aphra austin

This is gospel for the vagabonds, Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Led away by imperfect impostors

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bignewheart‌:

It took Terrance a moment to realize she was joking and put all of the pun’s pieces together. He wasn’t the best with jokes that weren’t blatantly obvious — he’d get there one day. He laughed quickly, trying to hide that he hadn’t immediately gotten it, and then played along, “I-I’ll try not to… Maybe I’ll work on an ex-extinguisher spell later.” It’d probably be a good idea anyway, if he was going to keep literally playing with fire.

The witch kept his hand outstretched, gaze moving toward it to focus on his palm. His brows pushed together as he tried to clearly imagine the fire in his hand, until a tiny flame burst forth, only to fade out a moment later. “Oh…”

It had probably been years since Aphra talked to somebody who seemed as sweet and naive as this kid. She was used to hanging around with crowds who hadn’t had an ounce of innocence in their blood for at least a century. Just like the blonde herself. Still, she couldn’t help but feel sentimental though, she had a brother who was always ebbing towards the innocent side. 

“Jesus kid, don’t hurt yourself. I can last without it. I’m sure I’ll find one sooner or later.” She put it back in the box, trying to hide her disappointment. “What’s your name then kid? And what the hell brings you here?”

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youvegotpower‌:

He was absorbed in his own thoughts when his eyes happened to glance up and spot the woman who was apparently talking to him. He’d heard what she said but it took him a second to recall it. “O-oh! Yeah, course.” Teddy patted himself down, finally finding one of his many lighters in his back pocket. “Mind if I join you?”

Aphra stifled a small laugh at the boy’s meekness. She thought that it was endearing, but didn’t want to push her luck seeing as she was using his lighter. “Course not, it’ll be nice to have some company for a change.” She laughed moving up slightly so there was space for him. “Do you have your own or do you want to crash one off of me.?”

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felicityfremcnt‌:

Felicity was focused on her walk, eager to get to her destination. She was pulled away by a voice and stopped in her tracks. The witch looked towards the female, and nodded her head. “Yes. I do.” She had seen Aphra around the grounds, but hadn’t had the chance to properly get to know her. She walked closer and pulled a lighter out.

“Mind sharing one?” She motioned towards the box of cigarettes. Felicity wouldn’t she it was a habit, but she did indulge in having a smoke from time to time. The lighter was for something else. A spell she would be working on.

There was a huge sigh of relief when Aphra rea.lised the woman did in fact have the cure to her urges. She was more than aware that a vampire who was addicted to smoking was ridiculous, but she needed something to pass the infinite amount of time she had remaining.

“I mean have as many as you want, I have more stashed away.” The blonde was planning on having way more than one. Chain smoking was now just second nature for her. “How long have you been here then? Don’t think we’ve talked before.”

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bignewheart‌:

It had become a bit of a practice for Terrance to try to be a bit more… mindful on his walks. Not in the sense of meditation, though maybe that was a secondary, unnoticed benefit, but he was just aiming to be more aware of who and what was around him, without being so on edge. His eyes were this time set on the woman in front of him as he sidled past her, taking her in before his attention drifted to the next thing ahead of him — until she spoke.

“A light?” he repeated, gaze shifting to the sky as if to point out that it was plenty light out, before it jumped back to the blonde and her cigarette. “Oh. N-No. I don’t smoke.” The witch shook his head, before an idea rushed into it. “I-I could try—” he reached out for the pack before explaining, “I’m a witch.” A witch without much practice, but that would become clear soon enough.

Two hundred years may have been and gone but it didn’t stop Aphra flinching when he admitted that he was a witch. There was still a very prejudice part of her that forgot exactly who she was, instead judging those around her. Probably wasn’t the best idea on an island such as this one.

Still there was another part of her; one more human, even though she hadn’t owned that part since her turning, that could tell that he wasn’t even close to being evil. “I mean if you could that’d be great, don’t burn yourself out though.” She gave a little laugh at her unintentional pun, but quickly composed herself.

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swearwlf‌:

The scent of the blonde — corpse, to be exact, but she’d gotten over that — mixed with tobacco and drifted to the werewolf’s senses as she wandered down the cobblestone path aimlessly. She continued her walk in the vampire’s direction, figuring she could join for a smoke if nothing else.

As if like clockwork, Aphra called out to her to ask about a lighter, just as Georgia had been about to ask if she could bum a cigarette. She reached into her pocket and retrieved her lighter, handing it to the other as she closed the distance between them. “Any chance you got a spare cig?”

With a small smile, Aphra reached into her pack and pulled out one of her cigarettes for her old friend. Well, it was probably a long time for the wolf, but with the blonde being alive over two hundred years, she didn’t have that many old friendships. “I suppose I’ll let you this time” A smirk played on her lips, as they both knew that Georgia didn’t even need to ask.

Taking a deep breath, she couldn’t be happier to have nicotine in her system once more. It wasn’t the same pleasure as blood but it’d do. At least until she managed to feed some way or another. “How you been then Gee? Feel like it’s been a while.”

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baalprotectsthekonig‌:

“What could have possibly given you that idea?” 

Sure, they didn’t have to smoke - it was probably like rolling their money up and burning it into their lungs - but it was for the all-important aesthetic.

From their pocket, they produced a lighter, holding it up between two fingers and allowed the silver to catch the light from a nearby streetlight. “Are you going to ask me to light it for you, too?”

There were two opposing sides to Aphra’s train of thought, one wanting to be as snarky as he was to her, and the other hating anyone who talked down to her. 

“If you’re offering.” With a sly grin, she placed the cigarette in between her lips and leaned into him, almost dangerously close. She understood it was sarcasm, but she did enjoy the upper hand.

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Frantically trying to get her lighter to work, the blonde eventually came to the conclusion that it was as dead as she was. With a sigh, she perched on the close by bench, not having the heart to put the cigarette she desperately craved back in it’s box. Instead she just stared at it longingly, hoping that would make up for the fact she was unable to smoke it. 

It was a leftover addiction from when she was human, and although she wasn’t sure if she still could have addictions like that, it often distracted her from the urge to feed. Looking up at the person walking past, she guessed that it was worth asking. “Any chance you’ve got a light?”

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Aphra Austin is a 208 year old vampire who is often mistaken for Claire Holt. She came to the mansion as a sub. She is bisexual and into bondage, orgasm play and choking, but hates scat, blood play and foot fetishes. Though known as stubborn, feisty, selfish she is also loyal, fierce and supportive. —{{MOLLY, 22, GMT, SHE/HERS}}

yoooo so this little shit is Aphra, I’ve played this character before but with a slightly different back story and a different name but whoops here I am again.

Gonna do a full bio soon,but for now here is a cheeky little sneak peak from ya gal

Aphra was born in England on the 7th August 1810

At the age of 17 she was employed by George IV as a hunter of supernatural beings along with her brothers

She gained a reputation of being ruthless, even more so than her siblings.

Ten years later this started to wear thin on her eldest brother Nathaniel, who instead of being proud became resentful.

To get back to where he was in his prime, he made a deal with the leader of the biggest vampire clan in the north of England.

Not long later Aphra went missing, kidnapped by the leader themselves who aimed to kill her. Only when she was just close to death they felt sympathy for her, and fed her their own blood, thus turning her.

For years Aphra hated what she was, still trying to be a hunter, but after a few decades she realised she could not stop being a vampire without dying so she learnt to live with it.

Still she has managed to accrue a fair amount of enemies throughout the years.

She came to Maison Turquoise to stay hidden, not only from hunters, but enemies from her previous life.