Patch and Molly, the Vampire Bratovich
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Patch and Molly, the Vampire Bratovich
( they are biological sisters please god do not leave ship comments )
Vampires have been on my mind, so of course I had to make some new characters to express them. Meet Lionel and his daughter Patch. Lionel is the twin brother of Micael, they look fairly different due to both hibernating for different times. Patch has been going through her phase of figuring out her night form.
So vampire lore time! This is just for my own personal stories, I like messing with open ended monsters for my own fun. Vampires have two forms noted as their day and night form. The day form are their normal most used, this would also be noted as their human form. And the night form is a rarer and more beastly form, this is also called their beast form. Not every vampire has these two forms, plenty of turned vampires never hone their abilities well enough to transform, but also, the unlucky born might be born and stuck in their night form. Cursed vampires have no alter forms as they lack many of the other’s abilities. Might have skipped over some stuff, but have I tried!
H I M ! ! !
This is what it means to be a Bratovich:
Your uncle stares through liquor-dulled rheum and grins at you. He says it's time to show you how the Bratoviches get made; this is the first time you see the meat used for houndmaking. The meat screams and begs in its various cages. Your uncle says to pick one. He shows you how to shape the meat and bone. You stare into the hound's eyes and watch it cry. Uncle says he usually removes the ducts, but the big guy out in them fuckin Cawrpathians likes em to cry.
Ma passes down the sacred rule of hospitality. Three days, three nights. You give em bread and salt and meat and water. Make em at home and nevermind the way these folk stare at you with disgust. Third night, tell em they best be gone before the sun rises (if they're not one of the Dragon-Men, of course). You ask what happens to the visitor on the fourth morning and Ma just chuckles, says: "whatever we want t'happen, sweetpea."
There's some friends who only visit at night. You learn them by smell, by sight. Some of them don't ever seem to see you. Others turn your stalking into a game of predators. You always lose, but the leechwolf grins at you with glee anyway.
Your oldest sister puts a rifle in your hand. She ruffles your hair, calls you honeysuckle and bumblebee. She takes you out in the woods, the deep trails, and tells you to wait before she vanishes into the foliage. Not like you know why. Not at first. But soon enough, you learn. There's a group of campers, running and screaming, flushed towards you like them gamebirds you learned to shoot. So you take a breath in. Long. Deep. You pull the trigger. Fella up front jerks back, gasping, chest blown open by a round that fells deer. Don't need the meat alive, you suppose. Shame. That girl with the red hair is pretty as the sun.
The Dragon-Man is a woman, you learn. You must always please her. She opens your mouth and counts your teeth; she dictates additions to the family's diet. You see her three times before she takes you to bed on your eighteenth birthday; you call her Voivode. She lets you drink from her wrist the following night. You don't know what you've done to deserve the honor.
There's a wolf skin you carry like a war banner, stretched at the end of an iron spear you fashioned out of junk metal. You stroke the fur and smile fondly, remembering how the wolf tried to change and beg for its kin-lives once you filled it with silver buckshot.
The second wolf skin is nailed to a tree. You don't like to look at it. You remember, when you close your eyes, the look of agony as it spoke to you and said "We failed you, child."
Two things happen the summer Pa bites it: the Voivode takes one sister into the meat shed, and your kid sister is found naked, covered in blood, in the new moon night. Ma sends her off to some relatives down in N'Orleans. She never talks about Pa.
Maybe you should try to catch her a new man. You know where the bikers like to jump hills. Would be easy, and Ma would stop beatin your sister bloody.
#1 for all the kid characters! :D
Oh man, just for clarity, not adding babies(non mobile) or character over 13.
1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?
Florin: He can stay still for a bit but he will likely run off sooner than later. The only time he stays still for long amounts of time is when he’s following around Sage. Sage is the only person he’ll actually listen to absolutely, maybe also Elbert.
New: A polite kid, he will stay still when needed. He is a bit low energy but will just, wonder off.
Quilt: No, she cannot stay still, that is not in her abilities. It is currently her only goal to just get anywhere she can, which also includes ceilings. Nothing can contain this bug child.
Bah: Very chill, they’ll just sit there like a rock. Best behaved child despite being filled with fire.
Xaisy: Also chaos but she can somewhat fly. She is just a ferret with the mind of a three year old and will only listen to Anaster.(sorry Adien)
Jester: They are technically a child, they are also just feral. Can get distracted to stay still for a while, but if not they are everywhere.
Patch: Good in day form, she just is constantly around Lionel at all times, usually clinging to him in some manner. But in night form she is unstoppable.
Marble and Crane: Putting the crystals together because they are just a chaotic duo. They can be polite and stay still, but that is rare. Marble is the more hyper of the two, but that doesn’t mean Crane is not. Picking them up can subdue them for a bit.
Yael: She’s good and will stay still for some time. But she is prone to getting bursts of hyper activity and will not stay still at all during those times. If she’s been away from the sun too long she will slow down a lot.
And I think that’s all the kids minus The Grove kids as they are currently characterless.
Step Siblings AU | Patch & Paradise.
"Honestamente no tengo idea de lo que estás haciendo pero si necesitas ayuda, sólo pídela." Patch se cruzó de hombros al momento que observaba cómo su hermanastra intentaba arreglárselas con una maleta. El joven frunció los labios y se apoyó en el umbral de la puerta, observándola detenidamente. "Vamos a acampar, no a un hotel de cinco estrellas. No sé si te han avisado, pero de no ser así, yo lo hago ahora." Se encogió de hombros levemente mientras se erguía completamente y traspasaba todo su peso a una pierna. "Ay por Dios, muévete ya." Sentenció mientras ingresaba a la habitación de la chica y con cuidado pero con cierta agilidad, cerraba su maleta y la cargaba en sus brazos. "Vámonos ya, estamos atrasados. Dime que es una maleta nada más, no sé si cabrá otra más en el auto."
Text: Lucky, we need to talk soon.
Text: Okay then! Missing my face, huh? Just let me know when and where.
"Okay, listen. Believe it or not, this is more difficult to me that it is for you, so I would really appreciate if you stay quiet and shut that little mouth of yours. Please." Patch said in a serious tone while looking at the girl. "This is not that bad, alright? It's not like I'm gonna rape you or something. The plan is just keeping you here for a while so there's no need to panic. Thank you."