* / DESCENDING.

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executetheplan​:

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he watched her carefully, eyes following her every movement as she headed toward his position, before setting down the tablet as she finally approached him.  bringing a hand up, he swept some of the hair out of his face, raising a brow at her.  “you know… its been a while since someone tried to joke about me being a vampire.  most of the girls here don’t even know, or at least they try to pretend like they don’t.”

he tried to look like he was being stern with her, but eventually his façade cracked, lips quirking up into a smile.  his hand rushed forward, sliding the glass across the table toward himself, his eyes still trained on casie’s face.  “you’re off soon, right?”  he asked the girl, finally managing to pry his eyes away from her face, to look out at the club again.  picking up his drink, he downed it at once, before placing the empty glass back on her tray.  “mind bringing me another drink before you go?  make it a scotch this time, though, and maybe something for yourself.”

casie swore she could feel her heart all the way in her ears, and as she tried to listen to him she busied her nervous hands with the bottom of her apron. so it was true, then? the owner of the club really is a vampire? she could’ve sworn that was just bar gossip. although, she’ll admit it kind of makes him all the more exciting. she smiles when he does, but the corners of her lips kind of fall when he asks if she’s off soon. their eyes meet and she swallows hard, a feeling coming over her like blunt impact. did his eyes do that? “uhhhh,” she looks from him to the bar, then back at him, then at her feet, then at the bloody mary. “yeah, uhhh ---- i just have a couple tables i have to bring checks to. then i’m free to do anything” was this really happening? she can almost feel the eyes of the other servers on them. realizing what she’d said, her eyes widen like a deer caught in traffic. “i mean, not just anything. i mean! just like... we can do whatever. oh my gosh, i’m not assuming that’s even what you meant, and even if it was i’m not saying it wouldn’t be fun because --- wow you’re like really attractive and i’m honestly a little afraid of you but that kind of makes me wanna talk to you even more, and---” she shuts up because if she doesn’t, she won’t stop for hours.

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《 CASIE PERALTA 》

► basics;

born: april of 1999 species: half human / half banshee birthplace: fenris pointe occupation: waitress at evolution. faceclaim: amanda arcuri

► background;

she doesn’t really like to talk about it, but poor casie doesn’t remember her parents. she can almost remember her dad, little moments, but he died when she was six. he left behind some letters for his daughter, and in them he described a love affair he’d had with a woman in fenris pointe. told casie that he never planned to stay there, but after she was found on his doorstep in a little pink bassinet, he knew he couldn’t leave. he dedicated the next six years to finding casie’s mother, and he did, but soon discovered he should’ve never started looking. her mother is a banshee, charmed him into bed, and when she got pregnant she abandoned casie with the hopes he would leave town and she’d never have to be a mother. 

that’s always where the letters end, so casie doesn’t know much else about who she is. but she tries not to think about it. instead, she basically raised herself to be confident and independent. she takes pride in how much she cares about herself and her friends --- and tries so hard every day to prove herself. it’s almost like she’s making up for the lack of family.

► personality;

+ cheerful + independent + confident + bubbly - naive - trusting - reckless - talkative

► wanted connections;

she’s lived here forever, so give me friends, best friends, exes / flings, etc.

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《 MILO LAVALLE 》

► basics;

made vampire: october 31, 1940 species: vampire birthplace: europe occupation: bartender faceclaim: tom austen

► background;

milo doesn't recall much about his human life. he thinks he remembers his mother being an italian wh*re, and if his father were ever there at all, he wasn't worth remembering. when the first world war began raging in europe, he and some friends escaped to america and sought shelter in chicago, IL. he wasn't there long before being made vampire, on halloween night, 1940. after that, time moved more slowly and his senses moved faster. life was so much more enriched that he felt invincible. he spent the next 80 years doing anything and everything he wanted. all the things he was taught were wrong in his human life, were glorified and encouraged in the vampire world. and he loved it. he doesn't remember how he got here, but he hasn't been in town very long at all. it didn't take him long to realize he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, so he took up residence in a little loft near the club he works at. when he's not home, you can typically find him behind the bar at evolution nightclub.

► personality;

+ charming + fearless + confident + protective - mysterious - untrustworthy - hotheaded - bold

► wanted connections;

people from his past. friends, enemies, lovers, exes, HIS MAKER, honestly just heart this for a dm if you’d like to plot.

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brokcnvow​.

           𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 with her skates slung over her shoulder, the sun had just set and the sky was a beautiful purple-ish blue. she smiled, looking up to the sky and noting how you could already see the faint light of the stars. it wasn’t too far from home, and it was nice enough – maybe she would just walk home. “ it’s real nice out, ” she said to herself, southern american drawl coloring her words. emma realized she’d spoken aloud and sighed. “ …and you’re talking to yourself. ” the girl turned her head, overcome with the need to make sure no one noticed her talking to nothing.

it’s not like milo leans into the whole lurking in the shadows stereotype --- because he doesn’t and it’s hurtful --- but he senses a tiny voice nearby, and that’s when he realizes he took the long way home after work. damn it. this always happens. he gets in his head, keys in hand with every intention to seclude himself like always, but ends up overthinking his way out of downtown. for a moment, he thought about leaving her to her own devices. and then he smells her. fuck, she smells like ice cream and movie theater popcorn. every ounce of self control fell from him. he followed the scent and with a little help from enhanced speed, he found her. “that’s the sad thing, love,” from the shadows he emerged, hands in pockets and eyes on his footsteps. “these days, you’re never truly by alone.” 

[echofades]

I’m great. No, you know what… I’m awesome.

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executetheplan​.

she was one of his favorite employees, not only because she was pretty, but because she looked so innocent, and part of him always wanted to try corrupting her delicate sensibilities.  he’d not tried up to this point, but that didn’t stop him from keeping an eye on her from his private area in the club.  standing at the railing now, he leaned over it, until he caught sight of her.  of course she was doing her job, but dominyk couldn’t help himself.  the small switch in her hips as she threaded her way through the crowded bar, had him captivated, and even the way she sometimes tripped over her own feet, had him at the ready, wanting to rescue her from herself.  picking up the phone, he dialed the bartender, ordering a drink, and asking that casie be the one to bring it, and then just sat back, waiting for her to arrive.

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it’s not that it was a particularly busy night --- cause it wasn’t, at all --- but the dj tonight was god awful and the music bomping through every speaker she passed gave her a massive migraine. but she powered through, cause that’s what casie does, and it isn’t until a friend behind the bar lets her know the owner himself wants a drink from her that she falters in her confidence at all. do vampires even drink cocktails? she thinks, oh my god! what if he means me? ooh, why am i so okay with that? she tries to shut her mind up the whole time she watches the bartender prepare his drink, and when he loads it onto her tray, she reapplies her lip gloss and saunters up the stairs that lead to VIP. when she got to his table, all the bravado she’d mustered on the way over fell from her face. a shaky pink-manicured hand lifted his bloody mary from her tray and moved it to his tabletop. “you weren’t specific in your order, so i brought you a bloody mary ---- get it? bloody? ‘cos of the whole vampire thing.” what the fuck, casie, stop talking.