he looked at the letter the man in the raincoat showed him. “As for being calm, I guess there’s a bit of tranquility in accepting what the universe wants from you. The universe wants me here so I guess I’ll just enjoy some free food and see where it takes me.” He added as Lucy began addressing why they were all here.

The room was full of nervous energy as she spoke, he could feel it, there was desperation in her voice. She had called them here for magic, some kind spell to find the missing girl, Olivia, clearly someone who Lucy was close with, having felt loss before Eli could understand. His experience with practicing magic, the real kind, was very minimal, but he enough to know that eight people would mean serious energy. This was something to be taken lightly, doing a powerful spell with doubt could be dangerous. Getting involved in more weirdness was not what he wanted, not what he thought he’d be doing when he woke up this morning, but it was what was needed of him. Someone’s life was at stake so now was not the time to be selfish, he decided at that moment he was in for whatever was necessary.

”I’ve spent my life doing things people wouldn't normally do so I’m in, whatever you need.

[HIGH CASUAL] Her Majesty's Spirit

@Lionhearted

Amir

{ "Hit hard, keep moving. It's how I fight, how I live, how I survive." }

Compassionate|| Guaranteed || Indignant

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Basic Info

| {Full Name} |

Amir Ali Rafati

| {Titles/Nicknames} |

Amir

| {Date of Birth} |

2/8

| {Age} |

22

| {Gender} |

Male

| {Sexuality} |

Heterosexual

| {Relationship Status} |

Single

| {Nationality} |

Baldori

| {Place of Residence} |

Thelan

| {Face Claim} |

Elliot Knight

| {Dialogue Color} |

OrangeRed

Appearance

"I know vanity is frowned upon by our faith but I will say we Baldori are beautiful bunch."

Standing at 6’1 with a lean, muscled, and athletic build, Amir has spent many years training and conditioning his body for a war that may or may not come. He is man built for agility and speed as much as he is for strength. Amir’s brown skin is often darkened further during the long summer from his time spent in the sun and his hands are rough from years for work. His black hair hangs below his jawline, and his jawline is lined with a strip of facial hair that also frames his mouth. His expressive eyes are a dark brown, generally filled with wonder as he looks out at the world, and shine with a glow when accompanied by his bright smile. He has a couple of scars here and there on his torso from his combat lessons but nothing attached to an interesting story. He favors light clothing that’s fairly loose but not enough to get in the way, dressing similarly the way he did when he lived in the Baldori deserts, although adding more layers when the climate drops below sweltering.

Psychology

"I have, I think, a deep darkness in me, a proclivity towards violence and sin, but I have to believe that my struggle towards the light, to be better, makes me a good man."

| {Hobbies} |

Combat training, Amir puts most of his free time into his training, focusing on swordsmanship, spears, close combat with daggers, throwing knives as well as evasion and defensive maneuvering. Speed, flexibility, and strength training are all incorporated into his daily training.

Travel, born with a strong sense of adventure and wanderlust for the world Amir takes every opportunity to see knew lands, learn about the cultures and people that surround him, and most importantly experience their cuisines.

Learn something new, having always had a curious mind Amir takes every opportunity to learn something new, as a child it was the faith, then Baldori combat training, then the history and cultures of the surrounding lands, and currently he finds himself enthralled with philosophy.

| {Likes} |

Anything new and exciting
Food
Animals, but camel’s especially
Travel
People
Activities that challenge him
Rain

| {Dislikes} |

The cold
Cruelty and indifference
Witchcraft
Stagnation and boredom
Failure and disappointing others
Seeing his people taken advantage of
The faults in his character, his own darker side, giving in to temptations and straying from his faith

| {Fears} |

His greatest fear is the darkness that lies within himself, his faults as a man. Having spent his whole life training for war in a time of peace, for a war that might not come, he finds himself hoping for war even though he knows peace is the right choice, the pious choice. He craves a fight, he wants to be battle tested to earn glory though bloodshed like the heroes of ancient tales. The fact that a part of him hungers for violence scares him, it goes against everything he was taught to believe.

He sees witches as the manifestation of the power of darkness, the truest form of evil on this earth and thus has a healthy dose of fear when it comes to sorcery.

| {Secrets} |

Since leaving the Baldori Dominion he has started to greatly question the beliefs of his people. He has seen how the faith has been used to keep them down, that his people have become selfless to the extent that it causes them great harm. They were given the harshest, barren desert in the kingdom and for that they have been expected to give or sell their women to lecherous men and brothels, for fathers to leave their families and do the hard work for the Thelanians while their own families suffer in their absence. He has seen how spending all of their money on temples for the light while the people suffer with less than they need. There have even been days where he has almost completely lost faith, but the core message of his belief system still holds a place in his heart while many practices no longer do.

| {Personality} |

♦ Kind ♦ Obstante ♦ Valiant ♦ Naive ♦

Amir is driven by his heart; compassion, empathy, and kindness have always been strong virtues to the Baldori and were imparted into him at a young age. He has a love for anything new, people, places, and ideas; he is openminded and quick to embrace anything that makes the world a little more interesting. He looks at most things with awe and wonder and there’s very little that he’s afraid of; a major exception is witchcraft which to him is a pure manifestation of evil and darkness. He naturally puts others before himself, sometimes to his detriment, but some traditions are hard to break. He’s also very honest and authentic, deceit is something that is seen as being beneath the Baldori, and occasionally his candor can be a bit much. He likes anything that challenges him, things that come too easily bore him, and he’s always been diligent and hard working.

Amir trusts easily, he can be overly idealistic and naïve, allowing others to take advantage of his gentle nature. He’s sensitive, feels things deeply, and seeing others suffer, especially his own people causes him great pain. He’s a restless free spirit, he’s never known how to be tranquil or satisfied with being still, Amir has always craved adventure and felt the need to see the world and experience as much as he can. He’s charming, charismatic, and can occasionally come off as cocky but that’s mostly a part he plays, acting more confident than he is with the idea that if he acts confident he will become confident. Other times he can come off as cold and flippant, he likes to keep himself just at arm’s reach from others, making sure he never gets close enough to anyone that it hurts when he loses them.

For the vast majority of his life Amir has trained as a soldier, a warrior, something he takes extremely seriously. To stand with other men fighting for what is right feels like his calling, like this is absolutely what he was meant to do. Witches and Alovia, who aligns itself with witches, symbolize darkness to him, the enemy of the light and to stop them from spreading that darkness is a noble cause in his eyes. A part of him is hoping for war, to be able to use his training to make a difference, to be a real warrior and after all, he has spent nearly his entire life training for combat, is it real so wrong to want to see that to fruition? Amir feels a great deal of confliction on this, but this is what he was destined to be and he wants to use his skills to further the light and he can see no other way doing so, even if doing so goes against his nature and his faith.

Abilities & Talents

"Blood, sweat, and tears-that is how you make a warrior."

Trained in traditional Baldori combat Amir has a fighting style that relies on his speed and agility. Hit fast and keep moving. He’s also young and strong so physicality is another strength of his.

Amir is smart, not in the same way as some soft handed noble but thinks well on his feet, he learns quickly, and keeps a cool head under pressure.

He’s good with animals, especially camels which he grew up around, Amir has a natural gift with most creatures.

Silver tongued, Amir is a charismatic, outgoing people person. He gets along well with most people, he’s charming, authentic, and generous to both strangers and friends.

| {Limitations} |

Although athletic he’s no match to say a Viking in brute strength, he’s strong but many, especially those whose lives revolve around combat training are stronger. He’s also reluctant to cause harm or take a life, he’ll do it if needed, especially against enemies who serve darkness like he believes witches do.

Although smart enough that he could learn from his mistakes, Amir is also incredibly stubborn and able to convince himself that he has no limits. Example would be drinking, Amir is absolutely a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, drinking isn’t really a Baldori approved activity, but he refuses to except this fact. He tends to push his personal limits further than he should rather than give up, which has gotten him a few injuries during combat training.

Unwaveringly idealistic and naïve, Amir’s trusting nature and stubbornness against becoming cynical have made him easy to be taken advantage of by people less principled than he.

Amir has experienced a great deal of loss in his life and he finds it incredibly difficult to deal with, he feels things very deeply, so to protect himself he doesn’t get too close to anyone, and doesn’t stay in the same place long enough to form attachments that are too deep.

Background

"I've lived the life I was destined to by God, and although it was not an easy road it has made me who I am."

Amir was born into a family that was, even by Baldori standards, rather poor. His father was a camel herder although they did not own the camels, the animals were owned by a high-ranking priest of the faith. His very early childhood, as much of it as he can remember, was good; he enjoyed helping his father with the camels, playing with his older brother and sister, and exploring the desert. Their home was a small dilapidated shack surrounded by similar structures in one of the denser part of the city. For Amir, that meant there were plenty of people to get to know and other children to play with. He particularly enjoyed listening to stories from elders which was about the extent of his education other than the teachings at the temples. As a child, Amir looked at the temples with wonder, they were the most beautiful things built in the desert and he was proud to among the world’s chosen people. However, when it came to actual practice of the faith; prayer and meditation, obedience, and purity young Amir constantly fell short. He frequently found himself in trouble, small childish things mostly but enough to be noticed especially when compared to his older brother, Yosef, who was always more devote and pious.

At eight his father was among a group of men selected to assist with agricultural needs all the way in the city of Thelan. He was gone for about a year, frequently sending money home to the family, before he died in accident involving one of the horses. Amir found grief difficult to deal with, he was angry and confused and he only ended up getting into more trouble and picking fights with other boys. His family now stayed with his maternal Uncle who found all the extra mouths to feed too heavy a burden. Yosef, his older brother was sent to stay with the priest, eventually becoming one himself, while his sister, Samira was sold to brothel in Thelan, and Amir was sent to train with the militants. He was heartbroken to separate from his family, anger to hear his sister had been sent to a brothel, and still struggling to deal with the grief over his father’s death. At first, he rebelled against training and taking orders but eventually found catharsis through channeling his grief and anger into his training. Amir worked hard, he trained hard determined to excel at his chosen purpose. Every day he worked himself until he was too physically exhausted to care about how he felt or to think too hard about anything.

When he was told that he would be sent to Thelan to train with their soldiers he was elated, at fourteen he had never left the Baldori deserts and he was so excited to see someplace new. During his time training he saw very little of his family but he had grown closer to one of his childhood friends, Layla, who became his first love. He said his goodbye’s, promising that he would return a man and a solider capable of taking care of her, dreaming that one day they would wed. He spent the next two four training with Thelan soldiers, returning home when he could for visits, and striving to become a great warrior. He did work around Thelan when he could as well, saving up his money, trying his best stick to his beliefs while taking in the culture shock of his new home. Thelan was certainly very different from the Baldori Dominion and it was often difficult to fit in with his fellow soldiers while sticking to his religious beliefs although Amir always made an effort to do so. There were some things that he tried in the name of comradery and out of curiosity like drinking alcohol while other things such as visiting the brothels were avoided. The one time he did go to the brothel was too upsetting for him, every face he saw made him think of his poor sister, out there somewhere, suffering as well. He was only able to stomach that house of depravity for few minutes. During his time in the Thelan he had tried to track down his sister but he never did learn what became of her.

When he returned to the Baldori Dominion a man he learned that his beloved had been married off to some nobleman. It was devastating news but he learned through a few letters that at least the man was kind and they agreed to cease contact so that she could focus on the future. After his time in the city the desert was no longer enough for him. Amir couldn’t stay in one place, although he found he could be at home just about anywhere, nowhere felt like a home. He explored all of the kingdom he could, traveling, never staying in one place for too long, making friends but never getting close enough to anyone that made his goodbye’s painful.

Extra

Like many Baldori, Amir is a fairly strict vegetarian, unless necessity dictates, he avoids meat.

[HIGH CASUAL] Her Majesty's Spirit

@Lionhearted

Whoa, the amount of world building here is really amazing, I'm loving how much history and culture was put into the different tribes. I'm thinking either a Baldori or Viking character. I'm kind of leaning towards a Baldori Militant so as far as the Baldori go I have a couple questions.

Does their religion have anything to say about magic/witchcraft?

Does a Baldori Militant end up in the Thelannian army? Would they, in a time of peace, live in Thelan in case they are needed or would they stay in their own lands until called? Is there a particular way they are chosen or a certain age when training begins?

Also based on the gif is it safe to assume that camel herding would be big with the Baldori?

The Unfortunate Thirteen

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The current plan, interrogate and take out the soldiers, then blow up the lab seemed, like the best plan for keeping their existence hidden with the exception of bring Jakob along. Eleven couldn’t see the logic in trusting someone who was only helping them at gunpoint but it seemed like a necessary compromise to keep them all on the same page. He headed over to one of the newly busted open crates and grabbed one of the many handguns as well as some extra ammo which he put into his pocket. The gun felt uncomfortable in his hand but he was more than certain he’d have to get used to dealing with things that made him uncomfortable. He walked back over to the others was hoping maybe one of them had some knowledge about explosives.

“You think you guys can rig this place to go boom?” He suggested in a whisper. A secret underground laboratory had to have something somewhere that could blow the place up. Then he glanced at Three, who had suggested the interrogations and gave him a nod. “You ready to delve into some morally gray area’s?” He half joked, torturing people for information sat about as uncomfortably with him as the gun in his hand did but survival was more important, and with as little as they all knew about what was going on the chance to learn anything more was worth it. Survival had to come first, whoever stood in the way was collateral damage.

“Alright anyone without a number tattooed on their arm, or who isn’t currently the man-pet of someone who has one, we are going to do a quick search of the rest of this god-forsaken shit-hole for anything useful. Anyone who doesn’t want to cooperate gets a bullet. I’d like everyone in a uniform to empty their pockets on to the floor, anyone of you who still has a weapon, leave it on floor. So long as you guys prove useful to us, you live, so I suggest not being difficult. We outnumber you, we having nothing to lose, and we are pissed and trigger happy but, your cooperation is very soothing.” Eleven announced, lying as easily as he breathed, and gesturing at the soldiers with the handgun as he waited to follow them out of the room.