I WAIT.

haider ferreira. thirty five. hunter. leader of the ferreira family. a man with a plan.

[haiderferreira]

hunter app: ( yahya abdul-mateen ii. cis man. he/his. pursuit & gesaffelstein. ) well, would you look at HAIDER FERREIRA this year? i believe they have been training for THIRTY TWO YEARS of their THIRTY FIVE years of life. this makes them a HIGH LEVEL hunter in their family, but they’re also pretty good at KNITTING. when dusk falls, you can usually find them heading home to QUEENS by SUBWAY. @duskintro​

BIO:

haider never asked about where he came from or how he was found because he couldn’t be less curious. all he knows is that the ferreira family saved his life but his gratitude ends there. 

he viewed his father as a pushover, willing to bend too much for the supernatural creatures. watching the way his father let others talk to and treat him had angered haider ever since he was a child. one time, he’d shared a look with his mom and that’s all it took for him to know she felt the same way. 

what good was peace if people felt unsafe? people still lost their lives so wolves could turn into cannibalistic beasts, and that was just one example. how was that peace?

the vigor with which he trained had people saying the spirit of the founder must flow within him because he fought like he wanted vengeance. that’s all he could do whilst he waited for the right time. 

he knew his father wasn’t good fit as leader when he told haider to rest more whereas his mother would take him on secret hunting trips outside of new york city. 

at the age of thirty, haider was supposed to take over the seat on the high council but his father wasn’t ready to give it up just yet. angered and unsatisfied with the idea of another ten years of complacency, he took matters into his own hands. two years later, he killed his father in his sleep.

plans to try and turn the species against each other, maybe to even start another supernatural war, to prove that harsher restrictions need to be put in place in order to coexist. i.e. they should all move to staten island.

PERSONALITY:

strict, cunning, the snakiest of snakes, charming, level-headed, composed, unforgiving, fearless, intelligent, calculative, shrewd, private, lawful evil

knits on the subway to relax, maintains a greenhouse

honestly lying to everyone but keeps his cards very close to his chest

doesn’t have time for most people

polite with all founding families and tries to keep a good relationship with them so he can start whispering in their ear 

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

an evil ride or die he trusts -- only person he’s honest with 

ex-friends: literally could be anything but platonic heartbreak is so angsty

ex: broke it off when he found out they were a supernatural 

more to be added later xx

[haiderferreira]

theodcras​:

FEATURING  :  haider  ferreira  (  @haiderferreira​  )

LOCATION  :  cafe  in  manhattan

          WHEN  THEY  HEAR  THEIR  NAME  ,  theo  walks  over  to  the  counter  .  brows  furrow  when  they’re  presented  with  two  drinks  and  some  excuse  that  the  barista  made  a  little  too  much  .  nonetheless  ,  the  witch  grabs  the  two  cups  ,  turning  to  spot  haider  entering  the  cafe  .  “  hey  ,  ”  walks  up  to  the  hunter  .  “  did  you  want  this  ?  ”  holds  up  the  cup  in  question  .  “  the  barista  made  me  an  extra  .  ”

haider may be paranoid, but he thinks it’s reasonable to question the legitimacy of a spare coffee being offered by your ex, especially when he presumed they weren’t going to talk to him at all. a steely gaze settles on the cup for a moment before he takes it into his hand. “ what is it? ” he’s never enjoyed sugary drinks and he’s unsure whether they remember or not. “ if it’s spiked, i’m going to be disappointed. ”

[haiderferreira]

jamcslin​:​

“YOU look tense, Haider.”

“ what about me looks tense to you, james? ”

[beccabartleys]

STARTER FOR @haiderferreira​

     SHE TRIES TO PRESS THE button to cross the street with her foot, but the bunches of fabric she has under her arms throws off her balance. becca looks around, a little frazzled as she’s running late. “hi, can you help me for a second?” she asks the other, a small smile across her face. “i just need to cross the street, and my hands are full.”

[haiderferreira]

haider doesn’t particularly want to help for no other reason than having witnessed her trying to press the button with her foot, but he’s used to doing things he doesn’t want to for the sake of courtesy. “ sure, ” he says evenly and presses the button. then, even worse: “ would you like a hand? ”

[haiderferreira]

“ you look tense, james. ”

@jamcslin​

[miyamctos]

INCORRECT  DUSKFELL  ( 03 / ?? ) .

SAWYER  :  if  i  punch  myself  and  it  hurts  am  i  strong  or  weak  ? LILYA  :  weak  . MARINA  :  strong  . LEILAH  &  HAIDER  :  an idiot  . SATOMI  &  AMELIA  :  a  coward  ,  use  a  knife  .

(  @ofsawyer  ,  @lilyademirel  ,  @ofoblivion  ,  @huntressleilah  ,  @haiderferreira  ,  @ameliafms  )

[haiderferreira]

trvacherous​:​​​

(   *      ──    𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜  𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍  𝚊  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚢  mind  ,  swirling  into  a  complicated  mess  that  jiaying  truly  can’t  be  bothered  to  untangle  .  this  gala  is  supposed  to  be  simple  ,  and  networking  has  never  been  overwhelming  ──  yet  the  supernatural  seems  to  be  complicating  things  ,  annoyingly  so  .  ❛  hm  .  unfortunately  ,  too  many  people  are  either  sucking  up  or  being  wildly  passive  aggressive  to  make  this  entertaining  .  i  did  actually  apologize  to  someone  tonight  ,  so  that’s  new  .  ❜

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there’s a faint quirk of the lips -- the first sign of real amusement he’s shown all evening; one you’d surely miss if you weren’t paying attention. “ apologise? ” he turns away from the crowd, settling his gaze on jiaying without much weight. “ well, what for? i can’t imagine it was because you bumped into a waiter or ripped someone’s head off. ” 

[haiderferreira]

unveiledxx​:

  he wasn’t bothered by how others approached him, or looked at him. He was aware that between species, there would be something. However, he wasn’t one to let that be one to determine if people could get along.  “Ah, water?” he stated looking at the rest of the crowd. “not at all, you have your preference, and it’s fine if you decline.” he gave a light shrug. “Now food is another thing entirely.” he stated with a smile, a light joke.

there’s a small shake of the head, briefly lifting his hand to politely decline. “ i’ve just had a glass of milk. ” as important as it was for haider to gain the lallement’s trust, he’d never be seen drinking with one without a purpose. “ is that so? ” he asks idly, following enzo’s gaze into the flock of people in front of them. “ i’m afraid i don’t share your diet. ”

[haiderferreira]

lilyademirel​:

“WHILE YOU’RE AT IT, tell them to cut down on the excessiveness of these things,” she says. His passive aggressive tone doesn’t go unnoticed by her, but it doesn’t faze her, and he’s a fellow hunter on the council so she’ll just reciprocate the cool comment. “It would make things a little more entertaining.” Maybe even prove to her that you can’t really trust most of these species. “Though, I bet you’re already busy for the night, hm? Networking and all. You don’t take a break?” She never does; she’s alert and eyes memorizing faces and names, why would a council member take one?

“ that’s rather vague. what exactly should be cut down? ” by no means was haider involved in the planning process of the gala, and holds no personal attachment towards it, but he knows that excessive is precisely the point of these events. “ if i wanted to take a break, i would’ve stayed at home. ” maybe even allowed himself a glass of wine. “ what about you? you’re clearly not enjoying yourself -- why even show up? ” despite his cold gaze, there’s no hostility in his tone.  if anything could be sensed, it’d be curiosity.

[haiderferreira]

holding people to the same standards he holds himself to would be futile. everyone’s a fucking disappointment. the bare minimum he expects, however, is for family members to listen. his anger steels him as he steps closer towards santos rearranging someone’s face, making his presence known with a hand around santos’ collar and pulling him off the newest ferreira member. “ you, inside. you-- ” gaze settles on santos, voice taking on the iratest approach possible without bringing attention to them, “ speak. ” anything other than an apology might test him.

@bloodworn​

[haiderferreira]

haider prides himself in being a perfectionist; miscalculations are far and few in between but theo might be his greatest one yet. it’s been a few years since he saw her as such, starting and ending with the day she was introduced to the council as the new tacitum coven leader. now he approaches her as a fellow council member -- the only thing that still ties him to her. “ who killed you? ” he glances at the red beads.

@theodcras​​

[haiderferreira]

“ care for some fresh air? ”

@ofnathaniels​​

[haiderferreira]

after a long evening of networking with officials, it’s that time of the night where haider retreats to the mezzanine. it’s quiet, but most importantly he can be alone. a space he doesn’t hate sharing with jiaying enough to return to chip, skip and tripp. he has no tips to offer on how well one can hide their mistresses, after all. looking down at the rest of the guests on the floor, he asks in something of a muse, “ any observations worth mentioning? ”

@trvacherous​​​

[haiderferreira]

unveiledxx​:

    He was at the bar once he entered the gala, that helped somewhat with cravings. Everyone looked very stylish, he wished he was back in the 1920s era, that was his favorite time. Taking his drink down, he turned seeing another approach “What will you be having?” he asked with a small smile, not minding in buying a drink for the other. @duskstart​

haider anchors a controlled gaze onto the lallement -- an observation lacking in intrigue isn’t personal, however. he views everyone the same. “ nothing, ” he replies tersely, then adds so it’s clear there’s no room for persuasion, “ i don’t drink. ” only an idiot ( see: santos ) would choose to inhibit their senses in a room full of supernatural creatures. “ hopefully you’re not too disappointed. ”

[haiderferreira]

salomedurand​:

——    𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

          had  anyone  walked  passed  and  not  really  looked,  they  would  assume  that  salome  was  simply  puffing  on  a  cigarette,  but  if  they  got  closer  they  would  smell  the  telltale  scent  of  something  much  stronger,  and  not  always  welcome  in  some  places.  finding  a  little  balcony  deeper  in  the  venue  than  they  probably  should’ve  been  was  one  thing,  taking  the  time  to  light  up  was  another  entirely.  ‘  ——  if  you’re  going  to  snitch,  let  me  know  now  so  i  can  get  ready  to  run,  ’  salome  greeted,  smoke  swirling  out  of  their  lips.     

“ snitch to ... ” haider trails off as he takes a step towards them, tilting his chin heavenward with his hands held behind his back, “ ... the council? ” another step. a faint smile lifts the corners of his cheek. “ ... the cops? ” he makes himself scoff with that one. “ it’s legal. ” which means he has no grounds for his complaints. his stance on the matter may be betrayed in his eyes but they’re a durand so he wields courtesy like a sword. “ how's your evening going? ”

[lilyademirel]

@duskstart​

“I FORGOT HOW OBNOXIOUS THESE EVENTS CAN BE,” Lilya says, glass of wine to her lips, expression unimpressed and eyes scanning the venue, as if memorizing and studying every single bit of it, guests included. “Do you think someone’s going to make a mess? Some sort of scene?” She can place her bets on which species will fuck things up at some point.

[haiderferreira]

“ next time i’ll remind the council to mail invitations instead of orders, ” he says coolly. a friendly reminder that no one held her at gunpoint. complaints fade in the background like white noise as he prioritises networking with officials but a fellow hunter, one with no loyalties, currently, is enough to steal his attention for a moment. “ would a scene make things less obnoxious for you? ”

[haiderferreira]

ofvktoria​:

“suka..” they curse from behind a chilled bottle of beer, pulling their head back to eye the label suspiciously with a roll of their eyes. “taste like shit…” they utter the words, their accent still laced with russian undertones. the beer selections were poor and incredibly watered down in their opinion and the only way to get through the evening required a heavy buzz. it was soon apparent it wouldn’t come in form of the bottle in their hand, something heavier would have to be replaced. “what do you got?” they ask, tilting their bottle towards the other before swigging back another swig, nose wrinkling. “please tell me it’s better than this..” 

@duskstart​​

there’s a faint quirk of the brow at the russian expletive. haider’s unsurprised to find that it came from viktoria, though he is surprised to see them in attendance. not that he’s complaining. most see the gala as a the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the open bar, but for haider it’s the chance to talk shop. hence the glass of milk in his hand. “ i’m afraid this isn’t what you’re looking for either, ” he says with a lift of his glass before taking a sip, “ assuming you’re looking for vodka. ” even if he was drinking vodka, he doesn’t trust anyone to share a glass with them. “ is there a reason why you’re dedicated to finishing that? there is an open bar. ”