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rollo erikson. original vampire.

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rosemariethomson:

Rosemarie saw the fight and almost stepped in before she reconsidered. She recognized that if one of the men so much as touched her, she’d be down. She was about to walk away when she heard the man near her speak. “It’s a shame because some things need to change. Well, assuming you’re talking about the fight that is.” 

"I am,” Rollo offered a small smile to the woman who had approached him. His gaze went back to the two men fighting. It was a pathetic sight. Both were too drunk to land a hit and just kept stumbling over each other. His eyes stayed on the two drunkards as he spoke up again, “There’s just no changing drunken stupidity, I’m afraid. It’s been a problem for a hundred years, I’m sure it will continue to do so for a hundred more.”

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cailinreilig:

Felicia shrugged, flexing slender fingers as she shook off her own thoughts. She was half tempted to follow the errant drunk to make sure he got home, but ultimately, this wasn’t Boston and it wasn’t her business. “Oh, he probably will.” She muttered. “I should have been a bouncer. Oh well. In another life, maybe.” She added, another shrug rolling off her shoulders.  “Fancy a drink?” She asked, wondering if it was even a good idea to have a second, with the way the night was going. 

"Something to consider if you were ever looking for a career change, I suppose,” Rollo supplied as he watched the drunk scurry off around the corner, “And I’m certainly not one to turn down a drink with pleasant company. After you.”

He gestured to the entrance of the bar, giving her a moment before following. It wasn’t exactly his preferred location for a drink, but it would do it’s job. It was dimly lit pool hall with basketball games being broadcast on what few televisions they had. As the duo approached the bar, Rollo looked over at his companion with a smile, “What’s your name, if I may ask? I don’t usually go drinking with strangers. Not in a long time, anyway.”

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linaisms:

the two young men that had stumbled out of the bar were unfortunately two men that angelina knew, not really men at all, but boys, just twenty-one with a low tolerance for alcohol. when they came barreling out, her and her small group of girl friends did too, most of them giggling or outright laughing, not doing much of anything to stop the roughhousing. but how could they, in their pretty dresses and nice heels ? when an unfamiliar voice spoke up, the brunette looked over at the smirking gentleman. “ yeah, really. ” she sighed, looking back to the boys. “ they’ll be all right though. this happens, like, every other weekend. ” they were all friends, and the play-fighting was just that, play. “ we’ll pull ‘em apart in a second. they’re such drama queens. ” the little witch laughed a bit, more in fondness than malice.

Ah, to be young again. It was a sad thought that brought about hazy memories from another life long ago. Rollo smiled through it, peering down at the young woman as she laughed about the shenanigans of her friends. He appreciated the groups carefree attitude. They were enjoying life in this moment. There was a flash of envy. He quickly pushed that aside, as he always did. “I’m not worried. I remember what it was like to be young and wanting to impress when the eyes of a pretty girl were on me,” he glanced out over the number of women who stood beside her, “or a group in this case.”

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If anyone wants a connection with Rollo, just come scream at me. I’ll be around throwing out replies!

[fysebastianstan]

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cailinreilig:

Felicia was never one to turn down a drink. That was the whole point of her going to the bar in the first place. Not that it mattered, as this one was apparently rife with people so drunk they wanted to fight. Being Irish and from Boston, this was not an unusual sight, nor was it something she particularly wanted to deal with currently.  Being one who had both instigated and stopped bar fights before, Felicia felt an urge to step in, especially since it seemed like the fight was spilling out onto the street. Finishing her whiskey,she followed the brawl outside and grabbed the closest man attempting to throw a punch. “HEY,” she yelled, voice as loud as she could manage. “Knock it off! Go home. Sleep it off. Unless you wanna explain to your buddies how a very tiny girl cold-cocked your ass into next week.”  She let the drunkard go, watching him slink off, muttering to himself.  “Some things never change,” she heard a voice say, from not far off.  “No. No, they really don’t,” she echoed in agreement.

Rollo smiled. His first genuine one since returning to New Orleans. Watching the smaller woman put a much larger drunken idiot in his place was likely going to be the best part of his night. He stepped forward, moving to stand beside the woman just a few feet away. He could respect anyone who knew how to take control of a situation. “Nice work. Maybe he’ll think twice before he goes around throw punches at another bar,” Rollo couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “Probably not, but I guess it was a nice thought.”

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pvgilist:

Alasdair exited the bar after the two men. The truth of the scene was that he had started the fight between the two men. It wasn’t hard to fool around with humans since he was an original, but he chose not to compel either of them. All it took were a few suggestive words about one of their women. He looked up and saw a familiar face. One that he hadn’t seen in centuries and even though he wasn’t necessarily happy with seeing his brother, he raised a finger to his lips. A simple, don’t tell that what I said were lies. Excitedly, he turned back to watch the men fight. “C’mon, lads, how’re ya gonna defend her honour if you can’t even hit properly?”

If he was surprised to turn his head and see the face of his older brother, Rollo certainly didn’t show it. Alasdair seemed equally unaffected. No one could say the Eriksons didn’t know how to hide their feelings well. Or at least these two did. A nod is all Rollo gave to acknowledge his brother and that whatever game he was up to at the moment would not be disrupted by Rollo. The brunette stepped up behind Alasdair to get a better look at the fight just in time to see one of the men take a swing a miss completely. Alasdair was certainly right, these two idiots had no idea what they were doing. “Maybe they lady should defend herself. She can probably land a punch unlike these two,” Rollo sighed, feigning a look of boredom he shot his brother a glance, “Unless, of course, you would rather show them how it’s done?”

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He felt like a damn tourist walking through the French Quarter of New Orleans that night. As he should. Being surrounded by actual tourists after all. But it was home. A home that he had been separated from for far too long. Rollo itched to enjoy the sights of a city that stirred a great amount of nostalgia within him. Naturally, his reminiscing would be short lived. There was never a dull moment on Bourbon Street, a point proven as two men stumbled out of a bar shouting and attempting to swing at each other. The brunette snickered to himself mostly, albeit out loud for another to hear, “Some things never change.”

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ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ !!

hello everyone! the name is ash and here comes rollo:

he’s an original vampire, but he’s not arrogant about it. in fact, he likely won’t ever bring up this fact unless someone mentions it first. if he’s going to act as though he is superior he’d rather do it in other ways.

respect goes a long way with rollo. he even shows a great respect for his enemies. it means a lot to him. blatant disrespect is a quick way to find a permanent spot on his bad side.

he is very manipulative. he likes to try and be in control in most aspects of his life and ensure things play out the way he believes they should (he’s lucky if this ever works).

rollo loves his family very much, which is why he is in new orleans, but you won’t ever hear him say that aloud. when it comes to his fellow eriksons, he prefers actions over words to show he cares.

he’s spent most of his time in rome over the last ten years.

he really doesn’t mind other supernaturals but prefers the company of his own kind as he finds it is more comfortable for him. he doesn’t particularly care for werewolves, but isn’t one to immediately lash out when he encounters one.

rollo is pansexual.

of course i am always open to plotting, just come yell at me on the messenger and we will do the thing. i’m also willing to go more in depth but of course you’ll see all that with the bios in the future too!

[henycavil]

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