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i etched the face of a stopwatch on the back of a raindrop and did a swap for the sand in an hourglass claudia stilinski. 42. phantom ravi vara. 27. utterly fucked penned & beloved by naomi

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Muffled screams. The sound wasn’t quite as pleasing as earsplitting cries of pain, but it would make due when there were too many nosy souls in this town. There was less chance for a muffle cry to be heard by anything non-supernatural – namely, hunters. Not that hunters scared him in the least, but they were a pain in the ass to deal with. He really didn’t feel like explaining to some addle-brained gunslinger that all of tricks and tools of the trade were useless against him.

The poor soul in front of him was an older gentleman, preacher from a town over that had traveled to Beacon Hills out of curiosity. When he had arrived, he’d first run into the Devil himself. Though he’d only been trying to spread the ‘good word’, Lucifer couldn’t help but grow agitated at the praise and idolization of his Father, and the usual threats and insulting tone people used when discussing the archangel himself.

So, the angel had pinned him to the wall of the church they were in - waiting for the sermons to end - and sewn his mouth shut with a flick of his finger. Now, he paced with boredom as he snapped the preacher’s knuckles one by one after casual ‘conversation’.

“So, really,  how would you feel if you were the most loved being in all of creation and then your own Father turned his back on you – and turned everyone against you? Sure, I had to spend some time proving to Dad that you people; you humans were as flawed as I knew you to be – introducing sin to you, proving that your souls could be twisted and corrupted.” He stated, knowing full well the man could only answer with muffled prayers. He still could hear them. 

“Too much?” He asked him, looking over his work with a contemplative expression when he heard the doors of the church opening up. “Oh, a visitor.” He said with a childlike giddiness to his voice as he kept a finger pointed at the preacher and turned his attention towards the doors. “Services aren’t until later, my child!” He called out with a faux serenity, listening to his voice echo.

     UNLIKE EVERYTHING HE HAD LEARNED FROM TWILIGHT, being a vampire was actually the pits. don’t get burned up, don’t get staked through the chest -- so many things he had to be cautious about that simply hadn’t been a problem before. Lamenting the days when simple mortality let him drift through the passing of time, Ravi made his way down the block because he had rushed to work knowing in his bones that he was late only to find out that he wasn’t even scheduled to tend that night. 

     Kicking a stray stone down the block, the light reflecting off of it was mesmerizing as it skittered down the block. Maybe this hot zombie this was okay, because the strength was no joke. As he mulled over heading back to his apartment or bothering whichever of his neighbors bothered to answer the door his ear pricked. 

     If asked to identify the sound he wouldn’t bet the ranch on it. was that whimpering? Ravi was mostly positive that someone or something was whimpering. Sighing up at the church that loomed over him, he almost shrugged it off but the possibility of an injured dog needing his help twinged the last bit ( how much was there exactly anyway? ) of humanity within him.

     Spurred into action, because what kind of demon just ignores a dog in need?!, Ravi bound up church steps. When he was coming to terms with everything he wanted free wine to he snuck into Sunday service and downed way too much boxed wine not to feel even slightly buzzed. Pulling at the door handle, it half leapt off of its hinges to accommodate his wishes. Ever-ready to apology for his newfound clumsiness, the voice caught him off guard -- hopefully they wouldn’t make him pay for the door.

     “Hello??” It wasn’t the greatest response, but he couldn’t think of a single thing to say. Rav vowed not to shit talk the next protagonist in a horror movie who did the same. Scanning the church, nothing seemed out of place except the steady taiko drum of a heartbeat thudding like a hunted rabbit. Making his way further into the church, the erratic heart acting like a beacon. The pair before him was... a lot to take in. Despite how quickly his senses picked up and assembled the world around him, his mind lagged because it certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. “Is.... Is this some kind of sex thing? I’m totally not judging if it is but you need a safe word or something bro. That guy's heart’s gonna explode or something.” 

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AVAN JOGIA // MALE // HE/HIM // SNAP OUT OF IT - ARCTIC MONKEYS || The nemeton’s curse claims another. RAVINDER ‘RAVI’ VARA (OC ) has been lured to Beacon Hills. The 27 / 27 year old VAMPIRE is said to be both +IDEALISTIC & -UNRELIABLE which is why i guess they’re called “ the wildcard ”. HE is currently working as a BARTENDER @ THE DOLLHOUSE while stuck here. I wonder how long that will last?

Forever isn't for everyone,                                             is forever for you?

B A S I C   I N F O R M A T I O N LEGAL NAME: Ravinder Vara NICKNAMES: ravi DATE OF BIRTH: January 7 - cap / aqu / cancer CURRENT AGE: “27″ GENDER | SEXUALITY: Cis Male  SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english

LIKE[S]: surfing, the sea, DISLIKE[S]: raw onion, splinters, when you make eye contact with someone on the street and they don’t smile back reflexively  FEAR[S]: at this point?? everything but an std PERSONALITY TRAITS: grounded, motivated, finisher, pettiness

P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N HAIR COLOR: Black EYE COLOR: Brown HEIGHT: 5′11 BUILD: athletic DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: looks like one of aphrodite’s love thugs TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: yea

E X T R A BACKGROUND/HISTORY:

up until three weeks ago ravi could not have been more oblivious to the supernatural world outside of pop culture

literally has not read a book in like nine years

for the last year and a half, he’s lived out of his sprinter van driving up and down the west coast of north america chasing the waves and the sun and making friends

when he woke up underneath stearns wharf he thought he just got a little too drunk the night before 

what he wasn’t expecting was to be hungry as fuck, trying to get off in the back of a warehouse rave and ingest blood. it happens..., happened, but it certainly wasn’t on his vision board.

driving out of santa barbara like a bat out of hell, ravi’s been hitting up cities trying to find someone for the night to nibble on and then carry on.

he doesn’t know why he stopped in BH, hell, he doesn’t even know who his sire is, but he felt compelled to settle in.

landing an easy gig as a bartender he’s shacked up in a crap apartment bringing home guests after last call.

he takes pleasure in the simple things, though has been sulkier than usual with his new -- condition

hm, thats all i have because he’s an idiot and so am i. that’s all you really need to know. hmu for plots and stuff, im always down to clown

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SOPHIA BUSH // CIS FEMALE // SHE/HER // THIS MUST BE THE PLACE ( Naive Melody ) - TALKING HEADS || The nemeton’s curse claims another. CLAUDIA STILINSKI (TW) has been lured to Beacon Hills. The 42 year old resurrected WITCH is said to be both +QUIXOTIC & -SELF-SERVING which is why i guess they’re called “the phantom”. SHE is currently working as a HOMEOPATHIC CONSULTANT while stuck here. I wonder how long that will last?

HOME is where i want to be                                      pick me up and turn me around

B A S I C   I N F O R M A T I O N LEGAL NAME: Claudia Stilinski née Gajos NICKNAMES: claud DATE OF BIRTH: November 23 - sagittarius CURRENT AGE: “42″ GENDER | SEXUALITY: Cis Female  SPOKEN LANGUAGES: polish, english

LIKE[S]: gardening, home cooked meals DISLIKE[S]: rudeness, power imbalances, ruthlessness FEAR[S]: anything happening to her family PERSONALITY TRAITS: easygoing, restless, cheerful, short temper but quick to forgive when given a heartfelt apology, idealistic, independent, curious, fair-minded, compassionate, dreamy quality, passionate

P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Hazel HEIGHT: 5′4 BUILD: athletic DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: dimples, great teeth TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: double lobe piercings

F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N SPOUSE: Noah Stilinski CHILD(REN): Mieczysław

E X T R A PINTEREST NATAL CHART: sag ☉, cancer ☾, sag ↑ BACKGROUND/HISTORY: 

     as a young girl born in the polish country side, claudia was always in-touch with nature. from sunrise to sunset, she could be found getting into trouble playing amongst the trees. as her abilities grew, she found herself exploring this plane and the next. with a knack for dreamweaving and illusionary spellwork - she would soothe children and adults alike with night terrors. unfortunately, the freedom to use magic as she pleased didn’t last long. another coven, as old as their own wasn’t pleased with the clientele they had developed in a catholic lockdown. what sent them over the edge was the trial of their matriarch. they blamed the gajos and their wanton use of magic for exposing them and their loss. they vowed their revenge.      leaving the familiarity of poznań for the shroud of secrecy and privacy that america provided was a tremulous shift in claudia’s life. traveling and exploring was something that she had always yearned for, but the thought of running, of being run out of her home -- off their family’s land -- was something that never sit quite right. once they made it to america, the family split up - claud and her babka in california and her parents and her younger twin siblings hidden in the depths of the midwest.      under the watchful eye of her babka, she kept up with her studies. her intuition had always been especially powerful, guiding her loosely in the right direction. her knowledge of herbs expanded. and she became an excellent chef as a side effect of constant potion brewing. through years of practice her spellcraft was some of the best, but she never advertised herself, simply caring for those around her and watching her family age through mailed photos.      for a decade and a half, her life was utter bliss. she fell in love with her best friend, her other half, her soulmate, and tutted around their shared home with a bubbly baby on her hip. between tending to her garden, taking shifts down at the hospital, and mixing remedies for anyone who accepted her help claudia couldn’t ask for anything else. the joy she experienced every single day put her at ease and she forgot about the past -- about the bounty put on her family’s name.       she felt it like a gun shot. an exit wound disturbance in the peace she had grown so accustomed to. a ripple that tore reality from her grasp.

     waking in her grave wasn’t a surprise, but fighting through the rich soil and finding no one there to greet her certainly was...

im tired of rambling and i hope you just scrolled down here to know that i am always down to plot so hmu or not! totally cool either way!

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