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@johannes-van-helsing
Priest, Trailblazer and Experienced Monster Hunter.
A Peacemaker at Heart, but a Killer by circumstance.
Made by @brainnoworketh
Rules | Muse Bio | Mun Bio | Faceclaim/Art Credit | CONTENT WARNING | Variants/Side Muses Themes: Espionage and Skulduggery | Protecting The World at all costs | The Weight of Responsibility | Kindness in the face of an Uncaring World | Testing Faith (both Religious and otherwise)
If you have ideas for Roleplay feel free to send me a message.
"Careful, preacher boy..." she mused, lingering a whisper to his lips. "If someone hears you talking like that, they may think you love me."
"Think of the scandal... Some pretty little witch got her fingers on the Van Helsing heir... What would people think of us?"
Her hands moved to lay flat to his chest, the cold of her skin against the warmth of his heartbeat under that shirt. She could smell his blood pulsing, feel each rhythmic pulse in her hungering stomach. "Would they think you a traitor, Johannes? A victim?"
"Do you want to be my victim, beloved?"
Surprised at how close she was to him, and a little flustered by what she had said, Johannes was stunned into silence for a moment. His attention was momentarily drawn to the sensation of her gentle yet cool touch against his chest, even through his shirt he could feel her.
Then he returned her smile with a certain sense of playful teasing
"Hmmm, a tempting offer, I can see why your diplomatic skill is so highly valued, your highness"
He leaned in, his hand, warm and gentle, moved to cover hers, he tilted his head ever so slightly, leaving his neck open. His eyebrow raised and a smirk tugging at his lips in impish anticipation, as if he could read her effortlessly.
"I have never been much interested in what people think of me, nor would I care for being seen as a victim. Though if you would wish my obedience, it may take a bit more...convincing on your part~"
Hunter or Hunted
The ground raced up to meet Johannes before the clarity of his vision was lost in a blur of grass and dirt. Stones dug at him and slashed whatever bare skin they could find as he smacked into bushes, he grunted and scrabbled at the ground before kicking out a leg to change the path of his roll, narrowly avoiding slamming headlong into a tree.
As he reached the foot of the hill, his roll slowed and the hunter let out a soft groan of pain as he lifted himself off of the ground. It took a long moment for his vision to stop spinning though the stabbing pain across his arms and chest was insistent despite his swimming vision.
With all the strength and clarity he could muster he forced himself back up to his feet then propped himself against the trunk of a tree, wiping matted hair and dirt from his face he looked back up the long slope he had tumbled down, he couldn't see anything following him but that did not mean he was alone.
The sound of snapped twigs and crushed leaves brought him back to the moment, his eyes darted to the spaces between the trees hoping to find any sign of movement as he raised the pistol on his hand. The Hunter was battered and bloodied and he trembled slightly with the adrenaline in his system, he was afraid, that much was clear, yet his resolve remained unbroken,
"Where are you..." he murmured to the encroaching gloom of dusk, challenging what was hiding inside it.
Elias regarded him for a long moment, fingers loosely laced atop the polished oak of his desk. Outwardly he was the picture of patient administration, every inch the composed director indulging an inconvenient inquiry. Inwardly, however, the question amused him.
Straight to it then, hm?
A faint smile ghosted across Elias' lips. It wasn’t quite warm enough to be reassuring, but not quite cold enough to be called hostile.
"I am afraid you give my Archivists more credit than they deserve. They are very good at recording statements. Considerably less adept at agreeing upon what those statements actually mean."
He leaned back slightly in his chair, the leather creaking softly beneath him.
"The reports you're referring to have been… difficult to categorize. Different witnesses describe different circumstances, yet they all arrive at remarkably similar conclusions.
They disappear while walking familiar roads. Entire families note someone was beside them one moment and simply… wasn't the next. No cries for help. No signs of struggle. In a handful of cases, companions insist they continued their conversation for several seconds before realizing there had been no reply."
A pause.
"The locations themselves are largely unremarkable.” He folded one leg over the other. "As for similarities…"
His expression grew thoughtful.
"Nearly every witness describes an overwhelming sensation of being watched immediately beforehand and afterward…"
His gaze lingered on Johannes just a fraction longer than was comfortable.
"…they find it remarkably difficult to remember the face of the person who vanished. Many claim that when they do find them again, they look different, but none can tell why and no one ever believes them."
The work of the Not Them more than likely, he thinks.
"So," he said smoothly, resting his elbows once more upon the desk, "does that answer your question, or are you hoping for the answer behind it? I am afraid there is not much I can give, unless, of course—"
A pause.
“Tell me, Johannes. Do you think there are beings outside of our own world? Entities that exist…but not in our own dimension?”
A part of him greatly considered leaving the question unanswered, the information provided was more than sufficient, more than likely he had all that he needed to reach a conclusion and find out what was causing this. But...the question itself was one he had pondered, though he still found himself thrown off by the subject and the individual asking it.
"Part of that would depend on the individual's interpretation of what does and does not constitute as extra-dimensional." He spoke, carefully considering his words. "My organisation regularly deals with the occult, Spirits, Demons and the like. Though they rarely agree on whether the realms said entities inhabit constitute as separate realities or merely facets of our own...."
After another momentary pause, Johannes turned to look out the window, it was clear that this line of thought unsettled him, that he had contemplated this for a long time despite the danger such lines of thought could bring about. "But... to properly answer your question. Yes. Yes as strange as it may sound even for men with our particular...knowledge of the world. I do believe there are realities beyond our own."
Random OOC Thought - Cover Identities
Its been a while since I've done one of these, but the thought struck me as something I might expand upon further. (I've been rethinking a lot of the lore and have been working on my own setting for Johannes so the lore might change a bit)
I had the idea that while Johannes' reputation is mostly tied to him working as a priest or missionary, he's worked in a variety of different jobs over the years under many different cover identities. A lot of the jobs he's taken would be fairly mundane things, a construction worker, a librarian, a cashier, something you wouldn't really suspect to be out of the ordinary which is the point.
Sometimes he has worked in vocations a little more out of the ordinary, once or twice he might have worked as a Police Officer or even an EMT/First Responder. Wherever his superiors say he is needed, he goes.
Only a few questions? Well he supposes that is fine, and while he wants to peek into his mind, there is no need. He knows very well now that this man is able to push back and he did want to show good faith.
He needed him and by giving him that respect he ensures they will not fight against him (too much).
"I suppose that is fine. Then please, ask away and I will answer to the best of my abilities."
"There have been several disappearances in locations all across the outskirts of London. Gravesend, Orpington, Croydon, we know you collected witness reports from individuals in those areas who all claim to have seen similar inexplicable phenomena all within months of each other. Which leads me to my question, What have your Archivists made of it? What similarities have been reported between each case?"
You're the last person I wanted to see today [Elias having to see Johannes in his office uwu)
"The feeling is mutual Mr Bouchard. Though luckily for both of us I am only here to ask a few questions, then I shall depart and spare us both the displeasure of each other's company."
“These feelings are hard to control at times”
Red Velvet roleplay prompts @johannes-van-helsing (In the context of him dealing with his change to a werewolf, among other things)
"The first few years after turning can be the roughest."
Lifting the mug to her lips, Rokshana gently leans into Johannes, tucking her head under his chin. "It's going to take time for you to attune to your Beast. All monsters feel that way- even those of us who are born that way, few they may be."
The Priest still trembled ever so slightly, both from the residual traces of adrenaline as they slowly petered out of his system and from the psychological shock of what had happened to him. At the time he hadn't given much thought to the aftermath of turning himself into a Lycan, he had only really been considering the immediate result of his inaction.
Still, it was a haunting experience even now. His first turn had resulted in him being trapped inside his own mind, a prisoner to something else that had transformed him inside and out, he recalled flashes of pain, the taste of tainted blood and a feral hunger that was not all his own.
After a moment's silence he gently moved his arms to hold Rokshana in a gentle embrace as she leaned into his chest, focusing on her while he tried to acclimate to his now heightened senses. "I'm just glad that you and Edward are ok..." He murmured softly, though his words betrayed a fear of himself, a fear that in that rabid state he could have hurt them or worse.
God, I want to hate you so badly right now. (Leon to Gabrijel who he lost to in a drinking game. his pride is hurting)
Gabrijel chuckled and idly shifted a strand of his wild raven black hair out of his face as he took another swallow of mead from his tankard. "Do not blame me for your inexperience at holding your drink, love." He hummed with playful teasing in his voice.
"You taught me how to trust again. Thank you for that lesson.
Ask from: @johannes-van-helsing
Prompt from: Angst-y Sentence Starters
"Don't you think that's a little foolish, Father Van Helsing?"
Her fingers traced the lines of his jaw, looming over the hunter with gentle fixation. Somewhere between a beast examining its prey, and a God admiring her worshippers sat her gaze- hunger and bewilderment and yearning that seemed blasphemous on its face.
"At any moment, I could kill you. I could prove your ancestors righteous with a single bite, a strike, a snapping of bone.. and you lay yourself bare to me like a lamb on the Altar..."
"Do you find it enticing, my Preacher? That I could devour you, but choose not to? Do my fangs tittilate you, my love?"
For a long moment Johannes was too stunned to speak, his cheeks coloured in surprise and fluster before a smile tugged at his lips
"I admit to finding the thrill enticing, but I'm drawn to more than just your fangs"
He raised a hand to gently cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her cheek in a tender gesture of affection as he leaned in, unabashed affection in his voice as he matched her tone.
"After all, as you could easily kill me in a moment and prove all worst assumptions right, I could just as easily do the same, yet you welcome my affections and embrace me regardless...Perhaps I enamour you as much as you enamour me~"
Leon, tired from their hunt, has found himself crawling into his lover's arms. He's covered in gore, but it's fine because he knows they did not care.
"I think the church is doing this to me on purpose," is his first words. The task had been to stake out a coven which took him all over the countryside of France, but at least here in his partner's arms he felt he could relax.
After a moment, Gabrijel's embrace around Leon tightened a bit as he brought the knight closer to his chest. "I cannot deny their demands are getting more and more extreme...as if they were not extreme already"
He sighed softly before turning his gaze down from the rolling hills of the french countryside to the bedraggled and blood-soaked knight he held to his chest. "But for the moment we are privileged in being allowed to forget The Church, even for only a moment.
Gabrijel making Leon shut up. He loves him, but God almighty this twink can yap if you let him.
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You think you're so much better than me, don't you?
Stop looking at me like that.
We're on the same side now, whether you like it or not.
I'd rather die than work with you.
You're the last person I wanted to see today.
Don't you dare act like you care about me now.
I know what you did. I know everything.
You've always been my enemy, but you've never been my equal.
Why does it feel like you're the only one who actually sees me?
I don't trust you. I'll never trust you.
You're insufferable, you know that?
We can't keep doing this—pretending we don't feel it.
I've spent half my life trying to destroy you.
God, I want to hate you so badly right now.
You make me want to scream.
I didn't save you because I like you. I saved you because I had to.
We're not friends. We'll never be friends.
You don't get to be vulnerable with me now, not after everything.
I've imagined killing you a thousand different ways.
Why do you always have to be right?
I hate how much space you take up in my head.
You're my rival, not my—whatever the hell this is.
Don't touch me. Don't you fucking dare.
I know you better than anyone, and that's the worst part.
You've ruined me for anyone else, and I hate you for it.
I'd burn the world down before I let you win.
You look at me like I'm the villain, but you're no hero either.
I can't do this. I can't want you and hate you at the same time.
You're the only person who's ever challenged me.
Stop pretending you don't feel this too.
I've never wanted to throttle someone and hold them this badly before.
We're going to regret this in the morning.
You think you know me? You don't know anything.
I didn't mean to fall for you. This is a mistake.
You make me feel like I'm losing a battle I didn't even know I was fighting.
I swore I'd never let you get close to me.
Why does fighting with you feel better than being happy with anyone else?
You're dangerous. To me. To everything I've built.
I hate that you're the only one who makes me feel alive.
This thing between us—it's toxic. We're toxic.
You've always been the thorn in my side. Now you're under my skin.
You betrayed me once. How do I know you won't do it again?
I've spent years building walls to keep you out.
We're playing with fire here, and we both know it.
You're my competition, my nemesis, my—fuck, I don't even know anymore.
I never wanted this. I never wanted you.
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"....What?"
"Johannes. Are the lycans and such...uhh... growing in population again?"
@johannes-van-helsing
"Not that I know of....why do you ask?"
Dracula's daughter fucking pulls. Everyone in the Tepes family has insane game, full stop.
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Ok Out of Character but I adore this ship so much.
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