[ohenzc]

⚜  ⸻  carlos miranda  .  cismale  .  he/him  .  flightless bird by american mouth  |  was that  lorenzo saint john  walking around mystic falls ? last i heard , the  35/100+-year old  vampire  can be found mostly around  main street.  makes  you  wonder  what   they’re   up   to .  he is  known  for  being  +COMPASSIONATE ,  but  they  can  still  be  very  -WILD TEMPTERED  according  to  their  friends. i  heard  through  the  grapevine  that   he escaped captivity not too long ago. although we can never know for sure when it comes to mystic falls,  in the end,  it could be only rumors, right ?   〉

i just realized i completely forgot enzo's intro so here's something basic about my feral boy.

enzo grew up an orphan on the streets of britain and for the most part, didn't really have anyone to call family. he tried to find someone who might've been related to him but he never did. enzo was changed in 1903 by lily salvatore when he was dying of consumption. when he woke up she and the others were gone and enzo thought he was abandoned again. enzo moved throughout life without much care and often found himself signing up for war and things most humans wouldn't walk away from. in ww2 he was captured by a human and taken to america. in the 1950s he was cellmates with damon salvatore and for the first time in his life made a friend. so called friend left him to burn so he pretty much hates damon right now. recently escaped captivity at the college and may have eaten a few people coming up missing lately. dude's feral and just wants to party.

[fracturedlegacies-deactivated20]

Okay, her stonewalled face cracked a little and she couldn't help but laugh. " --- you can keep your shirt on." Then because she was feeling a bit more playful than she was a few moments ago, she couldn't help but add. "For now. Who knows? I might get bored later." She then considered his next statement. Really? "It's pretty straight forward really: drink, listen to music, talk --- laugh. I mean, it could get wild later on but that depends on whether or not you keep your shirt on."

[ohenzc]

there it was. he managed to make her laugh. score one for enzo. "you sure? offer's on the table until it's time to go." enzo made sure to tell her even though the little laugh that left his lips. he couldn't help himself. "sorry, it's my first party in a real long time. i don't even know, well, any of the songs playing." he admitted before motioning around. "see, now you're thinking outside the box. you want a drink? i'm heading that way."

[bloodbovnd]

Darling. Her eyebrows shot up as she tried to hide her smirk behind a facade of nonchalance. Too bad he seemed to hit just the spot. He did look innocent enough, so Hayley let some of her defenses fall for the night. Still, her type of flirting consisted of some sarcasm, insults and innuendos. Even in times of complete relaxation Hayley still couldn't fully commit. Always on edge, always longing for more. Maybe they were alike, so very alike. "You're wasted, damn." Hayley grinned. The werewolf slowly approached the vampire, further closing the distance between them. "You finally figured it out, good for you. Can't fool that nose of yours, hm?" Not that she ever tried to hide what she was. Quite the opposite: whenever possible, Hayley embraced her own nature. Other girls had manicured nails, she loved her claws, her wild nature that never desired to be tamed. "Could smell that blood on you from a mile away. You're one of the older, thirstier ones." She liked that. They usually possessed power, skills and good connections that might help her in her search. No matter, she was too occupied looking at his handsome face. He looked... like an oil painting that had been mistreated, turned into raw art over the century. Like something to worship, cherish, rather than repair. "Aaand I guess booze is an easier fix than blood?" she got dangerously close now, their conversation barely audible as it turned into a whisper, "afraid to let your instincts guide you around here?"

[ohenzc]

his shoulders shrug nonchalantly. was he wasted? not by human means, no. it took far too much for his system to be even close to this relaxed. "i think i'm just right. a peach, if you will." enzo teased. it's hard to take things too seriously right now. his eyes watch her with careful amusement. "felt you before i smelt you. you're all too warm in a sea of lukewarms." it sounds like an innuendo. maybe it is. his expression says she could try to beat it out of him. he can't help but to lean against a nearby tree, arms crossing. "and that's where you'd be slightly wrong. if you're looking for a ripper, i'm pretty sure there's a salvatore around here you'd have more fun with." it's what he equates to the world enzo hadn't had much time to explore before becoming a captive. damon's stories told him of a darker side of vampirism. enzo had preferred blood spilt in the time of war. why waste? his eyes twinkle with an almost devious hint of amusement as she neared him, so close that he felt a fire wash over his skin. his lips parted before he licked them. "pot meet kettle, miss? you're more wound up than, well, anything really."

[ohenzc]

[bloodbovnd]

"A conga line?" Hayley huffed, smiling at the mere thought of someone getting excited over something that. "Whatever floats your boat, I guess. Hey, as long as there's booze?" she held up her half empty glass of beer, unwilling to really drink any more. She had to remain in control or else she wouldn't be able to fully understand the conversations around her. "And yet you're all on your own. Why's that?" Hayley approached him without fear. In fact, she seemed completely laid back, comfortable with just joining a stranger in the woods. He stumbled towards her, clumsy for sure, possibly just drunk out of his mind. Fucking adorable. Her own paranoia got the better of her, however. "Hayley - and you must be? Head of the kazoo committee?" Again, another smile, "nice accent, by the way. You sound... old. Anything I must know before we continue?"

[ohenzc]

how long had he been held captive down there in the dungons of mystic falls? oh, he'd lost track after the first two or three, but knowing now just how long it had been, he was selfish. greedy even. he wanted fun - and he wanted food, so between the conga lines and drinking, he's definitely been sizing people up. he's multi-tasking at best. "oh i'm definitely here for the conga line. booze might just be a perk, darling." his accent clearly gives it away that he's not being some pretentious dick but rather saying something quite normally for him in surroundings he knew better than those here. "truth be told, someone in the line smells like cottage cheese. would you want in on that action? i don't think so." enzo pointed out, features shifting to a sort of disgust before falling.

enzo stood up a little straighter now but his feet betrayed him. it's not like he's struggling with gravity, he's just having fun for the first time in, oh, sixty or seventy years? "lorenzo or enzo, if you'd like. head of the kazoo committee, beer pong champion and a whole list of other things that'll probably bore you." it's not that he doesn't want to tell her more because the brief pause said otherwise, but rather, he doesn't quite know what to say. what's normal? what's not weird? probably not the guy sizing up douche bags for a makeshift capri sun. "thanks. i'm british - and old, older than most here." which seems like a joke. most here were young adults and teenagers looking for free booze after all. how could she know he meant he was alive during the late eighteen hundreds and early nineteen hundreds? impossible. the closer she gets, the better he caught her scent and a smirk spread across his lips, "i think you know something they don't know, but hey, what do i know?"

[bloodbovnd]

closed starter for Enzo (@ohenzc) - bonfire event

Parties like these were usually good for one thing: to forget -- forget one's own limits and promises. She knew it would loosen everybody's tongue, get them to talk and possibly reveal one or two secrets about this town. Hayley had been nursing her drink, aimlessly staring towards the bonfire from afar, waiting for the time someone would approach her with a loose tongue. The sooner she got to the bottom of this, the better. Yet, as she turned around to discover who was making all that noise behind her, Hayley's attention completely shifted. "Someone's looking... peachy." Hayley smirked at Enzo, "already enjoying yourself a little bit too much over there?"

[ohenzc]

he was opposite. always too tight and pent up. for every ounce of him that wanted fun, there was a thought that he needed to be tight lipped - and thankfully one beer keg stand, four beers and an ungoldly amount of shots later, he's still half sober compared to most of the humans trying to forget their troubles. still, he can't help himself. he's got a noise maker ( a metal rectangle on a stick, catching air as he spins it ) and a kazoo like he's at a child's birthday party. "why wouldn't i be? there's a conga line." enzo pointed out, literally to where several people were partying along in a sloppy line. he did trip, somewhat, when he really looked at her though. man, she was beautiful. "you don't look like you're enjoying yourself as much as you should be. i think you need a kazoo."

[fracturedlegacies-deactivated20]

Bonnie had been speaking to herself in all reality --- as if she could convince herself to actually relax and enjoy herself given everything. However, in doing so, she was realizing that others could actually hear her. He was one such individual. Her head turned and she gave him an incredulous look. "And that is supposed to make my night better?" she asked, a hint of teasing in her voice.

[ohenzc]

enzo chuckled at her response. his shoulders shrugged and his expression us somewhat innocent. "i'm not hearing a no - so if you think it will, i'm willing to risk a try." enzo admitted. now his expression is more of a dare. try me. i'll try anything at least twice. once to say he did, twice to make sure he didn't like it. "truth be told, i'm not sure what is supposed to happen at a party like this."

[fracturedlegacies-deactivated20]

After the week she had had, Bonnie was desperate for a chance to just let loose. She deserved this. Already she had drained a glass, the alcohol settling in her stomach. She reached for another, ignoring the look from the person next to her. "It's a party, right? I thought we were supposed to have fun."

[ohenzc]

enzo wasn't bored per say but he wasn't exactly happy either. he's only really there to drink and pick out a snack for the road later when enzo finds himself distracted by a voice. "if you'd like, i can take my shirt off and dance on a table, darling." it would be pretentious if not for the fact that his accent was clearly not american.

[pyremet]

even with a drink in hand, he feels more like some sort of chaperone than a regular attendee. seems fitting, he supposes, considering he's really only around to keep an eye on things. the bodies that have already been found are surely just the beginning, and he can only hope he can prevent the appearance of any more. ❛ a party in the woods . . . seems like asking for trouble, ❜ he mutters, watching someone drunkenly stumble by him only to trip over a random log ⸻ not even the first time that's happened in the past hour.

[ohenzc]

he's really only there for the booze and a potential snack later. while he had a few bodies under his belt, he wasn't responsible for those recently found in mystic falls unless you count the one he shoved out of a building in his vampric hunger induced rage. whoops. he's not even really paying attention until the guy tripped over a log and enzo found himself turning, only to chuckle, "bloody hell. i don't see what the problem is. drinks and a show."

[oftheatrics]

There was a persistent guy talking to her. April didn't know why. April, not quite assertive enough,couldn't get this guy yo go away. Instead, when the guy wasn't looking, she met someone's eyes and scribbled on her hand.

"Help a girl out- get a drink in exchange."

[ohenzc]

mystic falls was just a stop along the way to enzo's freedom. having heard of the party they were throwing, he thought he'd stop by and check out potential snacks - such as the man who decided that he couldn't take no for an answer. oh, he'd definitely be eating him later. for now, he took the hint to stroll up to the two and appear to gently nudge the guy to the side, "hey buddy, you want to walk away while you still have legs?" straight to the point and the glare on his face told him go ahead and try me. luckily he took the hint but enzo would still find him later. "yeah, what a wanker."

[maurawrites]

CARLOS MIRANDA as JOHNNY VIDA S01