G E M M A

Gemma Morrone. 139. Vampire. Owner of The Church. "The moon is my sun, the night is my day. Blood is my life, and you are my prey."

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dgorsova‌:

Demetri eyes the woman for a moment as she responds to his comment, a smirk playing on his lips as he nods. “Mostly with my knees on the ground and a lot of alcohol in my system.” He winks at her, deciding to be as transparent with her as he could even though she was a complete stranger. But something about her is drawing him in and for a moment, he knows they would get along well — even if only within the confines of these walls after the sun has gone down. Besides, Demetri knows that’s when everything fun happens, anyway.

“Oh, you treat me well, woman.” The man quips, voice appreciative and thick as he watches his new friend go for the exact thing he has been craving. It isn’t as though he’s particularly starving, but the party always got a little bit more exciting with the addition of the crimson liquid, in Demetri’s humble opinion. He licks his lips as she brings the small glass to him and, quickly, he raises it in cheers before he knocks it back with a gentle hum.

Though the grin never faltered, Gemma arched her left brow just slightly at his response. “Sounds like a good time to me.” A century was a long time, which allowed for a lot of things to happen. Some decades passed by quicker than others, some were more enjoyable than others. It depended on the company, and the place. Gemma had to admit, she didn’t hate tonight’s company. 

“Gemma,” she told him after he spoke. “It’s Gemma.” She figured after the small talk, it was only fair he knew her name. Besides, she liked to have people on her good side. Maybe that was just her manipulative side talking. It wasn’t necessarily that she wanted people to like her, she just needed them not to hate her, in case they would ever be needed for something. Especially company like the male in front of her, one of her own species, could come to very good use. “You don’t even know the half of it,” she offered in return, that same grin still ghosting on her lips as the tone of her voice had dropped slightly, before bringing the small glass up to her lips and downing the red, thick liquid. “Not bad, hm?”

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nathanielxtalbot‌:

Nathaniel had spent a good portion of the evening in the company of a few business associates. And yet slowly but surely, each one had excused themselves for the evening, choosing to retire to the comfort of their own homes, their families. Nate on the other hand didn’t have such commitments, leaving but an empty home waiting for him. The idea to most his age would have been perhaps somewhat lonely but the male enjoyed his own company, even if there was a empty void that remained unfilled. Having ordered another drink he moved from the comfort of the secluded booth to that of a bar stool, watching absentmindedly as patrons came and went about their own business. Gaze finally shifting to settle on that of a brunette, there was something about her that reminded him of someone, someone he knew many moons ago, so much so he’d caught himself staring, or observing being the better word. “My apologies.” He remarked, as the woman called him out for his actions. “You simply remind me of someone I used to know.” He answered honestly, offering something akin to the ghost of a smile as he muttered a thanks to the bartender, drink placed before him.  

Brows moved up slightly at his choice of words, her interest piqued now. “Oh, really?” As she eyed him, she tried to gauge what or who he was. Not a vampire – maybe a wolf. It hadn’t been the first time someone had either mistaken the vampire for someone else, or had actually known her decades ago. Times changed, and Gemma certainly didn’t remember everyone she came across. What were the chances of bumping into someone she knew from before Blackvale? In a town like this, filled with supernatural beings – there was a rather fat chance that was, in fact, the case. “Tell me more – who knows, I might have some twin running around without even knowing about it.”

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valkyrieasunder‌:

Nikola watched on silently mulling over people with her different occupational visions. The fighter, the hunter, but now she was just fucking starving. Hues narrowed as she watched what seemed to be more humanoid a few feet in front of her. She hadn’t taken notice to how close to Gemma she had stood. A small sigh emitted from her lips, “Someone sounds hangry. I can relate. Though brooding in a corner is rather cliche, don’t you think?” 

“Hangry?” Gemma repeated, pushing her brows together slightly as she eyes the blonde beside her. “What does that even mean?” Nikola was no stranger, and she’d rather make conversation with her than one of those pathetic humans – or even worse, a werewolf of witch, if they dared step foot in the building. “You know I’m all about those cliches.” Her feet dragged her behind the bar, reaching for the bottle filled with cool blood and pouring it in two glasses, handing one the blonde. “What brings you here tonight?”

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skyleracker‌:

Skyler entered the bar with a level of frustration that had already reached its brim. The recent case that had fallen on her table was one like many she’d received in the last few months, though unlike anything she’d ever seen before her arrival within Blackvale. Animal attacks, others decapitated, without any blood left in their form. A cult, maybe a criminal organization that had settled themselves within their small little town. None of it made sense to the police officer. “I said I’ll have what you’re having.” She retorted, tilting her head to the bartender to signal she had been speaking to him.

“Oh,” Gemma spoke, not seeing that one coming. Her eyes flickered between the brunette and the glass in her own hands. Perhaps blood mixed with vodka wouldn’t be the best drink of choice for the, what she presumed, human. Besides, the bartender had no clue as to what she was drinking. “You know what, sweetie? I’ll make you one of my specials.” She offered, a sickening smile settled on the curve of her lips as he moved behind the bar, grabbing a shaker and throwing in different liquids. Once that process was done, she grabbed a cocktail glass and poured it, sliding the now filled glass towards the brunette. “There you go.”

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tiberloche‌:

Quinn’s was the closest thing to home that Tiber had. He’d forgone his own cabin long ago, and settled into the shabby loft somewhere up over the bar. It made it easy to stumble into his bed after a long night of too much whiskey. Even better- the basement housed the shackles and chains that he’d utilized at least once a month. Convenient. But that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the rest of what Blackvale had to offer. Tiber was a simple man. Curious. Thirsty. Lucky for him the town had more bars than it had restraint, and there was never any shortage of people or things that went bump in the night. “Hmm?” The woman spoke. He recognized her, new her name even, but had never spoken to her before. “Nothing…” The wolf narrowed his eyes slightly before he’d knock back the shot of liquor in his hand. “What makes you think I was lookin’ at you, anyhow? Bit narcissistic if you ask me.”

With the lift of her left brow, she couldn’t help but let flat line of her lips turn up into a small smile. “Narcissistic?” She repeated, her eyes trained on his as he knocked back the shot. “Are you implying it isn’t all about me?” Gemma retorted, feigning ignorance though she was sure he knew better than that. His face was familiar – the Loche alpha. Werewolves weren’t really her kind of people, then again, neither were witches, humans or vampires, for that matter. “Maybe I wanted you to look at me,” she added with a simple shrug, that smile that played on her lips only stretching as she spoke.

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xslipofagirlx‌:

There are few places in Blackvale that Mackenzie feels wholly comfortable in, and this isn’t one of them. To be completely blunt, there is nowhere considered public domain that allows her to truly relax. This leads to the far more pressing question of why she is here. She’s annoyed. Mackenzie has been acting out, somewhat discreetly, ever since the edict was issued by the Council. She may not voice her concerns to all, as there are fewer people that she actually trusts than fingers on a single hand, but by God - she would be a complete shit. “Gemma,” Mackenzie grins, laying on the charm. “You are just the sweetest little leech. How’re you holding up?” She doesn’t even have the decency to whisper.

It took everything in Gemma to not roll her eyes so far back they might pop out, but if there was one sound in the world that managed to always annoy her, it was Mackenzie’s. “You’re just like a cockroach, aren’t you, Brooks?” She retorted, eyeing the girl up and down. For some reason the female before her had made it her mission it make her day as miserable as she could every time the two bumped into each other. She could understand the rebellious act against the council, but Gemma would much rather play the innocent human on the streets, and the bitchy vampire once the real innocents went to sleep. “I just can’t seem to get rid of you,” she continued. Slightly narrowing her eyes, Gemma had to admit the brunette fascinated her at times. “Peachy – what can I do for you?”

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dgorsova‌:

“Me either, darling. They all start to look the same after a century or so.” Demetri raises his eyebrows as he takes another drink from his glass. He eyes the woman, hues flickering over her and almost instantly picking up on the fact that there is no heartbeat to be found — another one of his own, he knows this instinctively, having been around long enough to recognize the signs and struggles of eternal life. She’s a pretty woman, the pale likeness of the undead facade suiting her well in all aspects of her external appearance.

He leans carefully on the bar, elbows making the wood beneath them creak only for a moment as he squints in curiosity. “What does a man have to do to get the good stuff around here?” Another raise of his eyebrow and Demetri wonders if the woman, still unnamed, could pick up on what he is talking about. Blood, of course, the man has a craving for it more than his general and ongoing taste for high-end liquor. 

A light grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as he only confirmed what she already knew. He was one of her kind, and she wasn’t entirely sure whether that unsettled her or comforted her. To know there was another vampire, though one she had absolutely no information about. “Depends on how you spend that century,” she commented with a simple shrug, acting nonchalantly though her orbs focused on his features. The dark color of his hair complimented the fair tone of his skin. 

Gemma mirrors his action, slightly leaning in as he does. That small grin that settled on her lips just a minute before, only widened when his question reached her ears. Anyone else – an innocent human – would’ve assumed he was referring to the stronger goods, but she knew just what kind of stronger goods he was talking about. “All you have to do is ask, dear.” Her small frame moves behind the bar, getting two shot glasses from the shelf and reaching into the small cabinet in the right corner – one that most people didn’t even know of. Her arm moved back up, placing a small bottle down on the bar, which had clearly been put in the freezer. “The best of the best,” she added as her eyes flickered to him momentarily, before pouring the crimson liquid into the small glasses and handing one to him.

[blackvalehq]

♔ WELCOME TO BLACKVALE — GEMMA MORRONE

SPECIES: Vampire AGE: 139 OCCUPATION: Owner of The Church FACECLAIM: Crystal Reed

♔ A PEEK INSIDE — HEADCANONS

Gemma was born into an Italian family of hunters. They had no remorse, and trained every single member of the family to be a hunter. From a young age, she was fascinated by the supernatural. She read books, had countless conversations with her grandparents about it, and from the age of twelve trained everyday to become the best hunter she could be.

Even though she was raised by people who despised the supernatural, Gemma never saw it quite that way. There was a certain fascination behind it. Though never did she expect to fall in love with one. Instead of ratting them out to her family and taking them down, she hid their secret and tried to build some sort of life with them. It took a couple of years for their family to figure it all out, because after nearly dying in a hunting accident, her loving partner decided to turn her. She was now a vampire – the kind her family hunted. Once they found out, everything went downhill. Together they took down every single one of them, every single member of the family. From that point on, her emotions shut off.

It took a long time to get adjusted, but as the year passed, she never once blamed her lover for doing what they did. They were now sired, but due to her emotions shutting down, the love that was once between them was no longer there, at least not for her. They split at times, and other times they came together at them. It took her some time to figure out how to turn her emotions back on, and the moment she did, she ran back to them. It eventually led her to Blackvale.

♔ NATURE OF THE BEAST — TRAITS

POSITIVE: Compassionate, Charming, Spontaneous NEGATIVE: Manipulative, Sly, Uninhibited

♔ WRITTEN BY ELI. SHE/HER. GMT+1.

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@ THE CHURCH, BAR AND NIGHTCLUB

Gemma stood in her usual spot, an angle that gave her a view over most of the club. It was busy, but not packed. Some faces more familiar than others, yet always keeping an eyes on those around her. She tried to keep up the innocent act around those who weren’t so much aware of the extracurricular activities in Blackvale. After all, there were still some humans around town. And every time one of them entered her club, all she wanted to do was sink her fangs into the flesh filled with crimson goods. 

Turning her head to the left just slightly, she didn’t even bother to curl her lips into a welcoming smile. “What?”

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dgorsova‌:

± Where: The Church Nightclub.

± Open to: Everyone.

“We love the smell of irony in the morning, don’t we?” Demetri murmured to the person seated next to him, taking a sip from his crystal glass which was filled nearly the entire way with clear liquid — vodka, tequila, water, he couldn’t tell anymore. He had been drinking nearly the entire day and his tastebuds were shot, not to mention the fact that he had exuberantly asked the bartender for a drink of his choosing as long as his number came with it. Ultimately? It did. Demetri knew it would, he was good at charming people, gender being a non-issue for the man in such instances. At the end of the day, most days that was, nobody would even come close to what he felt with Aleron all those centuries ago — and to say Demetri was still hung up on the man would be an understatement. He had given up looking for him long ago, yes, but his heart was still searching; ultimately, he figured it always would be.

The joke had fallen on deaf ears and, with a flippant gesture, the man pointed his ring-covered fingers to the ceiling of the nightclub. “Get it? It’s called The Church. I’m surprised we didn’t all burst into flames as soon as we stepped onto the property.” This was assuming the person he was talking to was human, but after all, he could never really tell. Everybody was beautiful nonetheless, his wandering eyes stopping on no species in particular — and they certainly wouldn’t turn away at the prospect of being with someone who wasn’t the same as him. What kind of wasted opportunity would that be?

"Wouldn’t know, mornings aren’t really my thing,” or any time of day that involved daylight. Her words were accompanied by an almost sickening, sweet smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. After all, her words were laced with a certain hint of sarcasm. Gemma wasn’t really sure what the male was insinuating, and frankly, she didn’t care. Though as she she shifted her focus on him just for a couple of seconds, the lack of a heartbeat didn’t go unnoticed by the vampire. This piqued her interest. If she’d noticed, it would mean he most likely would notice, too. His face was unfamiliar, at least to her. Was he new to town, or had she just never seen him around?

That same smile was still plastered on her face, his words making her raise her brows just slightly. “Mhm, the irony.” She repeated, only now getting his first point. The bar and nightclub hadn’t been named The Church for no reason. While it had somewhat to do with the location, she too found the irony behind it amusing. A vampire who owned a night club and bar called The Church. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head – this is a sin-friendly place.”

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