( brett dalton, 32, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, DANIEL WARREN / LEVI STONE / FAMINE who is from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, SEASON 3. rumor has it they are a HYBRID / HORSEMAN, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine BLOODY KNUCKLES HITTING A PUNCHING BAG, RED SKIES IN THE MORNING, AND STARING AT YOUR REFLECTION THROUGH A SPLINTERED MIRROR.
he’s from a tiny ass town outside of portland. grew up with an abusive alcoholic dad. you can imagine how that went. he was always in trouble as a kid and getting into fights. i feel like the cops were always at his house bc if it wasn’t him getting into trouble, it was his dad. whenever his dad got arrested, he’d ghost and stay with friends so he wouldn’t have to get thrown into the system. he was already taking care of himself anyway, it was nothing new to be left alone for weeks at a time. he was an angry kid; partially bc of his life, partially bc of the werewolf curse in his bloodline. it was from his dad’s side but his dad was adopted ( therefor, his adopted parents weren’t werewolves and had no clue about the supernatural ) and had never triggered his curse so he had no fucking clue what fresh hell was about to be unleashed on him.
he triggered his curse at 15. he was a youngin. he was, maybe wasted, and he and his best friend were fucking around on the docks. they started fighting about something stupid and things turned physical and his friend died; busted his head open on the side of the dock when he went over it and into the water. daniel was so shocked he just watched him drown and didn’t do anything. he was paralyzed. all he remembered after was the pain, how everything was changing and he didn’t know what to do about any of it. when he turned that first full moon, he destroyed their trailer and killed his own father. the guy probably deserved it but that was a lot of blood on his hands. he ended up running away and hitchhiking to portland. as far as the world knew, he was a runaway. he wasn’t a suspect in his dad’s death bc, well, it looked like an animal attack. anyone the police questioned would confirm the truth; daniel was always on the move, you never knew where he’d go. with no relatives to push the envelope, he slipped between the cracks.
it was after his second full moon, after he mauled a couple hikers, that the alpha from the portland pack found him. he took him in, set him up with a trailer of his own, and helped him figure out how to control that rage simmering under the surface. which he did, for the most part. he started boxing, got a job at the gym, paid his fucking taxes. all that normal person stuff. he even had a girlfriend, another one of the werewolves in the pack. she didn’t have anyone either; her parents weren’t around, no siblings, nothing. she was someone it was easy to be around, to be this new, calmer, version of himself. now they still fought, that anger never went away, but he always tried to contain it. he was happy. he didn’t want to lose everything. they got married, maed their trailer a home, and were happy - relatively speaking.
enter klaus mikaelson. he blows into town, promises them the world, and then delivers. for the first time he can control his shift; he doesn’t have to. he can be normal, can be whoever the fuck he wants to be. except there’s rules .. obligations that they can’t shake. suddenly they’re moving to virginia, carting around the guy’s family in coffins and providing him with security. but he’s happy to do it... isn’t he? he owes the guy a debt. he believes it too, right until elijah mikaelson yanks his heart straight out of his chest. he dies, has to watch from the other side as life goes on without him. watches as the love of his life breaks her sire bond, is murdered by klaus in an expression massacre. they’re not reunited; he never sees her again. the veil falls but he has nowhere to go. he looks for klaus and elijah, wants his revenge, but never finds them before the other side is reinstated. when it implodes later on, he faces oblivion. there’s no peace for someone with rage in their heart, revenge on their mind. except when the veil falls, he doesn’t see the white light, or flames licking at his heels. he’s in reprieve.
LANDING IN REPRIEVE
he wakes up in reprieve. he’s nowhere near mystic falls, he’s no longer trapped on the other side, but he’s also hungry. he kills the police officer that finds him, takes his i.d and decides to assume his identity. he changes his hair color, compels the major players in the guys life, and becomes levi stone. as far as he’s concerned, daniel warren is dead. not that anyone in this town — in this time, apparently — would know him. it’s the closest thing to a fresh start as he’ll ever get.
though he has revenge on his mind, as far as he knows... there are no mikaelsons to be seen. he’s just masquerading as levi stone, assuming his role as a police officer. he also opened up his own gym, has a boxing ring and everything bc it helps him unwind. he has a lot of anger in him and he keeps it contained by channelling it into revenge fantasies and productivity. once he finds out that the mikaelsons are here however... all bets are off.
ENTER FAMINE
while impersonating levi stone, out on patrol, he encountered a strange fog. there was a figure in the distance, though he couldn’t make them out, and the next thing he knew there was a ring on his finger and a voice in his head. FAMINE. the horseman of the apocalypse had been brought to reprieve, sensing the disturbance in the city, and needed a powerful body to host him. levi, as a hybrid, was the perfect vessel. they became symbiotic: levi would feed, drown himself in crimson rivers to keep the horseman well fed, and famine would help him with his revenge plans and promise him that the time would come soon enough.
