Just another of the Forsaken

Vince Vaughn 794 years old. Hybrid Originals. But not like the hybrids you know of. They're half vampire, half demon. (Main character on the blog. Vee and Maeve are available by request) Ability for Vince and Vee: Intangibility Ability for Maeve: Weather manipulation ((OC RP account. Please read the information first. Note: These characters are still in development because of recent changes.))

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⊰ indie superman rp ⊱

                ❝  Live as one of them, Kal-El, to discover where your strength                     and your power are needed. Always hold in your heart the                     pride of your special heritage. They can be a great people,                     Kal-El, they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the                     way. For this reason above all, their capacity for good, I have                     sent them you… my only son. ❞ — Jor-El, Superman: The Movie

✖  multi-verse; single ship per verse ✖  rp style: open to all thread types ✖  au & crossover friendly ✖  reliatively oc friendly ✖  selective follows, ploting, ect ✖  nsfw & triggering content tagged when applicable ✖  mun is of age; muse is of age ✖  verses: Superman Returns, Man of Steel, Smallville, The New 52!,                   DCnU/616 crossover 

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On The Prowl || Vince & Anna

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Adrianna felt herself being pulled under his spell—or something. She couldn’t exactly tell what it was. Discomfort, and yet paradoxical safety. Almost without meaning it, she felt herself nodding, “Right, I’ll—uh—just follow me.”

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"Tha's wha' ah tho'." He murmured under his breath, following her slightly, looking around for an alley to pull her in to, his eyes flashing black quickly as he looked away, feeling his own self-control wearing away slightly.

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On The Prowl || Vince & Anna

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"High strung?" she scoffed. "I’m not high strung, I’m just sober — not that that’s any of your business — and I don’t like going off with strangers." Cerulean eyes tried to break free from their contact, but finding little success. A wave of confusion seemed to hit her as she struggled with herself, her normally impeccable resolve seeming to fade without explanation.

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"'M no' a stranger, though." He returned, feeling himself getting more control over her, deciding to drop bigger ideas on her. "An' it would be much easier if you just took me to the bar. Maybe had a drink." He added, looking her in the eyes, keeping his grip over her control, tightening slightly.

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On The Prowl || Vince & Anna

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She blinked, struggling slightly to maintain her resolve despite everything in herself. “I already told you the directions. Not my fault if you can’t figure it out from there. It’s literally right there. Like, if you miss it, you’ve got bigger problems to worry about than a lack of alcohol. And like I said, I stay away from bars.”

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Vince didn't like this in the slightest. It was too light out for him to force her to come with him. Too many witnesses. Gritting his teeth slightly, he forced a smile, "If ya say so, lass. I just thought maybe you could do with a drink with how high strung you seem to be." He added, looking her in the eyes, trying to keep compelling her, trying to get a better grasp over her control.

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On The Prowl || Vince & Anna

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Adrianna narrowed her eyes at him, attempting to determine whether or not to trust him. It was still light out, and she had no real reason to suspect him of fowl play, aside from being a stranger, but still her gut told her to stay put. “I’m supposed to be meeting someone,” she retorted, although the words came out harsher than expected. “Besides that, I try to stay as far away from bars now as possible.”

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He held back a growl at her comment, not enjoying how difficult she was being. Shifting to look her in the eyes, his tone shifted slightly, compelling her, "Come on, lass. Whoever you're waiting on can wait for you, right? Help me get to the bar."

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On The Prowl || Vince & Anna

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"A bit early to be drinking, isn’t it?" You’re one to talk. “None of my business. Anyway, the nearest bar is just down the street — go to the end of the block, cross left and it’s, like, right there. It’s not the best, though. It’s really loud and there’s always some creep—” She paused, looking him up and down. “Never mind. That probably won’t be an issue for you. Their beer on-tap is questionable, but the vodka is great.”

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"Never too early to start drinking, lass." Especially when it takes a hell of a lot to get drunk. He smirked, chuckling quietly, "Ah tend to no' have too many issues with creeps... 'Fraid ah'm not too good with directions, either... Mind just showing me the way there?" He asked, looking down at her, trying to make eye contact to compel her to do as he said.

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On The Prowl || Vince & Anna

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Adrianna stood leaning against a telephone pole, waiting for her now-very-late friend to arrive for their meeting. Her eyes glazed over as she watched kids playing nearby, only blinking back into focus occasionally to check her phone. She startled at the voice of a man behind her, her brows knitting together in annoyance. She sucked in a breath before turning to greet him, calming herself quickly. “Lass? Are you, like, Scottish or something?” The young brunette crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah, sure, I guess. Where are you headed?”

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The brief moment of fear as she was startled nearly caused his fangs to appear, keeping his mouth closed to keep them restrained. He would have plenty of time to show them off to her soon enough. "Ah am, actually." He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest in return, looking down at her. "An' ah'm looking for the nearest bar. Mind helping me out?" He asked, smirking down at her slightly.

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On The Prowl || Vince & Anna

Vince sat down on the park bench, his eyes closed as he focused on his nose, focusing on the scent of blood, listening to heart beats, trying to find someone who he thought would be fun for a little while. Maybe someone who he could have fun with for a much longer time. Phasing through the bench and the ground, he phased back up behind a young girl, grinning slightly as he looked down at her, holding back his fangs, "Lass. Mind helping me out with some directions?"

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"Oh?"  The small goddess became more menacing in her stance, eyes turning from silver to almost white.  "Don’t tempt me, young one."

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Vince held his ground, his eyes flickering black in return to her eyes' colour change. "Or else what, lass?"

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                ◤  ☠  ◢  ❝ i know  m a n y  things, mr. vaughn.                                       of course you’re located in my files.                                       hybrids, demons, vampires  —  i                                        could tell you every person like you. ❞

                                                     he called her out   —  could   s e e   that the                                                       person suit she wore —  p o o r  margot  —                                                        was a slipping face, a mask hiding a beast.                                                      still, war laughed, amusement leaking from                                                      her every pore.   —    he was smart.  c u t e .

                                 ❝ you’re right   —   i’m not   h u m a n .                                       poor   margot   though,   she   is.   a                                        little    h u m a n    girl  who  couldn’t                                        k i l l  her brother and let him  h u r t                                       her until it all ended,   oh yes.   she                                         is human.   but i’m eternal.   actually                                       i’ll give you a hint.  i’ve got a red bike                                       and three siblings.   when we meet,                                       everything   will   turn   to    a s h e s . ❞ 

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At the hint, Vince knew exactly what she was, and a slight smirk came to his lips, scoffing quietly. "You're War? Please for the love of God tell me that you've got a slightly more intimidating vessel for actual wars, and this meat suit is for some other reason. I'd hate ta think tha' War has become this weak lil' girl." He mused, not feeling anything wrong with taunting the Horseman- er- Horsewoman.

"Speaking of- why exactly are you the CEO of a business instead of out in some actual war?" He asked, looking down at her slightly, his eyes flickering black slightly, his arms crossed over his chest.

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She quirked a brow, expression hardening at the utter insolence.  ”Do you doubt me?”

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"More than you'd imagine." He returned, shooting a glare at her.

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                ◤  ☠  ◢  ❝ oh, my most sincere apologies then.                                       i, of course, meant no disrespect. ❞

                                                     the amusement in war’s eyes is almost                                                      e n o u g h   to be worth it  —  he was so                                                      c h i l d i s h .  bothered  by  a   s i m p l e                                                      insult her lips twist into a deceptive smile.                                                       a  push    —    that’s  all  this  one  needed.

                                 ❝ it’s all very tiring, mr. vaughn.                                       but that isn’t why you’re here.                                       no, no of course not. you’re                                       looking for something but i’m                                        afraid i don’t allow hybrids to                                        work in my facility without a….                                       l          e          a          s          h   . ❞ 

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Vince kept his temper under control a bit, knowing that there was something about this woman that she wasn't letting on. As cliche as it was- he could smell something off about her. Especially since she knew what he was.

"An' jus' how d'you know what ah am, lass?" He growled, glaring over at her, his arms crossed over his chest. "Better question- wha're you? Considering you're sure as hell not human." He added, calling her out on it, not even slightly amused about the leash comment.

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adifferentoriginal replied to your post:"Is that supposed to scare me?"

"An’ just how d’you know what ah am, hm?"

Eris tapped her temple.  ”I’m a god.  I know plenty.”

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"Sure, y'are." He returned, rolling his eyes.

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"Who do you think you are?"

Break the ice; have our muses interact!

                ◤  ☠  ◢  ❝ margot deville. i’m  s u r e  you’ve                                      heard    of     wayward sciences.                                       everyone has —  complaints that                                      made   the   news,  corporations                                       fighting  for  investment  control.                                      oh  i’m   s o r r y   this  might  be                                       too   over   your   head,    mister…? ❞

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Vince glared over at the girl slightly, arms crossed over his chest. "Vaughn. Vincent Vaughn. And it's hardly over mah head, lass." He returned, "I'm a tad bit smarter than ah let on at times." He added, a slight growl coming from his throat.

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When Dean heard the woman’s voice, the first thought that came to mind was one that was utterly intrusive and should have shocked him, but it didn’t. She had asked if he minded her taking a seat across from him and the first thought his mind produced was a death threat. Though he didn’t say it out loud, it had definitely been a knee-jerk reaction towards the woman. Perhaps something about her was worth being defensive about and so Dean was now on alert.

"Free country" he finally replied, after a moment of silence. "Name’s Dean." His attention quickly dropped away from the woman and to the food that had been placed before him not too long ago. Huh, he thought to himself having been unaware that the waitress had even swung by his table yet. 

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Vee held back a sigh of relief when he let her sit there, thinking that she must have been in the clear now that he didn't seem to call her out on anything. "Penny for you thoughts, Dean?" She asked, wondering if he would tell her what was on his mind, motioning for a waitress to come over. "Coffee, black. And a burger and fries." She added, giving the waitress a light smile before looking back over at Dean expectantly

"Or would you rather just sit in silence and wait for your food to get cold? I mean, I don't know about you, but I find food a tad bit more pleasurable while it's still warm." She teased, shifting to rest her elbow on her table, her cheek in her palm.

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open; to mutuals

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Dean’s mind is circling around one thing and on thing only. The blade he’s got tucked into the front of his jacket. Even as he sits there in the diner he can’t leave the thing behind. It’s his and he’s going to keep it close. Always. After all why wouldn’t he? They’re meant to be together, they’re a pair. He bears the mark and the blade is it’s, correction, his power’s vessel.

He’s so lost in the thought of the power that courses through him, how not Abaddon couldn’t fell him, and how he inspires even more fear now than ever before, the man doesn’t even realize his meal arrives. All of these things and so much more make him feel amazing, though he doesn’t let it show outright. He’s sick of Sam’s constant nagging. The last thing he needs is another round of that bullshit. 

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Vee, a bit bored with her life decided to live dangerously, smelling gun powder and salt, and knew there was a Hunter somewhere in the neighbourhood. Following the smell, her smile only grew a bit as she saw Dean Winchester sitting down in the diner. Using the full diner as an excuse, Vee moved to sit down opposite Dean, smiling over at him.

"Mind if I sit here, handsome?" She asked, wondering if he knew what she was, clearly unaware of the mark and the knife that Dean had. "Vee Vaughn, by the way. You are...?" She added, deciding it would still be smart to keep her identity and her knowledge of the hunter hidden.

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"Why are you pointing that gun at me?"

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        He blinks, then looks at the gun before cracking a grin and shrugging a shoulder. Why is he pointing a gun at him, anyway?

                        “— it’s a water gun.”

        Then he squirts him in the face.

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Vince looked over at the demon, growling quietly as he wiped the water off of his face. "Hilarious."