TRUTHFULLY, LEVI COULD SMELL HIM before he’d even spied him among the shadows. A hybrid. A blend of wolf and bloodsucker. Over the centuries the original had existed, he’d grown able to tolerate various different species. To a certain extent, anyway. Where he remained a little more hostile toward vampires, there were a select few he could abide. When it came to hybrids, however, things got a little tricker. Given the nature of their creation, one might say that Levi wasn’t a fan. Regarding anything tied to the Björnssons, the wolf held a strong distaste toward. Hybrids just happened to belong on a long list of things tethered to the very beings that Levi was tasked with eradicating from the earth. A scoff was quickly followed by a huff of amused air. Strongly resisting the urge to roll his eyes, the original simply lit up the end of his cigarette. “ You should have, ” he stated, fingers plucking the stick from his mouth to exhale a cloud of nicotine-laced smoke. “ It might’ve made things a little more interesting. But as usual, you lot remain dull as ever. ” Drawing another drag from his cig, Levi chuckled slightly ; his breaths mingled with puffs of emitted vapour. “ So I’ve heard, ” he quipped, shooting the other man a brief glimpse. “ But I’m afraid it’ll take a lot more than one of these to finish me off. ” His mouth split into a grin then, dark eyes shimmering with devilry.
if kwame hadn’t been made into a hybrid, if he were still a werewolf, maybe he would have seen the original werewolves in a better light. maybe he would have even wanted to form some kind of connection or bond with them, what with them being the apex of lycanthropy. if things were different, he would hold a great deal of respect for them - for levi. but things weren’t different. levi and his family despised kwame’s sire and the family that had adopted kwame as their own. so it only made sense that he hated kwame as well, and kwame was more than happy to return the same energy. “i wouldn’t want to give you too much excitement. your little old heart might not be able to handle it.” he allowed himself to occupy the space against the wall of the building across the bar - not too far away, but not too close either. kwame wasn’t stupid enough to try to get in the other’s space. sure, he was strong, stronger than a good chunk of supernatural creatures because of his age and hybrid status, but levi was an original after all. he hadn’t seen his strength before, but he was sure it matched that of an original vampire. he could probably hold his own, but not for too long. “isn’t that unfortunate? looks like whoever finally gets the chance to finish you off will have to think outside the box.”
CROSSING ONE BRONZED LIMB OVER the other, the siren angled her frame toward the male. Allowing her eyes to momentarily roam before drinking in his features, the brunette gave a soft hum. “ Careful there, handsome, ” she started, blood-red lips curving into a subtle simper. “ Keep the sweet-talking up and my head might just explode. ” The statement rolled off the tip of her tongue effortlessly ; hazel irises alight with mirth. Resting an elbow atop the bar, Saphira lolled her head to one side whilst peering across at the other. “ I’ll have a whiskey sour, ” she replied, flashing a smile his way. Of course, the siren was more than aware of her alluring nature ; it was an asset she exploited any chance she could. Over the years, Saphira had grown accustomed to the dumbstruck gazes of men, all desperately vying for her attention. Having such an effect on people had always provided the brunette with an excessive amount of pride. Though in this town, she was well acquainted with the various species that she lived among and she knew she couldn’t take her gifts for granted. Nor assume that her enchantment would work on everyone. Still, it was always hugely entertaining to occupy bars, toying with the emotions of men. However, the siren couldn’t help but get the feeling that her current company was far from being similar to mere men. With amber-flecked eyes on him, Saphira arched a defined brow. “ How come you’re here all alone ? ”
“i’ve always been told that being with me is a mind blowing experience,” kwame easily retorted, an easy smile on his face as he raised his own glass back up to his lips to take a drink from it. he nodded his head, lifting up a hand to signal the bartender. “she’ll have a whiskey sour. and whatever else she wants, just give it to her. on the house.” he looked into the bartender’s eyes, his pupils subtly expanding, before the bartender nodded his head. “on the house, yes,” they mumbled under their breath, before they started making the drink. usually he would pay for things - it wasn’t like he didn’t have money. after almost nine hundred years of living, money accumulated, but he had, ironically, forgotten his wallet. the perks of being half vampire, right? he turned his attention back to the stranger at his side. “i’m kind of a loner. one might call me a lone wolf.” he almost snorted at his own joke. “that and my usual going out buddies are otherwise indisposed at the moment. what about you? why are you here all on your own?”
Baldr couldn’t stand being away from his family for a single year, let alone five hundred. When his hybrids started coming out of the wood work back to him he was utterly overjoyed. Course he had a hard time showing it. Expressing his emotions was never his strong suit, but some times if you are lucky he would show the smallest bit of love. Now, well, now he felt as if it was on the verge of being overbearing. “Kawme.” The hybrid instantly began to smile the moment he saw the other males face. “Please,” He quipped before pulling the other to his feet. “there is no need for that. It’s good to see you again, son.”
finally seeing baldr and being able to speak with him filled some kind of voice in the pit of kwame’s chest. the past five hundred years had been difficult for him, what with the sire bond still being active but him not being able to interact with his sire. he allowed him to pull him back up to his feet, smiling back at him. “it’s good to see you too, sire. i’ve been waiting for you for a long time. all of you. are you well?” he asked, before his smile slowly slipped away and he frowned. “i apologize for not being a better soldier, sire. i wish there was something i could have done to help prevent you all from being cursed. i searched far and wide trying to find a way to break it, but no witch knew how.”
the moment freya had kwame’s voice, a smile appeared on her lips. she had felt him even before he said anything —- some presences stuck to the back of her mind, even after five hundred years of slumber —- and yet, him announcing his company made her feel as glad as she would have if it had been a complete surprise. “right back at you.” freya turned around on her heels, looking at the hybrid as he walked towards her, the smile never dissipating. “and you look like you’ve definitely been around for five hundred years and counting,” freya teased, letting her smile gain a bit of a mischievous streak — of course, her words were far from the truth. as soon as his arms opened, the original gave him a hug; kwame was part of the list of the few people freya trusted that were not part of her blood family and she was glad to have him back. “you better have,” freya spoke before she pulled away. “and i missed you too. i am what humans call fashionably late, am i not? what have you been doing these past few centuries?”
of course freya didn’t hesitate to joke right along with him, which was one of the reasons why they got along so well with one another. kwame naturally had a lighthearted and fun personality, so it was a reflex for him to joke around - even in times that didn’t necessarily call for humor. there had been many a time when kwame made a joke during a highly stressing period, just trying to ease the tension in the room. and it worked a good amount of the time, fortunately. “are you trying to say i look old?” he asked, giving her a firm hug. he didn’t bother holding back his strength - she was stronger than him after all, so it wasn’t like it mattered. he pulled away after a moment, nodding his head. “well, they do say that a queen is never late, everyone else is just early. ah.. waiting for you all to wake up, of course.”
“They also say creativity is a form of insanity.” Hayley smiled at kwame. A hybrid much like herself. Older, of course. All considering she was the last one Baldr ever turned. Due to the fact there was no more doppelganger blood, baldr using the last of it on her. “ Yeah, moved out of the mansion now that they are all awake. What about you? What have you been up to? “
“touché.” he shrugged his shoulders, chuckling at her rebuttal. he couldn’t refute it after all, he had to admit that he had heard that before. “i actually just finished setting up my own place. it’s not too far from the mansion. got to stick close to home, you know?” kwame was one of the hybrids who had taken the bjornssons’ sudden slumber the hardest. he was close to most, if not all of them, and it was hard losing family, even if they technically weren’t dead, just indisposed. “have you spoken to any of them yet?”
TO SAY THAT LIFE HAD been frantic lately would be the understatement of the century. With the recent killings of two prominent figures amongst the supernatural community, the original had been on high alert. Every waking hour he’d been slaving away in the office, so much so he practically lived at the station. No rest for the wicked though, isn’t that the old adage ? Still, it was a welcome change to be out of his uniform ; blending in amongst the masses crawling the streets. Having just emerged from the back exit of the bar, the wolf pressed his back up against the cool brick of the alley wall. With a cigarette dangling rather precariously between his lips, Levi spent a solid minute fishing in and out of his pockets ; a curse muttered under his breath. Had it not been for his heightened senses, his own perceptive nature would have easily discerned the set of eyes on him. “ Word to the wise, ” he began whilst continuing his search for the Zippo he knew he had somewhere. “ It’s best not to sneak up on me. ” Finally producing the lighter from the confines of his jacket pocket, inky pupils rose to peer at the other. “ You gonna spend all night lurking in the shadows ? ”
having half of his identity become that of a creature of the night had made kwame find solace in the darkness of night. before he had turned, over nine hundred years ago when he was just an untriggered werewolf and the next alpha of his pack, he had preferred daytime and sunlight a great deal. he loved the way the sun felt on his skin and covered him with warmth. but as an immortal, he found himself drawn to the shadows. drawn to spending hours out at night and staying in during the day. why else would he had taken a job as a bartender? he fiddled with his phone as he walked through the darkened alleyway, stopping short when his senses picked up another person. he immediately zeroed his eyes in on them, his heightened vision easily discerning them in the darkness. he recognized him - he’d heard all about him and the rest of the original werewolves over his nine hundred plus years of existence. he knew that just because of who kwame was sired to, they weren’t supposed to get along. they were supposed to hate each other. “if i were sneaking up on you, i’d come from the roof, not from down the alley.” he couldn’t help but scoff, pocketing his phone as he approached him. “i wasn’t lurking, i was walking. big difference.” he cocked his head to the side. “smoking kills, you know.” forever the sarcastic one.
ONE MIGHT DESCRIBE THE SIREN as the perfect balance between sanity and insanity. Never in the middle, the brunette was always firmly resting at one end of the spectrum or the other ; always too much of one thing or too little of another. Since childhood, she’d been swept up in chaos and disarray. For years upon years, some element of the female fed off of carnage and anguish. Though the chains had since been broken, Saphira remained a slave to her psyche. Still, she felt the warmth that any sign of havoc would provide deep in the pit of her stomach. It was a sick jolt of exhilaration she felt inside her bones, the adrenaline of it all coursing through her bloodstream like the alcohol currently swimming along her veins. With the recent slaughters, Saphira had felt a twinge of intrigue though had quickly grown vexed by tiptoeing around. Thus, in a bid to cure her boredom, the brunette wound up in The Vortex. The flashing of the neon lights danced across her skin as she slipped effortlessly through the crowds. Shimmying between bodies with ease, Saphira reached the edge of the bar, swinging her svelte frame into one of the vacant stools. Allowing her gaze to roam momentarily, it wasn’t long until the siren’s sights set upon the closest countenance. “ Feel like keeping a girl company for the night ? ” Her voice was sing-song like, scarlet lips curving into a subtle simper.
feeding was essential to life as a vampire - or, part vampire, in kwame’s case. like any other immortal that survived on a diet of feeding on humans, kwame loved blood. he loved the taste and the texture, how he could feel the human’s life essence draining out of them and into his own body. back when he had first transitioned, the first two or three hundred years of his immortal existence were filled with him feeding rather messily and overboard. luckily for him, the bjornssons were there to reel him in until he calmed down. he still fed regularly, but he wasn’t as messy as he was in his earlier years. he tried to be as discreet as possible, which was why he frequented clubs when he fed. dark, lots of energy and lots of people to choose from. he had just finished feeding and after disposing of the body, he walked back into the club and found his way to the bar. he had been nursing a drink for about ten or so minutes when someone approached him. he immediately turned to face her, his eyebrows rising. her voice, for some strange reason, was very peculiar to him - although not in a bad way. in a way that made him want to hear more. “i’m always up for keeping a pretty girl company for a few hours.” he smiled at her. “want a drink?”
Hayley still had some things she had to unbox. So far she had most of her things. Now she was waiting for the moving truck to come with the new bed she had bought. “ God, its like they take forever.” She sat on the porch of her new home. A box or two still in her car. She needed something to take her mind off what just happened. No doubt the factions are running around blaming one another. A relief that she wasn’t part of that shit show. perks of being a hybrid with no sides . Unless you count the originals.
“you know, they say that talking to ones self is the first sign of insanity.” it hadn’t been particularly difficult to track hayley down in the small town they were now inhabiting. not only was she another hybrid like himself, but had a very particular scent that he had learned and memorized when she had first joined baldr’s hybrid army. he climbed up the stairs on the porch of her new home, settling down in the empty spot next to her. “waiting for the moving truck?” he asked conversationally, glancing over at her.
after his sire, kwame felt the deepest connection to freya out of the rest of the bjornssons. they had similar personality traits and habits that allowed them to get along, and kwame had grown to see her as more than just a friend, but also as a sister of sorts. she had a few qualities that reminded him of his youngest sister, which was why he felt so drawn to her. after baldr, he was the most saddened by her being indisposed for five hundred years. after baldr, he was the most excited to see her again after so many centuries. “long time no see, stranger,” he greeted, a teasing smile on his face. “you definitely don’t look like you’ve been dead to the world for the past five centuries.” he approached her, his arms opening for a hug. “you know i’ve missed you, right?” // @bjcrnsson
family was a touchy topic of conversation for kwame. during his human years, he had a pretty big family, and his relationship with the majority of them was positive and great. but his father and older brother never treated him like family. or at least, for his father, never treated him like family until he was on his father was on his deathbed. it took years for him to get the bitter taste of his brother’s betrayal out of his mouth, and he knew that he had his sire and his sire’s family to thank for leaving his past behind. baldr treated him more like family than his father and brother ever did, and because of that, he felt forever indebted to him. when the siblings were put into their slumber, kwame wasn’t sure what to do anymore. he was a little lost without his new family, not knowing where to go and who to follow. he traveled alone for five hundred years, thinking that he would never see them again. when news of their broken slumber reached him, he immediately set out to find them - starting with baldr. it wasn’t particularly difficult to find him, and when he did, he was overcome with happiness. “sire,” he greeted, immediately getting on his knees and bowing his head respectfully. // @ofancientbloods
❝ I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, one as hated as the other. ❞
❛❛ aesthetic . ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― old, crisp pages of ancient texts, charcoal covered fingertips, blood smeared on a white wall, a broken crown . ― ✎penned by linny .
&. → MALE : MICHAEL B. JORDAN : TOO LATE by THE WEEKND — is that KWAME BELLO wandering through Briar Creek? They’ve only been here for A MONTH and word around the town claims that the 32/847-year-old HYBRID is known to be LOYAL and UNFORGIVING. They can be found at SANCTUARY as a BARTENDER. With them being part of the ÖRDÖGHÁZ’S ARMY, it’s only a matter of time before blood is shed. // ( linny ● 22 ● est ● he/him )
BASIC ▸
full name: kwamena ‘kwame’ bello
age: thirty-two / eight hundred and forty seven
date of birth: summer of 1173, celebrates on july 14th
kwamena was the second born son of the king, or alpha, of a wolf pack on the coast of africa, born during the summer months of the year eleven-seventy-three. not much was expected of him growing up. at least not as much as what was expected of his older brother. his older brother, mawufeasi, was set to take his father’s crown when the time came, while kwame was second in line for the crown and status of alpha, and first in line to be his brother’s right hand. throughout his childhood, it felt as though kwame always had to fight for his father’s attention. his father showed his love through praises, most of which went to his older brother and even his younger brother. kwame, the quintessential middle child, was always overlooked. it always felt like his father preferred his brothers over him, which eventually led to kwame having a complex regarding his father’s love towards him.
his mother was a completely different story. she was a strong and maternal woman, who gave her children equal amounts of love, although she saw that kwame struggled the most with acquiring his father’s affections, and tended to dote on him a little bit more than his siblings. that caused a rift between him and mawufeasi. the elder prince wanted his mother’s attention, while the younger wanted his father’s. unlike his brother, kwame didn’t have any negative feelings towards his brother. he didn’t blame his brother for receiving their father’s praises, but his brother blamed him for receiving their mother’s.
it was two months before his twenty-fifth year when things took a turn. his brother had done something dishonorable, something he never figured out because his father and brother never spoke of it. he knew it must have been serious, because his father approached him one day and told him that instead of mawufeasi taking his crown, it would go to him instead. it was quite a shock to kwame, especially because his father and older brother had been so close to one another. mawufeasi must have done something quite terrible to have his father strip him of his next in line status, but kwame never questioned it. it wasn’t his place to. so instead, he began preparing for his coronation.
the coronation was successful and seamless on the day of his twenty-fifth birthday. the preparation process for it had been rather quick, which didn’t make a lot of sense to kwame until his father fell deathly ill weeks later. he had noticed that his father’s energy and strength had depleted over some time, but he had just assumed that it was due to him growing older. no, his father knew that death was getting closer and closer to his front door and wanted to make sure that his pack was left in good, mindful and capable hands - that was what he had told kwame on his deathbed. it had taken twenty-five years, but kwame had gotten the praise he had desperately wanted from his father. he just wish he didn’t have to die to get it.
kwame’s rule lasted for five years until his thirtieth year. he was a good ruler, firm and strong, but empathetic to a certain extent. the people loved him, all except for his older brother, who had been plotting against him ever since his coronation. somehow, kwame still doesn’t know how to this day, but mawufeasi managed to turn the people against him by spreading malicious lies and framing him for a crime he didn’t commit. even kwame was surprised by how detailed and believable his claims were - he had to admit that if he wasn’t himself, he might have believed his older brother too.
because of his royal status, and how well he had done as alpha during his reign, instead of putting him to death, they had him exiled. his mother, sisters and younger brother begged mawufeasi to let kwame stay, but the new alpha wouldn’t hear a word of it. he was exiled within the day, cast out and made to find his own home.
he traveled for quite some time, staying to himself and on his own. it wasn’t until during his travels that he came across a strange man, a vampire, that he finally had some semblance of contact with another living (so to speak) being. communication with the man, who he came to know as baldr, was rather difficult at first, with them not knowing the same language, but eventually they were able to find ways to communicate. when kwame learned of baldr’s hybrid status, he was more so intrigued than anything else. he had been told nothing good of the people whose skin burned in the sunlight, but it didn’t seem like baldr was that bad. minus the drinking blood part.
they had known each other for a while when they were attacked by a group of rogue werewolves during the full moon. he had never killed anyone prior to that, so he never triggered the werewolf curse. despite this, he had willingly jumped in front of baldr in an attempt to save him from being attacked by a werewolf while the hybrid fought off the others, which led to him himself being attacked. even though they hadn’t known each other long, the fact that kwame was willing to put himself in harm’s way to protect someone like baldr was what led to him being chosen as the hybrid’s next soldier in his hybrid army.
ever since waking up from his transition, kwame’s stuck by baldr’s side, at the very least figuratively. even when they’re apart, he still listens to commands and orders given to him by the original hybrid. he’s extremely loyal to baldr, and in turn all of the björnssons. even though they are physically the same age, kwame does see his sire as somewhat of a father or older brother figure. he’s been more of a father and older brother to kwame than his actual father and brother ever were.
PERSONALITY / FUN FACTS / MISCELLANEOUS
being alive for so long has gifted kwame with a lot of opportunities. he’s traveled the world, picked up several languages and has studied several cultures. he loves to learn and soak in information.
he loves technology. even though he’s been around to see it develop and come into fruition, he can’t help but act like an impressed grandpa whenever he sees an iphone.
after transitioning into a hybrid, kwame went back to his old home and slaughtered his older brother. no one knew who did it and nothing could be proven. his younger brother stepped up and became the alpha after that.
lowkey a hopeless romantic lol has had a lot of flings over the years and most of them have broken his heart. ends up getting drunk and lowkey whining about it to baldr whenever it happens.
he loves art! he paints, draws, sketches, sculpts - it’s a stress reliever for him.
