❝We are choking on halos that angels buried six feet under realization. the saddest one: we were never made to be holy❞' Multimuse blog for fangtv. Current characters: Samael, Ivan Burke, Wren Kang
WHO: Wren Kang & Dmitry Vasiliev (@noxastras)
WHERE: Outside After Hours
WREN KNEW IT WAS FOOLISH TO FOLLOW A VAMPIRE TO A BAR FILLED WITH VAMPIRES, BUT HE HOPED THAT FOOLISHNESS WOULD CAUSE THE TARGET TO LET THEIR GUARD DOWN. He had caught the vampire drinking a girl's blood a couple of weeks ago, and though the girl seemed like a willing participant, his hunter background taught him that all vampires need to be staked -- no matter if they appeared harmless. He also wanted to make up for the moment of hesitation he had during his last solo hunting adventure, with the vampire's fleeing body still haunting his mind most nights.
But though he accounted for a lot of things, what he didn't expect to see was the very vampire he was thinking of. His eyes landed on DMITRY VASILIEV and he froze, much like that day not long ago. He forced his eyes away and back towards his target, but much to his dismay, the vampire had disappeared into the bar and his chance was lost.
He should've called it a night and went home, but something in him drew him back to the vampire. So, instead of leaving, he found his body walking towards the man he should've killed before. He spoke in a hushed tone so no one aside from the man could hear the conversation, "What the hell are you doing here?"
RIA HAD NEVER EXPERIENCED THE HUMAN WORLD BEFORE. She was born and raised in hell, barely stepping foot outside her father's domain. It made navigating this new world tough because she was clueless to most humanly devices and emotions, but it also exciting as well. Every day was a new adventure for her, including her job as a reception at the Crossroads Motel.
She didn't know much about having a job or really what a receptionist or a motel was, but somehow, she managed to get the role. Although she's learned some stuff since getting hired (like don't throw flames at the guests--- most aren't fireproof), there was still a lot she didn't know. So, she relied on GRACE BURKE and the other employees to answer her questions.
And this was one such instance. A box next to her starting making a noise and it freaked her out. She pushed herself away from the desk before calling out, "Gracie!" She whined, looking like a dear in headlights, "This box thingie is making a weird noise!"
WHO: Samael & Jahmir Burke (@heartatrophy)
WHERE: Outside After Hours
SAMAEL WASN'T A BIG FAN OF SOCIALIZING. He was old, too old by most standards, and he just wanted to rest for an eternity. He lost his role as an archangel, had to deal with the reckoning of falling from grace and ending up in hell, and now he was stuck on earth because of a witch's bond. He had enough excitement to last him several lifetimes, and he just wanted some peace and quiet in the middle of the chaos.
And he had it for a brief second. Outside After Hours with a cigarette in hand and the muffled music in the background, it almost felt peaceful--- or as peaceful as a demon could get. But, there was no rest for the wicked, and he felt that sentiment as a shadow flashed across his eyes. He opened his eyes and spotted JAHMIR BURKE near him, his jaw clenching at the unwanted interrupting. "I'm not buying whatever you're selling, kid. Try some of the folks inside."
WHO: Samael & Katherine Marin (@faeriscare)
WHERE: The Bayou
SAMAEL WASN'T TOO PICKY WHEN IT CAME TO COMMISSIONS. As long as the person existed and the client was willing to pay the price, he was open to hearing them out and gauging whether the job was worth the effort. This current job was to track down a lone wolf that had piled up a large amount of debt in one of the neighboring towns and was now hiding out in Lafleur. All he knew was that she liked to hang around the bayou and her general description, but that was usually enough for him.
Except this time. He spotted what he thought was the target, and he went in for the grab. He wasn't supposed to kill this one--- just drag them back to the client so payment could be received, but the moment he reached his arms out to grab the target, he realized it was the wrong person. His hand clasped the girl's before he realized who he ran into--- KATHERINE MARIN, one of many annoyances he comes across. Just freaking great. "Uh--" He paused, realizing this must've looked strange. He didn't know how to explain his work without more questions arising, so he simply pulled his hand away and nodded, "... Go back to whatever the hell you were up to."
WHO: Samael & Ximena Cavazos (@deadhymn)
WHERE: Last Stop
SAMAEL'S LONG EXISTENCE MEANT HE HAD SEEN TOO MANY PLACES TO NAME. Every town he follows Ximena to blends together in his mind, a stark reminder of his role as an immortal and the ties that bound him to the human realm. He wouldn't say he preferred this to hell, for either way, all he wanted as to be left alone and wallow about his fate. Sadly, the longer he stayed in one place, the more solitude (aside from the pesky witch he's tied to) remained out of reach.
He gathered two beers and sat across from the one who wrapped a leash around him and made him a reluctant companion, XIMENA CAVAZOS. He slid one over to the witch before cracking open his own, letting the liquid settle on his tongue before he spoke, "How much longer are we staying here?" His eyes shifted over the crowd of people wandering around the establishment before he added, "People are getting too comfortable. Some human just tried asking me out."
✞ 「 wing-shaped scars carved into your back, carrying memories that haunt your dreams. The exhaustion that comes with a lifetime of built up resentment and the disappearance of your loved ones. The feeling of an invisible chain keeping you tethered to a world you long to abandon. 」 agender. he/him. ╱ now nobody in lafleur is saying SAMAEL is trouble, but nobody's exactly rushin' to defend them either. folks have been talkin' about the 500 year old bounty hunter since the day they rolled into town. seems there's always some new story about how they're allegedly a demon (fallen angel) and have been here for four months. i don't put much stock in every rumor that floats through this shithole, but with a indifferent, stubborn & cynical reputation like theirs, something tells me we only scratched the surface of the Alperen Duymaz wannabe's story. ╲ 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 alyx, 27, she/her, est. *ximenas demon wc
FILE.
full name: samael
age: 500 years old
gender / pronouns: agender, he/him
orientation: bisexual
occupation: bounty hunter, ximena's lap dog
family: n/a
faceclaim: alperen duymaz
inspiration: geralt of rivia (the witcher), zuko (avatar the last airbender), shrek (shrek)
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BIOGRAPHY.
You were once a being of glory, an archangel dubbed the "angel of death." You were the being sent to enact divine judgement and take human souls to their next destination. You were content with your job--- a loyal servant who never questioned your role in life. You could've spent your whole existence enacting your job and taking souls, but the afterlife had other plans for you.
Your demise came swiftly--- too swiftly for you to even predict. The death of an angel was rare, and it was enough to rattle those around you. It wasn't long before accusations began to fly, and your name seemed to be on everyone's list as the suspect. You had never gotten along with this particular angel, that much was certain, but you hadn't been the one to commit the crime. Still, your reputation as the angel of death and your relationship to the deceased caused the decision to be made for you, and you got your wings torn off and kicked out of heaven.
Your descent to the underworld came with mixed reactions. Some were excited to have a fallen angel in their midst, believing it helped strengthen their numbers against heaven. Others looked at you with suspicion, not quite trusting someone who had served high up not too long ago. You didn't care about any of their feelings towards you--- you just wanted to be left alone. And for many years, you got your wish. You just skulked around hell, eyes daring anyone to challenge an alleged angel killer, and resided yourself to a life of exile.
That is, until you were yanked from your exile and into the world of the living. Your eyes met that of a young witch's, and before you knew it, you were tied to her as a life source. You were forced to be in a world you didn't want to exist in, one that held memories that you'd rather erase, and tied to a woman you don't particularly enjoy being around. You wondered if it was divine punishment for allegedly killing one of your own, or a prank done by some of the demons who looked down upon a fallen angel. Either way, you're forced to make the most out of your existence until the witch grows bored of you and severs your bond.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
THE BETRAYER: This is the demon who actually killed the angel that got Samael kicked out of heaven. They had their eyes on him for a long time, and they longed to dig their claws into him and have them under his thumb. They befriended him after his arrival to hell and became his one companion, possessively keeping him to themself. They would've followed him to earth after he got bound to Ximena and are jealous that he's tied to someone other than them. I'm picturing a toxic friendship (maybe friends-with-benefits) that may turn into enemies if he ever finds out they caused his demise.
THE SHADOW: This is someone who will not get the hint that Samael wants to be left alone. They constantly badger him with questions about his life as a demon, and won't let him leave without telling a story about his experience in hell. He sees them as an annoying sibling he never asked for, and can't wait until they find another target and abandon him.
THE GHOST: This is a human who saw Samael when he was still an angel. I'm thinking they were on death's door and he came to collect their soul, but he got summoned back to heaven because it wasn't their time to pass away or some occurrence happened that interfered with his task (such as them getting turned into a vampire or some other creature). He'd seem like a familiar face to them, with the memory just out of reach, and he'd do his best to avoid them so they don't remember the truth.
OTHER: clients, targets for his bounty hunting business, enemies, drinking buddies, hookups, situationships, exes, someone he's drawn to for one reason or another, more people latching onto him and making him a reluctant father figure, other fallen angels who knew him during his time as an archangel, anything and everything!
✞ 「 the weight of familial expectations burdening your shoulders, longing to play god and turn back time, test tubes and research books littering your room and makeshift lab 」 cisgender male. he/him. ╱ now nobody in lafleur is saying IVAN BURKE is trouble, but nobody's exactly rushin' to defend them either. folks have been talkin' about the 35 year old surgeon since the day they rolled into town. seems there's always some new story about how they're allegedly a human and have been here for all his life. i don't put much stock in every rumor that floats through this shithole, but with a intelligent, obsessive & reclusive reputation like theirs, something tells me we only scratched the surface of the jacob anderson wannabe's story. ╲ 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 alyx, 27, she/her, est.
FILE.
full name: ivan theodore burke
age: thirty five
gender / pronouns: cis man, he/him
orientation: bisexual
affiliation: n/a
occupation: surgeon at lafleaur hospital, independent researcher
inspiration: victor frankenstein (frankenstein), henry jekyll (dr. jekyll and mr. hyde), temperance brennan (bones)
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BIOGRAPHY.
Your story isn’t one of ease. You weren’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth and the world’s riches at your fingertips. No, you were born to a mother whose lover ran out on her when the reality of raising three small children became too much. You were the oldest of the trio and the only one who remembers life as a two-parent household. You had watched as your mother pushed your father to love you and your siblings, only for him to withdraw at any smile or touch from you or your siblings’ hands. You had sensed the feeling of responsibility even then— had been the one to hold your siblings back whenever your father had shown nothing but the feeling of dread at the thought of his life never being his own again. And as your father packed his bags and left in the middle of the night, you were the only one watching as the door quietly closed shut and his car drifted out into the darkness.
The rest of your childhood was lonely as your mother picked up multiple jobs to try and support you and your siblings. You played the role of pseudo-father to your younger siblings, helping them get to and from school as your mother rested in between shifts. You felt that weight on your shoulders, and that knowledge that you were the one who was expected to help take care of everyone propelled you to push yourself in school. You spent countless all-nighters studying for tests, doing extra credit work, and ensuring everyone else kept up with their own studies as well. You told yourself you needed to help the family get to a secure place— that you owed it to your mother to take care of her in a way your father couldn’t— and you ended up accomplishing that goal.
You were naturally smart, and the intense way you studied helped you graduate at the top of your class. You ended up getting a scholarship to a state school, and after achieving high marks there as well, you went on to study at medical school. Years of internships and residency at Lafleaur Hospital helped you become a successful surgeon, and you were finally able to take care of your family like you longed to do since you were a child. Half of your earnings went to your mother and your siblings, and you felt like you could rest for the first time in your life. That is— until the day you failed to protect your sister from the harsh reality of the world.
You didn’t know how it happened exactly, but you came home to a frantic sight. Your sister had been attacked by some creature and had begun acting strangely. She tried to attack you and your brother, had muttered about being thirsty and the smell of blood, and you had no choice but to keep her tucked in a room until she settled down. You thought she contracted some sort of rabies virus, but after looking into the symptoms more, a more unreasonable explanation began to take shape— she had been turned into a vampire.
You helped her as you always had by bringing her blood from the hospital to help momentarily cure her thirst, but you knew it wasn’t a permanent solution. She needed to be cured, needed to go back to her old self, and you knew you were the only one with the mind and resources to do it. You ended up becoming an independent researcher whose goal was to cure vampirism. You studied vampires’ flesh and blood in an attempt to understand the workings of this condition, all to help your sister and those who need it. You don’t care how many vampires you have to injure and dissect to get to the bottom of this illness— you’ll study everyone until you can turn your sister back to normal and find a semblance of peace once more.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
THE TEST SUBJECTS: Ivan obviously needs vampire flesh, blood and other body parts to research for his cure, so this wc is for those vampires that have willingly (or unwillingly) taken part in his studies. He has his brother act as a lure to draw him vampires (for he doesn’t trust him to do much else), and helps himself to whatever he needs to further his studies. There could be compensation at play, or a promise to share the cure once it’s complete— anything to help him get what he needs.
THE SABOTEUR: Ivan wishes to cure vampirism and turn people back to humans, but there are obviously vampires who are against that concept. This vampire, in particular, wants to ensure that Ivan never accomplishes his goal. They have snuck into his makeshift lab (which I imagine resides near a graveyard), and destroyed some of his samples more than once. They’re essentially enemies, and Ivan wants nothing more than to get rid of them so they won’t hinder his work again.
THE SUSPICIOUS: While Ivan looks for a cure, he continues to sneak out blood for his sister in the meantime. This person works at the hospital and is growing suspicious of Ivan. They may not know he’s slipping blood bags away from the hospital, but they know he’s up to something and want to get to the bottom of it.
OTHER: people trying to partner with him, someone trying to become his lab assistant, workplace rival, workplace friends, mentee/mentor relationship, exes, one-night stands, situationships, childhood friends, childhood enemies, unknown half-siblings from his dad’s side, anything and everything!
✞ 「 the burden of being the only son remaining acting like a noose around your neck, hands shaking as you look for your prey, are you the hunter or the hunted? you don’t know which one you are— you don’t know which one you want to be 」 demi man. he/they. ╱ now nobody in lafleur is saying WREN KANG is trouble, but nobody's exactly rushin' to defend them either. folks have been talkin' about the 25 year old nurse since the day they rolled into town. seems there's always some new story about how they're allegedly a human (hunter) and have been here for all his life. i don't put much stock in every rumor that floats through this shithole, but with a softhearted, cowardly & loyal reputation like theirs, something tells me we only scratched the surface of the hudson williams wannabe's story. ╲ 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 alyx, 27, she/her, est.
FILE.
full name: wren kang
age: twenty five
gender / pronouns: cis man, he/him
orientation: bisexual
affiliation: vampire slayer in training
occupation: nurse at lafleaur hospital
family: ji-hoo kang (father, alive), rebecca kang (mother, deceased), vincent kang (older brother, deceased), jasper kang (older brother, presumed deceased)
faceclaim: hudson williams
inspiration: ponyboy curtis (the outsiders), peeta mellark (hunger games), will byers (stranger things)
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BIOGRAPHY.
Your family life could be divided into two distinct parts: before and after your mother's death. When your mother was still alive, you lived a blissful existence. Your father was a lawyer and an influential figure in the community, and your mother took care of her three sons. You were the youngest child in your family-- the one who preferred to read or tuck yourself in your mother's side rather than play around with the other kids your age. You were a shy thing, almost too soft for the world you were born in, and though your mother said your heart was your strength, that proved to be difficult to believe as time went on.
Unbeknownst to you at the time, your father was secretly a hunter when not working. He kept the secret from your family, but the secret came to life the day your mother perished. It was a revenge ploy: your father killed a vampire's companion, so they took your mother as a form of punishment. The knowledge that your father's actions caused harm to his family caused him to spiral, and it wasn't long before he abandoned his job and dedicated his time to training his sons to destroy the vampires and other supernatural beings once and for all.
You were never a fighter, not even in your youth. Your hands shook the moment a weapon was placed in them. Your body froze the moment your father pushed you to practice fighting moves with your brothers. You cried the moment a punch was thrown, even when you were just watching from the sidelines. You weren't meant for the life of a slayer, and your brothers saw that all too clearly. They tried their best to keep you out of the business, to tuck you away from your father's zeal, and you were grateful for them. You spent their training sessions reading about medicine instead, longing to be a healer more than someone who harms for a living.
Your brothers' dynamic worked until they went missing on a routine mission. Your father's mental state grew worse at the knowledge that two more family members were gone because of supernatural beings, and he set his sights on you as his last living heir. You had no one to protect you from his fervor, and you were forced into the mold of a hunter despite your reservations. You trained under his guidance for months, longing for the day your brothers would return and relieve you of your duties. They never did, and you were instead forced to take the lives of those considered undead or non-human.
It was ironic how your father deemed you a success and let you go hunting on your own, only for you to crumble at the first sign of violence. You cornered a vampire on the outskirts of Lafleaur and were set to kill it, but something within you held back and stopped your hand. You just watched the vampire and saw a humanness staring back at you, and it was enough to make you falter and drop your weapon. You watched as the beast ran away, and guilt (and a mixture of awe) wrapped itself around you at the knowledge of what you've done.
Now, there's even more of a hesitancy in your step as you trail behind your father and any other hunters you come across. You know you'd be looked at as a traitor if they knew you intentionally failed to kill one of their targets, and that knowledge shakes you every time you look at your father or go on a mission. You still long for the day when you can leave this life of bloodshed and violence behind, but as the days drag on, you begin to wonder if that's even possible anymore. Little hunter, are you the deer or the wolf?
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
THE HAUNTING: The vampire (or other supernatural creatures--- im flexible tbh) that Wren let escape. They have haunted his dreams since that day--- his mind thinking about why he didn't kill them and why they didn't kill him in return. He finds himself longing to see them again, unsure if it's the desire to finish what he failed to do the first time or just to gaze upon their features once more. One could call his feelings a crush that's meant to blossom into more, but he wouldn't dare acknowledge that out loud. After all, he was raised to despise vampires, not long for their hand. (This is definitely designed to be an enemies to lovers, forbidden love connection!)
THE VAMPIRE WHO KILLED HIS MOTHER: This is the one who started his father's descent into hysteria. Wren is said to look just like his mother, so they more than likely would be able to put two and two together upon seeing the new hunter. Whether they brag about their kill or feel bad for taking away someone's mother is UTP.
THE SUSPECT: This is a hunter who doesn't believe that Wren is truly doing his job of hunting the supernaturals. They're suspicious of his claims that his missions are successful (as they should be, because they're definitely not) and are determined to expose him as a liar and see what's holding him back from completing his duties.
OTHER: fellow hunters, the experienced hunter who took him under their wing, childhood friends, childhood bully, people who knew or dated vincent in the past, someone who always gets hurt and visits him at the hospital, someone he suspects is stealing blood from the hospital for selling purposes, vampires trying to turn him into a bloodbag, exes, anything and everything!
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