The cool light of the moon was soothing to her, unlike much else these days. Yet there was a magnificent stillness to the world around Calista where she sat, studying the movement of the water from the large fountain and admiring the reflection and light of the moon as it fell on the movable surface. In truth she was trying to find some peace and tranquility, knowing that if she didn’t the chances were very high of her loosing her mind all together. The party had been a total bust. Her mother had no idea who she was for some reason and none of it made any sense to her. The pain of staring into the eyes of someone you had searched your whole immortal life for, and seeing no recognition what so ever there.. she didn’t have words for it. It was too great a pain to even begin describe.
A sudden shadow falling over the water made the blonde look up, an annoyed quip on her lips about to be spoken, though dying as her eyes locked on the person standing not too far away. “YOU!” she all but shouted in shock, staring wide eyed and quite frankly, a bit horrified. “H-How.. you.. I killed your lying ass!” Her last words turning into a snarl as she stared at her very alive aunt with mixed emotions. How the hell was this bitch here!?
Patience was a virtue Kyan would have left to more than a few of his crew members in the past, though as he was currently operating alone, waiting for the other ancients to come to an agreement on their next plan of attack, he had opted for the old fashioned stake out. Now he wasn’t stupid enough to approach too close to the castle, but hanging out about a block down from it gave him both a decent view and the opportunity to observe who came and went. Some of the guards were regulars, while others were no so frequent in their exits. This brunette for example. He hadn’t seen her emerge before and that made him curious. Enough that he had decided to innocently insert himself into her path.
Luckily for him she was choosing to walk down the street at a time where it was not overflowing but certainly not empty of people either. Which meant that he could blend into the crowd and then approach her without seeming like a threat or it being obvious that he was targeting her. Acting the part of a confused tourist, he had google maps on his phone, spinning a bit in different directions, pretending to be looking for the right way to go. As she came up before him, he stepped into her path. “Excuse me, could you tell me where the ahm...” he tried to illustrate it with his hands. “Torre dell'orologio is?” Clocktower is.
&. morena baccarin : female : she/her : mine by taylor swift — It seems carmen has been lured to Volterra. the 321+ / 41# -year-old vampire has been in the city for a few hours. Whispers in volterra says they’re part of the denali coven. doesn’t a spanish temperament, contemporary skirts and dresses, long and lucious black hair, and understanding gaze, a great sense of morale and ethics, and a fierce hug remind you of them? ⸢ penned by sirius : 29 : gmt+1 : she/her ⸥
NAME: Carmen
AGE: 41/321+ years old
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
OCCUPATION: tba.
SPECIES: Vampire
FACE CLAIM: Morena Baccarin
full bio here
Carmen was turned in the 1700 century, she was a proper Lady with a title as a human, her mother a Lady in waiting to the Spanish queen.
The differences in status though often did not sit right with her, and she was known to give away quite a lot of her jewelry and what she could spare of money to those of a lesser status.
Her compassion for others have been such a strong trait her entire life and she has often been chastised for it, especially when she was a human. Others called her naive and gullible, viewing her compassion as a weakness.
Which is why as a vampire she has done her best to attempt balance it, and her true compassion is for the most part reserved for her mate, her coven and at times humans.
On her travels she met a Volturi member and they became good friends, and so she was invited to come to Volterra for a visit. Thats when she met Eleazar and it did not take long for the two of them to figure out they were simply meant to be partners for eternity.
Carmen stayed with Eleazar as he worked for the Volturi, but it plagued her to see and experience for herself how their way of life tore at both his and her humanity. She had struggled with the need for human blood in the past, but seeing that struggle in someone she loved with all her heart convinced Carmen that there had to be something better out there.
She is very protective of her mate and sensitive to how he feels as opposed to how he thinks. Carmen considers it her duty and honor to make sure Eleazar never have to reach the level of emotional duress that she saw him experience with the Volturi.
Because it worries her mate a lot to have her involved with the Italians, she agreed to stay in Alaska for a few weeks while he went to Volterra. But now that she’s learned of the escalation in the city she was no longer content with sitting back and twiddling her thumbs. Eleazar barely managed to convince her to do so the first time around :’ )
Possible connections ;
Friends
Enemies
A vampire she’s created
Any and all connections and plots are so welcome ! :)
For a lack of better judgement, and perhaps in a way to release stress, Irina had found herself wandering away from the party and ending up at a club. It had been so long since she partied among mortals that she had almost forgotten what it was like. The flashing lights, the ear piercing beats, the sweaty bodies swaying around you as you danced. Allowing herself the rare chance to get drunk on the dancing, the bodies pressing into hers, the guys and girls on the dance floor that came closer as lips locked and tongues dived into mouths. One of the guys invited her outside for a smoke, and she agreed, following him out into the alley next to the establishment. They leaned against the wall, smoking and joking. Of course Irina could easily notice the presence of another in the shadows, smell the sweet scent of her own kind. “I’ll just be a minute.” she told the human male, waiting until he’d gone inside before she spoke to the darkness. “I know you’re there. Come on out.”
They were being mocked. Taunted. Made to look like fools. Chelsea was fuming. She had been so careful to make sure everything was working right, only for it to be ruined by an unknown source. While she kept a cool exterior, she was struggling on the inside. Her pace was fast as she walked, the cloak she had donned earlier flowing around her, making it seem as if her feet didn’t touch the ground. That is, until someone crossed her path and nearly threw her off her balance. “Do you have a death wish?!” She hissed out. She was a second too late in realizing her behavior had slipped her control and she took an unnecessary breath before eyeing the blonde. The succubus. “If you think this was a take down, you are hardly mistaken.” It was suspicious for the woman to be speaking to her in such manner. Or maybe Chelsea was suspicious of anyone that did not belong to the coven. And maybe even some within it. She stepped up to the woman, sharp eyes narrowing as she spoke. “Are you involved in this little…stunt?”
The fact that someone else was declaring war against the Volturi like this stressed Irina out. Now more than ever she wanted to leave Volterra behind and get her loved ones somewhere safe, where the strife would not touch them. It was inevitable however that the outcome would, somehow. Even all the way back in Alaska they would feel it if the ruling coven fell, or if there was a war between vampires. The message had said to pick a side.. which was totally idiotic. Who would pick a side and risk ending up on the loosing one? No her coven had been neutral for so long, not siding with anyone, simply keeping to themselves and abiding by the laws the Volturi had set. That was the best option, always. Her eyebrows rose as she stared at the hissing brunette. “Can’t say I do.” she stated calmly, figuring that there was not much to gain by upsetting her further. “No I think this was the first strike. Obviously its going to take a lot more than a few dead.” Irina simply shrugged, not knowing what else she could say without sounding like she did side with either. In truth, she would always hold a grudge against the Volturi. No amount of respect or need for self preservation could cancel it out. When the other stepped closer, asking if she was involved, Irina tilted her head, meeting her gaze head on. “Do you think I would be hanging around if I were? No, I was not involved. But I’m not surprised either. Your coven has lorded over the rest of us for centuries. Someone’s had enough.. figure that.” she scoffed a little. If you asked her, the Italians had been asking for this.
Sometimes it was still dark out when Cynthia woke up and rolled out of bed. She liked arriving at the museum earlier than most so she had time to prepare. She wrapped herself up in a warm coat and a scarf, hands stuck in her pockets as she walked down the still dark streets toward her favorite coffee shop. She absolutely moved the coffee there, as well as the pastries she would often buy. This time however, it was just coffee.
She waited in line like everyone else after she put in her order, eyes focused on the book she had brought in her bag. When the barista mentioned the order, Cynthia stepped up, reaching for the coffee almost automatically when she heard a voice behind her. “What?” She paused for her moment, letting her brain catch up to what was happening. “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you sure? It’s the exact same thing I ordered.”
While Tea found that being around humans was sometimes fun and liberating, she also had to hold herself back quite a bit. With her own kind she could be brutally honest, harsh and violent even, without any severe consequences. But with humans you had to be so damn careful. They were breakable, and their understanding of the world was so narrow. Not to mention all their silly laws and rules that she couldn’t fully comprehend. In her world, you were entitled to lash out at someone if they wronged you, but in the human one you would get arrested and charged with a crime. Such nonsense it was really.
The smell of coffee reminded her of stolen moments as a human child, moments before she’d been old enough to know what it really was. Of course, in her time coffee had been a drink that was enjoyed after work or hard labour, not before. Most of the humans in the shop were here to get their morning dosage. Much like the girl trying to take her coffee. “Pretty sure.” Biting back the urge to argue, Tea shrugged. “Its fine you take it.” After all, she wasn’t going to drink hers. That would only result in an upset stomach.
While initially Tea had felt stunned by the small attack and gruesome display left to them by the ancients, it hadn’t taken her long to feel furious on her covens behalf. To want to avenge the dead they had lost. To feel as if nothing but spilled blood would right this wrong. A show of strength was desperately needed, but instead.. instead they were all in the castle, twiddling their thumbs, waiting for their leaders to decide. This was why Mattea thought herself as very unfitted to be a simple foot soldier. Standing around, unable to do nothing only added to her agitation, made her feel useless and angry at the inaction.
Most of the morning had been spent sharpening blades and pacing up and down the halls. Sick and tired of the wait, she’d started searching the castle for the one person who might know what their leaders were thinking. Renata. Stalking into the reception, the last room one reached before the throne room she did find the older girl. Though there were several others there and Tea didn’t want to have this conversation with anyone else present. “Get out.” she barked, eying the ones she wanted gone. The last one leaving was clever enough to close the door behind him. “Tell me you know what our next move is? We cant possibly keep doing nothing.”
“I would chastise you for cursing, but at a moment like this, it feels quite appropriate.” Chelsea’s voice was low, but it was cold as ice. She had learned long ago not to let her emotions show. The last time she was overcome by emotions, she had fought Aro to keep Afton in the coven. Her defiance should have cost her her life, but she was well aware their Master needed her more than she needed him. And as she stared at the burning bodies, she was reminded how truly disposable some people truly were. Not her, of course, although she was sure many would love nothing more than an opportunity to get close to her and end her life, thus ending the coven along with her. But the higher ranking vampires of the guard were a tight-knit community. They all knew the risks of just one of them being taken out of the equation.
But even with all that, she couldn’t stop the hint of sorrow and anger that was beginning to burn within her. She had known the guard that was currently burning her whole vampire life. And their death did not sit well with her. “I’m fine. This should not have happened.” She paused, trying to find the right words to express herself. “Someone walked into our home and committed a crime. We need to find the culprit.”
“Hell yes its appropriate. These fuckers..” Tea pushed her fears away and made way for the anger simmering underneath. Unlike Chelsea she was not a master of her emotions, not by a long shot, though she could do a decent job of reigning them in when she had a target or a single focus to zero in on. It was well known among those who knew her just a little that she could be a loose cannon, though not a danger to anyone in her coven. Never would she endanger any of them or betray their cause. Whoever was behind all of this had wanted to instill fear in them. Sought to break them apart. And for that Tea wanted to tear their throat out and watch them bleed. It hadn’t been a too scary move though.. Because taking out just one guard wouldn’t change the fact that as a coven they were still strong. It was not lost on Tea that Chelsea saw to that. Her power tied them together, made sure that their loyalty was unyielding.
Watching one of her own burn, someone she had trained with, laughed with, been friends with.. it made her feel a lot more than she wanted to. His loss might not be effective force wise, but it would weaken them in other ways. “No, it shouldn’t have.” she agreed, swallowing hard. “Someone needs to pay Chels. But what do we really know about the ancients? Tracking them down shouldn’t be hard, but we should be as prepared as possible to take them down for good.”
&. marie avgeroupolos : female : she/her : evil by dove cameron — It seems mattea nicolosi has been lured to Volterra. the twenty-two / four hundred and one # -year-old vampire has been in the city for 395 years. Whispers in volterra says they’re part of Volturi clan. doesn’t short sword dripping with blood, eyes glinting with vicious mirth, leather clad boots remind you of them? ⸢ penned by sirius : 29 : gomt+1 : she/her. power: fear inducement.
maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. even if he did know he deserved her, the last thing he wished was to risk her existence through amun’s rage ———— OR THE VOLTURI’S DESIRE. two evils just one being the lesser of the options. “my heart and my brain say two completely different things.” benjamin says smuggly. he knows she’ll challenge him; she always does which perhaps is just another reason he appreciates the fact that she stuck with him for so long.
two threats multiplied before their eyes. amun’s arrival hung heavy in the air, the threat of the volturi was closing in, and now there’s another threat with little arms that could sway the scale. ❝ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 . 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 … 𝐹𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑠 , 𝑜𝑟 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 . ❞ needless to say, there’s a lot to be regretful in that moment but he needed to make sure tia was safe before he panicked. it’s easy to agree with her. leaving without being seen lessens the risk of the volturi stopping them. it’s easy to run, keeping beside her even when they finally reached (( A SEEMINGLY )) good distance from the castle.
benjamin turned to look at her. “have you been to the woods yet? there are a few nomads there that aren’t linked to the volturi.” and while it’s a risk, he trusted sticking to the shadows with them compared to roaming the volterra streets alone at night. “for tonight we should be safe. tomorrow, if possible, i’ll need to come back.” not to the castle, though he’d visit athenodora surely, but to make sure yasmine was okay. “i’ll explain but we should go.”
“Well you can tell your brain to shut up then, can’t you?” she challenged, good naturedly rolling her eyes at him with that crooked smile of hers. There was no doubt that he felt a lot of responsibility for the situation they were currently in. Which fair enough, it was a bit of a head scratcher, but she did not see why he should allow his doubt to tell him it was grounds for thinking he wasn’t deserving of her friendship. That smug tone of his however told her that he had known she wouldn’t accept his answer. Sometimes Tía did really feel like a big sister despite the fact that Benjamin was older than her both in human and vampire years. Though it made her smile, even at such a moment.
The words that echoed in the garden made little sense at this very moment. A third party to consider? Why would anyone dare challenge the Volturi? Who were the ancients? Blinking a bit, Tía felt as if it was too much to absorb at this very moment. If anything she really wanted to get out of here so that all could be thought on and discussed in peace. As they ran, she felt some of the fear lessen off her chest the further away from the castle they got. The thought of simply leaving the city altogether, despite what she had said to Aro at the party, was flashing in her mind. Away from it all. Away from the danger.
“No I have not.. You really think someone would come at us in the streets? Aro had no idea I was here, so he can’t know where I’m staying yet either..” She wasn’t overly keen on roaming the woods with nomadic vampires. Some of them could be hostile.. Finally though she put two and two together. “Benjamin! You’re staying in the woods?” Tía couldn’t help but shake her head. No, that was going to change tonight. “You do know thats the first place Amun will look.”
confusion washed for sita, a tinge of fear. this could be a trick from her creator. even now, the memory of him taunted her. the things he was capable of. things she knew he’d never hesitate to use against her. “ my own child ? ” brows furrowed in confusion, trying to make sense of the words leaving the other’s lips. how could she have a child and not recall ? a moment was like that would hardly be unforgettable. still, images forced themselves into her mind, those of a blonde baby stumbling about. a feeling within told her she could not be lying, but the lack of memories was troublesome.
“ are you sure you’ve got the right person, love ? ” was all she could manage to ask as she attempted to compose herself. if she was indeed her daughter, someone must of turned her and in the depths of her heart, she felt guilty for the lives that had been robbed. her own and now her child’s. this could also be the crafty work of her creator.
Cali couldn’t do much but stare at her mother, feeling more and more confused, not to mention hurt the longer she went without acknowledging who she was. Was this some kind of defense mechanism? Had she gone on and purposefully pretended not to have a child to suppress guilt or whatever else she might be feeling.. “Yes! Your. Own. Child. I’m right here!” she exclaimed, unable to keep from raising her voice and absolutely without regard for the stares she got from party goers around them wondering what the heck she was near yelling about. They could just piss off.
“Unfortunately, yes. I spent thousands of dollars on private investigators since law enforcement was invented and a hell of a lot of personal time before that searching for you. So I’m not mistaken. Though its painfully obvious you wish I were.” she replied, her voice hoarse with emotion. Feeling like she would explode with it, and definitely lash out at people not even involved in this matter, Calista rummaged in her purse for her card and then scribbled down the hotel and room number she was staying in on it. “Here.” she held it out for Alessandra to take. Or Sita. Ugh whatever her name was. “When you’re ready to sort this out you can find me here.” Honestly she couldn’t deal with not being believed or slowly breaking down emotionally in the face of it with so many eyes on her.
“YES A LOW profile. see many of our kind know my name due to my previous marriage and my connection to aro and marcus. sulpicia and i were known as the wives, honestly i think we still are even though caius and i are no longer to gether. but with our kind knowing my name more than my face having the shorter name helps with certain things.” she explained rapidly. and it was true. being able to go out and about in normal and modern clothes with just the name dora made life a tad bit easier for her. it kept many eyes off her in a sense, unwanted eyes that was. though yes sweetest smelling favorite place indeed. she was excited for a different day to make a trip to the flower shop, it was going to be exciting. the only thing that worried dora was how she was going to ditch her guards, especially after a night like this. with the terror that was going on she knew the guard was going to be ontop of their game. she knew that it would be harder to go anywhere by herself. she knew that the days where she and sulpicia were escaping into the real world for their bouts of fun were going to be cut short. keeping her hands pressed gently to the sides of anastasia’s face, looking into her eyes oh how she wanted to lean forward and press a tender kiss to her lips. she wanted to just take her away from it all but she couldn’t in that moment. “don’t apologize, this was not your doing.” she muttered softly. “i…” pausing for a moment dora didn’t quite know what to say. on one hand yes she wanted anastasia to come with her so she could keep her safe. but on the other hand she wanted her to go home and not have to be subjected to her coven’s stress. “well i need to find aro, marcus and caius to find out what’s going on. i also need to find sulpicia and benjamin to make sure they’re alright. i think it might be best if you went home, got yourself someplace safe.” she said regretfully, it’s not that she wanted her to leave but she knew that her focus wouldn’t be all there if she stayed.
Anastasia listened, glad to have some of her questions answered, though with them came a great deal of other ones. One heard whispers, no matter what part of the world one were in, of how things were faring with the Volturi. But there was always only the mention of the three vampire kings, not their queens. Though from how Dora spoke, it seemed that being a wife wasn’t akin to being a queen. “I would imagine that having the option for some anonymity must be both a bit of a relief and useful sometimes. After all your coven is very widely known and respected. It must be reassuring though, to have one.” Her small smile was tinted with just a little bit of sadness. She had created vampires of course, but no one ever stayed permanently. Since leaving her own husband, Ana had been a nomad. Sometimes she had wondered if it was all simply part of her punishment for her sins. To walk the earth alone. Was it foolish to think that meeting one person would change that? Not to mention.. to think that she might have found that person in the woman next to her? Ana hardly knew what to believe. Her body was giving her signals though that she couldn’t ignore, but struggled to trust. But staring into Dora’s eyes, she knew there was something very special about her. Their sudden closeness was both overwhelming and to a degree mind numbing. Yet she wanted to be even closer to the other still. “No but.. your beautiful garden. Please know that I’ll happily help rebuild it. Its not much in terms of aid but.. that I can offer.” As it were, she thought Dora’s coven was far more capable of protecting her than Ana would ever be. She didn’t have the numbers, the gifted vampires, the respect that they had. Noticing her hesitation, Ana felt bad for making things harder on her by suggesting she’d stay. It had been a selfish one. “Its alright Dora. Tend to your coven and loved ones. I’ll stay as safe as I can. Please do the same.” with that Ana leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Dora’s cheek. She then carefully drew her hands down from her own face, though held on tightly to them for a moment. “Come see me when the dust has settled? If you can’t, please let me know and I’ll come to see you. I..” she swallowed a bit, trying to find the right words. “I need to see you again soon.”
HEARING HER VOICE chris felt a grin slowly climb onto his face. he didn’t expect her to be here if anything he would of thought that she’d be off somewhere with the girl she had been seeing, jane he thought her name was, looking at his best friend chris tilted his head in a nod and took another sip of his own drink. “i suppose it’s alright if you sit there, i’ll let it slide just this once.” christopher teased as he turned to face her just a tad more. he didn’t know how long he was going to stay there but he did know that he wasn’t ready to go home anytime soon.
“i wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight, i figured that the girl of your obsession would of had all of your attention.” chris joked. letting the smile slide from his face chris pondered her question. it was as if everything just kind of ended but who was he to question some else’s party. “i don’t know i guess things just kind of came to an end and everyone left as a collective, i don’t expect a party like that to have some grand ending that it would just taper off.” he shrugged because truthfully he didn’t know the answer to her question.
Taking a good gulp of her glass, Lyra couldn’t help but study Chris. Apparently her showing up did give him something to smile about which was good. She still didn’t entirely feel like smiling, not knowing how she’d left things with Jane. It didn’t surprise her to find him alone drinking, though she wished he would have someone to end the night with. The day she got a really late call or text asking her to spend the night with Amelia because he was with a girl, not some other reason, she would be overjoyed. Then again, he needed to figure out what it was he wanted in his own time. “Out of curiosity, if you weren’t to let it slide, what would you do?” she playfully asked.
Lyra couldn’t, nor wouldn’t, hide the troubled expression his joke drew out. It wasn’t that she minded it, more that she was wondering the exact same thing herself. Jane would have had all her attention, all night long. It made no sense that she would just up and leave. “Right.. sorry thats just it though.” she said, biting her lip a little. “It doesn’t bother you that that explanation makes no sense, what so ever? I don’t get it at all.. I wouldn’t just leave Jane this early for no reason. And everyone leaving simultaneously? Thats creepy as hell..” She knew that it was crazy, wondering if something else had been at play. Yet she couldn’t accept that any of this was normal either.
The dark had not yet fallen, but the sun was hanging low, nearly about to disappear. Just the feel of the wind on his undead cheek was filling Kyan with a sense of relief, of contentment. He knew that he didn’t need to breathe or to smell, but after waking up he was actively doing both, to remind himself that he was no longer forced to stay frozen, to realize he could not move or wake up from an endless sleep. Walking trough the streets of Volterra, taking it all in, he was brimming with excitement, yet feeling at a loss as to where to begin.
Coming into a large square by a clocktower, the ancient paused, taking in the architecture. At least that had been his intent. Instead his gaze fell on a girl with golden blonde hair, reading. She appeared to be enraptured in her book. Not seeing or hearing the world around her. It was a curious sight. First of all that of a woman reading a book. In his time, such a sight would have caused a violent response or a foul comment. Worse even if someone decided to report it. Yet as a slave, he too had been punished for trying to learn to read. So if anything it was only proof that the world had changed, perhaps for the better. Unable to stifle his curiosity, he walked over, taking a seat next to the stranger. “Is this how you spend every Friday night?” he asked, genuinely wanting to know.
IT HAD finally happened . the tension that had been building all night exploded , and now there was chaos . maria was enjoying it . “ well good things can’t last forever , hm ? ” she shook her head , holding back a laugh . “ did you know them ? ” she asked curiously to the person next to her.
It had been easy to mingle with the guests, curious to see how the forceful display would be received. To be honest, Kyan thought it was a rather mild way off announcing what would be the downfall of a trio of kings. If he alone had been in charge of that stunt, it would have been much gorier and less of a warning than a gruesome statement. But then he was awash with fury after centuries trapped and asleep. Which made him want to be rash and reckless, as opposed to calculating and patient. “Its time they learn that nothing does. I’m sure they are very due for a harsh reality check.” he said when the dark haired female asked, giving her a slight, sinister smile. “The ones dead? No. I did not. But considering who their masters are, they got what they deserved.”
&. michael b. jordan : male : he/him : burn it down by linkin park — It seems kyan has been seen walking about volterra. the 5000+ / 29# -year-old ancient vampire made their presence known. Whispers in volterra says they’re here for revenge. doesn’t a vicious hunger for power, burning bodies sewn all around, chests filled with money and jewels, sunglasses and black boots leaving bloody footprints, a proud and selfish attitude and a devilish grin remind you of them? ⸢ penned by sirius : 29 : gmt+1 : she/her. ⸥
history ;
kyan was born to poor and enslaved parents as their first born and only son
his name means ‘little king’, and is one his parents picked with the hopes and aspirations that he would become a lot more than what he was born into.
his younger sister meant the world to him but she was taken away and sold not long after her sixth birthday
kyan himself was sold by his parents master when he had just turned nine.
as a child he worked for an array of bad men, in a harsh world that cared little for childrens safety nor did he find any master to offer him anything close to a home. they all beat him terribly if he made mistakes and sometimes punished him with taking away food.
as a teenager he ended up in what was called the death pits because of his physique and physical strength
in the pits slaves were groomed to become lethal warriors, then sent into the ring to battle one another. the winner fated to kill his opponent.
the rumor was that no fighter had survived a full rotation as the fighters were pit up against each other. so kyan decided that he would be the one to beat them all.
it cost him half a finger, a dozen smaller injuries and two life threatening ones, but he did beat, thus killed, all of the other fighters and was crowned champion
for his efforts and as his victory battle was a grand event for kings and queens to see, he was picked as head of the guard to a newly crowned king, freeing himself of his slavery status.
and while Kyan was proud of his accomplishments, he was still hungry. for more. for real power.
but he wasn’t eager to become some stuffy king weighed down with worthless responsibilities. so instead he helped build the kingdom up so it was at its peak, both in wealth and prosperity. then he lied, manipulated and in the end, drained the kings coffers dry.
and then he moved on to the next kingdom. in the end, each one was poached by him, and as the time went, his crew of loyal men.
Kyan always made sure to have a fall guy in place to take the blame, so that he could continue his scams. sometimes he enjoyed setting fires to the castle and villages when he had gotten what he came for.
his latest project was perhaps his least selfish one. rounding up any slave master he could find and burning them at stakes, making sure that the slaves inherited the masters wealth and businesses.
when he came around to liberating his parents and his sister, the masters who owned them had taken their lives in retribution for Kyan’s actions. he was enraged and strung them all up, allowing his men to torture them in front of their villages and making their wives and children watch.
by the time he met Marcus and the other ancients, he was filthy rich, and greedy for more. it had become clear to him at this point that he would never be satisfied. no matter how much money he owned or how much cruelty he put out into the world, he always wanted more.
while they were cursed, Kyan never saw it as something negative or wrong or to despair over. he loved his new powers and abused them to great lengths, relishing in the bloodlust, becoming even more cruel and ruthless than he had been before.
becoming a vampire probably made Kyan less of a man, the little shred of humanity he had left was hanging by a thread.
in his eyes he had become what his parents had always hoped he would be. a king of his own making, too powerful for anyone else to touch.
when he was captured and dessicated, he was enraged. he saw Marcus’s actions as a betrayal not only of confidence but of their friendship, which did at the time mean a lot to Kyan as he didn’t have a ton of friends.
now that he is free, his sole purpose is to get revenge. to make Marcus and his Volturi brothers pay for what they did.
of course he is also intending to live life to the fullest as he has been asleep for centuries, his need to live and enjoy his freedom and life is fervent, nearly an obsession.
personality ;
kyan wasn’t always as selfish or cold hearted as he is now. he used to care about his family, his friends. but after the harshness life imposed upon him he has told himself that to care for others is a waste of time, and that it only brings you sorrow and heartache.
he can be quite arrogant and proud and isn’t easy to impress by any means.
his favorite is when people are honest about their filthy desires such as greed, lust, anger, hunger. he will often encourage people to think along those lines and to take what they want.
he is big on what others can do for him, and won’t really help anyone out unless its in exchange for a favor or promise of an exchange being made. money is still somewhat important to him because he believes that having lots gives you power.
he’s the king of meaningless sex and hook ups, fan of getting creative in the bedroom by playing out scenarios where he can be in charge.
he would never let anyone control him and if you try to he will respond with anger and violence.
at his core Kyan has an obsessive need to be in charge. of his own life, his fate, his vices and his actions. whenever his hand is forced or if anyone tries to put him down or manipulate him, he won’t tolerate it.
he would never accept being submissive to anyone(or so he thinks at least)
he has quite the violent temper that he’s never really managed to control.
the one thing about vampirism which he was displeased with was how the curse took away all his battle scars. he was proud of them and somewhat felt like the curse attempted to erase the proof of his past.
he is Emma Lebau’s possible future mate.
connections ;
his crew (he turned them all after he was turned)
other vampires, male or female he might have turned in exchange for something or simply because he enjoyed their presence.
enemies
friends
lovers / hook ups
partner in crime
therapist (doesn’t have to be someone with a license just someone who is willing to listen to him)
