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*   vittoriavittoriamio.

Victoria admittedly was not one for creativity. However, Halloween was a very special occasion in Fairview so it would be rude of her not too dress up. She had elected to dress as a stereotypical vampire. Tacky collared cape, flowing trumpet sleeves, lacy faux-corset, weird spider-web patterns and all. However, her fangs were authentic- she drew the line at putting disgusting cheap plastic over her teeth.

She figured that Luciens party, being populated by mostly vampires, might share her sense of humour. And so she sat comfortably among the party guests - swirling a margarita in her glass and giving an almost amused look to the approaching party-goer.

“Happy Halloween,” she greeted “fun party, wouldn’t you say?”

ALL  HALLOWS  EVE  ---  a  night  for  the  monsters  who  lurked  under  the  bed,    marred  only  by  her  name  perched  near  the  top  of  the  ever  growing  suspects  list.   thigh  -  highs  graze  mid  -  creamy  thigh,   corset  pulled  just  a  hair  too  tight.   the  horns  and  tail,   glittery  and  fire  -  engine  red,   are  nice  finishing  touches   ---   if  they  want  her  to  be  the  devil,  the  devil  she  will  be.

she’ll  give  lucien  credit   :   it’s  a  fairly  decent  party,   though  for  the  vampires  in  town,   it  felt  like  one  of  the  few  options.   it  wasn’t  as  though  they  were  too  high  on  anyone’s  ‘ welcomed  company ‘  list  these  days.  to  each  their  own,   though.

at  the  greeting,   heeyoung  glances  around  the  room.   a  tad  tacky,  for  her  personal  tastes,  but  a  good  time  nonetheless.  lucien  gets  an  a  for  creativity.   ❝   depends  on  your  definition  of  fun,  no  ?   ❞   she  asks,  head  cocked  to  the  side.  it’s  sickeningly  sweet,  voice  pitched  on  the  verge  of  too  innocent,  too  naive.   ❝   if  circus  peanuts  and  ring  leaders  are  what  get  you  all  hot  under  the  collar,  this  must  be  like  christmas  for  you.   ---   he’s  the  only  person  in  town  who  wants  us  here.   ❞

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*   krudelis.

❛ obviously, you didn’t do it. you’re not that sloppy. ❜  he’s been around her for what felt like forever, he knew how she operated. leaving a corpse out in the open like that ? victim being the child of her boss, to add on top of it all ? it didn’t sound like something she would do.  ❛ not that i would’ve said anything if you did. it’s kind of impressive, going after a vanderbilt. ❜  

VULNERABILITY   ---   hardly  her  strong  suit.   yet,   with  him,   the  meticulously  crafted  facade  cracks,   a  glimpse  to  her  weak  points  exposed.   five  years  is  nothing  in  comparison  to  a  damned  eternity,   a  drop  in  the  overflowing  bucket  of  her  seemingly  endless  life    ---    it  was  enough,   though,   for  him  to  nose  his  way  in.   ❝   you  might  be  the  only  one  who  buys  into  that.   ❞    her  laugh  is  mirthless,   forced  out  between  clenched  teeth.   fear  is  unbecoming  on  her,   out  -  of  -  place  on  girl  who  appeared  to  have  not  a  care  in  the  world.   still,   it  permeated    ---    innocent  until  proven  guilty  was  a  myth.   she  was  guilty  until  they  told  her  otherwise.    ❝   philip  .  .  .    whoever  did  it  was  stupid    &    you  know  it.   they’ll  turn  every  rock  over  looking  for  who  did  it.   they  won’t  rest  until  .  .  .   what  if  they  just  want  a  witch  to  hang  ?   what  if  it  doesn’t  matter  who  actually  did  it  ?   ❞

#* interactions. #* interactions : p. dwyer.

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*   vulpc.

⊰ @namheeyoung ⊱·

date: september 24, 03:14 pm. location: somewhere in town.

BEING A ZHAO meant being in the loop. even unintentionally, gossip still flew around him to make it impossible for andrew to not know the comings and goings of the town. and as his dad would say, that was indeed for the greater good of fairview and the zhao family.

and as much as he didn’t know where he was going to go with it, it didn’t stop him from enjoying the information that he had. being well aware of the things that happened around you meant that there was more of the world that you could hold on your palm. 

perhaps, though, seeking out a murder suspect was not the best use of said knowledge. yet, when he spotted nam heeyoung across the street, a plan formulated in his head. heeyoung wouldn’t be able to hurt him in broad daylight anyways — too risky, especially since she was part of the law firm christian vanderbilt worked in. his eyes met hers as he strolled towards her.

“you didn’t do it, did you?” he blurted out.

EVER  THE  SUSPECT    ---    an  unfortunate  burden  of  sorts  to  always  be  assumed  guilty.   the  undead  have  a  way  of  making  some  feel  queasy,   on  guard.   once  upon  a  time,   she  took  pleasure  in  it,   reveled  in  the  power    &    control.   now,   with  the  cops    (   &   every   wanna  -  be   detective  in  town   )   sniffing  around,   she  thinks  twice   ---   watches  her  back.   the  things  people  will  do  to  just  survive. 

lips  purse  when  he  approaches,   eyes  sliding  down    &    up    &    back  again  to  give  him  the  signature,   thorough  once  -  over.   she  bites  back  a  laugh  at  his  question    ---    the  son  of  her  boss  ?    how  foolish,   how  stupid  would  she  have  to  be  ? 

❝   you’re  sick,   you  know  that  ?   ❞    she  asks,   chin  lifting  as  she  straightens  her  spine.   ❝   you  really  think  i  would  kill  lucius  vanderbilt’s  son  ?    ---    you  really  think  i,   of  all  people,    would  kill  christian  ?   ❞    sure,   christian  probably  had  it  coming    ---    the  ones  who  couldn’t  be  bothered  to  make  it  out  alive  usually  did.   but  this  time,   the  blood  wasn’t  on  her  hands.      ❝   lay  off  the  infowars  conspiracy  theories   ---   it’s  not  a  good  look.   ❞

#* interactions. #* interactions : a. zhao. #WHEW........... things are heating up in the middle of the street

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❝   Before you ask . . .  I swear,  Philip,  I didn’t do it.   ❞         /     @krudelis

#* interactions. #* interactions : p. dwyer. #pay attention 2 me thot

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❝   How  sad  .  .  .   ❞    A  Vanderbilt  boy  dead  and  the  whole  world  stops spinning  on  the  axis,  halted  .  .  .   paused.   It’s  enough to  make  her  skin  crawl,   if  only  because  the  police  have  come  sniffing  around,   guilty  until  anyone  can  prove  otherwise.   If  they  think  a  vampire  did  it,   a  vampire  did  it,   whether  a  vampire  did  it  or  not.   ❝   They  really  think  one  of  us  did  it,   as  if  any  of  us  could  be  that  pitifully  stupid.   ❞          /     @svlene

#* interactions. #* interactions : k. selene. #whew !

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*   vittoriavittoriamio·.

Victoria’s fingers dropped one-by-one onto the table top, tapping out a slow rhythm. Her free hand was being used to prop up her chin, occasionally tapping her pointer finger on her jaw. Hearing footsteps, she looked up to greet her company with a friendly smile.

“Quite the week we’ve been having isn’t it?” She asked conversationally, leaning towards them.“I mean, I go on one vacation and return to find that one of the Vanderbilts has been murdered! Such a shame isn’t it?”

❝   A  shame ?   ❞   The  question  tumbles  from  ruby  -  lacquered  lips  before  she  can  be  bothered  to  think twice,  an  eyebrow  arching.   It  would  be  easy  to  feign  shock  or  concern   ---   though,   he  probably  had  it coming.   They  always  do.   ❝   Sure,   it’s  a  shame  .  .  .   if  that’s  what  you  want  to  call  it.   ❞

#* interactions. #* interactions : v. bright.

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*   avery-ngo·.

“Hey! Hey, wait!” Avery shouted and waved her hands in the air. She finally caught up with the person in front of her at the party. Once she caught up to them, she let out a breath. “Hey, sorry to bother you,” she whispered. She glanced back and then grabbed a hold of their arm. “Just play along and act like we’re friends or something.” She really did not want her sleazy ex to start shit at a place like this. Out of the corner of her eye, she tracked her ex as they found their way through the crowd, obviously looking for her.

Oh,  to  be  young  and  feel  love’s  keen  sting.  An  eye - roll  accompanies  a  smile  saccharine  sweet,  curling  the  corners  of  her  lips  upwards,  as  unsettling  as  it  is  unassuming.   ❝   I’m  sorry . . .  do  I  look  like  the  help  ?   ❞    She  lifts  her  chin  in  the  direction  in  her  line  of  sight,  resisting  the  urge  to  flag  down  the  perpetrator  just  for  a  little  amusement  at  an  otherwise . . .  dull  party.   ❝   Tell  them  to  get  lost,  hm  ?  It’s  not  hard.   ❞

#* interactions. #* interactions : a. ngo. #please forgive this weirdo......... shes. a weirdo :/

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FULL NAME: nam heeyoung  AGE: twenty - six / one hundred - six. PRONOUNS / GENDER: she / her / cisfemale. SPECIES: vampire. HOUSING: a quaint one - bedroom apartment in halkirk, rent paid in cash on the 1st of every month.

FAMILY:

having been born an only child and turned soon after her 26th birthday, heeyoung outlived her parents and most close relatives. while her biological family is unfortunately no longer given the nature of her supernatural status, she surrounds herself with acquaintances to form what she dubs a ‘ found family. ‘

BACKSTORY

heeyoung born to two well - meaning, though slightly over - protective parents in a small town just outside of new york city in 1912. having come to the country shortly before 1910 -- notable for the immigration halt -- her parents ran a restaurant to make ends meet, often teetering a baby - talking heeyoung in one harm while carrying a plate with the other. though her parents were often busy, a side effect of running a business, she grew up loved, always sure of her importance in her parents’ lives. for all intents and purposes, she was their princess, and their modest home was a modern, albeit modest, castle.

though it likely wasn’t her parents’ intention, heeyoung grew sheltered in the confines of the family business. when she was old enough to work, she began her shifts at the restaurant and was left with little time to enjoy simply being a kid. her youth came and went, but that child - like innocence, a product of her upbringing, remained. it would break her parents’ hearts if she were to ever leave, their only daughter and hope for continuing on the family legacy running out, but she longed for the freedom outside of four-walls and a town that felt stifling. what was a princess with a castle, without a prince?

he was a customer, blonde and blue - eyed and everything that her father, in all of his wisdom, was careful to remind her to stay away from. he was dangerous, aloof with a grin and a sly glance. it began as a tryst, his visits becoming routine and the notes passed back and forth, dropped on the table with whatever scraps they could find. she never questioned skin that was cool to the touch, the way he only ever seemed to pick at his food. she never questioned the ring, glinting in the sunlight like a secret. for the first time, she felt hopeful that there was something else out there, something beyond the known. he promised her forever and she never asked twice. 

her poor parents bawled and begged when she told them about the boy who promised her forever, promised to whisk her away and make for a better life. he’d come into some inheritance, and they’d have to lay low, but it was something more... something better than a stationary life going nowhere fast. her father kissed her forehead, both her cheeks while her mother’s hands clasped one of her own, and reminded her that promises could be broken -- that things weren’t always what they seemed. that their princess, their precious princess, deserved only the world and she ought to be sure she was going to get it. 

she signed on the dotted line without a second thought, chin upturned and neck exposed. he bled her dry soon after her 26th birthday, stilling the clock and stilling her heart. when she awoke, thirsty for something she couldn’t bring herself to name, the realization of what she’d done begun to sink in. and when he told her this was the end of the line, that she’d served her purpose to him only days later... he stilled her heart and broke it all the same.

the years after blurred. she supposes she’s one of the lucky ones, one of the lucky ones who’d managed to find their way without their maker’s guiding hand. he’d disappeared without a trace, though she’d never stopped being haunted by that head of blonde hair and that sick, sick smile. it wasn’t long before the need for revenge began to bloom and flower in her chest, the idea of what she would do if ever presented the opportunity taking root in her mind. she savored the thought, the possibilities. he’d destroyed her deepest desires, made a joke of her wildest fantasies. he’d taken and taken and taken until there was nothing left to give, until she’d left her mortality lying at his feet. gone was the sweet little girl who’d wanted nothing more than to be wanted, nothing more than something more than the hand she was dealt. how could she be blamed for the desperation to make him pay when he’s the one that created this monster?

PERSONALITY:

heeyoung is incredibly blunt, veering on abrasive ruthlessness, and rarely with good intentions. she lacks the ability to believably sugar - coat her words, preferring a direct and often painful approach. while she attributes this to her hatred of ‘beating around the bush,’ her intentions are frankly more sinister: she enjoys coaxing the brief crest-fallen looks that come with every well - timed low blow, enjoys the downcast eyes and somber air. she refuses to handle others with kid gloves, and after all, the world never sugar-coated itself for her.

she’s manipulative in nature, often employing others to do her bidding for her. she thrives on chaos of her own creation to cure her boredom -- she doesn’t seem to understand that just because you can, doesn’t always mean that you should. she enjoys exerting her will on situations and she relishes the control. neutral evil at best, chaotic evil at worst.

her ability to conceal her emotions often leads to others not quite being sure what to expect. what’s going on in that pretty little head of hers? what is she thinking? what is she feeling? the air of mystery is so carefully constructed, the girl she once was -- the girl who longed for happiness and freedom, the girl who longed for something so much more -- concealed by a grim facade. in truth, her personality is a myth, a survival tactic. it’s unclear if that little girl so desperately naive still lingers somewhere down deep, and even more unclear if that girl will ever make an appearance again. 

NICKNAMES?

if you’d like to keep your head, no nicknames allowed. however, if you’re feeling particularly daring and want to press her buttons, spin the wheel and see if she responds. 

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES?

devoid of tattoos and piercings other than the standard ears, there’s nothing particularly distinguishing about her, save for a small mole at the outer edge of her left eyebrow.

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS?

heeyoung is careful to always hold herself at arms’ length. while she’s had the occasional tryst throughout her life, her motivations have stemmed from a place of boredom rather than genuine desire for a relationship. though it’s been over a hundred years since the betrayal that changed her life, her supernatural identity serves as a constant reminder of what she went through. a romantic relationship would nearly require an act of god, a bond that awakens the part of her she’s longed to keep at rest -- relationships with mortal beings are fleeting, temporary. and the last person to promise her forever... well, you can see why she’s not keen on it.

LIKES / DISLIKES?

heeyoung is quite the fan of mystery. not only a good novel, but also in the way she presents and carries herself. she prides herself on being always out of reach, on having at least one card tight to her chest. she derives pleasure from being a woman unknown -- the girl known by everyone and yet, known by no one. in addition, she loves a good horror movie and a quiet night in. she wouldn’t say no to a little chaos, either. she has a taste for luxury items, though never overly extravagant or flashy -- she prefers understated to overstated. and of course, a little fresh blood seems like a no - brainer. 

her dislikes are a never - ending list of pet peeves. account for the usual “talking with the mouth full” and add the curve - ball “messy feeders.” she hardly tolerates fakeness, with a hint of irony given that much of her appearance to the world is a facade. boredom is impossible to deal with. 

FRIENDS?

bold of anyone to assume she has friends.

BIGGEST FEAR?

her biggest fear is simply... what happens when it’s over? so much of her life has been dedicated to extracting revenge on what had been done to her, on finding her once lover and forcing him to pay for his crimes. so what happens when it’s over? where does she go, what will she do? without that drive, what else is left? she fears the inevitable sense of emptiness where the fulfillment should be. because while this thing feels so big, so overwhelming, so huge in her life... it’s so small in the greater aspect of her eternity. and so she grapples with what will happen when it’s over, how she’ll feel and what she’ll do. 

it’s something she’s never told anyone. it’s something she barely wants to admit to herself. 

SECRETS?

her biggest secret parallels her biggest fear. it’s so heavily intertwined that one cannot be separated from the other. she refuses to allow anyone to know just how closely her vulnerability lies to the surface.

IN LOVE?

heeyoung’s been in love once. nothing more, nothing less. no one had caught her eye before him, and she’d never allow herself to fall for someone after. the first and only time cost her her mortality -- she’s not interested in seeing what the price would be next time.

while she’d say that her heart isn’t broken, she’s never allowed herself to fully grieve what was lost -- her heart broke the day she woke up alone, immortal and damned, and it’s never recovered. her desire for revenge sat in the space where the hurt should have been. it was easier to be angry, easier to hate than it was to mourn. to an extent, though she’s so far removed, her heart still is a little broken.

FLAWS?

her desire to keep everything hidden and remain a mystery. it’s impossible to let anyone in, because she’s terrified of getting hurt. more so than that, she’s terrified of losing someone after allowing them into her life. she’s not interested in temporary and fleeting things -- allowing someone in for the lifespan of a human when her forever stretches far beyond feels pointless. additionally, her ruthless and manipulative nature, as well as her selfishness.

MEMORIES?

acutely, she remembers every aspect of telling her parents all about this boy who was going to whisk her away, make for a better life. she remembers lamenting on how he promised her forever -- their own little inside joke -- and how her parents had warned her, almost knowingly, to be careful, that things weren’t always what they seemed.

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*   krudelis·.

He could act surprised, fake confusion, play into her game. But it isn’t his style. Perks of being born into a wolf bloodline, he’d detected her the moment she turned the corner.  ❛ You’re too predictable for anyone to guess wrong, Heeyoung. ❜ Words hushed right back at the vampire, playful tone coating every syllable. To call her predictable is far more amusing than one might think, at least to him. Stronger hand pushes smaller ones away, head turning as to finally acknowledge her presence. ❛ By the way, if you ever want to sneak up on me, you might want to tone down the perfume. ❜

❝   Don’t  say  I’m  predictable.  That’s  insulting.   ❞   Lips  purse  in  a  mock  -  pout  as  she  feigns  fleeting  disappointment.   He’s  impossible  to  surprise,  the  perks  and  cons  of  being  something  other  than  merely  human.  Wherever  she  goes,  he’s  two  steps  ahead,  never  daring  to  fall  behind.  She  doesn’t  blame  him.   ❝   Next  time,  play  along.  Stroke  my  ego,  Philip.   ❞   She  lets  her  hands  be  pushed  away,  smirk  curling  at  the  very  corners  of  her  lips  as  he  turns  to  face  her,  but  it’s  only  a  moment  so  brief  before  her  nose  wrinkles.   ❝   Did  you  seriously  just  tell  me  that  I  smell  ?   ---   I  thought  I  was  supposed  to  be  the  unassuming  rude  one.   ❞

#* interactions. #* interactions : p. dwyer.

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❝   GUESS  WHO  ?   ❞    her  voice  is  the  only  giveaway,   a  dead  ringer  of  sorts,   as  she  slides  her  hands  over  philip’s  eyes  from  behind,    lips  pursed  at  the  shell  of  his  ear.   ❝  three  guesses  &  your  first  two  don’t  count.  ❞          @krudelis

#* interactions. #* interactions : p. dwyer.

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i love sacrilege and i do enjoy some blasphemy from time to time, it is all very sexy

#* what prayers do we say when we think god is not listening?