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basilea 'blair' lykosson. original werewolf

[lauraharricrs]

[blairlykosson]

hybridsong‌:

                 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋  of hazel eyes at the words because while she didn’t care to be an important person in the girl’s life, her comeback was weak and she genuinely expected better. ❝ man, i sure do wish i cared. ❞ while she had been clinging to every bit of self control that she could possibly muster… her temper had reached its limit and what with the newfound cloud of smoke above her head - it was needless to say that the restraint previously held snapped. sofia takes a few steps back to further avoid the splash zone while a hand moves to subtly remove the lid of her iced coffee. in a flash, its contents are emptied in blair’s face. there isn’t anything uttered on her behalf, just a half-assed smile offered to the original.

blair didn’t hate anyone. it simply wasn’t in her nature to have such grave feelings about people that had such little importance to her. but what she felt right now? pretty damn close to hatred. she wasn’t injured no, but that didn’t stop her anger from brewing inside of her, cold coffee dripped down her brand new pair of clothes. and to think, none of it would have happened if the meager hybrid kept her eyes to herself. a dry laugh escaping her lips, blair wiped her eyes, stepping forward as she leaned down to the brunette’s height, her lips just outside of her ear, “you should be glad that wasn’t hot.” leaning back up, she matched sofia’s expression, lifting up the cigarette again. but instead of bringing it to her lips this time, she kept it still for a moment, before swiftly pushing the head into the same ear she’d spoken into without giving the other a chance to react. smiling yet again, she grabbed her purse off the bench, making her exit, turning back at a respectable distance, “so nice seeing you again, sofia,” before heading in the opposite direction out of view.

[blairlykosson]

hybridsong‌:

                𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓  the blonde’s words and she shakes her head slowly. ❝ again, real unique. ❞ in truth, she hadn’t meant to bring up the original’s late brother. it was simply poor wording on her end though, she’d never even think to clear it up. let her think what she wanted it made no difference to sofia. ❝ silk sheets and a fuzzy blanket. ❞ she chimes, hazel gaze locked on blair as she does so. and then she lifts a hand, palm pressing against her chest and mouth parting to form a dramatic shocked expression. ❝ sensitive ?? me ??  never that. ❞ and her hand falls back against her body as she slumps her shoulders in a shrug - taking a sip of her coffee.  

“what can i say? original thoughts should be devoted to people that actually matter.” in blair’s eyes, it wasn’t harsh, it was simply the truth. sofia’s presence was the equivalent of a pesky fly to her, just another unfortunate downside to living in briar creek. people believing they were more important than they really were, as if their opinions mattered to blair in the slightest. “it was a statement, not a question.” blair inhales again, this time letting out the smoke above the brunette’s head. a look of amusement formed on the blonde’s face, tilting her head to the side, “hilarious.”

[blairlykosson]

quccnisms‌:

andromeda had spent the entirety of her day locked away in her office at work, filing papers, filling out forms  –  you name it.  she was eager to get home and relax, not really intending on finding blair.  when she happened to find her, the blonde’s comment brought about a sort of dry chuckle out of the darker haired female.  “  how funny  –  hilarious, really.  ”  despite her comment, the look on her face showed little amusement.  closing the space between them, andromeda took the seat beside the blonde.  “  how are you?  keeping yourself out of trouble, i presume?  ”

one thing about blair: she got bored, easily. she liked to bounce around from place to place, making her mark wherever she went. which is why she initally did not want to revisit her past. briar creek may have been home, but it certainly didn’t feel like it, even with her siblings there. her brow peaked at the sound of a familiar voice, looking up and giving the brunette a smile, “i have been known to be quite the comedian.” blair liked the trouble. she liked excitement in any way she found it, so she simply shot andromeda a grin, “doing the best i can. though, i have a feeling you won’t be very happy with that, andi.”

[blairlykosson]

hybridsong‌:

                𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒  press together in mock thoughtfulness. in reality, there was nothing to consider. she knew her answer. ❝ you must’ve smelled a dead wet dog before, why don’t you tell me ?? ❞ her tone is sweet but her eyes are bright with mischief. even as the blonde steps closer and towers over her. the hybrid was naturally faster and no amount of height advantage would prove that any differently. hazel hues narrow dangerously as the smoke is blowed in her face and she’s holding every single bit of restraint that she possibly has left. ❝ better than being the family runt. ❞ a lap dog ?? that’s the best she could do after a decade of roaming the earth. pitiful at best. ❝ easy, anubis, you’re bordering bitterness. ❞

blair always did have a great poker face. the light smirk refused to drop, even at the mention of her late brother. she could get mad, angry, and lash out, but what was the point in that? “huh, i thought i recognized your smell from somewhere.” everything about blair was calm, and calculated, easily noticing that she was indeed getting to the young hybrid. “whatever helps you sleep at night.” there was no value in wasting her energy on meaningless exchanges, like this one. getting riled up and angry over a few words, how... juvenile. she smiled. not one of mockery or fakeness, but a genuine grin, one that highlighted what little impact this conversation had on her. “no need to get so sensitive about it, sofia.”

[blairlykosson]

blccdlvst‌:

          IF THERE HAD  been a plan of attack, surely it would’ve sprung by now. there was no sense of danger felt by the towering vampire, though his long held distrust in the blonde’s family was what kept his inner conscious on edge.  “ why would you ?  we own the night. spotting a vampire when the sun’s gone, it’s not exactly a far-fetched occurrence. ”  blue hues narrow slightly, though wry lips finally twitch to form a smirk of his own, clearly finding some sense of twisted entertainment.  “ what’s really shameful is your deteriorating vision, old girl. but fortunately, whether you find me attractive or not, i don’t make a habit of soiling my bed with smelly things. ”

like she’d said from the minute she arrived, staying in briar creek was temporary. a simply detour on her way to a new life. she had no desire to rehash an old war, there were far better ways that she would have liked to spend her time. yet she still couldn’t resist the slight jab. “oh baby, you don’t own anything, guess all that sleeping didn’t make you any smarter, did it?” letting out a laugh, she spoke again, a hint of humor at the situation in her tone, “old, yet i still look so much better than you. tell me, how much dust did they have to wipe off of you once you decided to wake up?” rolling her eyes, she responded, “oh please, i’m not a necrophiliac.“

[blairlykosson]

hybridsong‌:

                 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘,  she would add inwardly as the other laughed. maybe it was a lykosson thing ?? who knew what the hell went through their heads ?? ❝ half death. don’t forget the other half that smells like wet dog. which, of course, is a lot better than just wet dog. ❞ she wasn’t easy to hurt either, that much they had in common. though sofia sure did enjoy trying. ❝ actually, yes. ❞ the brunette let out before shooting her a mocking smile. ❝ chanel’s an old lady perfume, your ends are due for a trim and you could use a breath mint or two. ❞ it wasn’t often that the hybrid crossed paths with the blonde but every time it was the same. she had a big ego and sofia, well, she was much more humble. 

the conversation was just quite laughable to blair. little sofia calling blair names, as it would have any impact at all. “you mean to tell me that a dead wet dog is better than just a wet dog?” now that really was funny, just how naive and immature the brunette was in blair’s eyes. giving her another smirk as the other spoke and bringing her cigarette to her lips again, blair stood. she was easily taller than sofia, towering over the girl, “it’s nice to see that you’re still the bjornsson’s lap dog, still so very fitting.” blowing the smoke out slowly right into sofia’s face, giving her a smile.

[blairlykosson]

hybridsong‌:

                  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 her iced coffee shaking seems muffled in the loud shop. she’s eager to leave, irritated with the childish banter of the couple behind her. there was no need for her to force a polite smile on her face for them, the girl did enough of that at her job. the objective had been to get home before happy hour starter but of course, the indecisive group of girls in front of her couldn’t allow that. and now… her breath catches in her throat at the smell of the cigarette and it doesn’t take long until the blonde comes into view. there wasn’t any particular hatred towards any original werewolf in particular but she showed little kindness to those who bad mouthed the björnssons for… well, obvious reasons and the loyalty she maintained to them. perhaps, she would’ve started the conversation off on a kinder foot - had the blonde showed less arrogance. ❝ very unique, never heard that one before. ❞ sofia scoffed, eyes rolling to emphasize her lack of amusement. ❝ basic, smelly and cocky… fantastic. ❞

blair couldn’t help but let a laugh escape her lips. it was an awful habit of hers, laughing at the mere annoyance and anger of others. people were far too serious these days for her liking, far too sensitive. the insults did little to blair’s ego, simply letting out another laugh to herself as she sent out a text. “i’ll take the smell of chanel over the stench of death any day.” giving the much shorter girl standing a smirk, she tilted her head, eyes narrowing as she spoke again, “any other opinions you’d like to share?”

[blairlykosson]

ofancientbloods‌:

What was right and what was wrong anymore? These things didn’t exist. It was all about what you are willing to live with. What sin can you burden? “Temporary?” He wasn’t at all surprised. Her siblings would most likely lose their shit when they found out who she was working for. “What are your plans?”

giving him another smirk, she glanced over at a man who was supposedly her enemy, “wouldn’t you like to know?” blair shrugged. everything in life was temporary for her. girls like her didn’t stay in towns like this. “paris, maybe vienna. i like to keep my options open.” of course, she’d never tell him what her true plans were, even if she did know.

[blairlykosson]

ofancientbloods‌:

“It would be wrong of me to ignore one of my very own employees.” Baldr withdrew a pack of camels from his pocket, popping a butt between his teeth as he took at seat next to his sworn enemy. Lighting it, he looked out towards the street where he wondered if anyone was keeping a steady eye on the pair. “So,” he inhaled. “how are you enjoying your job so far?”

“sometimes people don’t always do the right thing though, no?” one of her brows perked up as he took a seat next to her, catching blair the tiniest bit off guard. still, she remained relaxed, crossing her legs as she brought the cigarette to her lips again, inhaling and exhaling as he spoke. “nothing i’m not used to. there’s not much to be said about the kind of people it attracts, but i don’t complain. it’s temporary anyways.”

[blairlykosson]

ofancientbloods‌:

There was something entirely hilarious about the fact that a Lykosson was working for him. While she could change her name on an application, you can’t change your scent. That scent had followed his family for years, and he knew it just as well as he knew his own. “Isn’t that something children say in playgrounds?” Baldr’s brows stitched together, a smirk playing hard on his chiseled face as he watched the woman smoke. 

she’d recognize that voice from anywhere, even after hundreds of years had passed. the original hybrid. she supposed most would be fearful of the name, not that it ever seemed to faze her. blair liked taking the risks, seeing just how far she could test those around her, which is perhaps why she took a job at the playhouse. she may have no longer gone by basilea, but there was no doubt that baldr could forget her last name. matching his smirk, blair set her phone down, letting smoke escape her lips before speaking, “fancy seeing you here, baldr, i was beginning to think you were ignoring me.”

[blairlykosson]

open starter // downtown

she was bigger than this town. blair had always known that, from the moment she was old enough to know her power. everything about the blonde was beautiful, bold, and bright, and everything about this town felt starkly the opposite. perhaps the only habit of hers that fit was something she’d picked up in los angeles — smoking. as she made her way home from work, she picked one out of her typical, expensive purse, lighting it and enjoying the sound of her heels resonating through the quiet evening. the sun just setting, blair took a seat on a bench, checking her phone as she felt someone’s eyes on her after a few minutes, “take a picture, darling, it’ll last longer.”

[blairlykosson]

alpha-james-romanescu‌:

The alpha heard a familiar voice and soon his vision was able to acknowledge who had been staring at him a moment before. “ I’m not part of the entertainment Blair.” He grumbled as he shook his head toward the Lykosson. He didn’t find himself entertaining but he did have a habit of amassing a crowd when he had to throw someone out. “Not really. Can’t afford to. If I did I’d have every asshole within a five mile radius thinking I’ve gone soft. “ James shrugged. He took being an alpha serious. It was why he had walked away from someone he could have given his heart to and built a wall around himself to avoid. “You here to see someone?’

she’d always found serious people so facinating. always on the straight-edge, never taking risks, never really living life. blair didn’t think she could ever do it, lead a life so dull, which is why she had yet to mind everyone underestimating her capabilities. “oh, but you do give quite a show.” she teased, letting a laugh escape her lips. “james romanescu? going soft? i don’t even think that’s a possibility. you know, i think that everyone will still be scared of you, even if you managed to crack a smile once a year.” in all fairness, blair had to say she was intrigued by the alpha, ever since she’d gotten back to town. “you didn’t hear? i’m here to take your job.” she joked, shaking her head, “work. someone’s gotta make drinks for these assholes tonight.”

[blairlykosson]

blccdlvst‌:

          AN ACCIDENTAL MEETING  with a lykonsson had been the very least of his concerns, especially after resting for however many centuries had passed. however, the strong scent of a werewolf couldn’t go ignored, and as sveinn watched the blonde step out from the shadows, closer, he didn’t budge. merely arched a dark eyebrow at her confession.  “ unless i’ve been severely misinformed, i didn’t think heels were a necessity for a wolf in the woods. ”

          a humorless huff of air emanated from his lungs, directed toward her faux gratitude. his demeanor was as nonchalant as ever, this much was true, as he fully humored the entirety of this exchange, but sveinn never once took his eyes off of her. alone in the reserve, meeting face to face with a breed created solely for the purpose of destroying his family, he had no idea what her intentions were and he wasn’t about to let his guard down.  “ a little late to be out for a midnight stroll, isn’t it ? ”

blair couldn’t help but feel amused at the situation in front of her. meeting his eyes with a gaze of her own, a small smirk formed on her face. she wasn’t fearful, no. fear had no place in the blonde’s life, perhaps because she thought very highly of herself. “who says the wolf is coming out tonight? besides, there’s no reason not be fashionable.”

her reason for visiting? unknown. perhaps she simply wanting to welcome one of the bjornsson’s back into town. blair was no savage. she had no intentions of hurting anyone, unless it was neccessary. but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have her own fun. “i could ask you the same.” letting out another laugh at his cool tone, she didn’t let her eyes stray from his. “you know... i thought getting all that sleep would have made you a little more attractive, but, you look exactly the same. what a shame.”

[blccdlvst]

          FIVE HUNDERED YEARS  had passed and yet he still felt the exact same, albeit a little hungry. of course the vast difference in culture was shocking all on it’s own, how far humanity had stretched with ease during his indefinite slumber. instead of setting off on an absolute rampage, as he was sure at least one of siblings had done, sveinn chose to somberly collect his thoughts at the edge of briar creek’s preserve. it was only a matter of time, however, until his isolation was interrupted.

          “ if you’re trying to be quiet, it’s a fruitless attempt. ”  he finally uttered, low voice breaking through the otherwise peaceful silence blanketing the forest. blue eyes darted along the trees before coming to an abrupt halt, pinpointing his intruder.  “ not to mention your scent carries from a mile away. ”

[blairlykosson]

blair wouldn’t say she hated the bjornsson‘s, it was more so that they once shared a mutual distaste for each other, and that each had hurt the other in a way beyond forgiveness, but still, she could be cordial, even if something told her the other party likely didn’t feel the same. rolling her eyes at his words, she stepped towards him, “if i was trying to be quiet, i wouldn’t have worn heels.” letting out a chuckle, blair knew him comment about her scent was the furthest thing from a compliment, but it didn’t stop her from taking it as one. “thank you.”

[call-me-reid-deactivated2022090]

“Keep trying to get in dude, it’s not gonna fucking happen” James replied crossing his arms outside the entrance to the Playhouse. He had to admit this was his only bit of entertainment he got outside of his territory. “ Seriously, you don’t keep  you hands to yourself, I’ll take them” He added, practically growling to try to make sure they got the hint. He noticed he was being watched during the exchanged and finally turned around to make eye contact, “What?”

[blairlykosson]

just another night in the most boring city in the world. okay, maybe it was an overreaction, but compared to the likes of los angeles, rome, and bucharest, nothing seemed to come close in blair’s mind. her usual attire, skin-tight dress and red-bottom heels had no problem in capturing the attention of the males in the crowd as she headed into work. making her way towards the front of the playhouse, she couldn’t help but allow a chuckle to escape at the sight in front of her. giving james a smirk, “nothing, just watching you... do your thing.” making her way right by the side of the entrance, she eyed the customer in front of her, before looking back at the dark-haired man that was now next to her, “tell me, james, do you ever lighten up?”

[blairlykosson]

❝DON’T BE FOOLED BY MY UTTERLY GORGEOUS FACE❞

❛❛   aesthetic .  ❜❜   ―   ◜   ❏  . ― walls of designer shoes and clothes, a perfect, yet mysterious smile on her face, the smell of chanel perfume, the beauty unsuspecting of being the brains  . ― ✎ penned by jasmine.

basic ▸

full name: blair lykosson

age: thirty-two years old (in appearance); 1000+ years old

date of birth: august 15th, unknown year

occupation: bartender at the playhouse; former supermodel

species: original werewolf

language(s) spoken: english, latin, italian, russian, romanian, and german

hair color: blonde

eye color: blue

notable scars or tattoos: none

interior ▸

2 positive traits: alluring, ambitious

2 negative traits: self-absorbed, stubborn

likes: dancing, reading, compliments, shopping, italian food, socializing

dislikes: rude people, authority, not having control

habits: twirls her hair around often, always has perfect posture

family ▸

father: unknown

mother: unknown

siblings:

Bio ▸

blair lykosson, born basilea lykosson, had always been the wildcard of the group. the one everyone had always underestimated. she was the pretty one, the one who’s beauty could captivate an army. it didn’t matter that she was just as, if not more, intelligent than the rest of the group. because people looked at basilea, and they wanted to be her.

truthfully, the blonde had always felt disconnected from the group. she wanted more. she believed that she deserved more. she wanted the world in the palm of her hands. but she played her part, remaining in briar creek until she was no longer needed. then, basilea began to move on, create her own life, becoming blair. blair wasn’t afraid to be the leader, she took charge, her combination of beauty and brains lethal to anyone that passed her way. she took what she wanted, when she wanted it. and no one dared to have the guts to stop her. up until the beginning of the 2000s, blair spent her life traveling the world, earning her own wealth in a variety of ways. in rome, she was three king’s mistresses. in germany, she was a con-artist. in romania, she was a stripper. in russia, she was a kgb operative.

it was no secret that blair adored attention. she was beautiful, and she knew it. after severing her ties in russia, she made her way back to what was now america, for the first time in almost 500 years. it was in los angeles, where blair found her passion. modeling. her fit, tall figure made her a standout to anyone she met, not to mention she had a talent of captivating any and everyone in a room with her. runways, fashion shoots, brand deals. blair kloss, was a force to be reckon with. she loved it, every second of it, right up until the rumors started. even someone who hid her tracks as well as blair did couldn’t compete with the media’s scrutiny of her extremely vague background. and when photos of russian ops began to trickle their way into her life again, blair knew it was time to start over. start a new life. call her crazy, but she was tired of it. which is probably the only logical reason she moved back home.

blair was never the biggest fan of briar wood to begin with. little glitz, little glamour, the town had always contradicted her bold personality. she doesn’t intend to stay, by any means, which is why she picked up a bartending job at the playhouse, because all of this is temporary. another 30, 40 years go by and blair will pick a new last name and a new city to be adored in.