catching damon’s eyes, a rush of relief flooded cleo’s body and her heart thumped a beat faster in her chest. the presence of her mate was always soothing, offering a degree of tranquility to cleo’s typically distressed demeanor. cleo chuckled, “well, i will never object to your company. besides, i think we’re allowed to give into temptation… every once in a while.” resting a hand on his inner thigh, cleo offered a gentle squeeze with the hint of a smile playing at her lips. grabbing at her beer with her other hand, cleo got a speedy chug in. the rush of alcohol brought a warmth to her chest and widened her grin. “what are you drinking today, love? my treat.” she offered, signaling the bartender to approach.
while he certainly didn’t make drinking before dusk a regular habit ( much like he used to do ), damon also wasn’t the type to cast away an offer. more specifically, an offer from his mate, and she was right, of course. it’d be a bland world if everyone was to consistently resist temptation. so with a calloused hand raised to gently press against the small of her back, fingers gingerly tracing across her spine over top of the fabric barrier, the werewolf turned on the stool to face cleo a little more. “ guess it’d be pretty impossible not to, huh ? and good to know you’re not sick of this old mug yet, babe. ” his jest was amplified with a quick wink directed at her, before blue hues averted to the bartender approaching. “ i’ll have what she’s having ... maybe bring over a couple extra, too. ” tongue poked out to slowly drag across his bottom lip, free hand sneaking into his own pocket to fish out a money clip. without a word, he pulled a few bills from the fold and pushed them across the bar’s counter, toward the bartender, a sly smirk tugging up the corners of his mouth. “ if your plan’s to get me drunk, you’re goin’ down with me. ”
henry had still been questioning a potential suspect about the emerald witch disappearance when he heard a familiar voice on tv and turned around to see who it was, putting his notepack back in his jacket pocket as he sat down to look up at the tv. “already? damn, chief sure is fast.” he spoke to no one in particular as he looked over at the person sitting beside him. “what do you think about all of this?”
ever so slightly pointed ears perked at the other’s spoken thought, naturally nosy and equally as curious. her interest had already been bubbling over the news, so when he turned to ask her opinion, verona couldn’t help but to smile, dimples plunging against her cheeks. “ it’s crazy, isn’t it — what kind of lunatic steals a body ? like, straight up messed up. ” a soft southern twang was evident as she spoke, lifting a glass of amber liquid to her lips before pausing, “ if somebody went through all that trouble to take it, must be worth a lot of money. ” giving him a pointed look, she went on to take a drink, then gave a gentle shake of her head. “ but here i was, thinkin’ body snatchers were a thing of the past. ”
cleo embedded herself into the stiff bar stool, stretching her shoulders backward until she felt a pop in her lower back. angling her head to each side, she took in the peculiar sight of a mostly vacant bar, likely in it’s current state due to the presence of the sun outside. day drinking wasn’t a common practice for the werewolf, but the rumor was that this bar had perfected french fries, and she found it morally reprehensible to sit in a bar without a beer.
“heineken, bottle, please!” cleo called out to the lone bartender. bouncing her leg gently, cleo seized a few one-dollar bills from her pocket, depositing the cash to the surface before her. she resolved to get a buzz going before eating, as any pleasure-seeking person would do. the bottle appeared before her eyes, and cleo offered a friendly smile to the bartender, “keep the change.” positioning the cold rim of the bottle against her lips, cleo felt the warmth of a presence materializing in the stool beside her. with a swallow, cleo turned her head, “day drinking tempted you, too, huh?”
“ always does. ” after settling himself in the stool beside cleo, damon offered a defeated shrug, as if caught in some heinous act without explanation. truth be told, it was her scent that lured him inside the bar. of course, he’d been passing by with the intent of visiting a little after dusk settled over the city, but he was content with bending the rules of his own indulgences if it meant spending a some time with cleo outside of the pack. “ it’s just the giving in part’s what i’m usually good at holdin’ strong against, but ... ” giving a click of his tongue to emphasize his evident failure in resisting bad habits, blue hues finally lock gaze with the brunette and his lips stretch slightly to display a lopsided smile. “ here i am. ”
striding across the concrete, aleksandria’s heart thumped laboriously against her chest. her breaths became ragged and aleks could feel her ears increasingly becoming hot, the soles of her feet faintly aching. spotting a nearby bench, aleks took refuge, lounging against the rigid form. focusing on slowing her breathing, aleks felt her heartbeat decelerating steadily. a presence joined her on the bench, and aleks welcomed the appearance. in an attempt to socialize, aleks turned to the individual, “the news today sure sends you for a spin, huh? who steals a body?”
basketball had always been an essential means of relieving stress for nick, whether it be via an actual game or just hanging out, shooting some hoops. in this case, it was the latter of the two. dribbling the ball against the pavement, he’d just been heading back home when he stumbled across a familiar face. unless part of his close circle, nick would generally give a wave if spotted and keep on going. however, aleks was one of the few who’d been around during his lowest, and while it hadn’t been the most productive point of his life, he still appreciated some semblance of friendship they’d developed. “ some fucked up crypt keeper’s my guess. ” giving a shrug of his broad shoulders, the brunet lowered himself down beside her, balancing the basketball between his wrist and knee. “ or maybe a methhead trying to get out of debt. ”
“ hey , bub - i know , i’ll be home soon , ” she said , phone pressed to her ear with one hand while she balanced a box of cupcakes in one hand . “ sam , but cassie back on the phone - i love you too . cassie , hi ! ye - shit , ” she cried out , foot catching on a lift in the cement and causing her to lurch forward . her phone hit the ground with a crack , followed by the box of cupcakes hitting the ground and rolling out of the box . “ awesome , ” she groaned .
“ oh shit, ” he spoke under his breath, blue hues witnessing the split-second ordeal from afar. without a doubt, nick had recognized his sister’s voice, a plan of attack set in motion as he hauled ass between a brisk walk and a light jog in order to catch up with her. but with the cement stealing his element of surprise and her box of cupcakes, nick opted to do what little he could to salvage any unsoiled baked goods. “ alright, well, the good news is there’s a cupcake or two that might be passable. ” carefully picking up the box, and her phone, the brunet handed the device out for willow to take, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “ the bad news is you can’t multitask. ”
gabriela sipped on her coffee , brows furrowed in concern as she watched the news broadcasting on the tv in the cafe . a missing body , how does this just happen . “ this whole thing is so … wild , ” she said with a sigh , setting her cup down and brushing her long blue hair over her shoulder .
“ honestly. i mean, who would really want to steal a body ? that’s a little ... grotesque. ” the hint of a sneer caused the bridge of her nose to wrinkle slightly, brow narrowed at the very thought of literally carrying dead weight around. slim fingers gingerly toy with the straw of her iced coffee, while her chin found refuge in the opposite hand, elbows leaning against the table’s surface. “ i’ve heard of artnapping, but a body ? ridiculous. ”
hey all you cool cats and kittens ! it’s carole desi from big cat rescue and i’m here to deliver a tubular trio to this glorious group. i’ve been on the hunt for a solid supernatural rp for idk how long and i’m so stoked to find a home in bloodshq & begin writing / plotting with every single one of you ! admittedly, their backgrounds are pretty underwhelming because they’re all new muses ( lord help me ) and i’m still getting a feel for them, and i have just a few wanted connections up for grabs listed at the end of each of their blurbs, so if you see any that strike your interest please feel free to slide into my ims ( but i’m also super open to anything, so feel free to hit me with your ideas too ! ) & now without further ado, i give you DAMON BELMONT , NICHOLAS SPENCER & VERONA ADLER.
damon belmont has been seen walking the seattle streets. the werewolf has been in town for one week, and are known to be aloof but also very loyal. the thirty seven year old is the vice president of the mongrels motorcycle club. if you tilt your head and look at them in a certain light they might resemble charlie hunnam. their pronouns are he/him. damon’s werewolf gene is triggered.
statistics & connections
doesn’t know who his parents are / were. he was found abandoned in the woods of hayfork, california as a wee babe by a pair of hikers. tossed into the social system, he hopped from foster home to foster home, until finally sticking with a woman named delilah belmont, who eventually opted to adopt him.
she lived off the grid, in the backwoods, where she fended for herself by hunting for meat, growing her own produce, and even tended to livestock. damon thrived in this lifestyle, learning how to survive in the wilderness. he didn’t go to public school. instead, he was homeschooled by delilah, who taught him only what she valued to be of great importance. she wasn’t gonna raise no soft, yellowbelly who couldn’t fend for himself.
however, one day while out hunting, the two were attacked by a grizzly bear and it mauled delilah nearly to death before damon put a few rounds of bullets into it. there was no saving her, and she knew it. instead, she begged damon to end the pain. out of mercy, he killed her, and thus triggered the werewolf gene he didn’t even realize was in him. the confusion he had to deal with alone as a result was heartbreaking. he didn’t understand what he was, seeing himself as a monster whenever there was a full moon to unleash his inner beast. damon thought he was the only one of his kind, until he met a group of mysterious travelers.
the mongrels motorcycle club, what everyone assumed to be a band of criminals. damon first met them at a dive bar in town, where he’d been planning to drink himself into a stupor. they knew what he was immediately and offered him a home; a new family with them. while he had so many unanswered questions, the young werewolf also had nothing to lose, and so he joined the bloodmoon pack and never looked back.
the acceptance and relief from knowing he wasn’t an abomination was overwhelming. never did he think that he would develop such a strong bond with another person, let alone an entire pack of werewolves. the bloodmoon pack has been travelling just about everywhere, stopping in areas to rest before carrying on again, living as vagabonds, and picking up “strays” / other packless werewolves along the way. he’s been with the pack for sixteen years.
( more tba yikes )
wanted connections
bloodmoon pack / mongrels mc members. still need a president, sgt at arms, road captain, enforcer, chaplain, etc. info can be found on the wanted connections page on the main !
soulmate. listen, he’s been around the block and i think it’s safe to say he’d have found his mate by now asdjkhg. she could have already been with the pack when he joined, or joined after him at some point. completely open to plotting all the details. filled by cleo clarke
( more tba maybe sdjhfg )
nicholas “nick” spencer has lived in seattle for twelve years, and are known to be broody but also very altruistic. the twenty one year old human goes to school at seattle university. if you tilt your head and look at them in a certain light they might resemble finn cole. their pronouns are he/him. nick is unaware of the supernatural.
statistics & connections
born in los angeles, california to a pair of admirably gifted parents, nicholas spencer lived a fairly privileged first eight years of his life. his mother, a soap opera actress, and his father, a talented chef, gave both nick and his older sister a life full of love and luxury. yes, everything was absolutely perfect in their world. until it wasn’t.
at barely eight years old, nick was violently thrown along with his sister into one of the most traumatic experiences any child could go through; they lost their parents to a fatal car accident. being forced to move to seattle with his sister to live with their aunt, he didn’t fully understand what it meant; he couldn’t properly process what was going on. the pain of his loss was expressed more out of anger, feeling as though their parents abandoned them. and thus, nick’s out of control behavior was born.
suicide mention tw. he struggled in school. his emotions betrayed him. instead of relishing a happy childhood, nick found himself pushing everyone away, getting into fights, sneaking out late at night to run around the city with his friends and get into all sorts of trouble with them. he couldn’t count on his hands how many times the police picked him up and brought him to his aunt’s doorstep. it only got worse once one of his best friends was found dead, written off as a suicide, though it didn’t add up in nick’s eyes and seemed so much more sinister. the young man was nearly deemed to be a lost cause, until he discovered his passion for writing.
language arts or literature was the last thing anyone would ever think to group with nick spencer. he was quite eloquent, sure, but the one thing he always did was play basketball at one of the outdoor courts in seattle. anytime he needed to blow off steam, to contemplate life, or just to shoot hoops, you could always catch him at the court. but his english teacher noticed how well he could articulate his thoughts and feelings on paper, and submitted one of his pieces to a writing contest, which earned nick the win and three thousand dollars as a prize.
bewildered by a talent he hadn’t even realized was in him, nick embraced it. he started writing in a journal ( which he keeps safely tucked away beneath the mattress of his bed ), documenting every feeling and thought as a way to express his emotions in a more productive manner. this talent earned him a full ride scholarship to seattle university, where he’s now a literature major with plans of either becoming an author or perhaps an english teacher, to follow in the footsteps of his high school teacher who he came to idolize.
( more will be added later oop )
wanted connections
his three best friends ( see listed in wanted connections on the main ! )
someone he doesn’t see eye to eye with, maybe opposite in personality or morals. most likely someone he went to high school with or someone who also attends seattle university ( bonus points if they’re supernatural )
some bad folk he may have accidentally gotten mixed up with, either in the past or current ( or both sdfhkjg ). could literally be ANYTHING, maybe he saw something he shouldn’t have, maybe there’s some drug scandal he got mixed up in and now can’t get out of ??
more tba eventually !
verona adler has been seen walking the seattle streets. the fae has been in town for three years, and are known to be restive but also very fervent. the twenty four year old works as a bar & grill waitress. if you tilt your head and look at them in a certain light they might resemble dove cameron. their pronouns are she/her.
statistics & connections
oakdale, louisiana. born and bred. she was raised middle to two brothers, one older and one younger, but was the absolute apple of her mom and dad’s eye, being their only daughter. her family was reputable, as were the strawberry fields they owned. people from all over the state would pay a petty price to pick a few cartons full of the famously juicy adler strawberries.
at a very young age, verona had to learn how to better control her emotions, which is very difficult for a child to understand and do. she was known for glowing tantrums, and levitating when particularly elated over something. however, in due time, the young faerie learned to hide these paramount parts of herself from the world surrounding them, out of fear over the potential backlash of human ignorance.
she’s been very personable her entire life, much like a light in a dark room. excelling in school, she mastered both academics and the social aspect, she was on the school’s yearbook committee as well as the cheerleading squad, and played an active part in her community as best as she could, generally through volunteer work. a true southern belle, through and through.
however, verona was exhausted. she couldn’t stand pretending to be something she wasn’t; hiding her true colors from the world just because the world was deemed to be much too censorious when it came to being different. while she adored her family and friends, she wasn’t being true to herself which left her unhappy behind closed doors. so, at the age of twenty one, she found an ad in the paper for a roommate in seattle and the city was evidently huge in comparison to her small town. the thought of living somewhere that was hopefully more accepting was an absolute dream, so she packed her things and made the move.
she’s been living in seattle for three years now, working at the same bar & grill she started off with as a waitress and she loves it. she loves meeting people that come from all different walks of life, the mixture of humans and supernatural is perfect. though she’s still a little put out by hiding her true self, she enjoys being surrounded by a bigger populace of supernatural beings that she generally doesn’t have to hide around.
( more tba probably ... eventually )
wanted connections
exes / flings / one night stands. her friends calling her a slut is just teasing and gets a laugh out of her, a stranger calling her a slut will put vee in a full on rage, but all in all .... girl gets around. NOT because she’s a sex fiend, but because she loves the idea of being loved, and therefore looks for it in all the wrong places sdfahkfjg.
best friend ( supernatural only pls ! ). she needs someone she can fully open up to without worry of being judged, rant / vent to each other about all the shit in their lives, talk about things they wouldn’t normally be able to talk about in the public, etc. a good wholesome friendship.
someone she annoys / who annoys her / or both. girl is basically a constant ray of sunshine & agonizingly curious / nosy, and that probably presses at least one person. she can’t stand some who’s a grump without a cause & has an insatiable need to pick people apart in order to find out wtf happened to them / the reason why they are the way that they are.
maybe her brother(s) ? i mean, if anyone wanted to pick them up, they’re free to snag !!
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