SOLDIERS

niccolo soriano [ 52, human, hunter, leader of the fellowship of the sun ]. zion chachere [ 23, witch, church administrator ].

[creekfms]

dependent  multi  -  muse  blog  for  @fangtv.  written  by  vlad  [  he  /  him,  28,  est  ].  important  character  links  below.

niccolo  soriano.  52  y/o  human.  hunter  +  leader  of  the  fellowship  of  the  sun.  [  intro,  visage,  musings,  interactions  ]

zion  chachere.  23  y/o  witch.  church  administrator  at  lafleur  church.  [  intro,  visage,  musings,  interactions  ]

[creekfms]

BENJAMIN  &  NICCOLO.  the  sons  that  ended  up  like  their  father. / @saltswounds

[creekfms]

ZOYA  &  ZION.  the  yin  &  yang  twitches. / @doeherd

[doeherd]

⋆ ⋆      𝘇𝗶𝗼𝗻  , @creekfms lefleur church      . 

She  listens  to  the  rain  sometimes  and  thinks  she  hears  their  parents’  voices  in  it.  Zoya  even  now,  is  an  observer.   She  is  careful  here,  watches  the  movements  of  the  pastor      ⸻        hears  the  passion  and  the  strain  of  pain  in  their  sermon.   That  sound  of  something  unsettling  being  formed  inside  her  belly,  the  twisting  of  grief. It’s  possible  that  her  twin  is  also  correct  in  his  questions  about  absolution.  What  mercy  is  given  to  those  who  live  once  again     ⸻   reanimated  and  rotten  to  the  very  core.  Why  should  vampires  govern  over  all  mortals?  Why  should  there  be  exceptions  to  death  itself?  It  seemed  unfair.  She  waits  in  the  line  of  church  -  goers  thanking  the  pastor  for  the  service  and  offers  a  nod  and  a  smile  to  them  as  well.  At  the  end  of  it,  she  lingers  in  the  doorway  of  the  small  administrative  office  to  the  side  of  the  entrance  lobby.  She  leans,  shoulder  -  first,  against  the  mahogany  wood  and  offers  a  slight  hum.      “  So  this  is  where  you’ve  been  hiding,   hm ?   “      It’s  a  lilted  tease,  bringing  them  back  to  times  when  it  was  just  the  two  of  them  running  through  meadows  and  finding  bullfrogs  under  a  hot  August  sun.   It  was  so  simple  back  then.   Now?   Now  it  was  like  wading  through  days  old  mud  trying  to  find  a  quarter.    She  could  hear  the  rain  hitting  the  stained  -  glass  windows  from  here,  a  comforting  sound.   “   Let’s  go  for  lunch.   I  want  to  hear  what  you’ve  been  up  to. “

[creekfms]

things  were  complicated  since  they  were  kids.  pitted  against  one  another  then  bounded  together  by  lost  and  grief.  zion  handled  things  differently  than  his  twin  sister.  he  became  hateful,  inheriting  that  from  their  father.  he  was  also  extremely  hypocritical  and  two  faced.  if  the  town  didn't  have  their  backs  then  he'd  have  to  protect  them  against  it  too.  even  as  someone  that  worked  in  the  church  and  was  supposed  to  be  all  about  the  word,  sometimes  he  felt  like  the  pastors  weren't  doing  enough.  that's  why  he  wore  their  attire  and  a  mask  late  at  night.  performed  exorcisms  on  their  behalf.  he  was  sure  that  counted  for  blasphemy  on  some  level,  another  reason  he  was  going  to  hell.  when  he  heard  the  familiar  voice,  it  broke  him  out  of  his  trance  of  being  lost  in  work.   “   you  act  live  i've  been  here  for  weeks  on  end.   ”   zion  might  as  well  have  been.  he  closed  a  cabinet  that  he  had  been  sorting  through  and  locked  it.  then,  he  made  sure  his  bag  was  also  closed.  it  felt  hot  with  the  grimoire  being  housed  in  it,  like  he  was  one  of  the  ones  the  pastors  preached  again.  so,  he  stood  up  and  slid  the  strap  of  the  bag  over  his  shoulders.  after  ensuring  everything  was  locked  and  shut  down,  he  walked  around  the  desk  to  meet  zoya  at  the  door.   “   i  live  a  boring  life  compared  to  you,  trust  me.  ”   that  probably  wasn't  true  anymore  either.

[saltswounds]

███ BENJAMINSORIANO ⸻ niccolo soriano ,

THEY ALL HAD A BIT OF THEIR FATHER IN THEM , niccolo more than the rest , but benji couldn't pretend like he too didn't share the same sentiments that luciano had. he just chuckles at his brother's words , remembering just who taught him to pull the trigger in the first place. their dad was hardly ever there , always off on hunting trips. but niccolo? he remained. he hates the sincerity in his tone , the way his eyes turn soft when he looks at ben. he wasn't wrong to look out for his little brother , benjamin had been a different man under the weight of his grief , but he'd be damned if he were to ever admit it. he just offers a half - assed shrug , brushing off niccolo's concern like he always does. ' what's the point of preachin' death to vampires when you can just get the job done yourself? ' is he being a bit rude? maybe , but he didn't see much of a point in his brother's little charade. ' i'm looking for something. ' something , or someone?

[creekfms]

A  SOLDIER  TURNED  INTO  A  SERGEANT.  that's  how  he  viewed  himself  when  it  came  to  his  family.  most  older  siblings  ended  up  becoming  a  pseudo  parent.  while  he  was  still  that  for  benji  and  the  youngest  ,  it  came  with  other  expectations.  he  needed  to  make  sure  that  they  were  quick  on  the  trigger  and  had  a  killer  aim.  that  they  could  carve  stakes  on  their  free  time.  he  became  the  teacher  he  resented  for  part  of  his  life.  his  relationship  with  luciano  was  complicated  at  best.  “  how  the  public  views  you  matters.  i'm  done  moving  from  place  to  place.  time  to  turn  our  hatred  into  something  that  brings  people  together.  ”  he  scoffed  at  his  own  words  though.  nicky  would  have  never  put  his  hatred  behind  him.  it  stemmed  from  that  fateful  night  as  a  child,  hearing  what  they  did  to  his  mother.  “  are  you  going  to  tell  me  what  or  are  we  going  to  play  a  game  of  charades  ?  i  can  help  you  find  it.  ”  he  might  have  even  tucked  it  away  himself  if  it  was  a  weapon.

[saltswounds]

███ LENNONTALBOT ⸻ zion chachere ,

ONE WOULD ASSUME that in a town like lafleur people would be a bit more cautious around the forthcoming full moon. it wasn't as though her presence in the sky was some sort of divine miracle , a surprise to those who basked under her light. no , it waxed and waned like always , much to lennon's chagrin. he has only one night to prepare , waxing gibbous taunting overhead. he assumes that his wolf is as chaotic as his human self , not that he remembers much after a shift , and per the behest of others he's always taken precautions , isolating himself in the fauna surrounding the bayou for the sake of the town's population. running into others under the cover of the moonlight wasn't necessarily uncommon , though they were typically of a certain undead variety. ' yeah - ' he lies. ' just thought i'd take a late night dip with the gators. '

[creekfms]

SHOULD  HE  BE  MORE  CAREFUL?  most  definitely,  but  the  idea  of  a  loose  werewolf  or  shifter  didn't  scare  him.  not  even  this  close  to  the  moon.  zion  had  been  so  focused  on  enacting  his  revenge  against  vampires  that  he  considered  all  other  supernatural  beings  to  be  more  docile.  which  was  his  first  mistake.  he  moved  freely  knowing  that  wolves  frequented  the  bayou  more  often  than  not.  since  that  meant  the  vampires  probably  tried  to  stay  away  from  it  as  much  as  possible.  “  don't  judge  them  too  hard,  now.  the  gators  were  here  before  any  of  us.  ”  knowing  how  old  some  people  were,  that  could  have  also  been  another  potential  lie.  the  witch  smiled  softly  as  he  glanced  around,  taking  in  a  deep  breath  to  ensure  he  knew  where  the  path  to  the  water  actually  was.  “  don't  let  me  stop  you  if  you  claimed  a  swim  then.  ” 

[coffinled]

" am i going the wrong way ? " she asks immediately, her eyes shooting towards the path which draws her. the water in the bayou may not be the same as the deep of her home, but it's close enough to quiet ... a part of her which screams. still, kore could admit this place tripped even her up⸻ no. she'd never admit it aloud, only to herself. she blinks and gives off a small scoff as she returns to look at him. the attire registers all at once: all black, a bag, a towel, dirt on his hands. this was not typically the look someone on their way to the water. he could be and entirely be eccentric or ... whatever else land dwellers were, but still she hums, curious. following is a feigned need: " you won't let me get lost, right? "

[creekfms]

" oh no, you're not. don't you worry about that." which then begged the question as to why he was walking in the opposite direction. the twitch, twin witch as he mentally referred to himself and zoya, had to come up with an excuse. thankfully, he was quick on his feet when it came to lying. " the bayou has a way about it. every path leads to the water if you walk long enough. " a small smile formed on his face as he wiped his hands on the bottom of his towel. " i tripped a little bit trying to get around, but if we follow this path. " his right hand shot up, pointing over to a clear pathway. " we should reach the water in no time. " then, his right hand moved up to wrap around the handle of his bag. " stick with me and i promise not to let you get lost. "

[pathshroud]

they smell the herbs spilling from him before they see him. having come to this as one of their private swimming spots for some time, rather comical: freezing up, like a statue, then slow-turning around and this crunch appears to be what he has heard. the crickets start up their perilous song, the bullfrogs laying low down near that reckless water, and pear looks rather conspicuous: hair let down from their work plait in rumpled waves, no shoes, just a towel for their own belongings? they glance his attire up and down. ( if i ask no questions ... he won't! right. ) "iiii ... yes! yes i am. i fancied a swim before work." with the charm of his smile, pear returns it more easily, having covered for their own and their twin's existence all their life. "i'm most definitely not local but i think we can solve this puzzle, yeah?" at least he didn't see me afterwards. naked and freaking afraid and scaly.

[creekfms]

the secrets that people hid in the night. he was sizing them up, eyes scanning what they were wearing and caring. unlike him, they actually looked like they were there for a swim. suddenly, he felt like he couldn't be suspicious or question her in that moment. unless he wanted the same treatment in return. "that's good! they say that water is healing and all that, y'know? more people would probably feel regulated if they took dips before their shifts." his own alarm bells rang off. if they were there for an actual swim, then it was obvious he wasn't coming from the water. still, he kept a small and polite smile glued onto his face. he couldn't let himself be caught slipping. his twin's life was also on the line here. "even the locals get lost. i'm exhibit a of that." he chuckled softly, nodding his head. "that would be awfully kind of you, thank you."

[coffinled]

the night has long been arjun's friend. before even their blood went silent and their home buried the night offered a gentle calm. it never bothered them, no, even in more dysfunctional times and dread. someone would expect a tragedy at night; most feared the dark alley over the dimly lit one. to expect is to accept. they've long accepted. so when a voice rings and it's question is laughable, arjun does laugh and pause on the draw of a cigarillo. " first you open with bad irony and then follow it with ... a gesture of blind kindness. " they gesture with the smoking end towards the car, " i can't tell which of us is suppose to be the stupid one. me, who could say yes or you who asked. " another laugh escapes laced in that woodsy aroma. " you have to agree it's ridiculous, right ? "

[creekfms]

manipulation can easily seep into the night air. perhaps that was one of the main reasons why niccolo enjoyed it. not only were vampires out and about more frequently, but it was easier to get away with things. his organization might have thrived in the daytime, but his hunting was primarily done at night. so when they laugh, his eyes simply wash over them, taking them in. he can't do anything, he knows this. they're high up in their world and in the town. he has to behave. " you wound me. i didn't think it was bad irony. " he feigned a pout as his eyes follow arjun's gesturing. " both could be stupid. although, because i detest your way of life and you stand for everything my organization despises doesn't mean we have to hate each other. " a teasing grin replaced the pout, looking back at them. it's clear he doesn't mean his own words. " isn't that what your kind wants ? for all of us to be friends. "

[saltswounds]

███ BENJAMINSORIANO ⸻ niccolo soriano ,

THEY WERE INEXPLICABLY DRAWN TOGETHER. wherever one soriano went another was bound to follow. granted , lafleur wasn't too terribly large a place , but that cosmic pull still remained. benji blamed it on his brother. if niccolo hadn't come crawling back maybe this curse that placed itself upon them would never have existed. or maybe he was just looking for an excuse. ' i could be askin' you the same thing. ' they were both loitering in the dead of night , just as treacherous as any creature that found solace in the dark. ' you worried about me , nicky? ' tone is sarcastic , a twinge of sentimentality to his words. ' i like what you did with the place. i'm sure the amateurs in that little support group of yours really appreciate the gesture. ' he's referring to his brother's hidden arsenal , of course.

[creekfms]

LIKE  MOTHS  TO  A  FLAME.  he  set  breadcrumbs  for  his  siblings  to  follow.  somehow,  following  in  luciano's  footsteps,  he  led  them  to  a  beacon  of  supernatural  creatures.  it  was  suffocating.  although  he  wasn't  going  to  openly  blame  himself  for  anything.  “  i'm  not  the  sibling  you  need  to  worry  about.  i'm  quick  with  the  trigger.  ”  that  much  was  true.  two  deadly  shots  now  lurking  around  the  parking  lot.  niccolo  would  laugh  at  the  similarties  between  them  and  the  vampires  if  he  didn't  hate  them.  “  should  i  be  worried,  benji  ?  ”  for  once,  he  sounded  genuine.  “  you  make  it  sound  like  i'm  in  a  knitting  club.  i've  heard  no  complaints  from  them,  thanks  for  noticing.  ”  a  small  grin  formed  on  his  face  as  he  leaned  against  a  wall.  “  are  you  knitting  tonight  or  just  snooping  around  ?  ” 

[creekfms]

status.  open location.  crossroads  motel  time.  almost  midnight 

the  motel  was  no  longer  his  home.  niccolo  needed  to  find  a  place  of  his  own  if  he  was  going  to  be  the  face  of  the  fellowship.  still,  he  had  a  tradition  to  stop  on  by  every  now  and  then.  the  hunter  had  stashed  a  couple  of  weapons  around  the  area  for  others  to  secretly  find.  some  of  the  rooms  were  also  used  to  pass  messages  along.  so,  he  was  strolling  through  the  parking  lot  and  taking  a  glance  of  everything.  up  until  he  spotted  someone  he  didn't  expect  to  see.  “  isn't  it  a  little  late  to  be  out  alone  ?  ”  he  squinted,  even  though  he  was  able  to  see  just  fine.  then,  he  chuckled  softly,  realizing  he  didn't  have  any  company  either.  “  i'm  heading  out  soon  if  you  need  a  ride  somewhere.  ”  he  pointed  over  to  his  car  at  the  end  of  the  lot.

[creekfms]

status.  open location.  the  bayou time.  right  after  the  sun  set  &  the  moon  went  up 

a  liar  always  needs  a  cover.  that's  why  zion  had  a  towel  thrown  around  his  shoulder  and  a  pair  of  swimming  trunks  packed  in  his  bag.  even  though  he  was  clad  in  all  black  from  head  to  toe.  he  had  been  collecting  herbs  for  a  spell,  but  he'd  claim  they  were  for  tea.  no  matter  that  he  was  nowhere  near  the  actual  water  and  was  heading  in  the  wrong  direction.  when  he  heard  something  crunch  behind  him,  he  stood  up  and  turned  away  from  the  bush.  a  charming  smile  plastered  across  his  face  and  he  waved  over  at  their  direction.  “  hey  there.  i  reckon  this  place  is  like  a  maze.  even  if  i  was  born  and  raised.  ”  zion  snickered  softly,  scratching  his  neck  with  his  left  hand.  “  are  you  on  your  way  to  the  water  ?  ” 

[creekfms]

          ✞          「    rows of loose music sheets spread over a piano,   detailed records kept for every church visitor he recognizes,   flames licking up his arms & engulfing his soul,   eyes scanning the room always looking for something.    」          cis male.   he+him.   ╱   now   nobody   in   lafleur   is   saying   ZION   CHACHERE   is   trouble,   but   nobody's   exactly   rushin'   to   defend   them   either.   folks   have   been   talkin'   about   the   23   year   old   church administrator at lafleur church   since   the   day   they   rolled   into   town.   seems   there's   always   some   new   story   about   how   they're   allegedly   a   witch   and   have   been   here   for   most   of   his life.   i   don't   put   much   stock   in   every   rumor   that   floats   through   this   shithole,   but   with   a   morbid,   industrious   &   vindictive   reputation   like   theirs,   something   tells   me   we   only   scratched   the   surface   of   the   KEITH POWERS   wannabe's   story.    ╲   𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗   𝚋𝚢   VLAD,   28,   he/him,   est.

full about is here ! some wanted connections below

people he performed secret exorcisms for: he knows them but they don't know he was the one that performed the exorcism on them. has a weird tendency to want to check up on them and see how they're doing. potentially creepy vibes from his side lmaoo

someone who knows his true personality: he's pretty two-faced in the sense that he acts like he's this lawful church goer who has no hate in his heart, but is filled with rage. someone that he can be his true self around and let his guard down would be fun

vampires he sasses for absolutely no reason: one sided beef 1000%. they might not know his history with vampires and why he hates them, but every time he sees them he's muttering something ( knowing they can hear him ) or rolling his eyes

a partner in crime: perhaps a fellow witch ( or anyone tbh ) that's either coming into their own abilities or have mastered it. someone he can essentially drop his "i'm not a witch, magic is baaad" facade around and light shit on fire with

[creekfms]

          ✞          「    the weight of responsibility thrusted onto the eldest son,   crossed fingers behind his back while making promises,   pressed suit & ties during debates but casual clothes during a hunt,   the sun shining through the window.    」          cis male.   he+him.   ╱   now   nobody   in   lafleur   is   saying   NICCOLO   SORIANO   is   trouble,   but   nobody's   exactly   rushin'   to   defend   them   either.   folks   have   been   talkin'   about   the   52   year   old   leader of the fellowship of the sun   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   four   years.   i   don't   put   much   stock   in   every   rumor   that   floats   through   this   shithole,   but   with   a   fastidious,   headstrong   &   authoritative   reputation   like   theirs,   something   tells   me   we   only   scratched   the   surface   of   the   TIMOTHY OLYPHANT   wannabe's   story.    ╲   𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗   𝚋𝚢   VLAD,   28,   he/him,   est.

full about is here ! some wanted connections below

fellow hunters / members of the fellowship: someone that he either hunted alongside of or someone that he can teach the ropes to. always excited to spread along his vendetta

children: has had a couple of partners before and probably a couple of kids running around. he's definitely a militant dad when he's around, making sure they learn the hunter trade. otherwise, moves around quite a lot so doesn't always keep in touch

previous partners: someone that helped him enjoy the moment & slow down once upon a time. it didn't last long because then he was onto his next case, but it was nice while it lasted

someone who he's hunting & for whatever reason, feels like he can't kill: a will they won't they, but it's if one of them is going to kill the other lmaooo. whether they're connected to his family or are in a position of power, he feels like he can't kill them for whatever reason

someone who he knows that got turned: someone he was close to that ended up getting turned. maybe even someone he knew when he was younger that he presumed to be dead. this definitely will have strained their relationship a bit

[notoricty]

keith  powers  via screen rant plus  .

[limitedseries]

The Bear— “The Original Beef of Chicagoland” (5.08)

[pipersjeep]

for @jessmcriano 💕