Cliste

Fandomless vampire OC | 21+ Puppeteer | Sideblog of sarcasticmercy

[brokerofsecrets]

"Everybody's got something they're hiding And the best secrets are the ones you don't keep You can say otherwise but you're lying"

Fandomless vampire OC, backstory vague enough to throw him anywhere. Puppeteer is 21+ Sideblog of sarcasticmercy | Rules | Bio | Allow Teague to be a menace?

"Is it that the rumors are true now? I can keep a secret But I think you better cool down"

[sarcasticmercy]

((Welp. I don't know if I'll be around for a while.))

[brokerofsecrets]

"Seems to be some rather bold strangers out tonight," as he raised a brow, amused.

[brokerofsecrets]

🩹. Do they have any scars?

Here

((That primarily depends on what verse we're talking about. By default... Maybe the faded marks from when he was turned, faint marks made by his own daggers from where he couldn't quite bring himself to kill himself))

[sugar-and-spice-roleplay-memes]

Headcannon asks

Send these to know what headcannons the mod might have for their muse

Make sure to specify which muse if it's a multi muse page.

💐. What would be their favorite flower?

🍽️. What's their favorite food?

🤢. What's a food they hate ?

🎂. How would they celebrate their birthday?

🩹. Do they have any scars?

🕜. Are they on time, early or late?

🤬. How often do they swear?

🌈. Favorite color?

🛍️. Do they enjoy shopping? If so, what would be their favorite store?

📝. What name do you think they'd pick for themselves if they had to change it?

🙌. Left or right handed?

📱. Do they prefer texting or phone calls?

[hereticxvixen]

( ⚛ )  Continued from here :  @brokerofsecrets ( ⚛ ) 

Medina simply stood there, her eyes lingering on the blood, the mess, the sheer violence of it all making her just a little wary of the other. From what she could tell, he wasn't particularly old… at least not by vampire standards.

"And what exactly prompted this kind of situation?" she hummed, her gaze drifting toward the dagger in his hand. "And why use weapons when you could just as easily tear through someone with your fangs?" she continued, stepping slightly closer, her brow lifted faintly, that mention of peroxide, she thought that was at least a lit amusing. "Peroxide? That is your solution to this?" she said, a soft scoff escaping her lips. "And then what? Cut the body into pieces and throw it into the ocean? That seems rather… inconvenient."

[brokerofsecrets]

He didn't bother pausing in his cleaning of the weapon, even if he did slide his gaze up at the continued questions. He didn't see why it actually mattered- the incident would be forgotten soon enough regardless. "A disagreement. He overreacted." Not entirely wrong, anyway. The guy was looking for something to be mad about, as far as he could tell. This was why he typically avoided other vampires- "... The dagger was faster." Debatable, but better than offering anything closer to the truth- he forgot; he tried to ignore he had fangs unless it was immediately necessary.

Teague let out an exasperated breath- perhaps a tad over dramatic as he finally sheathed his dagger. "I would have the same problem if I'd actually fed from him, wouldn't I?" With a vague gesture around the space. "Just less blood. Don't have to do anythin' with the body, just not be here when someone who actually gives a shit finds it."

[brokerofsecrets]

((Hmm who wants memes))

[brokerofsecrets]

"You have some questionable manners, look at this mess, there is blood everywhere..." (Unprompted)

He was definitely aware of the fact there was blood everywhere, the scent of it now thick on the air. There hadn't been much he could do about it, given the need to defend himself. The fact the corpse now on the floor hadn't also been a vampire was pure luck. It meant he could undo most of the damage that had been done to him.

"I'd argue the fact I was attacked first is more questionable than my own manners," as he raised his dagger, produced a cloth to wipe it clean. "Bit o' peroxide'll take it right out."

[brokerofsecrets]

[ repost, don’t reblog ]

⸻⸻𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

⸻𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺

⊱ FULL NAME: Teague Abbán Séamas Cavan

⊱ NICKNAME: N/A

⊱ TITLES: N/A

 ⊱ OTHER NAMES / ALIASES: Silas Lionett, James Miller, David Falkner; many, many more

⊱ GENDER: Agender

⊱ HEIGHT: 5'9" (175cm)

⊱ WEIGHT: 155 lbs (70 kg)

 ⊱ AGE: 133 years (physically 23; turned into a vampire at that age)

⊱ ZODIAC: Virgo (I'm sure I had Rising and Moon decided at one point, but those notes may be lost to time)

⊱ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Gaelic

⸻𝑷𝑯𝒀𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺

⊱ HAIR COLOUR: Brown

 ⊱ EYE COLOUR: Blue

 ⊱ SKIN TONE: Pale

 ⊱ BODY TYPE: Average

 ⊱ ACCENT: Teague tends to match his accent to the locale of wherever he happens to be living, however does still sound particularly Irish when irritated or tired

 ⊱ VOICE: Damien Molony [Old dash game regarding this topic]

⊱ DOMINANT HAND: Ambidextrous

 ⊱ POSTURE: Whatever helps him blend in

⊱ SCARS: Verse dependent; none by default

⊱ TATTOOS: None

 ⊱ BIRTHMARKS: N/A

⊱ MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURES: Freckles starkly contrasted across his face

⸻𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑫

⊱ PLACE OF BIRTH: Easky, Ireland

⊱ HOMETOWN: Easky, Ireland

 ⊱ BIRTH WEIGHT: [you expect me to know how baby weight works?]

⊱ BIRTH HEIGHT: [see above]

⊱ MANNER OF BIRTH: At home, aided by midwife

 ⊱ FIRST WORDS: You think he remembers?

⊱ SIBLINGS: He had 11 siblings. I am not giving all of them names, that's too much effort

⊱ PARENTS: Séamas Cavan (father), Deirdre Cavan (mother)

 ⊱ PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT: By all accounts, they were fine parents. Despite the conversion to Catholicism some time before Teague's birth (hence the total 12 children.) Perhaps spread a bit thin, but did their best. He was already on his own by the time he was turned.

⸻𝑨𝑫𝑼𝑳𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬

⊱ OCCUPATION: Drug dealer, information broker; criminal

 ⊱ CURRENT RESIDENCE: Surge Heights, California [default, fictional] / Verse dependent

 ⊱ CLOSE FRIENDS: None

⊱ RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

 ⊱ FINANCIAL STATUS: Enough to get through most circumstances

 ⊱ DRIVER'S LICENSE: All either stolen or forged

 ⊱ CRIMINAL RECORD: Nothing that can be reliably proven

 ⊱ VICES: Cynicism, deceit, manipulation

⸻𝑺𝑬𝑿 & 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬

⊱ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

 ⊱ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic

⊱ PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE: No (Independent)

 ⊱ PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE: No (Dominant, but getting him to bed is a pain in the ass)

⊱ TURN ONS: Nothing ever =) (Confidence, intelligence, a willingness to trust him with your life, can manage to convince him that life is still worth living- that humanity is worth protecting)

⊱ TURN OFFS: Everything (Coming on too strong, a disregard for comfort, lying)

⊱ LOVE LANGUAGE: Acts of Service

⊱ RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: If you can manage to get him, oh you've got him. He's loyal, he's thoughtful. He may actually settle down for a while, may actually find a proper job for the sake of your peace of mind.

⸻𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑼𝑺

⊱ CHARACTER'S THEME SONG: "Clever" - Beartooth

 ⊱ HOBBIES TO PASS TIME: He's supposed to have hobbies?

⊱ MENTAL ‘DISORDERS’: PTSD

⊱ MENTAL ILLNESSES: PTSD, undiagnosed

⊱ PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: Vampirism, if you want to count that. Otherwise none

⊱ LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED: Left

⊱ PHOBIAS: Nothing strong enough to be considered an outright phobia, but he's always afraid of being betrayed. Of intimacy

 ⊱ SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL: Reasonable, despite hating the fact he's a vampire

⊱ VULNERABILITIES: Being reminded of his sire, of the night he got turned. Of the many nights since that also reminded him of that night. The usual downfalls of being a vampire

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 : @hereticxvixen

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 : Snag it if you feel like it

[sarcasticmercy]

((Oh moving drama, how I haven't missed you))

[sarcasticmercy]

((Anyway uhhh discord if you wanna harrass/check in/whatever

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[the-write-ideas]

[brokerofsecrets]

((Probably going to be a while, life is stressing me out way too much right now))

[antioceas]

"... I know how to make myself big and annoying. It's just... what's the point in trying when you know you're going to die anyways? You're only causing yourself more pain. I don't care about my image or my pride..." Calondra wrapped her arms around herself, glancing off. Perhaps, it was simply because Calondra had lived so close to death for so long. The fear sometimes died out before it could be useful for anyone. Especially Calondra...

"You didn't answer my question though. Why would you help me? What if I was a... what you call them? Vampire hunters?" Coppery red hair fanned out on either side as Calondra tilted her head back. Wasn't he making it harder for himself in the future? So why work so hard to protect her from his kind?

"... Who are you?" Probably not the wisest question to ask. And maybe even more foolhardy for him to answer. Then again, the vampire seemed more... willing to give her information than she originally believed he would be. Maybe they were both fools in the end.

[brokerofsecrets]

The argument seemed pointless the longer it went on. "In order to live?" It was almost not a question, an acknowledgement of that pesky damn instinct that wouldn't leave even him. The only reason he hadn't just let a hunter kill him already- or do it himself. He certainly knew how to, at this point.

"If you were a hunter, I would have already been dead. Or at the very least injured." Very rarely had he met hunters who didn't immediately attack him, assume the worst once they realized he wasn't human. "... Or you're just the worst one I've ever met." He highly doubted that, and it was evident in his tone. He was confident in his ability to read people-

Of course she would ask that. All things considered, he could concede that it was a good question. One he really didn't care to answer. "... No one of importance." Another wave of his hand. He really should know better than to get attached by now.

[dulcetbloodmercy]

♡ ⸻ ˚ ❛@brokerofsecrets, continued from here  ❛ ˚ ⸻ ♡

Mercy didn’t look away, not even when the word obviously settled between them like a challenge. Truth be told, she had far better places to be, department stores still buzzing with last-minute shoppers, half-wrapped gifts waiting on her bed, a dining table that was absolutely not going to decorate itself before her family descended like festive vultures. And yet, here she was, again. Sent on another errand by her Watcher for reasons that never seemed to fully add up.

Her gaze flicked briefly to the scattered books and papers, the familiar scent of old paper and dried remains of whatever fragrance her Watcher dosed himself in, clinging to the office, before returning to him just as steadily.

“Obviously?” she echoed, head tilting, tone light and almost playful. A beat passed before she finally added, dry and decisive, “Wrong answer, Candy cane.”

Mercy didn’t relax, especially not when his hands lifted, if anything, it only sharpened her focus. She knew exactly what this place held, far more than dusty books and overlooked paperwork. Grimoires, artifacts, and files that should never leave these walls, files with names, faces, Slayers, Potentials.

“Really,” she echoed, flat. “Because as far as I’m aware, this building is empty at night. No students, no staff… just one night guard who’s probably parked downstairs with a cup of coffee and a bag of marshmallows, pretending he’s not terrified of his own shadow.” She tilted her head slightly, a smile tugging at her lips, almost friendly.

 Keyword being ‘almost’.

“But if you’re in need of a snack, I could always call him up here,” she went on. “Ask him to bring you a candy bar or two. And then ask him to escort you out… Kindly.” Her gaze slid away for the first time as she stepped closer to the wall, fingers brushing the hilt of a medieval sword hanging there more as décor than defense, though she knew better.

“Or,” she added, eyes snapping back to him, “I could remove you from here myself.”

[brokerofsecrets]

Teague, meanwhile, didn't have anywhere better to be. No late night meetings, no shopping he had to worry about, no decorating he was planning to do. Which meant he had all the time in the world to do whatever he damn well pleased.

He raised a brow, amused by the comment- who knew how much of that was genuine. He was aware he wasn't in a good position, tried to recall the path he took to get in- it was likely his best way out. He could accept a failure now and then, regardless of whether or not the activity was important. This one had simply been for his own curiosity. It would seem, unfortunately, it would be safer for him to move again. He hadn't even gotten that far in his poking around- enough to know he definitely shouldn't be here, not enough to fully grasp just how much danger he was now in.

"And perhaps that's where I was heading," with a shrug as he watched her step toward some of the décor. Sharp décor. He slid half a step the opposite way she went, an inch back. It wasn't quite toward the way he came in. That was likely a bad idea. "Just happened to find an easier way in here." As if he wasn't being threatened. "Really, you should probably have someone check that- it was quite easy to get in through that window." He still hadn't lowered his hands, seemed to be hoping to avoid a fight. He wasn't good in direct combat.

[sarcasticmercy]

((Look I know I'm already slow, and y'all's patience is appreciated, but I don't know if I'll be back until boyfriend is done thinking the neighbors have hacked his fucking phone))

[brokerofsecrets]

((I'm alive, I swear. Life's just... Life))

[brokerofsecrets]

What flower are you (but it’s deep)

Dahlia You deserve better. They hurt you. It fills you with pain and light at the same time. If you have no one? How can you be hurt again? You bury them deep, worrying that you will soon occupy the grave next to them. I know you’re, I’ve been there. I miss you. You miss them.

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