Oso

The Dead Don't Die: Paradise Lost.

Definitely interested! Been looking for a good zombie episode for a while now.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

Dominic Blackmoor

Time: • Night

Interactions: • Vex @Tpartywithzombi • Kessler @deegee •Tessa @Potter •Luther @AuthenticTomb •Casey @EtherealThorn

Dom felt the pressure of the moment like hands on his spine, shoving him forward whether he wanted to go or not. The club was choking on bodies now. Vampires tearing at anything warm, humans screaming, and blood so thick in the air it coated the back of his throat.

Vex was still upright and mostly okay, but he couldn’t risk this any longer.

He felt her weight sag into him, fingers twisted into his fur, nails biting instinctively for purchase. She was fighting the drugs, fighting the pull, and fighting herself. He didn’t give her the chance to fall.

Dom moved.

A vampire came at them from the left, fast and feral, eyes blown wide. Dom didn’t slow. He caught it mid-stride and drove it headfirst into a support pillar. The stone fractured from the force, splitting the pillar with a concussive boom and the vamp folded around the impact in a broken mess, spine liquefying as it slid down in pieces.

Another leapt from the bar.

Dom tore a section of the broken marble counter free as if it weighed nothing and swung it. The slab smashed through two bodies at once, pulverizing ribs, reducing one skull to slurry. The counter hit the floor and shattered into chalky dust.

He didn’t look back.

“Stay with me,” he growled in his hybrid Lycan form, his voice unsettlingly low and vibrating. His hand stayed locked around Vex’s wrist, iron-tight, anchoring her to him as he dragged them forward, but somehow gentle enough to not cause her pain.

The front of the club was a bottleneck. A nightmare of bodies clawing toward the exit. Vampires were piling over each other, drawn by the night air, by prey, by the scent of blood already spilled outside.

Dom bared his teeth.

He charged.

A vamp latched onto his arm, but Dom kept moving. Another sank claws into his side. He didn’t stop. He slammed forward, shouldering through the crowd, until he reached the doorway.

Then he turned.

He grabbed the one on his arm and ripped. The limb came free with a sound like tearing leather. He used it to club another vampire aside before snapping his jaws down and crushing a skull between his teeth. Blood sprayed. Bone cracked. He spat what was left onto the floor.

“Out!” he snarled, and shoved Vex through the doors.

Cold night air hit them like a slap.

The outside was no better.

The pavement was slick with blood. Lycans and vampires locked together in a brutal sprawl just beyond the entrance. He smelled them immediately. Tessa. Luther. Kessler. Casey. So much pain. Too much of it.

Dom stepped fully outside, placing himself squarely between Vex and the street.

Another vampire burst through the doors behind them.

Dom didn’t even turn. He reached back, caught it by the face, and drove it headfirst into the doorframe, causing brick to explode outward. The vamp collapsed to the ground in a heap.

Dom’s chest heaved once… Twice.

He tilted his head back and howled.

The sound ripped through the night. It cut through the chaos, carrying one clear message through blood and bone and instinct.

I’m here. Everything’s going to be okay.

He pulled Vex tight against his side, one arm around her, shielding her as his eyes locked onto the others regrouping near the fire escape.

They weren’t safe, but at least they were together.

And Dom planted his feet, blood dripping from his fur to the pavement, ready to tear apart anything that tried to harm any of them.

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

Faceclaim: Landon Liboiron // Color Code: B8533E

Full Name: Tyler Boone Jr. Nickname(s): Boone Age: 27; Born on October 28th (Scorpio) Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Patched Member of the Black Dogs MC Place of Residence: Lot #9 Shady Hills Trailer Park Family and Close Connections: Father: Sherriff Ty Boone Mother: Tara Boone (Deceased) Willow Fraser; old friend, ex gf, & kindred spirit Jolene Fraser; old friend, feels like a little sister The Black Dogs (will add specifics as other members get posted) Banjo the blue-tick coonhound; his best friend (more to come!)

Appearance:

◈Height: 6'3"
◈Hair: Unstyled and sometimes wild, shaggy brown hair that almost reaches his shoulders
◈Eyes: Blue with soft swirls of green and brown
◈Body Type: Tall, lean, and wiry.
◈Clothing Style: Layers mostly. He wears flannels, henleys, hoodies, faded tees, and heavy, straight-cut denim jeans (usual dark or faded) worn loose and broken in by use. Most importantly is is biker cut (think a classic, black leather vest with the MC's patches displayed proudly).
◈Body Markings: Boone has a Black Dog MC tattoo on his inner right forearm as well a few other tattoos, including a quote that reminds him of his mother. He has multiple scars standing as evidence of a hard life, including one under the right side of his bottom lip where he wore a lip ring during his teens. None of the visible scars are prominent enough to disfigure his appearance. However, there are scars that run down both wrists that are remnants from the hardest night of his life.

Personality:

He’s impulsive and reactive, often acting before thinking, but that recklessness comes from a deep-rooted need to protect himself and the people he cares about. Tyler feels things intensely and doesn’t always know how to sit with those emotions. He’s quick to distrust authority and outsiders, having learned early that parents, institutions, and promises wouldn't keep him safe.

At the same time, he’s deeply loyal and surprisingly tender with the few people he lets close. He has a strong personal code, even if he can’t always articulate it, and he struggles when his instincts conflict with his conscience. Tyler is kind by nature but a bit broken from the "nurture". He’s a survivor who reacts first and reflects later, carrying guilt, confusion, and a desire to belong that he rarely admits out loud. There is a certain kind of sadness that he carries with him in a way that causes his smiles... even the genuine ones... to never quite reach his eyes.

History:

History - TW: Child Abuse & Attempted Suicide

Tyler Boone Jr. grew up in a house that looked solid from the outside. His father was the Sherriff, they had a respectable reputation, and his angel of a mother smiled in public and kept things calm where people could see. Behind closed doors though, it was something else entirely. Tyler learned early how to read moods, how to stay out of the way, and how to endure without asking questions. The town saw a family that was fine, and no one looked closer. Because no one cared enough to.

The winter his mother died was one of the harshest Pines Holler had seen in decades. Ice locked the roads and the entire town’s power went out. Outside help took forever to come, and despite local authorities doing their best… They were overwhelmed. His mother got sick during that stretch, and she died before help could find them. Whether it could have been prevented is something Tyler has never fully answered for himself. By the time it was over, she was gone, and the house felt emptier than it ever had. His father leaned harder into the badge after that. Order…Control…Discipline. That’s what the man demanded, and was willing to go to lengths unimaginable to get those results. His father’s grief never softened the man, instead it turned his anger inward and then outward toward Tyler even more.

What Tyler remembers most from that winter other than his mother’s cold, sick body dying in his arms, wasn’t the sheriff’s department or the official response. It’s the Black Dogs. He saw them running generators, hauling supplies for people, clearing roads, keeping folks warm, fed, and accounted for when no one else could reach them. They didn’t ask permission, wait for clearance, or give a shit about payment. They showed up, stayed late, and did what needed to be done to make sure the community survived, even when it meant getting their hands dirty. It wasn’t all heroic, but it was practical, necessary, and more importantly… It worked. And that stayed with him.

By the time Tyler was a teenager, the weight of surviving in that house, the town’s willful blindness, and the quiet expectation to endure had worn him thin. His suicide attempt came from the exhaustion of it all. From feeling trapped inside something that would never change. Unfortunately, surviving the attempt didn’t bring him any real clarity or relief. It just left him standing on the other side, unsure of what to do with himself.

The Black Dogs didn’t try to save him or fix him, but they did give him a job in their shop where he learned the trade of a mechanic. They gave him space, and a place to be useful, which proved far more helpful than he could have imagined. With them, Tyler found something close to purpose… a reason to stay, to help keep things from falling apart the way they once had in his own house. It wasn’t long until he was offered a place as club prospect, and eventually patched in formally with the MC. He’s been a full-fledged member for about two years now.

Extra Facts // Headcannons:

◈REQUIRED: How does your character feel about the expansion/growth of Pines Holler? When he was younger, I think Tyler would have thought it sounded like a positive thing. But now, especially with the influence of the club, he understands the reality of how things operate more. He realizes that expansion always comes at a cost, and that really, it's just a way for the powers that be to line their pockets more and more. Growth like this is never simple, and often it's people like those in Shady Hills that get bled dry of every dollar they have.

◈(I will add more bullet-points later as we establish character relationships going into the story, and I will also flesh out his likes, dislikes, etc.)

◈His most prized possession is his old Harley Davidson Sportster 1200

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

Character Reservation:

Tyler Boone Jr. (Mid 20's)| Color: B8533E| FC: Landon Liboiron
Being the son of Pines Holler's Sherriff was something that Tyler was never going to be able to live up to. He's a fuck-up in the eyes of many, a man that wasted his academic potential and the gift of his father's good name. But like all things, the real story is far more complicated than meets the eye. For the first time in his life, Tyler believes that he's found purpose in the form of the Black Dogs MC. A cumbersome soul and a complex past muddies a man that truly has a good heart. Though who and what he'll truly turn out to be is only a question that can be answered with time.

Pines Holler - A Small Town SoL Sandbox RP [NOT Accepting]

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Ngl I kinda fuck with your idea a bit more. I mean, I love the idea I have for Fallen Angels and it could most certainly work (them being literal angels for PH) but the idea you came up kinda fits with the idea I presented, maybe even slightly better since it has folklore ties. Plus, we could even have to where each member, as it is with biker/gang culture, each have a dog/canine related nickname so it fits thematically. Plus x2 Black Dogs for a MC name? That's just badass!

@Altered Tundra

Yo thanks man! I'm totally down to run with it if you are.

Pines Holler - A Small Town SoL Sandbox RP [NOT Accepting]

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The long and short of it is the MC is called the Fallen Angels MC (though I'm open to renaming it to something maybe you were thinking of to make the name appropriately named). Given in this area (this is coming from @Sugar and Spite) the mc's are more guardian angels than outlaw bikers. Probably more in line with what a MC really should be about and not the gun-toting, drug-dealing kind we have been normalized. More about the community than anything else. I want them to have a somewhat long history in Pine Holler, so some of the more senior members are likely in their 50s and 60s. Some younger characters are, of course, welcome since there's always need for some prospects.

On that note, putting it out there for 1 of 2/3 characters I'm making:

Clive Evermore (AKA White Sugar) - 38 - FC: Max Thieriot. He is recently released from prison due to an assault charge but was let off after only serving 5 years of a 9 year sentence. He lives in the trailer park and is trying to find his place in the world again.

@Altered Tundra

Hell yeah! Thanks so much for the info, and I dig the character concept a lot as well.
I'd be down for the Fallen Angels tbh, but just for the sake of sharing I'll let you know what I came up with as well.
In Appalachian folklore, there are these myths about massive, supernatural Black Dogs. These dogs, often described as wolf-like with glowing eyes, are a staple of local legends, appearing as warnings before tragedy or as protectors, often linked to the boundaries between the living and the dead. So the idea was that it was the Black Dogs MC in honor of that legend, and the idea could still fit into your idea of what the club should be while also integrating some of the local folklore into the mix as well.

I did come up with a basic concept for what their patches could look like and stuff, but I'm not married to any of it.

Pines Holler - A Small Town SoL Sandbox RP [NOT Accepting]

@OsoIt's not mentioned anywhere but one of the characters I plan on bringing in as well as one that'll be mentioned by another is part of the same MC.

@Altered Tundra

Okay cool, I'd love to hear more about the MC. I was designing one based off some cool Appalachian myths, but the town is probably too small for two biker gangs I imagine lol.

Pines Holler - A Small Town SoL Sandbox RP [NOT Accepting]

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Love that! I've got a character who is apart of one too, so you're more than free to be part of that if you want! :)

@Altered Tundra

Oh fr? Did I miss that somewhere? I was designing one but I'm definitely down to take a look and see xD

Pines Holler - A Small Town SoL Sandbox RP [NOT Accepting]

I will be using Landon Liboiron as my fc :)

I'm thinking of having him be part of a biker gang / motorcycle club