[ timothee chalamet & they/he & gender neutral ] : my oh my, is that GODRIC OF GAUL in bon temps ? what the hell are they up to hanging around BON TEMPS CEMETERY listening to REQUIEM IN D MINOR / VIII LACRIMOSA by MOZART when they should be doing whatever a VAMPIRE SHERIFF does ? between you and i, the 2092 year old VAMPIRE is avoided for acting SYMPATHETIC TOWARDS HUMANS but whenever they let their WISE side shine through people flock to them. i guess they're in town because HE'S INTRIGUED BY THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE SUN. explains some of it, though i can't help but wonder if there's more to a BABY FACED VAMPIRE meets WISE AND WILLING SACRIFICE story.
STATS
FULL NAME: godric
AGE: 2092 ( appears 18 )
BORN: gaul, now germany, 70 BC
CURRENT LOCATION: bon temps, lousiana
SPECIES: vampire
SHOW: true blood
FURTHER STATISTICS
TRAITS: wise, compassionate, intelligent, open-minded
SIGNIFICANT PHYSICAL TRAITS: a celtic tattoo on his left arm, a symbol for water
PERSONALITY
for the first thousand years of their life as a vampire, godric was a violent and bloodthirsty and had no regard for human life. he taught his progenies that there was no right or wrong, only survival or death. however, they abandoned this belief in later life, and as centuries went by, godric has begun to sympathize with humanity and other forms of life. he has come to realize that the human race's fear and hatred of vampires is well founded and that he has contributed to it. they has evolved over time, his wisdom and compassion growing.
BACKGROUND
— cw for slavery, abuse, violence ( none graphically described, just mentioned )
godric was born in 70 B.C. in his home of gaul which is now made up of modern-day france and parts of belgium, western germany, and northern italy. a celtic people, the gauls lived in an agricultural society divided into several tribes before the invasions of julius caesar. it was during one of these invasions that godric was captured as a small boy by the roman army.
he was brought back to rome and sold as a slave to a roman master, who eventually revealed himself to be a vampire. their new master was cruel and sadistic and exposed him to all kinds of abuse, and when godric reached the age of eighteen, their master turned him. godric stayed with his maker until he had learned all he could from him about being a vampire and had mastered his new abilities. they then did something unspeakable and very rare: he then murdered his maker, seeking revenge for the abuse he had suffered at his hands during his human life.
godric fled into the wilderness to escape the vampire community’s anger, living feral and alone for centuries. as a vampire, they often followed various armies on campaign, fascinated by them ever since he had been captured by the romans. they would even taking part in night time battles or raids for fun while later feeding on and killing the wounded. it was during this time in britannia that godric saw the viking eric northman taking part in a night time coastal raid. extremely impressed with eric's skill on the battlefield, godric followed and caught up with him the following night, killing his two surviving comrades and offering the fatally wounded viking immortality as a vampire, turning him.
by 1665, godric and eric were living in london, england during an outbreak of the plague. while doing a favour for king charles ii, eric came upon a young woman, nora gainesborough, who had become infected by the plague whilst caring for victims of the epidemic. intrigued by nora's courage, eric brought her before godric who turned her.
godric became the vampire sheriff of area 9 in dallas, texas one hundred and seventy five years prior to this day. during this time, godric established a nest in dallas which includes stan baker and isabel beaumont, who became his most trusted underlings and with whom he shares both his home and wealth. now, they have come bon temps as he is intrigued by the fellowship of the sun and wonders whether peace could be bartered with them... by whatever means necessary.
NO ONE CAN SHUT UP IN THIS TOWN. lafayette had been used to people being loud. they were a cook, dealer, and sex worker so they understood the needs of others. yet with the recent turn of events it was like the ghosts around them had multiplied. there wasn’t just one ghost or two following someone or in a home. dozens walked the street tailing monsters and humans alike. his own house was a rave because of the amount of undead that kept him up.
lafayette didn’t know when they got the great idea to go into the forest for some damn peace and quiet. with a blunt rolled up and a couple of other things stashed in their bag, they headed out to try and get some distance. people could tell they weren’t at their best when they weren’t wearing a full face of makeup. instead of being alone, they were met with a gruesome scene, a fanger in the middle of it all, and the ghost of every single victim standing around their bodies. “ oh for fuck’s sake. ” lafayette turned their head up to the sky. “ y’know, when i told you i wanted to see other people i did not think you were going to send the plague my way and more spirits than the gays on fire island during pride month. ” the person crying did make things different. “ hey godzilla, want a hit? ” lafayette walked closer while offering their blunt. “ no funny business either, i carry stakes with me. ”
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝙰𝙽𝚂, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙾𝙸𝚂𝙴 isn’t just made in his grief: it’s also at this individual’s very words. can’t they see that there’s something going on here? is this another apparition sent to taunt him? it’s working. godric’s fingers slide up to wrap in their tendrils of hair as he utters, “ stop, ” his voice guttural and muttered. “ stop. ” they force themselves up out of instinct, if only because something within them—buried deep down—wants to survive. godric himself isn’t too fond of the idea, if only because of what he’s just done. but the mention of stakes? yeah, that’s enough to send any vampire standing. the smell of the blunt reaches godric’s nostrils first, and then—a frown. “ two centuries later and humans still manage to surprise me. do you not see the scene here? ” godric asks, somewhat exasperated. “ you should stake me just for what i’ve done here tonight. ”
“ i know. ” hands clasped before her, davina muttered the words even though she didn’t even tilt her head up to look at the other. how does she know? well, right now, she couldn’t imagine someone possibly being of harm more than the witch herself. with her powers even more unstable than ever lately, she’s at loss of what to do, scared out of her mind that the hallucinations on top of it all will make her hurt someone. “ it’s not me who you should be worried about… ” she said, finally letting her gaze meet the other’s. “ it’s all just so UNSTABLE. ”
𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 could be a trap, he pities the girl more than he cares for his own wellbeing. he’s old; if he dies for caring for another, that would be an honourable way to go. a way he wouldn’t quite mind... if only his people would see it as poetically as him. no, they’d want vengeance. godric sighs softly as he watches the other, and it’s in moments like these that he forgets just how young he appears. “ if you mean that i should be afraid of you, i can assure you i’m not, ” he says softly, approaching the girl gently. carefully. as if to show that he truly means no harm. a few feet away from the other now, there is warmth in the vampire’s cold eyes as he asks, “ what’s wrong, child? i am very old, you know, ” he almost jokes, smiling softly at the other as he takes a seat next to her. “ perhaps i could be of service. ”
“ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, forgive me, but i don’t trust a single word coming out of your mouth. ” the girl’s grip tightened on emma’s forearm at the closing proximity, stealing her attention from the vampire for a moment. “ stop. you’re good right there. we don’t need your help. ”
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𝙰 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙺. 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷, 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙲 doesn’t know exactly what happened, and they might have just sped off if they didn’t have one burning question in their mind. “ forgive me, ” they murmur, taking a step backwards in a show of good faith. “ if you wish, i will leave you be. first, though: are you aware of exactly what happened here tonight? for the first time in a long time i feel as though i am making my way around this town blind. ” he’ll leave it at that, just to be safe. regardless, being unaware is not a feeling the ancient enjoys.
The unknown terrifies her, but most importantly it awakens her. Some part of her that sizzles and ignites, a static in the air as she gathers her thoughts and tries to focus through the haze of whatever illness has gripped her. That’s what it has to be, right? Just a common cold. Just a flu. No form of horror in the underlying meaning of her sudden headache. She had tried to go for a run just to get the blood pumping and heartbeat back to the regular point of activity, but it kept fluctuating between rapid growth and a dead halt. She slows to a walk as she approaches another figure on the sidewalk, except the bloodstain on their clothes causes a full stop to her steps. The fear twists the stomach and it feeds off of her breath, making them shallow and hesitant. ‘Wh -[…]whose blood is that?’ A garbled out question, ridiculous of her to become rooted to the spot when she knows better than to tempt fate. The thick scent of blood barging through her nostrils, a palm slipping over her mouth to cover her dry heave. A shaky leg leads her backwards, drags the frightened look of morbid amazement in her expression with her. ‘Stay back! I’ll[…]I’ll call the police!’ Panic surging into her muscles, makes them stiff and jerky as they scramble for her phone in her sweater’s pocket. ‘Who did you hurt?!’
𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝙼𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁 a few decades ago; he has seen people scream for help or react with fear towards him far too many times. the noise that slips from him is merely a soft inhale outwards, less exasperation and more disappointment that he is once more unsurprised by humanity’s instinct. they suppose that they can’t blame her, but for once they’d like for things to play out differently.
still, godric raises their hands in surrender, staying back just as the other asked. “ i do not wish to cause you any harm, child, ” they explain, voice calm as ever in an attempt to reassure the other. still, this little accident has made godric impatient, so they continue with a slight chip in their tone, “ there was an unfortunate accident, but call the police if you wish. ” godric likely won’t let the other remember this encounter, anyway.
HER HEART IS STUCK IN HER THROAT. every human instinct told her to run, but with each urge it was only greeted with the slayer’s animalistic need to stay ⸻ subconsciously looking for a violent release the same way a vampire searches for blood. but buffy was no veteran; she was a girl, terrified and unprepared. she’d hadn’t seen that much chaos since the beginning. when the supernatural was still a myth and only haunted her dreams ( a warning about the truth, red flags buffy ignored for too long ). it was the silence after the noise that frightened her most, alone in the woods with someone else’s blood staining her cold skin.
there’s no running from your abilities, hair standing on the back of her neck. the echo of grief alerted buffy first before the fleeting sense something undead was nearby. “ hello ?? ” she cries out, vulnerable, nothing but a dainty cross resting on her chest protecting her. wide hues laid upon the sight of the bodies, her foot instantly backtracking to avoid touching anything. she can’t breathe, but forces the will to exhale. buffy moves closer to the middle and the only other figure moving. “ hey, hey ⸻ it’s okay, ” buffy tries to delicately announce her presence, “ it’ll be okay, we’ve gotta move somewhere safe. ”
who were you trying to convince ?
𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙲’𝚂 𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝚅𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚂 before him and he cannot help but mourn for those who are lost: those whose names he does not know and cannot recall and whose screams are the only thing he remembers. they echo in the vampire’s mind as buffy speaks, so much so that her presence takes the ancient by surprise. the vampire groans in grief, in pain, doubling over and lowering his head to the forest floor.
“ leave me, ” he moans, wondering just who this woman is to think he is the one who needs help. slowly, godric pushes himself up from the ground, and if it hadn’t been clear what he was before then the tears of blood which begin to stream down his face should be telling enough. “ you should leave if you care for your safety, ” godric chokes. “ i have not fed in... ” no, what he was about to say was a lie. he just fed. he fed enough for a few weeks, he’s sure. looking back at the countless bodies before him, they whisper, “ i didn’t mean to do this. these poor... poor children... ” what’s an ancient vampire’s equivalent of shock?
It had not been a good time. Before he’d known it, his brained had been forcibly fucked by some invisible force. And for a moment—for the first time in millennia—, the vampire had felt vulnerable and helpless. The wrath and impotence that coursed within him were flammable. To top it off, he seemed to be plagued by apparitions that just soured his mood further. Thankfully, his human entourage had returned just in time after their werewolf leader had collapse while walking Russell’s horse. If not, Russell was unsure what the humans would’ve done after hearing someone from the Fellowship of the Sun whisper: we should do them in now.
A familiar scent caught his attention, but the scent of fresh blood that clung to it confused him. As none other than reborn Godric came into view, Russell watched in shameless confusion. “This night keeps getting worst…” he mumbled to himself before redirecting his gaze to Godric. “Did I just miss you going berserk? You should’ve called, Godric, dear.”
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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙱𝚄𝚉𝚉𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙲’𝚂 𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂, but as they quickly come to realise that russell is really and truly right there in front of them, it slowly starts to fade. regardless, godric still doesn’t feel right, and despite the fact that they've been able to trust their senses well enough in the past, they keep their guard up. “ russell, ” godric speaks, his voice a little more here this time. less vacant. of course, he ignores all of russell’s pizazz. “ you’re here. ”
as if understanding the true depth of his situation, godric slowly raises his hands to observe the blood on them. he is covered in it; it mats his hair right down to soaking the very bottoms of his bare feet. the vampire swallows thickly, guilt swarming in their stomach before they look back up at the other. “ what’s going on? ” they ask, tone a little more stern. they ask not as a clueless boy, no, but as someone expecting answers from someone they know is more than capable of acquiring or providing them.
status: open to all
timeline: present
setting: general bon temps area / tba
“ 𝙸 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙽𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙼, ” 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙲 explains, voice calm as ever as he takes a steady step forward. whatever happened here, he’s sure he’s not the reason for the other’s fear... or is he? with just how confusing telling reality between the imaginary has been lately, godric only hopes he’s right. one hand splays gently before him as he says, “ why don’t you tell me what happened and perhaps we can get you home safely, yes? ”
𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃. soft sole of bare feet crunch against the leafy terrain, the little black dress of the party now dirtied and tattered, a remnant of the gown it once was. seemed like company had too chosen the usually deserted woods as hunting grounds: vampires, after all, needed to eat. juliet was no vampire. the hunt was a sport, a game to the hellhound. a game she always won, and the mutilated bodies a few clicks away were the prize won. souls of the innocents screamed, cried, begged, as the earth opened beneath them and dragged them into the flames of damned eternity.
one could see the hound deep within the brown windows of her eyes, red bleeding over them, as it thrashed freely. threatened to rip the flesh suit juliet built for the second time that night. vicious, it is damned, ugly, contrasting the beauty of the woman she pretended to be. “ they can’t hear you. ” a second too late, perhaps she could’ve claimed more. fill the ever growing prison of hell with righteous souls. “ poor thing. feeling guilty, are we? ”
𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙲’𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝚉𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝚄𝚃 the movement takes up all his effort, all his might, for it feels like gravity only serves to exist them in that moment and its sole purpose is to pull them down, down, down. their whole body feels heavy and so does his heart. silently, godric doubles over, half wondering whether the voice and the person it belongs to is just a figment of his imagination. is this it, then? has he finally lost his mind? godric doesn’t recognise the person before him, but that’s the worst part: he could very well have known this woman, could have loved her, and yet so many of their faces have faded into nothingness.
“ leave me, ” godric demands, voice muffled by the way their head is hidden in their hands. how could they have done this? despair snags at his edges, ragged and worn. worse? this is the first real emotion he has felt in centuries. of course it’s from something like this. again, quieter now: “ leave me. ”
status: closed for @kitsuhne
timeline: present
setting: just outside of the woods
𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳-𝚂𝙾𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙱𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃 look on one’s face doesn’t bode well for godric’s chances of this encounter going well. as soon as he sees the other, fingers splay outwards in surrender, a quiet indication that the vampire means no harm. “ please, ” he murmurs, his voice smooth and soft, “ don’t scream. ” the last thing he wants is to have to glamour this child. “ i mean you no harm. ” from the look of him, dried blood around his mouth and chin, he looks like nothing more than a feral monster. he wouldn’t be upset if the girl decides to call out after all. “ do you know the location of the nearest clothing store? ”
status: closed for @mississippivampireking
timeline: present
setting: just outside of the woods
𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚅𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴 to russell once. those days have long passed. last they interacted godric was very much the same, peaceful and compassionate, but now... now, there is a stillness to godric which speaks of trauma, of shock, perhaps even of weakness to anyone else. with their white garb turned almost completely red with blood, there are stains around godric’s mouth as he slowly stops in his aimless walking and looks up to meet the other’s eye. and as godric’s gaze settles on none other than russell edgington, that look in his eye doesn’t fade. “ russell, ” godric croaks, grief clear in their tone. will russell help them? it’s unlikely, but godric’s head isn’t clear. right now, he’s more vulnerable than he has been in centuries. he feels cursed in more ways than one; like this is nothing more than a dream. “ you... ” whatever godric was going to say, it’s lost to the woods.
status: closed for @ofvampyr
timeline: present
setting: general bon temps area / tba
“ 𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙰 𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷, ” 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝚆𝙻𝚂, his tone typically void of emotion as he observes his second progeny. it’s been long since he released her, long since he taught her those vital lessons which keep a vampire alive for as long as she, but he would be lying if he said he felt emotion at seeing her again. she has done well for herself; that much he is grateful for. that much he always knew. “ it has been a little while. ” a little, only; the time in which they have been parted feels quite short indeed in comparison to how long godric has been alive.
status: closed for @divinatio
timeline: present
setting: fangtasia
𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲’𝚂 𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙼𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴𝙳 for a few days, if only because godric had glamoured her into letting him wait for his progeny through the back... and had felt so guilty for it that he had sent her off into the clouds with beautiful, blissful dreams. this place, fangtasia, intrigues godric. it is very much in line with his vision in a sense; a vision of peace between vampires and humans. still, godric knows that it is no more than a feeding pool in truth. there is no genuine care or concern for human wellfare here, only for fucking and feeding from them.
but while godric might seem calm and poised, he is anything but after hearing that noise. after the frenzy they were sent into, the vampire’s thoughts are darkened with guilt. monster. he comes to eric for one final visit in case he decides to say goodbye; in case he sacrifices himself to the fellowship after all, all due to his guilt. his age. his tiredness. “ this place is quaint, ” godric drawls at the arrival of his progeny, his voice monotone as ever. “ i am not certain that i like the décor. ”
status: open to all
timeline: present
setting: the woods
𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙽 𝙰 𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 arrive in bon temps. that noise... they have no idea what it was, what the origin of it might have been, but all they know is that it sent them into a frenzy like no other. the once peaceful vampire had reverted back to the killer he once was, savage and brutal and blood-thirsty... and as the millenias old vampire comes to his senses—when the whispers of voices long past and visions of those he’s failed come to a sudden stop—godric realises just what he’s done.
pale knees hit the leafy brush of the forest, countless dead surrounding them. worse? their limbs are all that’s left of them, bodies and their respective arms and legs and heads scattered all around. it’s a scene that would have been quite common in his first thousand years, but not now. not for a long time since. godric is the peacemaker, the father, the wise one who values human life just as much as that of his fellow vampire-kind. for a vampire who so often refuses to feed to do something like this... a grief-wracked sob slips from them as they scramble at the forest floor, dirt making a new home under their fingernails. “ oh, children, ” he half-sobs, half whispers, “ i’m sorry—i’m so, so sorry... ”
#𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙺𝚁 is a dependent roleplay blog for 𝙼𝙰𝙲𝙰𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙼, a rewrite crossover rp between true blood, the vampire diaries, supernatural, buffy the vampire slayer & teen wolf set in the true blood universe . muses featured here are as follows : godric of gaul.
