HylianRose

๑ ❝ 𝕮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔪 𝔢 𝔡 , 𝕴‘𝔪 𝖘𝔲𝔯𝔢 ❞ ๑ { A Witch’s Tale - RP }

Finnigan "Finn" McKinley

๑ Finnigan "Finn" McKinley ๑

☾ Emotions Are The Enemy ☽

^{aka mastering the art of not giving a fuck.}

۞ Phoenix Witch ۞

❦ Personality & History Description ❦

Finn, unlike his sister, dealt with the violent awakening very, very differently. Where Trish was volatile and angry, Finn shut down. He learned early that emotions were a trigger and did everything he could to kill his. He watched his sister's pain, felt his own, and couldn't take the heat. Trish explodes and Finn dissociates. Trish is a live wire, Finn is a cut cable, wrapped in insulation so thick it barely registers as human anymore. Finn is deeply observant and takes a long time to formulate his thoughts. He's slow to open up to others and rarely allows himself to be put in situations where he might get emotional.

Finn has mastered the art of appearing calm. Not true serenity, not peace, just absence. He doesn't laugh loudly. He speaks softly, slowly, intentionally. He does not get angry. He doesn't ever want anything. Wanting leads to feelings and feelings lead to heat. Heat is the enemy. He mistakes numbness for control and calls it maturity.

Underneath, the fire is still there. Ever present, compressed and gaining pressure. His ignitions don't happen often, but when they do, they are devastating. They are sudden, forced, and eerily silent. No warnings, no flares, just catastrophic release.

❦ Corinthia Initiate ❦

Finn was inducted alongside his sister with much the same rush. However, unlike her, he revels in the structure Corinthia provides. He seeks out praise and critique alike. He asks for very little and gives all that is asked of him. The only time he has been known to explode was when someone insinuated that he wouldn't react, even if Trish died in front of him. Folks have given him a fairly wide berth since then. There's a part of him that likes it that way.

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Extras

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Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

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Caleb kicked at his sheets, feeling the damp wet sweat against his skin and in his hair. It felt like a damned swamp in his room, like his bed had been thrown into a pond. Suddenly, he laughed, thinking about that one movie where the girls pushed the step mom or whatever into the lake on her air mattress.

The humor of it did little to make him feel less like a swamp monster, though. He let out a low groan, battle waging in his head. Getting up meant being a real person and staying meant continuing to be a swamp monster. Neither particularly appealed to him. He was about to roll over, place his pillow over his head and accept his fate when he felt his phone buzz on the counter.

Eyes half lidded, Caleb reached for his phone without looking, his hand grasping first at a very… very gross tissue before bumping into a bottle of lotion. Another low groan as he finally sat up and realized for the first time that the house was eerily quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you realize the shit running in your house that you got used to was actually kinda fuckin’ loud.

Caleb reached up to his neck and scratched, oil building up in his fingernails. “Fuckin’ gross…” He groaned, as he reached over to grab his phone now that he was up and could look at it. He flicked it unlocked, and muscle memoried his way to his messages.

hey handsome. the power is dead and it’s getting way too hot in this trailer for clothes.

Caleb cocked an eyebrow. ”No fuckin’ kiddin’ Jo.” He mumbled, stretching his toes. He winced as pain bloomed in his knee but kept reading.

think u can play the knight in shining armor and rescue the little princess and myself? willow says huskers generator is going. come save me and i’ll make it worth your while later.

Caleb raised a brow at the last sentence, his mind already getting plenty of ideas. Ideas that might require a cold shower. Luckily, that sounded like all he was gonna get anyhow. He took in a breath and let it out a sigh before stretching out his back and pushing himself off of his bed. His knee was stiff and he hobbled his way over to the absolutely tiny ass bathroom connected to his room. At least he didn’t have to share it.

About an hour and a half later, along with a strong pain pill he’d swiped from his dad while no one was looking, Caleb loaded himself into his truck and drove over to Jo’s, all while her promise of making it worth his while later repeated in his mind.

_{Interacting With — N/A
Mentions — Jolene @Tae}

✨Beyond The Veil✨

Silas Grey

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Silas Grey • Nickname(s) | Psyren, Psy, Grey, Ren • Age | Unknown, appears to be in his mid-20s • Gender | Male • Birthday | Unknown • Race | Vampire • Rank/Status | Blooded Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 6'0 • Build | Tall and lanky • Eye Color | Silvery Green/Blue • Hair Color & Style | Naturally black, dyes it silver paired with whatever other color he's feeling that week • Skin Tone | Pale with faint freckles on his face. He typically hides them with makeup. • Notable Marks | Tattoos; Neck, wrist, torso, and back. Variety of styles, sizes, and such. Piercings; Ear (Many) and Snake Bites on his mouth. • Typical Clothing Style | He favors black as foundation, just never plain black.His jackets, usually leather biker cuts, are hand-painted, distressed, and customized by himself. Zippers, snaps, and buckles are everywhere, both functional and ornamental, clinking softly as he moves. He leans towards layered silhouettes, slim black, blood-red, deep purple, pastel pinks and grey splotches. His clothes look thrown together, but deliberate. ✦ 1. ✦ 2. ✦ 3. • Aura/First Impression | Silas is a mystery to many. Intensely charismatic, even without trying, he finds people being drawn to him, pulling people closer with little effort. On stage, he is magnetic. Off-stage, he is quiet and reserved. The lack of information about him leads to rumors and misinformation, none of which he bothers to correct. • Voice | Deep and sultry, Silas' voice is charming in an of itself. He is not much of a talker off-stage, but when he does it is relaxed and laid-back. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 4 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 3 • Romantic Preferences | People who match his energy • Current Romantic Interests | - • View on Forbidden Relationships | Apathy • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ Vulnerability ✦ Passion ✦ Confidence • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ Control/Manipulation ✦ Cruelty ✦ Hypocrisy • Known Friends | N/A • Known Enemies | Magnus • Known Family | N/A

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Music ✦ Art ✦ Fashion • Likes | ✦ The Stage ✦ Performing ✦ Sleep • Dislikes | ✦ Dishonesty ✦ Silence ✦ Vegetables • Fears | ✦ Obscurity ✦ Condemnation ✦ Losing His Hearing • Habits | ✦ Tapping fingers as if playing piano ✦ Mouthing lyrics in his head ✦ biting at his snake bites • Vices | ✦ Avoidance ✦ Self-Destruction ✦ Alcohol/Tobacco Core Motivation Music. Personality Overview Silas Grey carries himself like a man who learned to survive by never standing still. Years on the street taught him to never stay put, emotionally or otherwise. His personality is sharpened by centuries of life, but dulled by lost memories. At his core, his is intensely charismatic, the kind of presence that pulls people closer without much effort. On stage, this manifests as raw magnetism and a voice that sounds like it's confessing sins no one asked to hear. Off stage, he is quieter, more reserved, and deeply observant. It's as if the world is something he prefers to observe before engaging. When he is comfortable with someone, he is more likely to speak, his countenance relaxed and friendly. Silas feels everything almost too sharply. It's why he pretends not to care. Detachment is an armor he can use. He shrugs off praise, deflects intimacy, and treats affection like a dangerous drug. Tempting, addicting, and best handled in moderation. Despite this, Silas is not cruel. He has a quiet moral code, one shaped less by laws and societal standards, and more by personal lines he refuses to cross. He despises exploitation, particularly of the vulnerable, and harbors a visceral hatred for abusers of power. He is protective in subtle ways. He stands between others and danger without comment, offering help framed as indifference, and vanishes before gratitude can be given. This is in stark contrast to his current position. Each small gig he runs, each experiment he is forced to assist in leaves a sour, copper taste in his mouth. His desperation had been used against him and the lines he has crossed can no longer be uncrossed. Still, he rebels in little ways. Romantically, Silas is elusive. He falls slowly, reluctantly, but once he does, it is with a depth that borders on dangerous devotion. He fears commitment as much as he craves it. Anyone who gets close enough can sense it. He listens too intently. Remembers details he pretends not to care about. He pulls away when things get too real. He sabotages and deflects, disappears into his work. He calls it protection, but it's just fear. He may have forgotten who he was, but what he is still remains. An artist who turns pain into sound and calls it music.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Lead Singer and Guitarist for AS ABOVE, SO BELOW • Level of Schooling | Unknown, at least GED equivalent • Past Occupations | Unknown • Socioeconomic Status | Wealthy, by any standard • History Summary | Silas' memory starts a relatively long time ago, by human standards. He woke up one day, dressed in rags and on the street, not a penny to his name and no recollection of who he was. He didn't even realize he was a vampire until his hunger first hit him. It came suddenly, a feeling in his gut that twisted and wretched, as if it might eat him from the inside out if he didn't do something about it. He stole food, drinks, anything, but nothing staved off the hunger. The smell of the humans that walked by him made his pulse race. His mind would go blank except for the sound of liquid pumping through their veins. One unlucky girl, stopped, concern written on her face, and offered him a few coin. This was when he snapped, he lunged for her, tugging her into the dark alley and feeding on her until there was no life left in her. When he finished, he looked down at the corpse and nearly wretched. It took several more years of fighting it for Silas to finally come to terms with who he was. By then, he had picked up a few things. A guitar and some more comfortable clothes. He found he had an innate talent for music, his fingers plucking chords with an ease he could only assume came from practice he couldn't remember. His music felt like an old friend, a comforting presence. His music also brought people to him and people meant food. He learned how to stay in the shadows, playing softly enough to lure in one human at a time. It was hard at first, but eventually he could get them to follow them deeper into dark alleys. And eventually, his music would placate them enough where he could feed quietly and without much resistance. It didn't always work the first few times and he killed more than he cared to admit those first few years, but it kept him fed and that was all he needed. One day, several years ago he was approached by a wealthy, and very dangerous man. He introduced himself to Silas as Magnus Corvane and offered him a very tempting deal. Play for him and he would ensure Silas' success. He would set up venues, give Silas a place to stay and record, give him a new name, give him everything he needed to lead a comfortable life. As much as it now pains Silas to admit, he accepted the offer with an eagerness that only rivaled a starving dog. He didn't bother to read the fine print. Not until it was too late. Magnus revealed several months later what his true plans for Silas were. Only after Silas' had had a taste of the life he craved. He became trapped, unable to leave and unwilling to part with his new life as Silas Grey. He was made to host venues, small, private and intimate, where he would play and use his Dominion to placate and allow Magnus' men to feed. It was all in the name of experimentation. Silas never really knew for what, but he had his guesses. Once a venue went so poorly that it ended in a violent bloodbath. Still covered in a wash of human blood, Silas was scolded violently. He was starved for a time and the next time he was called for a venue, there was a new band member, the prior having been replaced with sickening ease. She was a Fae, adept at Dreamweaving. She was going to help temper his powers.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Race info ▸ Vampires ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Turned • Blood Source Preference | Synthetic • Blood Addiction Risk (1-5) | 2 • View on Fae Blood Ban | Apathy • Views on Mortals | Innocent in all of this. • Views on Fae | Intriguing • Views on Lycan | Apathy Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Bad Omens - The Grey • Favorite Food | Pizza • Favorite Animal(s) | Cats • Favorite Music Genre | Classical/Celtic/Folk • Favorite Haunt | The Underground & The Rusty Halo • Signature Weapon | Music • Preferred Vices | Hard Liquor, Tobacco • Pet Peeve | Talking over music/movies/etc ✦ Clapping Off Beat ✦ Shitty Sound Systems ✦ Anyone touching his instruments without asking ✦ Lying for "his own good" • Guilty Pleasure | Trashy TV ✦ Someone Brushing/playing with his hair ✦ Soft Intimacy ✦ Sleeping Late ✦ Moments of Silence ............................................................ Come throw your heart into the waves Your soul is lost, and still it saves Drink in me and come undone Trade a thousand lives for one Come away, drink it in Drink and sink and let it end Drink and sink and let it end You are no more, you are no less For all must die, all must rest Bring your body unto me Let your graveyard be the sea Come away and drink it in Drink and sink and let it end Drink and sink and let it end - siren song by kiera cass

Have another vampire baddie. LOL.

Just wanted something a little more tame to compliment Noah's insanity. Let me know if anything needs to be changed!

Also, absolutely open to other bandmates, friends, enemies, etc. <3

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova
Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova

Time: Early Morning
Location: Berova Estate
Attire: -
Interactions: -

Trigger Warnings:: Blood, Mutilation, Death, General Horror

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He can feel the cold stone of the room beneath his bare feet. The room feels like it’s been blanketed in darkness, threatening to swallow him whole. It makes him feel tiny, insignificant and the air around him is thick and metallic, each breath tasting like rust. It’s a sensation he’s all too familiar with. Blood. The walls of the room glistened in crimson, dripping sickeningly to the cold floor. It’s then that he realized the bodies that surround him. They lie tangled at his feet, pale limbs twisted at impossible angles, face slack in expression. There is a pool of dark crimson that surrounds them. It is slick and reflective. As he moved to look down at his reflection, a sound startled him.

A monster stands just across the room, a limp body in it’s grip.

Its form is vaguely human, familiar, but wrong. Its shaggy dark hair is disheveled and matted with both wet and dried blood. Its arms look proportionally wrong, and he can see that same slick crimson liquid covering its claw-like hands. He noticed, a horrified expression on his face, that the creature’s face was completely blurred in an unnatural way. It was as if someone had taken an eraser and smudged it out.

The monster tilted it’s head at him.

Nik’s heart stuttered, his chest tightening. It wasn’t just fear, no. There was something else there. Something he shuddered to consider.

Recognition.

A sound tore through the room, part growl, part scream. The sound of a creature that had long forgotten mercy. He swears he can hear his name in the depths of the roar. The monster took a step towards him and dropped the body it was holding. Then another.

Run.

The thought hits him too late. The creature lunged at him, screeching. Nikolai spun on his heel and sprinted for the exit, his bare feet barely finding purchase against the blood-soaked floor. He tripped over tools, bodies, but eventually breaks through to the outside. All at once he is outside in the forest. The brush cut at his feet as he ran. Behind him, he heard it. Heavy footsteps, relentless and gaining ground. He can feel its presence at his back, hot and suffocating, like a hand hovering inches from his spine.

He stumbled, tripping over a root. His broke the fall with his hands, but the impact sent painful jolts down his arm.

Cold fingers touched his shoulder. He jolted. The world fractured.

Nikolai jerked awake with a strangled gasp, bolting up in his bed. The sheets are soaked through with his sweat, clinging to his skin. His heart hammered painfully in his chest. Each breath felt like fire, and for a brief moment, he was convinced he could still smell blood. It took him several seconds before he dared to look at his hands and when he does, they’re clean. He let out a sigh, lifting one hand to rub his temple, which was throbbing. After several minutes, he pushed himself up off of the bed, unable to shake the certainty that the monster was familiar to him. He pulled on some clothes and a thick coat and began his walk outside.

Another sleepless night.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

Noah Corvane || The Prince Bathed in Blood

__________________________________________________________ originally penned by Helo Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Noah Beaumont Corvane • Nickname(s) | N/A • Age | 28 • Gender | Male • Birthday | April 9th • Race | Vampire • Rank/Status | Enforcer for the Corvane family & Prince of Halcyon / Vampire Spawn Appearance __________________________________________________________ dreams of greatness • Height | 5'10 • Build | Lean and fit • Eye Color | Cold blue • Hair Color & Style | Deep red, ear length, messy but intentional • Skin Tone | Deathly pale • Notable Marks | Faded scar from a vampire bite • Typical Clothing Style | Dark colors, expensive tailored suits, long dark colored coats, expensive accessories. • Aura/First Impression | Noah is not the type of vampire that draws others in with charm. He’s a predator that sends a shiver down the spine, raises the hairs on the back of one’s neck, and quickens the heart rate. Terror is often the first impression he leaves, especially for humans. Depraved bastard, is a close second. • Voice | Deep, low, and effortlessly predatory…a voice like the hungry growl of a tiger, and even casual comments or pleasantries sound like a threat. Relationships __________________________________________________________ a bad reputation • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 3 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 2 • Romantic Preferences | Willing and freaky • Current Romantic Interests Obsession | Wren • View on Forbidden Relationships | Sounds deliciously devious. • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ Pain ✦ Danger ✦ Power • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ Monotony ✦ Mercy ✦ Tedium • Known Friends | Locke (Former), TBD • Known Enemies | All Wardens, Werewolves, and enemies of Magnus • Known Family | Magnus (Adoptive Father) & Angel (Twin Sister)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Hunting ✦ Partying ✦ Work/Business • Likes | ✦ Violence ✦ Brutality ✦ Horror movies • Dislikes | ✦ Silence ✦ Sentiment ✦ Synthetic/Old Blood • Fears | ✦ Failure ✦ Losing his sister ✦ Starvation • Habits | ✦ Restlessness ✦ Fidgeting ✦ Tapping • Vices | ✦ Substance Abuse ✦ Violence ✦ Wren Core Motivation Noah strives to prove himself. To show Magnus that he is everything Magnus saw in him and more. He works tirelessly to secure his place with the family, building their empire to reach new heights, and cultivating his reputation as one of the most ruthless vampires to walk Halcyon’s streets. He's also striving to see that his sister embraces that same legacy they were crafted for. Personality Overview A vicious creature who willingly tears away whatever is left of his humanity. Noah is driven by the desire to become exactly what he was designed to be: a monster. His cruelty is undeniable; anyone he sees as prey, as an enemy, as something weak and deserving of being picked off, inevitably ends up facing things far worse than death. Noah is a cold and empty creature; there is little he “loves” in the world, but nothing quite holds a candle to the ecstasy of suffering. Watching faces contorted with it, dancing to cries of agony, savoring that precious moment when hope dies behind another’s eyes; Noah revels in it. When the pendulum of fate swings, and it is his turn to suffer, he finds only bliss in his pain. Noah has an unnerving intensity, and when set on a task, he becomes completely obsessed with it. Reckless, irreverent, and brash, he draws attention and seeks out thrills. Never static or sluggish, his restless energy keeps him always moving. When he gets bored, he provokes someone, tries to get a rise, does something out of pocket just to see what’ll happen. Untempered rage paired with a love of violence and unyielding strength, his temper is a bomb with a hairpin trigger. He carries a deep sense of entitlement from years spent as the favored pet and surrogate son of one of the city's most dangerous vampires. Near carte blanche to just about whatever he pleases, Noah carries himself with all the arrogance of someone who knows he is backed by the Corvane family. A life devoid of any real consequences, his cruelty has only ever been celebrated and encouraged, and any time something remotely human bubbles up, all it takes is blood to wash himself clean of it. Humanity is useless to him and useless things are disposed of with surgical precision. . . .

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Mafia Enforcer • Level of Schooling | High School • Past Occupations | Pet • Socioeconomic Status | Filthy rich • History Summary | Noah always tried to be an obedient child, he had to be, his human father had a nasty temper. He figured out how things worked when he was young; behave or earn a beating. Simple. Easy to understand. As long as he did as he was told, things were better. Not perfect, not even good, but better than the alternative. And imperfect enough that Noah felt nothing when a vampire killed his parents. He watched it happen with cold, unflinching eyes. He smiled at the vampire and whispered a simple, quiet thank you. Maybe that’s what sealed his fate. Both saved and damned himself with that one breath. Because that vampire, Magnus, took an interest and saw something of worth. Both he and his twin sister were brought into a new family. One where violence wasn’t kept a hushed secret, one where it was honest, and where Noah was made an active participant. Magnus, the boss of a vampiric mafia, had claimed the siblings as his new pets. His children. He shared with them the gift of eternity. He gave Noah power, strength, and a place at his side. Turned into a vampire as a child, his innocence was replaced with an insatiable bloodlust. A hunger that never calmed with age, instead, it raged and festered. A growing teenager whose appetites were all twisted into a need for blood and violence. He embraced it. Welcomed it. Craved it. In hindsight, maybe that’s what ol’ papa Beaumont saw in a young Noah. That he wasn’t quite right, not in the ways his straight and narrow Warden father expected of him. He always had the mood swings, temper tantrums that tested the man’s limits, compulsive lying, childish attempts at manipulation, and there was that time he nearly burned down the garage… Maybe he knew, maybe he suspected, or maybe he was just another Warden with his self-righteous head stuck up his ass. Good riddance is about all Noah ever has to say about the old man. He got an upgrade when Magnus claimed him as a son. But his twin sister, Angel, didn’t see things the way Noah saw them. She didn’t embrace what they now were, but Noah was a good brother. He was going to help her understand. Anytime Magnus or his minions did anything Angel saw as cruel, Noah subtly made it seem like it was partially her fault. Spun his words to keep her thinking they were both punished because Angel refused to cooperate with the vampires. Noah never saw any of it as a punishment. Not the mind games, not being asked to kill, and certainly not the torture. They were lessons. Magnus was breaking down any lingering weakness so that they could become something better. Stronger. Vampires made in his image. Noah was devoted to the blood-drenched God that had saved him from his sad, meaningless life and offered him the world, everything and anything he could ever want, on a silver platter. Magnus saw worth in him, and Noah remains endlessly loyal to his hero. Noah loved being a vampire; the strength that now flowed through his veins connected him to an ancient power and elevated him to something akin to a demigod. A human life mattered about as much to him as the life of a cow had when he was a child enjoying a burger. Then they mattered even less than that, like the cheap toy that came with a Happy Meal. As time passed, his practicality about their situation grew crueler; something dark and sadistic bloomed in Noah. As he traversed youthful rebellion with his sister and their Fae friend Locke, he kept the darker parts of himself hidden from them. Watched them, paid close attention to everything they said and did so that he could emulate what they wanted. He needed them to like him, keep him included, and maintain their close-knit trio. There is nothing Noah hates more than feeling alone. But that friendship shattered anyway, and Locke left them. Like finding a long-lost brother only to have him abandon them, without a reason, without a goodbye. He could almost admire how well Locke had dug that knife in, made him hurt in a way that mattered. Almost, because the rage he felt at that kind of betrayal only brought out an even more vicious side of him. There was no more restraint after Locke left. He threw himself into the family business and became his father’s enforcer. While there are plenty of vampires willing to maim and kill for the man, it is Noah he sends when he wants to truly send a merciless message, when he needs someone to suffer. He took his rightful place at his father’s side. Fate rewarded him. And no, not just his dagger. When a blood trafficking ring encroached on Magnus’s territory and disrespected the Corvane family; Noah was sent to eliminate the problem. He orchestrated a slaughter still whispered about in dark corners of Halcyon, a message so brutal and final that it still makes rivals question if crossing Magnus so openly is worth the risk. But for once, the slaughter itself was not the reward. Tucked away in a cage not even fit for a dog… was her. A Fae, so otherworldly, so removed from anything ordinary, who welcomed him in almost the same way he had once welcomed Magnus. IV lines tangled around her like oblivion's tendrils, stealing her blood drop by drop, and keeping her in a state constantly on the verge of death. A lithe and fragile little creature who reminded him of that last hopeless breath of the dying. She looked at him without fear and said only a single word. Death. Noah plucked the IV lines as if they were the strings of a harp. As veins wept from where needles had been left for far too long, the scent of her blood had that unmistakable allure. Pure magic. Power yet to be fully unlocked. Strength trapped within a broken shell. He gave her exactly what she asked for: death. A song of blood and violence. Her captors slaughtered, not with brutal efficiency, but as if he, and the vampires with him, were composing his greatest masterpiece. All for her. For his wounded little bird. For Wren. His pet. His. He could see it, the potential of vampire and fae together in perfect harmony. He only had to remake her as he had been remade, into something stronger. Unlock all that buried power. This world was not a place for fragile things. Noah knew that. Bleeding the hope from her was an act of devotion. Hope was the worst cage to be trapped in, and he freed her from it. Just as Magnus had freed him. Noah’s world brightened only to dim again at another betrayal. Worse than Locke’s, when Angel turned her back not just on their family, but on him. Broke the unspoken promise made in the womb that they would always have each other. There is nothing he won’t do to bring her back into the family. He sought out the first person to ever betray him like that; Lachlan Devlin.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Race info ▸ Vampires ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Turned • Blood Source Preference | Fresh, hunted himself. Finds the blood of victims hunted by others to be dirty. • Blood Addiction Risk (1-5) | 4.5 • View on Fae Blood Ban | Unconcerned • Views on Mortals | Cattle • Views on Fae | Impressive • Views on Lycan | Filthy mutts Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Horror Show - Animal Sun, Fuller (Pending if I find one I like better) • Favorite Food | Blood • Favorite Animal(s) | Frightened Humans • Favorite Music Genre | Anything loud, angry, and horny • Favorite Haunt | Red Widow, The Black Spire, The Eclipse, The Velvet Bite • Signature Weapon | "Fate" - An ornate, decorated daggered. Used on victims he has an especially fun time with. • Preferred Vices | All of them • Pet Peeve | Preachy, self-righteous types • Guilty Pleasure | Noah doesn’t believe in guilt, but he does have a soft spot for other apex predators and animals that tend to elicit a fear response in humans. A love of violent movies but the horror genre it his favorite, he finds them inspiring. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ -✦- ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ -✦-

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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Lucian & Marina

Location: The Gossamer
Mentions: @Oso Kilian @Tae Torvi

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Marina adjusted her view through the binoculars just in time to land on Kilian’s face—staring straight back at her, his intimidating expression filling the entire little sphere of her vision like he was standing right before her, glaring her down with those terrifying eyes of his.

Her fingers clumsily loosened as adrenaline coursed through her, and the opera glasses slipped. They struck the edge of the table with a loud clack, and the jolt set off a whole chain reaction: a fork skittering into a spoon, the spoon into a knife, the knife tapping a champagne flute that chimed loudly, garnering attention at the worst possible time. Marina lunged in a panic to collect them, palms sweeping and grabbing, trying to catch everything at once. Her hand closed around the opera glasses just before they hit the floor, but she still managed to knock a napkin loose and nearly flip her own plate.

It was then, with her heartbeat thundering loudly in her ears, that she saw Lucian rise.

He began crossing the room, just like he had when she had angered him all those times in the past. He was making a beeline for her, and in that moment Marina felt a flash of disbelief.

Marina snatched the opera glasses with one hand and shoved them beneath the table so quickly she clipped her knee and bit back a hiss. She hastily straightened, smoothing her coat, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. By the time Lucian reached her table, she had gathered herself into a posture of indignant dignity: the sort of expression that suggested she had been minding her business all evening and anyone who implied otherwise was so wrong.

When he leaned toward her, Marina met him with a stare that could have started a war. She allowed her lips to lift into a pleasant expression. “Good evening,” she said sweetly in an exaggerated, low tone. “Sir.”

Then Lucian leaned in, and Marina’s smile held even as it tightened. Her pupils flared, her gaze flicking past his shoulder toward the table behind the velvet rope. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” she lied instantly. “I’m simply a humble gentleman enjoying the ambiance. Who is this Marina you speak of? I’m… uh… Marvin.” The name left her mouth, and she wanted to throw herself into the nearest fountain.

Lucian felt his eye twitch at her response. Of course she was keeping this up, of course. Of course!

The lie lasted exactly as long as it took her to see what was happening behind him in her mind again: the chain, the blindfold, the scary guy, the giant wolf. Then Marina’s countenance went flat—seriousness overtaking the look in her gaze. She exhaled once, then gave up the performance with reluctant honesty. “Yes, yes, it’s me,” she admitted quietly, the mustache suddenly feeling ridiculous. Her gaze snapped back to Lucian’s, and for all her theatrical bravado, there was a sincere intensity in her violet eyes now. “But let’s be honest—the one who should be questioned here is you. Why are you meeting with those weird people? ” Her voice softened, fear slipping into her tone as she searched his face. She then tipped her chin toward the roped section—toward Kilian. “I mean, come on, that guy has a woman in chains.”

Her expression softened into a small frown as she told him lowly, “...You’re scaring me, Lucian.”

He paused as she dropped the act, suddenly more serious than before. He could tell that what he was doing right now was bothering her. All the more because she didn’t understand it. He let out a soft, exasperated sigh. He could understand her concerns and valued her opinions and care for him. He just… couldn’t let her get involved in this.

”Marnie…” He started, unsure how he could give her any peace of mind. Another soft breath left his lungs as he reached a hand to rub the bridge of his nose. ”Do you trust me, Marina?” He asked earnestly. He looked over her face, trying to show her his sincerity.

Marina’s brows lifted as if the question itself had offended her. Then, after the briefest pause, her eyes found his and stayed there. “Of course I do.” She answered sincerely.

”Then, I need you to trust me right now.” He returned. He reached over to offer her his hand. ”I know it looks scary over there. If I’m being honest with you, I’m a little scared too.” He explained, conveniently leaving out the part where he was somewhat enjoying the girl in chains at Kilian’s side, if only because he couldn’t help but to overlap her with the people who killed his wife.

”I have my reasons, Marina. And I’d rather keep you out of it and safe if I can…” He added softly, a tenderness to his tone now.

She took his hand and squeezed it, chewing at the inside of her lip for additional comfort. Marina let his words settle in her mind before letting those brows of hers furrow suddenly with the immovable determination. “I trust you,” Marina repeated, stressing the word in a way that clarified her feelings even before she finished her point, “Not them.”

Then she let go and leaned back, folding her arms like she could physically block him from trying to push her away. “I won’t tell anyone anything. I don’t even care what you’re doing or why—” she started, and even she couldn’t keep a straight face through that lie. A sigh cut her words off and she corrected herself with annoyed honesty, “Okay, maybe I do. I’m quite nosy.” She waved off the notion hastily, bouncing her leg like the energy in her body was looking for somewhere to go. “However, I digress.”

Lucian stifled a chuckle at her relenting to being quite nosy, but let her continue.

“I am here because I don’t want you to be alone “ Marina’s bouncing leg slowed then stilled. “I know you’ve been sneaking off doing something for a while now, so…” Her chin lifted, like she’d already decided how this ended. “Whatever you’re doing, whatever you’re fighting—let me fight with you.”

Lucian let out a low groan, ”It’s dangerous work, Marina. And as much as I want you by my side, I’d rather have you somewhere safe instead.”

“But it’s dangerous for you too!” Marina exclaimed in protest.

He let out a breath of air, his eyes closing for a moment. He swallowed, his throat thick with regrets. He couldn’t let Marina get hurt too, couldn’t let this touch the people he cared about. He had lost too much to relent on this now. His fist clenched against the chair as he made up his mind.

”I’m not going to argue this, Marina. You need to leave.” He declared firmly, standing up. He waved a waiter over. ”Please escort this gentleman out of the building. Ensure that he is sent home by carriage.” He told him, being sure to place emphasis on the ‘by carriage’ part. He didn’t need her sneaking back in. He watched the waiter expectantly.

”Oh, y-” He started, ”Yessir.”

Marina stood up, her fists clenched with anger. “My meal hasn’t come yet.” She retorted as her face fell into a frustrated pout. After some deliberation, she suddenly ripped the mustache off her upper lip, proceeded to throw it on the floor, and then planted her foot on it. She ground the mustache into the marble flooring, her heel shifting back and forth as if she were squishing a stubborn little bug.

Lucian stared in stunned silence. His gaze shifting from his sister to the waiter, who was just as shocked as he was, if not more. He thought he heard him mumble something about a very convincing disguise.

Her gaze slid back up to the waiter, and she smiled innocently at him. “I am not a gentleman; I am clearly a lady. He must be referring to someone else.” Marina curtly informed the man, then jabbed a finger accusingly in Kilian’s direction. “He’s talking about that tall man with the scars over there. Remove him at once!”

Another long sigh escaped Lucian’s lips. He grabbed at Marina’s wrist, the one attached to the finger currently pointed at the most dangerous man in the room. “While I pride myself on my sister’s bravery, please do not insult my host.” He told her through a clenched jaw.

He put a smile on his face and turned to the rather frightened-looking waiter. It was better not to make a scene. “I apologize. We’ve inconvenienced you. You are dismissed.” He spoke, his voice upsettingly calm for the situation they were in.

The waiter left all too eagerly, still mumbling something about crazy royals.

Lucian turned now to look at his sister, his hand still around her wrist, his grip tight. “If I promise to tell you later, will you go home?” He asked, a defeated tone to his voice. He knew the answer, but he had to try.

Marina’s expression shifted. The bravado didn’t vanish, but it wavered. She held his gaze, her eyes searching his again as if she could keep him safe just by looking hard enough. “I’m strong, Lucian, you know,” she insisted, the words rushing out as if she could make them true by sheer force. “I’ve been practicing.”

Lucian let out a soft breath, unsure entirely what to say to that. He knew she was strong, all of his siblings were. How could he impress upon her the fear and anxiety in his own heart? How much he needed her to be safe? How much losing her would shatter him?

And then her mouth pressed into a line. She bit her lip, and the fiery girl who’d stomped on her own mustache a moment ago did something gentle instead: she lifted her free hand and laid her palm over his with a tender touch as if she was trying to remind him she was real, here, and not some problem to be managed.

He looked down at the touch, before looking back up to her face. It was a stark contrast to the way she’d been acting only a moment prior.

Her eyes dropped as she retreated into her thoughts, then rose back up to his face, somber in a way that made her seem suddenly younger.

“How do I know they won’t hurt you?” she asked at last, her voice softer—but still stubborn as ever.

Lucian took in another deep breath. He was done making promises he couldn’t keep, he’d made that vow to Ambrose and he intended to keep it. Even if it killed him.

”They are going to help me keep you and all of our people safe, Marina. I know they look scary, I’m scared too. But this is something I have to do.” He explained, turning his hand up to hold hers. “I can’t promise they won’t hurt me anymore than I can anyone else here in this room. What I can promise you, however, is that what they do will protect the people I care about.”

After a moment, looking at her face, Lucian bent down, resting his forehead against the back of her hand. ”I can’t… lose anyone else…” He whispered, his voice strained with emotion.

And it was in that moment that something in her face shifted, and her shoulders slumped as if they finally remembered they were exhausted. For a moment, she just stared down at that red head of hair. Then, she wrapped her arms around him and moved her hand to stroke his hair. “I don’t want to lose anyone else either, Lucy, especially you.” She whispered, her gaze reaching a manner of hollowness as she fixated past him on a spot on the wall at random.

The face that had materialized in both of their minds did not need to be named aloud in that moment—they both knew.

“...And it’s because of that, I don’t understand why you think you need to do this alone.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she pulled back just enough, her hand still on his head. “They’re my people too, and you’re my big brother… I feel safest with you. … Not away.”

He felt his heart twist at her words. He knew they were honest, but he knew what kind of danger he was putting himself in. After an incredibly long pause, Lucian lifted his head, a stern look on his face.

”Okay. You listen to me and when I tell you to do something, you do it. That is the only way I am going to let you join me over there with them.”

Marina pursed her lips then said at last, “Fine.”

✨Beyond The Veil✨

I present to you, one fucked up boy. Please let me know any feedback you have! He is largely unchanged from the first iteration, barring any changes I made to make him feel a bit more like my own. Background, Personality, and other important Character Connections are left unchanged. Only minor changes such as Fears, Signature Weapon, etc have been made, things that I felt would not change his overall direction.

Eager to hear feedback! <3

Noah Corvane || The Prince Bathed in Blood

__________________________________________________________ originally penned by Helo Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Noah Beaumont Corvane • Nickname(s) | N/A • Age | 28 • Gender | Male • Birthday | April 9th • Race | Vampire • Rank/Status | Enforcer for the Corvane family & Prince of Halcyon / Vampire Spawn Appearance __________________________________________________________ dreams of greatness • Height | 5'10 • Build | Lean and fit • Eye Color | Cold blue • Hair Color & Style | Deep red, ear length, messy but intentional • Skin Tone | Deathly pale • Notable Marks | Faded scar from a vampire bite • Typical Clothing Style | Dark colors, expensive tailored suits, long dark colored coats, expensive accessories. • Aura/First Impression | Noah is not the type of vampire that draws others in with charm. He’s a predator that sends a shiver down the spine, raises the hairs on the back of one’s neck, and quickens the heart rate. Terror is often the first impression he leaves, especially for humans. Depraved bastard, is a close second. • Voice | Deep, low, and effortlessly predatory…a voice like the hungry growl of a tiger, and even casual comments or pleasantries sound like a threat. Relationships __________________________________________________________ a bad reputation • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 3 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 2 • Romantic Preferences | Willing and freaky • Current Romantic Interests Obsession | Wren • View on Forbidden Relationships | Sounds deliciously devious. • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ Pain ✦ Danger ✦ Power • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ Monotony ✦ Mercy ✦ Tedium • Known Friends | Locke (Former), TBD • Known Enemies | All Wardens, Werewolves, and enemies of Magnus • Known Family | Magnus (Adoptive Father) & Angel (Twin Sister)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Hunting ✦ Partying ✦ Work/Business • Likes | ✦ Violence ✦ Brutality ✦ Horror movies • Dislikes | ✦ Silence ✦ Sentiment ✦ Synthetic/Old Blood • Fears | ✦ Failure ✦ Losing his sister ✦ Starvation • Habits | ✦ Restlessness ✦ Fidgeting ✦ Tapping • Vices | ✦ Substance Abuse ✦ Violence ✦ Wren Core Motivation Noah strives to prove himself. To show Magnus that he is everything Magnus saw in him and more. He works tirelessly to secure his place with the family, building their empire to reach new heights, and cultivating his reputation as one of the most ruthless vampires to walk Halcyon’s streets. He's also striving to see that his sister embraces that same legacy they were crafted for. Personality Overview A vicious creature who willingly tears away whatever is left of his humanity. Noah is driven by the desire to become exactly what he was designed to be: a monster. His cruelty is undeniable; anyone he sees as prey, as an enemy, as something weak and deserving of being picked off, inevitably ends up facing things far worse than death. Noah is a cold and empty creature; there is little he “loves” in the world, but nothing quite holds a candle to the ecstasy of suffering. Watching faces contorted with it, dancing to cries of agony, savoring that precious moment when hope dies behind another’s eyes; Noah revels in it. When the pendulum of fate swings, and it is his turn to suffer, he finds only bliss in his pain. Noah has an unnerving intensity, and when set on a task, he becomes completely obsessed with it. Reckless, irreverent, and brash, he draws attention and seeks out thrills. Never static or sluggish, his restless energy keeps him always moving. When he gets bored, he provokes someone, tries to get a rise, does something out of pocket just to see what’ll happen. Untempered rage paired with a love of violence and unyielding strength, his temper is a bomb with a hairpin trigger. He carries a deep sense of entitlement from years spent as the favored pet and surrogate son of one of the city's most dangerous vampires. Near carte blanche to just about whatever he pleases, Noah carries himself with all the arrogance of someone who knows he is backed by the Corvane family. A life devoid of any real consequences, his cruelty has only ever been celebrated and encouraged, and any time something remotely human bubbles up, all it takes is blood to wash himself clean of it. Humanity is useless to him and useless things are disposed of with surgical precision. . . .

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Mafia Enforcer • Level of Schooling | High School • Past Occupations | Pet • Socioeconomic Status | Filthy rich • History Summary | Noah always tried to be an obedient child, he had to be, his human father had a nasty temper. He figured out how things worked when he was young; behave or earn a beating. Simple. Easy to understand. As long as he did as he was told, things were better. Not perfect, not even good, but better than the alternative. And imperfect enough that Noah felt nothing when a vampire killed his parents. He watched it happen with cold, unflinching eyes. He smiled at the vampire and whispered a simple, quiet thank you. Maybe that’s what sealed his fate. Both saved and damned himself with that one breath. Because that vampire, Magnus, took an interest and saw something of worth. Both he and his twin sister were brought into a new family. One where violence wasn’t kept a hushed secret, one where it was honest, and where Noah was made an active participant. Magnus, the boss of a vampiric mafia, had claimed the siblings as his new pets. His children. He shared with them the gift of eternity. He gave Noah power, strength, and a place at his side. Turned into a vampire as a child, his innocence was replaced with an insatiable bloodlust. A hunger that never calmed with age, instead, it raged and festered. A growing teenager whose appetites were all twisted into a need for blood and violence. He embraced it. Welcomed it. Craved it. In hindsight, maybe that’s what ol’ papa Beaumont saw in a young Noah. That he wasn’t quite right, not in the ways his straight and narrow Warden father expected of him. He always had the mood swings, temper tantrums that tested the man’s limits, compulsive lying, childish attempts at manipulation, and there was that time he nearly burned down the garage… Maybe he knew, maybe he suspected, or maybe he was just another Warden with his self-righteous head stuck up his ass. Good riddance is about all Noah ever has to say about the old man. He got an upgrade when Magnus claimed him as a son. But his twin sister, Angel, didn’t see things the way Noah saw them. She didn’t embrace what they now were, but Noah was a good brother. He was going to help her understand. Anytime Magnus or his minions did anything Angel saw as cruel, Noah subtly made it seem like it was partially her fault. Spun his words to keep her thinking they were both punished because Angel refused to cooperate with the vampires. Noah never saw any of it as a punishment. Not the mind games, not being asked to kill, and certainly not the torture. They were lessons. Magnus was breaking down any lingering weakness so that they could become something better. Stronger. Vampires made in his image. Noah was devoted to the blood-drenched God that had saved him from his sad, meaningless life and offered him the world, everything and anything he could ever want, on a silver platter. Magnus saw worth in him, and Noah remains endlessly loyal to his hero. Noah loved being a vampire; the strength that now flowed through his veins connected him to an ancient power and elevated him to something akin to a demigod. A human life mattered about as much to him as the life of a cow had when he was a child enjoying a burger. Then they mattered even less than that, like the cheap toy that came with a Happy Meal. As time passed, his practicality about their situation grew crueler; something dark and sadistic bloomed in Noah. As he traversed youthful rebellion with his sister and their Fae friend Locke, he kept the darker parts of himself hidden from them. Watched them, paid close attention to everything they said and did so that he could emulate what they wanted. He needed them to like him, keep him included, and maintain their close-knit trio. There is nothing Noah hates more than feeling alone. But that friendship shattered anyway, and Locke left them. Like finding a long-lost brother only to have him abandon them, without a reason, without a goodbye. He could almost admire how well Locke had dug that knife in, made him hurt in a way that mattered. Almost, because the rage he felt at that kind of betrayal only brought out an even more vicious side of him. There was no more restraint after Locke left. He threw himself into the family business and became his father’s enforcer. While there are plenty of vampires willing to maim and kill for the man, it is Noah he sends when he wants to truly send a merciless message, when he needs someone to suffer. He took his rightful place at his father’s side. Fate rewarded him. And no, not just his dagger. When a blood trafficking ring encroached on Magnus’s territory and disrespected the Corvane family; Noah was sent to eliminate the problem. He orchestrated a slaughter still whispered about in dark corners of Halcyon, a message so brutal and final that it still makes rivals question if crossing Magnus so openly is worth the risk. But for once, the slaughter itself was not the reward. Tucked away in a cage not even fit for a dog… was her. A Fae, so otherworldly, so removed from anything ordinary, who welcomed him in almost the same way he had once welcomed Magnus. IV lines tangled around her like oblivion's tendrils, stealing her blood drop by drop, and keeping her in a state constantly on the verge of death. A lithe and fragile little creature who reminded him of that last hopeless breath of the dying. She looked at him without fear and said only a single word. Death. Noah plucked the IV lines as if they were the strings of a harp. As veins wept from where needles had been left for far too long, the scent of her blood had that unmistakable allure. Pure magic. Power yet to be fully unlocked. Strength trapped within a broken shell. He gave her exactly what she asked for: death. A song of blood and violence. Her captors slaughtered, not with brutal efficiency, but as if he, and the vampires with him, were composing his greatest masterpiece. All for her. For his wounded little bird. For Wren. His pet. His. He could see it, the potential of vampire and fae together in perfect harmony. He only had to remake her as he had been remade, into something stronger. Unlock all that buried power. This world was not a place for fragile things. Noah knew that. Bleeding the hope from her was an act of devotion. Hope was the worst cage to be trapped in, and he freed her from it. Just as Magnus had freed him. Noah’s world brightened only to dim again at another betrayal. Worse than Locke’s, when Angel turned her back not just on their family, but on him. Broke the unspoken promise made in the womb that they would always have each other. There is nothing he won’t do to bring her back into the family. He sought out the first person to ever betray him like that; Lachlan Devlin.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Race info ▸ Vampires ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Turned • Blood Source Preference | Fresh, hunted himself. Finds the blood of victims hunted by others to be dirty. • Blood Addiction Risk (1-5) | 4.5 • View on Fae Blood Ban | Unconcerned • Views on Mortals | Cattle • Views on Fae | Impressive • Views on Lycan | Filthy mutts Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Horror Show - Animal Sun, Fuller (Pending if I find one I like better) • Favorite Food | Blood • Favorite Animal(s) | Frightened Humans • Favorite Music Genre | Anything loud, angry, and horny • Favorite Haunt | Red Widow, The Black Spire, The Eclipse, The Velvet Bite • Signature Weapon | "Fate" - An ornate, decorated daggered. Used on victims he has an especially fun time with. • Preferred Vices | All of them • Pet Peeve | Preachy, self-righteous types • Guilty Pleasure | Noah doesn’t believe in guilt, but he does have a soft spot for other apex predators and animals that tend to elicit a fear response in humans. A love of violent movies but the horror genre it his favorite, he finds them inspiring. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ -✦- ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ -✦-

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🦇Beyond The Veil - Seeking new members🦇

Hello! I have ideas. Also interested in hearing some of the desired roles as well to see if any of them mesh with some of the ideas that I have. Would love to discuss in PMs (or over Discord)!

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

Locations have now been updated to include:

• Magnolia's Salon
• Lou's Diner
• Pines Holler Park
• The Community Center
• Pines Holler Baptist Church
• Paradise Falls

Once again, please let me know if there's any locations you'd like to see added to the list <3

@Sugar and Spite

Not super important for Caleb, since it's his mother's place of employment, but would love to see a hospital/clinic of some kind!