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#deraccepted #Markus Kauffman

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Name: Amy Age: 30 (something. Shhhh! A Lady never reveals her true age! LOL!) Time zone: Central.

 It had been a long day. Having dead people constantly talking to you might SOUND cool, fun, or interesting, but it really wasn’t. What it was, was exhausting. Some of the ones she’d known for a while ‘got’ her ground rules and gave her privacy when she wanted and needed it, but were more than happy to provide advice and assistance as needed. The new ones. They were a pain in the ass. Constantly shouting at her, demanding things. She didn’t do well with being ordered to do things. Most of the time, she went with the flow, but when she’d reached her breaking point, enough was enough and she’d stubbornly dig her heels in and refuse to give in and do what was being demanded. Passive Resistant was what she’d decided on after taking several lengthy personality assessments and doing her own studying.

Right now, all she wanted was a soothing drink, soft music, and a good book. Slipping into her favorite little hidden gem of a used bookstore she made her way to a comfortable little alcove with a comfortably worn, overstuffed chair. Kicking off her shoes, she stretched her legs, propping her feet on the ottoman. This place, her bedroom, and the bathroom were the only places she DEMANDED to be left the hell alone unless it was a TRUE emergency. Luckily, she could trust the job of deciding such things to her old friends. Sometimes having a group of dead, slightly overprotective, ‘grandparents’ was damn useful.

Sipping the vanilla chai tea she’d gotten at a cafe, she pulled out her ipad. Plugging in earbuds, she relaxed to Loreena McKennitt’s soaring voice. Opening her Kindle app, she snuggled into the chair and lost herself in the highlands of Scotland in the late 1700’s. She was finally getting around to reading the Outlander series now that it was ‘popular’ again since the books were being made into a cable series.

If Heaven was any different than this, she didn’t really want to go.

#Deraccepted #india meadowes

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Name: Paige (Purrito)

Age: 24

Time zone: EST

Character Requested: Markus Kauffman

(Best read while listening to “Beast (Bioshock Infinite Edit)” by Nico Vega or anything by The Pretty Reckless…my personal favorite is Going to Hell but it is really all about the beat.)

His skin was on fire. The heat was everywhere and yet his vocal chords could barely make a sound. Finally two words made their way out his mouth. “Help me!” The sight of one of his own turning his back on his family burned Markus more than any of the flames that had engulfed him. Even years later it was this vision that he saw as he stared at nothing in particular, the usual laughter and energy surrounding him as the night life of New Orleans was just getting started.

He could feel the eyes on him; they were full of curiosity and lust. It bored him. They viewed him as this dark, mysterious creature but he all he saw was a means to an end, a drab necessity. They kept coming though, kept displaying their necks for him, as if he would turn them into his own little pets. No, he had made that mistake once before with the now permanent, annoying fixture in his life that was Bella. They did provide some entertainment and distraction in a way that was purely human though.

He motioned to one, she was small in stature but she had a look about her that was anything but innocent. He led her into the back, preferring to feed in private, and as soon as they were out of sight he had her pressed against the wall, his fangs bared. He could see that she was shaking, could feel her pulse beating faster and he chuckled. It was clear that she didn’t really want to be his pet that it was all a show, but it was too late now. She was here and he was hungry.

He ran his fingers across her skin, brushing them against her neck as he pushed the hair out of the way. “Relax, sweetheart.” He said in a low voice, nuzzling her neck. He could feel the vein pulsing beneath the sensitive flesh just begging for him to taste. “It’s going to be fun.” He chuckled as he felt her relax. “At least for me.” Those were his final words before he sank his fangs into her neck and the blood gushed into his mouth, pushing all other thoughts from his mind except the sweet taste of the warm liquid.

“Sir?” Markus froze, his fangs still in the young little thing pinned against the wall. He hated to be disturbed while feeding and he pulled away, glaring at the vampire who looked nervous and rightfully so. “You have one sentence to convince me not to rip your insides out.” He spat out, licking the blood from his lips and stepping back, the young girl sinking down to the floor. He was in a cruel and foul mood this evening and he cared about nothing but his own desires or he might have made sure she was okay.

He stared, impatiently, at the young vampire who spoke with a slight stutter when faced with such an ultimatum. “W-we found him.” As soon as the words were out of his lips Markus knew exactly whom he was talking about. Ezra. The evening was beginning to look up. “Well by all means, lead the way.” He said with a smirk. “Oh, and find Ursula. She will kill us both if she isn’t part of this.”  This reunion was 50 years in the making and Markus had been more than patient. It was time for his revenge, time for justice.

#Deraccepted #markus kauffman

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✖ MEAV LORING, ELEMENTAL, 21, MOLLY C. QUINN

❝THE INNOCENT, THE HELPER, THE VICTIM❞

✖ THE ROAD SO FAR↴

Méav Loring’s father was completely normal, unremarkable, ordinary orthopedic surgeon, her mother on the other hand had the gift of controlling air, who Méav had never known to ever have a job other than painting.  Her older twin brothers had the gift of controlling water, but both were in seventh grade by the time Méav entered the picture. As a child, with Méav’s disposition, most of the Lorings and their friends believed Méav’s destiny was to be an earth elemental, but who could say for sure until midnight on her eighteenth birthday?

Family legend had many different tales as to where the gift came from. Some said it was a blessing bestowed by a kindly member of the Sidhe; maybe it was a curse cast by a wicked enchantress, No one remembered where the gift came from, but wherever it was, the Loring family viewed it as a gift, others in Donegal didn’t seem to think so.

Whispers of the unnatural, witchcraft, and sometimes Satan worshipers seemed to follow the Lorings like a black cloud in the small port city as far back as anyone could remember, but they let it roll off them like waves. They were special, and no one had any proof, not that any of the Lorings intended to give them any; the last known “public demonstration” of the gift happened in the mid-eighteenth century, with only vague accounts remaining to hint at anything more than fairy stories. Besides, with the new popularity of things supernatural brought on by the success of Harry Potter and others, the whisperings were slowly fading, or so they thought.

The authorities called the fire the result of an electrical failure, but they quickly turned their attention to arson. They were right; the fire had been set by a group of teenage boys who had put a little too much stock into the whispers surrounding the family. The cause and the culprits behind it mattered little to the Loring family, when one of their members was in the hospital because of it.

Sixteen year-old Méav was practicing ballet the night a fire broke out on the west side of the estate, and by the time Méav was aware of it, it was too late.

First, there were the treatments for smoke inhalation, then the skin grafting from her mid abdomen down past her knees, and finally physical therapy was needed before Méav could return to normal life. She did so, living with the scars; both physical ones, the scars she wouldn’t let the world see, and chronic shortness of breath, as well as the physiological ones, the nightmares and the pathological fear of fire.

Two years later on Méav’s eighteenth birthday, she stood with a glass of water with a candle, wind chimes, and a clay pot with soil and a tiny seed inside, in front of her—one of these she would be able to manipulate and control. She had her heart set on the clay pot, but it was the candle that lit that night.

Méav panicked. She didn’t want this, this power that was dangerous and erratic. Her family wanted her to embrace it, but she couldn’t, she didn’t trust her powers or her ability to control it, she knew too well how dangerous fire was. She had to get rid of it, bind it, block it; no powers at all were better than this, but she didn’t have the means in Donegal. She left Ireland and over the next four years traveled places that she hoped might be able to help her.

She started in Glastonbury, England; then to Arizona, Nepal, India, and finally Lourdes, France. In every place she went there was an accident, someone hurt or dead, that was when she would run to the next new city, or to a new country. There had been little progress in controlling her powers and Méav knew she couldn’t return to Donegal with her powers still unpredictable, but where could she go? Back to the States to New Orleans seemed like a good idea, if anywhere in the world, might hold the answers Méav sought; besides New Orleans was a fresh start and promised solace from the so-called gift she feared.

✖ WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE ↴

naive, inexperienced, affectionate, wants to believe the best in others, extremely loyal, overly self-conscious, stubborn, impulsive, cheeky, emotional, guilt-ridden

✖ KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER ↴

BOWIE CARPENTED : (Friend/Accountability Partner)

Méav was in Arizona when they met. Bowie had been sent to kill her. The older woman couldn’t do it and instead took Méav under her wing. They haven’t seen each other since Arizona, but they have kept in contact throughout Méav’s travels. Bowie was who she called when the accidents happened. Méav has come to depend on Bowie when she needs help and trusts her with her secrets.  

EZRA: (Acquaintance/Tentative Friends)

Méav and Ezra met on a night when the vampire offered to walk the lost girl home. Both nearly died that night Méav almost as Ezra’s meal and Ezra by Méav’s fire magic brought forth by her fear. Méav isn’t sure what to think of Ezra, after that, nor if she wants to see him again, but the vampire might not give her a choice in the matter.

MAUSI: (Friend/Kindred Spirit)

She was drawn into Mausi’s gallery one afternoon and found a friend and someone who could understand her. Mausi is one of the few supernatural beings Méav has met. To Méav Mausi is an older brother one she feels closer to than the ones of her own blood.

OWEN LORING: (Estranged Brother)

When Méav was small, Owen was the brother whom she could play with, who taught her how to ride a bike and horse, how to fish and swim, and the most fun of all, Owen would take her driving around on his motorcycle. Méav adored him and his fun, wild ways. That was before the fire, before she received her powers, before she fled Ireland. Owen was the most adamant of her family that she simply needed to embrace her powers and that it was foolish to fight them. Owen didn’t understand her fears and hated that she would want to get rid of her magic. Méav left Ireland after a heated fight between her and Owen and the two haven’t spoken since she left.

✖ THE STATUS

TAKED BY LAURA

#molly c quinn #meav loring #elemetal #derbio #dertaken #female #ftaken #taken

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#derfollow

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Name: Nana

Age: 19

Time zone: Central Time

Character Requested: Ursula

Ursula had him wrapped around her little finger. Now all she needed to do was seal the deal. She laughed, shaking her head so that her red curls fell effortlessly around her shoulders. Reaching over, she traced his arm lightly with her fingertips. “I bet you say that to all the girls,” she smiled, deftly plucking his glass from his fingers and taking a drink, her lipstick leaving a smudge on the glass. She had a talent for making men fall to their knees are offer her the world. She loved that about herself.

The man shook his head. “No, really. You…you’re exquisite.”

"Stop," she grinned, swatting his arm lightly. She smiled, showing her teeth. God, but her mouth ached. She was so close: she could lean in and bite into his smooth, soft neck with ease, had she wanted to do so here and now. Ursula could almost taste it. But not yet. Soon.

The hotel bar was overdecorated in an attempt to appear sophisticated, when in reality the clientele consisted mainly of bored businessmen who were only too happy to talk to the beautiful woman who was the exact opposite of their faithful wives.

Ursula returned his glass to him and leaned in, her breasts brushing against his arm. “Do you have a room here, darling?” The man practically tripped in his haste to stand up from the bar stool. She took his arm, letting him lead the way to the bank of elevators, plastering herself to him once inside, whispering promises in his ear.

Once they arrived in his room, all her sweet words flew out the window as she attached herself to his neck, sweet, rich blood filling her mouth as she fed. Satisfied, she let him drop, crumpled against the wall. She hadn’t been able to make it to the bed, and honestly, she hadn’t wanted to get out of her dress. It was more than a little difficult to zip by herself.

That was what she had Markus for, of course. Smiling as she thought of Markus, she took her cell phone out of her tiny purse, quickly dialing his number.

"Hello, darling," she smiled, pressing the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she swiped her thumb along the corner of her mouth, licking a stray drop of blood from the pad of her thumb. "I need a pick up. You know how I feel about cabs, and I’m not walking all the way home in these shoes. What do you mean, which shoes? The ones you like so much. Now come get me before I get bored waiting for you to come and decide to find some other handsome man to take me home for the night."

Laughing at his response, she put her phone back in her purse and left the man’s room. She hadn’t even known his name. Not that it mattered, of course. Humans came and went. At best, they were temporary distractions. Not like vampires. Vampires were, in a way, forever.

Forever meant she had all the time in the world. And she had big plans for how she would spend her eternity.

#deraccepted #Ursula

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Hello guys!

The day is here! DARK ECHO will officially open today at 6pm EST.  Hope you guys are as excited as we are!!!

#modnotes #horror rp #vampire rp #mythology rp #fantasy rp #derupdates #werewolf rp #demon rp #opening day!

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BELLA OSBORNE, VAMPIRE, 30,  JENNIFER LAWRENCE

❝THE FANATIC, THE STRAYED, THE INNOCENCE LOST❞

✖ THE ROAD SO FAR↴

A definition of ‘home’ is a place offering security and happiness. Words that were wholly foreign to Julia Forbes in her earlier years. She didn’t know what love meant, she didn’t know how to laugh without looking behind her back to check and make sure she hadn’t been too loud. She never went outside and played in the park with other children because she wasn’t like them. Julia tried one time, and she was made fun of for her dirty clothes and greasy hair, something the other children found abhorrent. So she stayed in her house and played make believe, where she was in a world where nothing smelled like sweat, the dishes weren’t all cracked, and the chairs weren’t held together with duct tape. It took a lot of imagination, but she had years of practice.

Then it happened. The screams were so loud, it was a wonder the voices didn’t break with the high pitch. Lives were being taken just a room over—she could feel it. But she was safe in the closet; it wasn’t a place one would normally think to check when looking for human beings, especially little girls. That was the comforting thought that kept her calm despite the tears, but it was no good once the door opened. She didn’t raise her head to look at the figure above her until a rough, growling noise came out of his throat. Two glistening teeth dipped past his lips, and despite the fact he could—and almost surely would—snap her neck like a twig, she thought he was pretty. It was the only word her young mind could come up with. She liked the color of his eyes like Hershey chocolates; she liked the way his hair flopped across his forehead. So she touched him, marveling at how small her hand looked in comparison. It never registered that she shouldn’t, that he could kill her, that he was the man who took her parents’ life.

She asked him where her parents where. For a moment there was silence, until her name was asked, and her light voice replied “Julia.” It was then that the bond had been sealed. When he picked her up, she snuggled into his chest and squeezed her eyes tight, only vaguely aware that they were passing over a floor slicked with the blood of her parents. He brought her to his house and gave her a sorely-needed bath and some food, and for one moment, Julia thought that everything was going to get better. She had come to accept the vampires who had kidnapped her as her new family. She bonded with them in ways that made the rest of the children who were in her same position extremely uncomfortable, one in particular, a boy named Alexander. As she grew up and became a beautiful woman, one vampire took notice of her. his name was Garland, and Isabella found him beautiful beyond words. “He will turn me one day, I know it. He’s just waiting for the perfect moment”, she would tell Alexander every night.    

She woke up one night to Alexander screaming, grabbing her and taking her away. She watched in horror as the vampires she had grown to love were all slaughtered by a hunter, Cameron Scott. She hated the name the moment she learned it. Julia had difficulty learning how to live in a world without vampires, and so she was always searching for them to much of Alexander’s dismay.  Their relationship was weakened by her passion, or obsession, towards the supernatural. Suddenly, she was immersed in the world of vampirism and her gothic and rebellious nature caused her to lose her way. She visited every club that had the word vampire painted across it hoping to find Garland or someone just as beautiful. Her perseverance paid off when she finally found one who was willing to turn her. Markus was dark and mysterious, just like she remembered Garland to be. She came to him willingly, allowing him to feed from her in the hopes to be turned. When it finally happened, she left Julia behind and adopted the name of Isabella.

Alexander tried to save her, but she was didn’t want or care to listen. He just didn’t understand, and she could not forgive the fact that he was now friends with the animal who slaughtered their family. Isabella said goodbye to Alexander and everything about her human life and became completely devoted to her sire. 

✖ WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE ↴

Radical, devoted, stubborn, frenetic, irrational, impatient, playful, deceiver, eccentric, highly intelligent, volatile, hazardous, witty, curious, energetic, charming, fakes sweetness. 

✖ KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER ↴

MARKUS KAUFFMAN: (Sire/Lover)

When Bella first say Markus she couldn't believe her eyes. He was tall, dark, mysterious and of the fanged variety, just the way he liked her men. It didn't take long for Markus to notice her too, and she soon became his lover and eventually his childe. Bella loves him unconditionally, and would do anything for him.  

ALEXANDER CAIN: (Childhood Friend)

She knew Alexander had feelings for her, but she was always too busy with her obsession with vampires to give him the time of day. Alexander would irritate her with his overprotectiveness, making her feel smothered. Deep down she will always care for him because he was always there for her and he was part of her family. Alexander just lives in a different world, and until he comes to his senses and agrees to be turned, Bella can't have anything to do with him. 

CAMERON SCOTT: (Enemy)

Hate is not enough to describe her feelings towards Cameron, the hunter to killed her family and the vampire she loved. He destroyed everything and Bella wants nothing more than to watch him suffer. It was disappointing when she discovered Alexander was friends with this monster, something she will never forgive. 

URSULA: (Frenemies)

Oh, Ursula. She's the thorn on her side. She can't stand the idea of sharing Markus with anyone, especially her. She does a pretty good job pretending to be civil around her because she knows Markus hates it when they argue. 

✖ THE STATUS

OPEN

#bella osborne #jennifer lawrence #vampire #open #female #ofemale #derbio #deropen

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When does the RP officially open? Am I still able to apply now?

Officially, we open next Friday (the 13th) however, we are still accepting apps and will continue to do so after we begin. 

#tilliposts #anonymous #answered asks

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JAVIER ESTAVOS, HUMAN, 35, RODRIGO SANTORO

❝THE BELIEVER, THE INTELLECTUAL, THE WITNESS❞

✖ THE ROAD SO FAR↴

A New Orleans Native born to Brazilian immigrants, Javier has had a fascination with the supernatural from infancy. It was hardly a surprise, as his Mother was a Medium and his Father a church-sanctioned exorcist.  He grew up in a household where demons were discussed as frequently as the weather and where talismans, iconography and charms were commonplace.

Aged five he had seen a painstaking (and particularly difficult) exorcism that took nearly twenty nine hours to complete. The way the girl’s body contorted, the things that came out of her mouth...they were unnatural. Terrifying. But, his Mother assured him, he had no need to fear. They could protect him and, when he was old enough, teach him all they knew about defending himself from such horrors.

Watching his parents work, Javier could not help but be impressed. They were good people, pure of heart, who simply wanted the best for their community. They never gave up until a job was taken care of even when a case seemed impossible.

In his thirty five years, he has never once doubted the things he has witnessed.

When he came of age, he didn’t feel strong enough to take up his Father’s mantle as an exorcist and he was never bestowed with his Mama’s gift of sight. So he has contented himself with a life dedicated to the study, the examination, education and exploration of ‘The Other’.

Leading a class called simply ‘Supernatural Studies’ at the University of New Orleans has certainly raised eyebrows, but Javier is an expert in his field, the knowledge and consistency he has displayed time and again serving him well. There is very little he doesn’t know about mythology, the occult and supernatural law. Over the years, his name has repeatedly come up in various academic journals (along with meticulous articles) and he is very highly thought of in the scholastic community.

Although he believes in a thorough education for all of his students, and whilst he might be absolutely set on his own convictions, Javier is intelligent enough to know that he must come at his classes from a neutral (and purely philosophical) viewpoint. Even though he imparts valuable knowledge to those in his care (such as dispelling the notion that vampires have no refection, to cite just one example) he does not believe in claiming to have all the answers, or to be stating concrete fact.

It’s safer than way. The last thing he wants is to appear as some crackpot conspiracy theorist and risk jeopardizing the reputation he has spent the past ten years building from the ground up.  

With his easy charm, warm smile and friendly demeanour he is a favorite with staff and students alike. Recently though, the popular professor has been appearing worn out, if a little troubled. He has developed a fixation on Danse Macabre, the new underground theatre it’s almost impossible to get into.

Surely, the rumours must be mistaken. It can’t be that such a spectacle of the supernatural now exists out in plain sight can it? And, perhaps more worrying, if the tales are to be believed...what does that mean for the fate of mankind?

✖ WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE ↴

Passionate, focussed, well-educated, warm, charismatic, charming, mindful of those in his care, well-versed in the supernatural, above average intelligence, trustworthy, uneasy, driven.

✖ KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER ↴

ARIEL WINTER: (Acquaintance/Associate)

To say their relationship is explosive is putting it mildly. Just as his career was starting to take off, Ariel appeared demanding interviews, mocking his beliefs and twisting his words. Javier hoped never to have to deal with the vile woman again, but lately she turned up at his class appearing rather shaken. Against his better judgement, he agreed to help her on her quest to find definitive proof of the supernatural. Still, Javier plays his cards close to his chest, holding back the full extent of his knowledge. After all, fool me once...

KATIA FRANCIS: (Friend)

From the first moment he met Katia, the very first year he gave his class, he knew there was something special about her. When she came to him, revealing she was a benevolent white witch, he was hardly surprised. After his parents returned to Brazil, it's a comfort to have such a good friend with whom he can talk openly about everything. Not to mention, she is a valuable resource and connection to the other world.

SIMON DUVAL: (Student)

Ah, Simon. So much passion, conviction and fire. Javier worries that the boy's somewhat obsessive behaviour, desperation to prove there is something out there, will land him in a world of trouble. So he often schedules one on one seminars, just so he can check in. After all, if the boy did something stupid and wound up dead, well...he'd never forgive himself.

✖ THE STATUS

OPEN

#Omale #derbio #deropen #Javier Estavos #Rodrigo Santoro #male #open #human

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Do you take dc suggestions

We are always willing and open to work with a potential player on any changes they wish to make to a character, be it in terms of their bio or face claim. 

Or if you want us to write you up a whole new role...ask away! 

- Tilli

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Are you new to New Orleans? Check out our city guide!

#new orleans #city guide

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hii, so I'm slightly confused and I just thought I'd ask because it's starting to drive me mad but did you delete some posts and follows and stuff or am I thinking or a completely different rp because I think I may be thinking of a different rp but if I am someone's stolen one of your characters, if that makes sense?

No, we did not. We are in the process of revamping, but no follows have been deleted. I would very much appreciate knowing the group that you feel has plagiarized us, if you would be so kind.

Thanks for bringing this matter to our attention, we very much appreciate your help. 

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URSULA, VAMPIRE, 87,  SCARLETT JOHANSSON

❝THE MASOCHIST, THE JACKAL, THE SCORNED LOVER ❞

✖ THE ROAD SO FAR↴

When she was born, Ursula had long eyelashes and red fiery hair. She slept soundly, curled up under her mother's arm, her tiny chest rising and falling in a pattern her father had already begun to memorize. Her cupid bow lips formed a perfect pout and every now and then she suckled the air and he'd crack a smile at her innocence. Ursula was born into a family that wasn't poor nor was part of the filthy rich, but they got by comfortably. She was the youngest but in a family of eight; she was not the object of her parent’s adoration. She learned to walk at nine months. She never was a fan of peas and like most children her first word was dada. Her motor skills were above average as she could take a crayon to paper and scribble with ease instead of eating the waxy colored sticks.

She could buzz like a bee and bark like a dog. She had her mothers temper and a combination of both parents genius. She also had her fathers penchant for bugs and when they would go for walks in the morning she'd point out every bug they saw with a sweet smile. At one point her mother wanted her daughter to become a ballerina. Ursula was limber and thin, but she had no grace, none of the poise required from a ballerina. She was thirteen and started dating boys just to get out of the house.

They were a very close family, with church every sunday and a rosary around each member's neck. They were together, under one roof, under one faith. But as the children grew, they all were pressured to be the best. The best academics, the best athletes, the best dancers, the best at everything. But Ursula had other plans. She wanted to be a singer and she had quite a voice but her aspirations did not quite fit in with the path her parents envisioned. She was not the one to back down and eventually with dishes thrown and threats slapped against her face, she left the home in the middle of the night with her mother's light breathing and her father's rhythmic snoring as a song to her departure. With a suitcase full of clothes and a few tubes of makeup she boarded a train to London and quickly found a job working in Café de Paris. It seemed that things were going just the way Ursula had envisioned, and she was on her way to becoming a star.

One night, during a performance, a man sneaked into her dressing room and declared his undying love for her. He called himself his number one fan and he immediately proposed her hand in marriage. Ursula smiled and told him that even though she was flattered, she couldn’t accept his proportion, for she didn’t know him or felt the same way. The man was devastated, and he soon began to stalk Ursula. He would hide behind the shadows and follow her home, watch her every move and send her gifts to both the club and her apartment. When she finally confronted him after a show, the man became violent and attacked her. It was Ezra who heard her screams, and when he arrived at the scene, Ursula was being beaten almost to the point of death. Filled with rage, Ezra killed the man responsible and made the decision to turn Ursula into a vampire.

She was not welcomed into the coven with open arms, for Markus did not approve of her siring. “We don’t just pick whoever we want off the street and turn them into one of us. What the hell were you thinking?” Markus was angry, and punished Ezra for his disobedience. Ursula had to work hard to earn his approval but Markus would simply ignore her existence completely. ezra, however, tried to teach her what he knew about their kind and for a few years, the two were inseparable. That was until the fire. 

“We can’t leave them!” She screamed when he heard Markus begging for help. Ezra made the decision to sea himself and abandoned her there with Markus and the rest of the coven. For the longest time she could not believe it. Ezra, her father, her lover, her friend had abandoned her. Markus had fueled her resentment towards Ezra, but she could never really hate him. Still, the thought of seeing him again fills her with anxiety. Markus wants Ezra to suffer, and even Ursula wants nothing more than to have Ezra beg for forgiveness.

✖ WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE ↴

temperamental, self-destructive, sharp, resentful, chaotic, icy, resolute, menacing, seductive, jaded, desperate, perverse, critical, focused, consumed.

✖ KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER ↴

EZRA: (Sire)

Ezra saved her life after getting violently beaten and decided to turn her into a vampire. In the beginning, Ursula was resentful because he had made that decision without asking her and because she didn't feel welcome in Markus' coven. Soon, she realized that Ezra had seen something special in her and she started to feel more grateful and far less bitter. Ezra became a teacher, a lover, but most of all, a friend. Which is why his betrayal had hurt more than she could bear.

MARKUS KAUFFMAN: (Lover)

Their relationship started out rocky, for Markus didn't consider her worthy of being one of their kind. He thought that Ezra had been weak and had taken pity on her instead of thinking things through and choosing someone more deserving. After the fire broke and Ursula saved his life. Markus started to trust her and their relationship became sexual. They are both united by a common goal, to bring Ezra to justice. 

HARRY HOPE: (Acquaintance)

Harry is fun and finds the joy in many things. He is Ursulas' opposite, which is probably why she finds him so amusing. However, she can only take so much before his childish behavior becomes irritating and she has to threaten to stake him just so he'd stop talking. 

BELLA OSBORNE: (Frenemies)

Ursula is nice to Bella because of Markus, but deep down she really can't stand her sometimes. She just doesn't have the patience for it. The feeling, she has come to discover, it's quite mutual but they are both very good at pretending and often exaggerate their affections just to see which of them is a better actress. Yet, when all is said and done, Bella is family and Ursula would protect her against all odds, even if she'd regret it later. 

✖ THE STATUS

TAKEN BY NANA

#ursula #scarlett johansson #ofemale #female #derbio #vampire #Taken #dertaken

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KEZIA ODAM, ROMANI / NECROMANCER, 26, MILA KUNIS

❝THE CHARMER, THE UNFORGIVING, THE SISTER❞

✖ THE ROAD SO FAR↴

Kezia was born into a travelling Romani family, seeing more places in her tender years than many do in a lifetime. Growing up with a great sense of pride in her culture, coupled with the comfort that is offered by any strong family unit, her one greatest wish in the entire world was to have a sibling. A little one she could dote on and adore. In her heart of hearts, she hoped for a girl, but a brother would have his merits, she supposed.

It was just after her eighth birthday that her wish was granted. Her Mother bore a beautiful daughter that they named Nadya. The name, in their culture, meant ‘Hope’. It was the gift she gave to them all.

For two and a half years, they continued their peaceful existence. Now fast approaching her twelfth birthday, Kezia began to learn the secrets of their people at the knee of her Elders. The telling of fortunes. The reading of cards. The communion with the dead. This, it seems, was her talent. Necromancy, a rare gift indeed. Whilst still too young to realize her full potential, she was able to have extended conversations with those who had passed. One day, her Grandmama claimed, she may even be strong enough to control them.

It was a sense of such peace that filled her as she worked. Such pride. The way her Mama smiled at her, the pride in her Papa’s eyes...it was overwhelming. And the gift meant she would never be alone. Not if she didn’t want.

A week before she turned eleven, the world she had grown up in was forever ripped from her grasp.

The creatures were everywhere. Their teeth were sharp. Their eyes were black. Their claws were long. Supernatural beings, the likes of which had never so much as run into her tribe before were now ripping them apart. The air was thick with acrid smoke, the screams of the innocent forever burning into her psyche. Kezia saw her Papa’s head ripped from his body like he was an overgrown dandelion, her Mama gutted like a fish. All she could think about was Nadya. She had to get her out, had to get her away from all of this destruction.

Then everything when black.

By the time Kezia came to, the camp was destroyed, everyone was dead and her beloved little sister was missing. Whilst she felt a relief she was not amongst the bodies, fear for her fate gripped her.

The years passed, with Odam growing from a frightened young girl into a beautiful woman. Moving from tribe to tribe, never able to settle, she honed her powers, allowing those she had loved and lost to guide her. The path, after so much has come to pass, led her back to New Orleans, the city where the horror had started.

For Nadya is alive.

Kezia has only one wish left and that is to reunite with the sister that has been long lost to her. But it is not so simple, as Nadya (now called ‘Tiger Lily’) is surrounded by one of the oldest and most powerful Voodoo families in the South. It is they who Kezia blames for what happened that night. For depriving her of the only family she has left.

Nadya is her one hope in this world, and there is nothing she will not do to get her back.

✖ WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE ↴

Vengeful, determined, family-orientated, powerful, devious, angry, deceptively sweet, manipulative, superstitious, powerful, single-minded, witty, would die for those she loves.

✖ KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER ↴

NIKOLAI ROMANOV: (Friend / Flirtation)

Nikolai and Kezia met whilst he was staying with one of the families she travelled with in the hopes of learning about their own special brand of Magicks. Charming, vibrant and quick-witted, Kezia has always enjoyed a healthy flirtation and friendship with him. Coming back to the place all of her nightmares began isn't easy and it's a relief to know that at least she has a friend.

TIGER LILY ROSE: (Sister)

Nadya, or Tiger as she is now known, is Kezia's blood sibling. The one family member she has left. Watching her from a distance for a number of months has been so painful, especially as she has been raised with no knowledge of 'The Old Ways'. Kezia is determined to get her sister back one way or the other, whatever it takes, if only she can find a way to insert herself into her new life unnoticed. 

SIMONE TRUDAX: (Potential Ally)

Whilst Kezia can speak to the dead, reading minds is a gift that never quite took. Seeking out an ally that can aid her in any social situation, she was directed to Simone by her passed Grandmama. The girl is weak, she can see it in her eyes, easily broken and controlled. All the same, she is a powerful tool and one Kezia hopes will give her the upper hand.

✖ THE STATUS

OPEN

#kezia odam #ofemale #open #female #romani #other #necromancer #derbio #deropen

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HARRY HOPE, VAMPIRE, 69,  CHRIS PRATT

❝THE GOOFBALL, THE DEFENDER, THE SURPRISING❞

✖ THE ROAD SO FAR↴

1941 was the year everything changed.

Harry was working as a mechanic, head buried deep in the bowls of a car, when the radio announced the attack on Pearl Harbour. Hardly able to believe such a thing could have happened, he noticed immediately the palpable difference in the air. It was electric, an ugly cloud that had descended upon America.

They were now at war.

It was his duty to do his part. After all, his Pa had put in his time during the First World War, he was only too happy to answer the call of his country. So he was drafted, with all the other boys in the dusty little town that had been a home for so many years. Trained quickly and deployed, he saw combat in a handful of places he hadn’t even known existed. He had to acclimatize quickly to strange lands, strange food and stranger accents. It was during the battle of Tarakan, the final American effort, that he was mortally wounded.

June 20th, no less. Day before they won the damned thing, same year the war ended. He really did have the worst luck.

Harry knew he was dying when he was blown backwards by an explosive that claimed the lives of ten in his regiment. He lay there, broken and bleeding, scarcely able to move let alone cry for help. That night, those who dared picked through the survivors, rushing them to get medical aid. But Harry, buried beneath branches and the limbs of his brothers in arms, went unnoticed.

By all except Oscar.

A vampire who, like his Maker before him, found a degree of enjoyment in warfare, Scott was making his way through the remains of the battlefield when he came across Harry. He had been like him, once. Willing to throw his life away for a cause that now seemed so foolish. He could have left him there to die, but unable to refuse his pleas for help, he came to his aid.

Harry did not awaken for almost three nights, longer than the average fledgling. But when his eyes opened to his new life, he was away from the blood and the gore of battle, far away in Oscar’s lodgings. They didn’t stay in the East Indies for very long; after four years spent abroad, Harry was desperate to go home to his family.

Scott explained, as gently as he could, that such a thing was impossible. One cannot simply return to a former life. Angry, afraid and upset, Harry lashed out at his Maker, damning him to Hell for inflicting this curse upon him. So Oscar softened. They could, he conceded, watch from a distance to make sure his family were well. But they could have no contact with them.

Saying goodbye without so much as a hug or kiss broke Harry’s heart, but he got through it somehow. They moved on from the one horse town, exploring America for a number of years until they finally settled in New Orleans.

Oscar taught him all he knew about survival, about being a Vampire. Harry doesn’t claim to be any good at it, treating the whole thing like one big party. He was a joker in his human years and that’s carried over. Whilst his companion seeks out education and art, Hope’s idea of a good time is getting drunk and noodling around on the guitar. Eternity is a long time, after all. May as well live it up.

✖ WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE ↴

Funny, childish, musically talented, friendly, immature, kind-hearted, Southern gentleman, not one to take life too seriously, something of a manwhore, goofy, loyal to those he cares about to a fault.

✖ KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER ↴

WILLIAM WALLACE: (Friend)

William is Harry's one human buddy. He enjoys his company, unafraid to be himself. Will knows he's a vampire, but isn't especially bothered by the fact. Harry's even supplied him blood on a handful of occasions, if he's felt like earning an extra bit of cash here and there. He doesn't tell Oscar about that, though. No sense in worrying him. Besides, it's all in good fun and it's not like anyone is gonna get hurt...right?

OSCAR SCOTT: (Best Friend/Maker)

Whilst their relationship might have got off to a somewhat bumpy start, Harry couldn't imagine life without Oscar. Honestly, to the outside world they seemed like brothers, beyond comfortable in one another's company. Truth is, although he'd never say it for fear of looking soft, there is no-one Harry loves more and he'd do anything to protect his Maker.

URSULA: (Crush)

When you hit the bars as frequently and as hard as Harry did, you're bound to run across others of your kind. Especially in a place like New Orleans. He met Ursula shortly after their arrival and has barely been able to get her out of his mind ever since. She's gorgeous, funny and (he guesses) something of a demon in the sack. Sure she only has eyes for Markus right now, but women are fickle. Things change. Maybe, if he hangs on in there, she might one day send some honey his way.

✖ THE STATUS

OPEN

#Vampire #Male #Chris Pratt #Harry Hope #Omale #Open #Derbio #Deropen

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NATALIE 'TITCH' KEYES, HUMAN, 18, KAYA SCODELARIO

❝THE SPOILED, THE PARTY GIRL, THE BITCH❞

✖ THE ROAD SO FAR↴

Natalie grew up with every comfort she could ever wish for.

With her Father being a pioneer of local business and her Mother a well respected socialite, she wanted for nothing as a child. Indeed, she was spoiled, pampered and indulged…by everyone except her parents. Rather than being happy in their stately manor, amongst all the finer things money could buy, Natalie (or ‘Titch’ as she came to be known, thanks to her delicate structure) found true joy when she was around her best friend and confidante, Tiger Lily Rose. The two were practically inseparable from childhood, the differences in their class having no impact on their relationship.

Not at first.

Although Tiger’s family used to fascinate her, she has come to question a lot of things as she’s grown older. Things that, at one time she would have sworn she’d seen, now seem to make such little sense to her. Then there’s her adopted Mother’s devout belief that she is actually able to do Magic. Something seems off to Titch, but with so many sycophants who want the popularity being friends with someone like her would afford them, she knows Tiger is the most trustworthy person in her immediate social circle. Whilst that is not to be sniffed at, she doesn’t want to end up tarred as some weirdo.

Rather than abandoning her friend, she has decided instead to ‘help her’. In the recent months she’s managed to get Tiger to dress less bohemian and more fashionable. The two have also experimented with a variety of drugs and have recently become the proud owners of a couple of fake I.D’s.

Titch is not the sort of person who is used to hearing the word ‘No’. In fact, the sky is absolutely the limit. With youth, beauty and a platinum credit card on her side, there is very little she can’t get if she sets her mind to it.

More recently, she’s started to fixate on Django, Tiger��s estranged Uncle. He’s not only a Cop but he’s also gorgeous. Plus he’s the kind of guy that would make her parents (who seem only to circulate within their own race) squirm in their Prada. What’s not to like?

Just because she has a crush though, isn’t to say she’s off the market. Titch knows she’s gorgeous. But looks fade and she wants to exploit it for as long as she can.

A lot of who she is though, the spoiled, vain, bitch, is an act. Beneath the superficial layers, Natalie is a terribly frightened young woman. She’s seen things. Not just at Tiger’s either. Something is off about their town and she knows it. She can feel it in her gut. Still, she’s in no hurry to be carted off to the cuckoo’s nest, so she keeps her thoughts and feelings to herself.

The painful truth is, all she wants, more than anything else is the support and stability a parent is supposed to provide for their child. One that she has always been denied.

✖ WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE ↴

Manipulative, two-faced, lives to party, more delicate than she will ever admit to, trust issues, lost, smarter than she acts, precocious, something of a Lolita wannabe, cunning. 

✖ KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER ↴

TIGER LILY ROSE: (Best Friend)

Tiger Lily and Natalie have been best friends for just about as long as she can remember. Ultimately, when the chips are down, Titch knows she can count on her sister in all but blood for anything. Their relationship has shifted recently though, with Keyes taking on a more dominant role. She wants to have a good time, to live it up as much as they can while they are still young and beautiful. Really, what's wrong with that?

DJANGO ROSE: (Crush)

Whilst she knows chances of anything ever happening are probably zilch, Natalie still fantasizes about the possibility that Tiger's gorgeous big brother might one day see her as more than just a kid. After all, Natalie has always liked the finer things in life and, in her opinion, they don't come much finer than Django.

TEDDY TRAVERS: (Friend)

Titch met Teddy at a house party shortly after she'd turned sixteen. In fact, it was he who offered up the nickname, as she was so petite. Since then, they have fooled around a handful of times, but Natalie has never been overly interested in pursuing a commitment from Teddy. Long as he keeps supplying her with the drugs she needs to have a good time. 

SPUD MCKENZIE

Spud is about the only person Natalie's ever met who is as fond of partying as she is. Over the past few years, they've often run into one another at the same haunts and share a friendly bit of banter back and forth. As with Teddy, she has no idea he is a Werewolf, just that he's a fellow teen who enjoys a good knees up.

✖ THE STATUS

OPEN

#natalie keyes #kaya scodelario #human #ofemale #female #open #derbio #deropen