“ oh, come on —- don’t be a spoilsport… ” she hums, words seeming to echo around the room with every pretence imaginable; it was E V A S I V E in a fraudulant way like playing chess with someone that didn’t know the rules of the game. she NEEDED a nice distraction, fun or attractive worked ( shallow desires came in handy, so did people willing to be a piece in the bigger game ). “ we’re all trapped with nowhere to go and NOTHING to do —- unless you want to play hopscotch with that nice shiny barrier? ”
in war, unlikely alliances are formed. for the greater good, for the common good, for the sake of survival. it ensures that they all survive long enough to start in - fighting again. that’s what comes to mind as she watches the woman drip suspicion before her, much like the mad man with too much power or the woman intent on protecting her manicure. but, whether she likes it or not, they may as well NEED those people if the worst case scenario really happens. ( if they can’t stop it. if hell is intent on breaking lose. ) “ okay. ” she’ll play along until the red flags are too consuming to ignore. “ what do you have in mind? ”
she’s not sure what’s worse about 2010 — the fact that the jonas brothers are still on the outs, or that technology is only a step above stone tablets. her phone’s basically a pretty looking brick and mostly useless ever since they pulled a BACK TO THE FUTURE and stumbled into the past. she knows the rules, knows she’s supposed to be as inconspicuous as possible and keep her secrets, but that won’t stop her from scoping out the hotspots in mystic falls that she’s only ever read about in history books. everything’s different. from the town square, to the salvatore mansion ( not school ) to the mystic grill where she currently finds herself. elbows rest against the bartop as she leans forward, inspecting the labels on some of the bottles. booze, at least, has stayed pretty consistent. when she gets her bourbon, on the rocks because she’s a psychopath, she knocks it back salvatore style before turning to the person closest to her. “ hey, you. ” she reaches out, touching their elbow. “ buy me a drink, and i’ll give you the winning powerball numbers. you’ll have to wait for 2030 to play but trust me — twenty six million dollars is worth the wait. ”
she gets it. it’s EXCITING to have a front seat to things they thought they’d only ever read about. it’s the biggest adventure they’ll likely ever find themselves in and maybe she’d be SLIGHTLY more enthusiastic if she could enjoy it without the threat of destroying their reality. ( not that she’s particularly jumping at the chance to go back to a world where she feels like she has to justify her own existence to all but a few people but still. the greater good and all. ) and that is exactly what stefanie salvatore looks poised to do, leant over to an innocent bystander no doubt endangering the plan before one is even fully fledged. ( she has no issue with stefanie, really. she thinks they could even be friends. but, as friends tend to, she’s worried. ) “ she’s drunk. ” she chimes in to the man sitting next to her who, in all honesty, doesn’t look much better off. she hopes he’ll WRITE IT OFF as girls who party too hard and drink too much and get off on telling lies. she stares him down until he vacates his seat, grumbling about liars and regulars being the same bad apple as he goes. she turns back to stefanie, the PICTURE of mental exhaustion, as she takes the seat that’s now open. “ seriously? ” she can practically hear the oh no, the fun police is here come back already.
BRIGHT BLUE EYES - ones that were certainly not her’s , not really - fixate on the uneven splotches of red that stain a less than three day old baby pink manicure . scrapping at the blood stains with her pinky nail , biting her tongue in concentration , sticking it out slightly in a ridiculous looking fashion . all of lilith’s attention is fixated on erasing the tiny red dots from her fingers . typically she’d embrace a good blood splatter , but not when it ruined a perfectly good manicure , especially when she’d paid good money ( granted , with money that she’d stolen ) for her nails to look absolutely perfect . ‘ you keep staring and your eyes might get stuck like that . ‘
she’s not staring exactly. she’s observing and processing and ... okay, maybe that has wandered into staring with her thoughts. she looks up, pulls herself out of it and her own head, and actually accesses the situation before her. she doesn’t know what the woman is so intent on picking off her nails, but the records of ANIMAL ATTACKS don’t leave a great deal to the imagination. dr saltzman was clearly serious when he gave his many speeches about the danger of the teenagers that were housed in their school. ( which, by the way, not yet a school. she’s checked. ) “ sorry. ” it’s an honest apology and not her mess to involve herself in. she may just stop the apocalypse before she learns where and where not to inject herself into the conversation. “ long day. ” and that should be that.
“don’t make me cut you off, jack. believe me, another bourbon is not going to fix whatever’s going on at home.” she sighs, gently waving away the man at the end of the bar trying to get her attention. he’s begun swaying slightly in his seat and she knows that’s a sure sign another drink will have him falling straight off. weary gaze turns to the next face waiting to be served. “what can i get you ??”
it’s ... strangely calm. EERILY in her opinion. she supposes that’s the way people operate when have no idea they’re about to have the carpet pulled out from under them. ( it’s difficult, she’ll admit, not to get sucked up in it. into the monster removal of it all. but she has a JOB. ) she watches as the man starts to sway in his seat and briefly thinks of new orleans before the attention is turned to her. oh. right, this is a bar, not a library. she isn’t of legal drinking age, but technically, she isn’t supposed to be born yet either, so a harmless lie doesn’t seem particularly damaging. “ just water, please. ” okay, so she doesn’t actually have a plan, but she assumes that when she formulates one it’s going to involve being a high school student. spending the night in jail - where they’ll have NO DOCUMENTATION of her - and getting this woman fired - and doing god knows what to TIME - aren’t part of it.
“There is so much security at airports now!” Kai’s amused voice bellowed towards the other person, clearly intended to engage in conversation whether they were willing or not. Well, more like a ramble. “I didn’t have any money for a flight, right? So I gave one of the attendants a brain aneurysm, ya know, to convince them to help me. And they said even if they wanted to they couldn’t because there’s, like, fifty other checkpoints to get through! I feel like I gave half the security staff aneurysms just to get on the freaking plane. I mean what a waste of magic, right?”
impending apocalypse considered, it is not her job to babysit every mad man with magic within a ten mile radius. fish to fry and other potentially earth shattering problems to deal with. that said, THAT seems downright unnecessary. ( she simply can’t help from putting her foot where it doesn’t belong ; it’s the left over guilt from her swan dive into malivore. ) “ you’ve heard of the no - fly list, right? ” and security cameras. ( she knows technology is trailing behind her, but basic security doesn’t seem like a stretch. )
My dad was one of the earth’s original vampires. My mother was a werewolf alpha. My grandmother was a witch. So, all of those things passed down, making me- A unicorn. A hybrid of three different creatures. A tribrid. I’m the only one of my kind. Yeah, see? Unicorn.
* &. 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 HOPE MIKAELSON . | danielle rose russell. it’s said that you’re an 18 year old CIS FEMALE + TRIBRID who goes by SHE/HER. that must be why the images of WORN DOWN PUNCHING BAGS & READING BY LAMP LIGHT IN THE EARLY HOURS comes to mind when i think of you. if you want to STOP armageddon then i suggest holding the SELF-SACRIFICING and INTUITIVE parts of you close. ( ooc: SAM, 21, GMT, HE/HIM. )
hey there, my dudes. i am your local disaster and this, similarly, is my disaster. so, here’s a brief summary of what’s happened to her so far.
BIOLOGY
so, here’s the first tl;dr. hope’s biology is a clusterfuck. she is the first and only tribrid in existence, as her mother was a crescent werewolf, her father an original vampire, and her grandmother an ancient witch. all of those things passed down leave open the possibility for hope to be all three simultaneously. she triggered her werewolf curse when she was fifteen and being a tribrid has no bearing on her crescent wolf side. she can turn at will but isn’t part of a pack. she’s also nurtured her ability as a witch, so can perform spells, rituals, create herb brews etc. the only part where being a tribrid truly effects her biology is the blood in her veins is not human, but rather vampiric. she heals at the rate turned vampires do, and can therefore heal others, but won’t enjoy the benefits of compulsion and immortality until she dies and activates her vampire side. ( my interpretation of hope bases healing on adrenaline and a situational basis. due to the inconsistent law about what exactly her blood is capable of, and tend to take it on a case by case basis. how much danger she feels / is defines the level of healing/amount she’ll bleed. )
BIOGRAPHY
she was born in 2012, to klaus mikaelson and hayley marshall. her existence is, essentially, a loophole. vampires historically aren’t able to reproduce, but because her father was a vampire by magic not blood, it was considered a loophole. her mother died in childbirth, but due to having carried a baby with vampire blood, she was turned and saved. hayley raised hope after she spent a year under her aunt rebekah’s care and until she was sent to the salvatore school at seven. her family was scattered across the globe because of ancient dark magic that promised to kill her if they weren’t, and soon, the family rifts deepened. in a desperate attempt to see her father, at nine years old, she astral projected and found him covered in the blood of his victims at what she would refer to as a MURDER ORGY. that night was the last time she would hear from her father for six years. ( get out, she sometimes thought, was the last thing he’d ever say to her. ) flash forward to six years later, when she was suspended for essentially being a blood dealer. she sought only to bring her family back together but, in doing so, devised a plan that would lead to her mother’s death.
her mother died at the hands of her first boyfriend roman, who was also student at the salvatore school and was brainwashed by his mother into believing the mikaelsons were monsters. it was around this time she also accidentally triggered her werewolf curse and was once again plagued by the dark magic that her family had set off across the globe to protect her from. she was set to die until her father made a deal with lizzie & josie saltzman to transfer the hollow into him on the night of her first turn. this later killed him, and her uncle elijah, which was Great. this lead to a permanent residence at the salvatore school and a diagnosis of ptsd, survivor’s guilt and self-isolating tendencies to name a few.
over her time at the salvatore school, she would come to befriend and date landon kirby, become close with the saltzman twins and learn that she was the loophole to malivore. because malivore was created by the blood of a witch, a vampire and a werewolf, hope was nature’s answer as a creature that could destroy him by countering him, as malivore could never harm the species it was born from. she threw herself into the malivore pit believing it would stop him from rising, and end the series of monster attacks that had been plaguing the salvatore school for months, but as she hadn’t activated her vampire side, it simply erased her. it expelled her due to this and she lived life as the FORGOTTEN until josie saltzman brought back everyone’s erased memories. she was set to leave for new orleans after this, as to spare everyone the heart ache of trying to readjust to her in their lives, but her plan was cut short by a simple task ; STOP THE APOCALYPSE. second times the charm, she’s hoping.
PRESENT TIMELINE
hope’s current priorities are fairly simple. one, stop the apocalypse. piece of cake, right? she’s still dealing with the ramifications of her own needless suffering and jumping into the malivore pit, and it just may have triggered her previous guilt complex from three years ago. if she can stop this apocalypse, in the past, then maybe she has a shot at helping those she loves in the future. other priorities include not giving away her identity and oh, making sure she’s born. yeah, that’s kind of important. ( she may also join the cheerleading squad. go figure. )
