#hqbintro

[hesperides-archived]

case   file :   ᴅᴇʟ ʙᴏꜱqᴜᴇ ,   ᴄʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴅᴀ         “ 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝. ”

associations :  overflowing   porcelain   bathtubs.   wilting   roses.   dried   blood   under   fingernails.   black   and   white   grainy   films.   ruins   still   in   smoke.   withered   pages   of   dante’s   divine   comedy.   pomegranate   juice   between   sticky   fingers.   burning   citadels.   dead   moth   collections.   cloudy   nights   where   the   moon   barely   peeks   through.   thick   dense   forests.   oversized   suits.   low   hanging   fog   over   a   dead   meadow.

bce ,   ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴩᴀꜱᴛ ɪᴛꜱ ᴩʀɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɪɴ 𝚒'𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘

memoir :   born   in   a   village   where   womanhood   was   defined   by   having   a   voyeuristic   relationship   with   pain   ——   am   i   suffering   beautifully     ?     is   my   agony   lovable     ?     lived   too   long   as   a   carefully   constructed   performance   piece   to   those   who   saw   themselves   as   supeior   and   immortality   granted   a   ceasation   of   begging   to   be   believed,   recognized,   acknowledged.   she   may   have   burned   villages   to   the   ground,   drained   men   of   their   blood,   and   saw   to   the   ruin   of   empires   but   she   still   thinks   men   to   be   the   worst   monster   of   all.   centuries   have   not   granted   her   control   over   her   blood   lust   and   greed   for   power.   a   stubborn   refusal   to   be   tamed.

birthdate :   can’t   remember ,   has   long   since   stopped   celebrating   it

hometown :   a   village   she   can’t ,   nor   does   she   ever   want   to ,   remember

current   location :   london ,   england

languages   spoken :   plenty

distinguishing   features :   an   unassuming ,   innocent   face

physical   ailments :   n/a

neurological   conditions :   n/a

positive :   reticent ,   sibylline

negative :   parlous ,   amoral

fears :   completely   losing   their   humanity

aspirations :   to   make   a   mark   on   the   world   where   it   counts

likes :   milk   baths   with   orange   peels   and   flower   petals ,   overcast   skies ,   whiskey   and   coke ,   receiving   gifts   and   praise

dislikes :   sacrificing   fashion   for   warmth ,   proving   their   worth   to   people   who   don’t   matter ,   film   adaptations   of   books ,   being   underestimated

2019 ,   ᴀꜰꜰɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

one :   a   right   hand,   of   sorts.   maybe   she   turned   them,   maybe   they’re   a   whole   ‘nother   species,   who   knows     !     they   have   an   uneasy   relationship   where   your   muse   maybe   feels   taken   for   granted   and   to   an   extent,   cressida   does   take   advantage   of   their   loyalty   and   pushes   them   to   the   edge   a   whole   lot.   in   the   end   though   they’re   loyal   and   though   cressida   would   never   admit   it,   she   feels   forever   thankful   and   in   debt   to   them   for   all   they   do   for   her.

two :   an   enemy   forged   long   ago   in   the   early   eleventh   century.   i’m   thinking   something   like   lucien   and   klaus   in   the   originals   where   cressida   just   royally   fucked   them   over   and   left   them   to   essentially   be   tortured   and   maimed   to   the   brink   of   death.   now   that   time   has   passed   they’ve   come   back   to   cressida   posing   as   a   friendly   face   with   the   intention   of   killing   her.   fun   stuff     !

three :   not   enough   representation   of   women   going   feral   and   violent   my   dudes.   would   love   cressida   to   have   some   gal   pals   who   are   unapologetically   mad   and   ready   to   take   back   what’s   theirs.   where’s   my   medeas,   ophelias,   and   calypsos     !

four :   again   ..   anything   n   everything

[undcaddcvil-blog]

𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚗     𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝 !       is  that  KIERNAN BROOKS   ,        the    (    manipulative        )    ,    (        impulsive    )    but    (        adaptable    )    ,    (        charming    )    /        (    original  vampire    )        ??    (    he        )    could  pass      for  JOSEPH MORGAN    ,   if      they  were    (   thirty-three        )    years  old      and  been  alive  for    (        two thousand    )        years    .    supposedly    ,        they  work  as  a    (        ceo of their own law firm   )   .        

hey guys! my name’s maree and this is a baby of mine that i have wanted to play and explore for a while now so i am excited to bring him here and seeing how it goes! here are a few facts about him below for now! i would love to plot so if you want that as well, please hit the “ ♥” and i will message you!

( slight neglect tw, death mention tw )

he is an original vampire. before he was turned he lived with his parents, maternal aunt, and a younger sister he adored. his parents weren’t really the caring type and often presented themselves as uncaring or indifferent to their children. his aunt tried to spend as much time with him and his sister to make up for the lack of affection, but it was never really enough. 

as he grew up he became less and less inclined about expecting anything from his parents and had long since fell under the belief that something was wrong with him and grew angry with his parents for instilling in him that he was never good enough for them to care about. the only one that he cared about was his little sister.

that same little sister that he adored was killed when he and his sister were walking back home after going on a little trip. four men attacked them and kiernan fought them off hard to the best of his ability but he was overpowered by them and his sister suffered with her life for his mistakes, he blamed himself and even to an extent he still does, it is a very touchy subject for him. 

his sister’s death changed him and he learned to put up emotionless masks pretty quickly after that. he became even more uncaring then his parents, sarcastic even, and having no regard for anyone. when he was taken and forced to become an original vampire, he was not in the least bit grateful, he was angry even, but he buried it and was gleeful when the monarch was killed. 

fast forward to today’s time and kiernan is still his less than charming self and now running his own big law firm. he is sarcastic and blunt, likes to play games, and knows how to turn on the charm when and if he needs it. he has a bit of a vindictive and sadistic streak, but he manages. 

[whorriblc-blog]

𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝 !    is  that  OPAL  DELACROIX  ,    the    (    self  indulgent    )    ,    (    callous    )    but    (    persuasive    )    ,    (    resourceful    )    /    (    vampire    )    ??    (    she    )    could  pass  for  JESSICA  LOWNDES    ,   if  they  were    (   twenty - four    )    years  old  and  been  alive  for   (    one hundred and twenty    )    years    .    supposedly    ,    they  work  as  a    (    fashion designer    )    .    +    lenny    .

hey hey guys !!  i’m lenny, i’m 22 and imma try &  keep this as coherent as possible because it’’s past 2am and i’m a mess rn

meet my little baby vamp, opal delacroix

that is clearly a fake name. her surname is real, everything is not. she’s gotta keep changing bc vampire and all that jazz

she had like 8 sisters growing up, but she was considered the prettiest and most likely to marry - therefore favored by her parents

opal (then, pamela) was a very perceptive girl - she knew what people wanted of her, and she was happy to put on a show if it means she got what she wanted

anyways, the married life bored her rather quickly. her husband was a “Boring old man” who couldn’t possibly live up to her expectations.

that’s when she’s met this man - mysterious, tall, handsome and willing to give her something she desperately craved: eternal youth. if only she promised to be his for eternity.

she did, they ran off together after killing her husband and he married her soon after, and changed her on their wedding night.

literally after 4 days after a vampire, she made out with his sister and then skipped town. she had absolutely no intention of holding up her end of the bargain. she changed her name, and fled paris never to return... of course, she did return. eventually.

pamela went on to become angie, who went on to become opal.

OPAL, now more of a brand than a name in itself. self-made millionaire. the brilliant young designer who seemed to climb her way up from nowhere: from the fashion industry to the vampire council back in paris.

superficially charming - opal is a woman who’s willing to throw anyone under the bus so long as it pushes her forth. she’s incredibly pragmatic and hedonistic, and tends to falter between cold and charismatic

with so many with a vendetta against her, it was no wonder when her home was broken into and a creature nearly took her life - that made her recoil into this tiny little town, where she knew it’d be harder for whomever was after her to actually track her down

most nights, she stays at her own VIP corner of this quaint little club, with plenty of fresh meat for her to choose from

what else can i say hmm

she has a nasty habit of ditching her lovers w/o a single note. just vanishing into the fucking night

and also of eating her fans ??  you’ll hardly find opal without two of them in her arms. most of them don’t make it through the night. she will absolutely not think twice about draining someone if she’s feeling enthusiastic

will criticize your shoes

people sort of love her worldwide because she’s ‘oh so charismatic’ but people who actually know her are incredibly wary of her or at least suspicious about her motives

should 100% not be trusted

will probably hit on you at some point

she has rly nice hair come plot w me

[jackripner-blog]

𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝 ! is that JACK RIPNER , the ( manipulative ) , ( dogmatic ) but ( charming ) , ( intelligent ) / ( vampire ) ?? ( he ) could pass for IAN SOMERHALDER , if they were ( twenty-eight ) years old and been alive for ( four hundred and twenty ) years . supposedly , they work as a ( doctor ) . + lenny , 22 , brt , she/her .

i’m back at it again, and so help me god if i have to write this intro one more time. tumblr fucked me over 3 times, so dont mind me if i keep this super short.

anyways, about jack:

not necessarily the nicest, but jack is a very attentive doctor who’s highly respected in his profession

his name is 100% not jack oops

thinks naming himself “jack ripner” is quite funny since there are rumors, which he will neither confirm nor deny, he actually paid a london a visit back in the 800′s.

jack’s background is mostly unknown, and the only people who have gotten close enough to know it are the countess and his partner in crime.

in the underworld of supernatural he’s known as “the reaper” albeit not many people know of whose behind the identity. he’s an assassin/hitman, who you mostly pay when you want to get rid of someone - you get to dictate how much pain you want them to undergo, and once you hire him - that’s that. there’s no turning back.

jack’s story takes place roughly 400 years ago, back when he was all flesh and bone and bond by humanity, jack - then alexander,  was a farm boy who couldn’t stand farming, a son who couldn’t stand his parents and an overall apathetic person who was far more interested in the unknown than the day-to-day. he’d been the son of a blacksmith and a woman whose name history has long forgotten - as did he, by now. its relevance has long lost meaning. life continued on, much to his dismay, dull and senseless, until one day he was given a job.  an opportunity, one might call it - to poison an infamous woman in exchange of riches and a title.

albeit he felt no particular way about the woman and had no real desire to see her dead, his youngest sister dying of smallpox was certainly a driving factor that led him to accept the offer so quickly. he, now in fancy clothes and extensive knowledge, was able to mingle with ease by the higher circles, and his looks certainly helped when it came down to capturing the woman’s attention.

nu the time he arrived at the woman’s chambers, malia (his sister) had long succumbed to her illness - unbeknownst to him, and this mission had been rendered a waste of time. but as clueless men will do, he mixed the contents of his ring into the wine, and the countess took a sip.

but she didn’t fall - all she did was smile,  or rather - did something with her mouth that should resemble a smile. calmly then, she made him a counter offer: pledge his loyalty to her and bend the knee, agreeing to join her army for however long she desired, or join the pile of bones rotting away in the dungeon.

not so much out of fear, but sheer curiosity, he accepted the offer, but insisted on seeing his sister one last time before letting the memories of his life be forgotten. she allowed him, and with her consent, he burned the body of his sister that night, and watched her fly to the skies in brazing gold and red, not to be seen again.

he joined the countess army of undead and embraced his new purpose, leaving all that he once was behind. he became a ravenous soldier, undefeated in the battlefield, and ruthless.  responsible for the death of entire villages and entire armies, until one by one, his fellow soldiers fell and the modern days started to set.   when she no longer needed him, he ventured into the world - learning to play a vast variety of instruments, reading countless books and absorbing all he could.

when he became a doctor - it was not without ulterior motives. and it both infuriated him and amazed him how what once was responsible for ripping his last (and perhaps only) shred of humanity, could not so easily be extinguished. 

but it was more than that - you see...   jack - or rather, the reaper, is a bit of a collector: but not of rocks or coins or anything as futile as that, but limbs. more specifically: ones who belong to young women, more often human, and being able to examine them up close and select from a wide range of prey certainly influenced his career choice.

he’s sadistic - to say the least, and arguably without empty, though it does seem to some degree jack is capable of loyalty as even today, centuries later, after the countess army was dissipated, he still remains a loyal hound, at her back and call.

he’s extremely dangerous, and despite his composed appearance can be impulsive if you know which buttons to push.

he likes to toy with his preys, and his friends, and most people in his life. his smile doesn’t mean much, and his words can sometime mean even less.

[wolvrun-blog]

𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝 !   is  that  harlow everleigh moore   ,    the    (    self - destructive    )    ,    (    stubborn  )    but    (    loyal   )    ,    (    courageous   )    /    (    werewolf / vampire hybrid    )    ??    (    she / her   )    could  pass  for  alycia debnam - carrey   ,   if  they  were    (    twenty - three   )    years  old  and  been  alive  for    (    twenty - four    )    years    .    supposedly    ,    they  work  as  a    (   graphic design artist .    )  

howdy ! it’s me parker ( @observynt ) back w/ a new muse !   under the cut you’ll find some info about my precious babe harlow ! she’s new to me so i’m really excited to figure her out ! if you’d like to plot pls like  this post && i’ll hit u up when i get a chance ! 

GENERAL   , 

NAME.    harlow everleigh moore . NICKNAME.    harley , eve , AGE.    23 .  / 24. BIRTHDATE.    december   23 ,   1996 .     ORIENTATION.   pansexual ,   with   a   preference  for  women.   OCCUPATION.     graphic design artist ,

PERSONALITY  ,

POSITIVE TRAITS.    honest , loyal , respectful , compassionate , courageous , honorable , intelligent .  NEGATIVE TRAITS.      self - destructive , impulsive ,   stubborn ,   forgetful ,   nervous , easily - distracted.  BAD HABITS.   she'll chew her lips && fingers until they're utterly raw. she also has a horrid habit of tugging at her hair when nervous / anxious . definitely quite forgetful & will forget important things more often than not . 

OVERVIEW , 

harlow's mother came from a long line of self - absorbed werewolves. they loved everything about the power that being a wolf held. their family often killed in their early teens , eager to inherit their abilities as soon as possible. 

her mother, eden, was different though. she hated everything about being a werewolf. she, like many of her family, triggered her gene early on in life. though, she found herself regretting it almost immediately. she didn't like the new-found abilities, or the once a month turns. 

she never intended to have kids. but a one night stand led to the birth of harlow. she completely pulled away from her family. moving all the way across the country. she didn't want her child to be raised the way she had been && knew that if she stayed at home that she'd have no choice. 

so harlow's normal childhood began. 

her mother struggled. when they moved, they had nothing. she worked her fucking ass off to build them a life worth living. sure , it was hard. a struggle till the end . 

but it was worth it. by the time harlow was ten , her mother had found them stable living. had a good job, and harlow had a good life. 

her childhood was good. her mother? good. 

she loved every second. that is, until she began to grow up and began to ask questions her mother didn't want to answer. 

like, " why do we not have any family , mom? " and where eden's parents were. finally, her mother admitted that they lived across the country. but she hadn't talked to them in years. 

the questions continued well into her teens , finally coaxing enough information out that she could search for them. 

the searches were small at first . hesitant google searches that she would quickly erase from her browser history. 

with facebook growing in popularity, she tried it. 

just one small search and there she was. her grandmother, eleanor. 

she erased all evidence of her search quickly and refused to even think about it again. months passed before she searched it again . this time, during a fight with her mother. 

one quick message ruined everything that her mother had built for them. 

her mother's family quickly appeared. insisting they came home. she never told her mother that it was her that told them where they lived, or that she even knew who they were when they showed up at the door. 

her mother had no way to turn them down, and so … they were forced to move all the way back across the country. this quickly introduced harlow to the genes that lay dormant inside of her. but like her mother, she had no interest in killing or being one of them. so instead of following the ritual, which all of her cousins had followed way earlier in their lives, she refused. 

her mother's family didn't take too kindly to this, and insisted that she had no other choice. they wouldn't live with a coward.

and so, six months before her eighteenth birthday, harlow made her first kill. 

after that, she fell into a deep depression. one only soothed by her mother. who was kept quite busy. forced to fall back into line in their family, she had no choice but to follow orders. 

secretly, they planned another escape. they were both miserable. 

four days before harlow turned eighteen, they ran. it didn't work out, of course. nothing in these kinds of stories works out. her mother was caught, but somehow harlow wasn't. she ran. and ran. and ran. terrified to even think about what they had done to her mother, she ran until she couldn't anymore. 

she spent her birthday cold & alone. terrified that her mother was injured. or you know, even dead. 

she found her way to illinois & into the pack there. 

she had no idea how to live her life as a werewolf. not really, so the newly turned wolf settled into the pack. trying to grasp some semblance of normal. 

everything grew to be normal. sure , she turned into a wolf every full moon. most of her friends were werewolves… but she'd finally started making money doing what she loved: graphic design. 

and then it happened — they were turned. the entire illinois pack were turned into an experimental crossbreed. hybrids. 

she had no idea what had happened, really. but she was fascinated by amara and the entire situation. 

she enjoyed the newfound freedom that this brought. the ability to turn on will, rather than being forced to once a month opened up so many amazing opportunities for her and while she wasn't sure what she thought of the rest of it. this was a true perk. 

this is how she ended up here — having followed her pack to london. where the growing number of supernaturals  seemed to flourish. she was fascinated by the ever - evolving community and even enjoyed the move. 

though she still doesn't know what happened to her mother, she's grateful to be as far away from her mother's family as she can possibly get. 

[hesperides-archived]

case   file :   ʀyʟᴇ ,   ʟᴜᴄɪᴀɴ          " 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛. "

associations :   violet   ringed   eyes   heavy   with   lethargy.   the   acute   stillness   before   a   thunderstorm.   creaking   hardwood   floors.   deer   skulls   in   an   equally   dead   forest.   cheshire   smiles   a   tad   too   wide   to   be   benevolent.   the   clink   of   a   signet   ring   against   expensive   glass.   blackouts   with   missing   time   and   bloodied   hands.   remorseless   actions.   the   swift   flow   of   a   river   at   night.

1839 ,   ᴇɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗

memoir :   a   mother   and   father   that   drank   too   much   and   an   older   brother   who   knew   too   much.   uttered   threats   meant   the   boy   just   had   to   go   ——   the   bottom   of   the   river   welcomed   his   body   nicely.   when   disease   took   the   rest   of   the   ryle   clan   he   can’t   say   he   felt   too   much   grief   but   he   was   good   at   pretending   and   even   better   at   disappearing   when   people   talked   too   much.   been   here   and   there   but   never   long   enough   to   call   any   place   home.   his   wickedness   attracted   the   attention   of   somebody   just   as   with   the   self   serving   idea   of   using   him   as   a   guard   dog,   of   sorts.   he   obliged,   though   it’s   not   like   he   could’ve   said   no   to   begin   with.   all   river   water   and   ash.

birthdate :   oct   27

hometown :   nottingham ,   england

current   location :   london ,   england

languages   spoken :   english ,   french ,   italian

distinguishing   features :   fivehead   a   gentle   smile   during   tragedy   and   chaos

physical   ailments :   n/a

neurological   conditions :   undioagnosed   psychosis

positive :   sycophantic ,   adamantine

negative :   scelestic ,   choleric

fears :   forever   being   a   monster   of   his   own   making

aspirations :   raise   a   family   free   from   the   cruelty   of   the   world

likes :   orange   pulp   ( eugh ... ) ,   70s   and   80s   music ,   ice   baths ,   static   white   noise

dislikes :   religion ,   being   threatened   or   challenged ,   sleeping   with   socks   on ,   owing   a   debt

2019 ,   ᴀꜰꜰɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

one :   the   vampire   that   turned   him.   they   saw   his   cruelty   and   sought   to   exploit   it   for   their   own   gain.   they   lured   him   in   with   the   appeal   of   power   so   long   as   he   stood   by   their   side.   an   unrequited   romance   perhaps   with   lucian   tied   around   their   finger   and   at   their   beck   and   call   until   maybe   they   found   somebody   else   to   string   along   and   lucian   was   kicked   to   the   curb.   idk     !     am   ready   to   go   buckwild   regardless.

two :   older   brother   who   turns   out   wasn’t   so   dead   afterall     ?     maybe   the   almost   drowning   damaged   their   memory   and   they   have   no   recollection   of   lucian ,   maybe   they   spent   the   better   part   of   their   years   plotting   to   kill   lucian   in   return ,   who   knows     !     possibilities   are   endless     !

three :   a   good   moral   compass   to   steer   him   away   from   his   more   darker   impusles.   probably   the   number   one   lucian   apologist   but   it   comes   with   the   territory.   lucian   considers   them   the   first   real   family   he’s   ever   had   and   is   fiercely   protective   of   them   swearing   to   kill   anybody   who   even   threatens   to   harm   them.

four :   honestly   anything   n   everything

[hesperides-archived]

case   file :   ꜱᴀɴɴᴀ ,   ʟᴇᴏᴩᴏʟᴅ        “ 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝. ”

associations :   the   billow   of   wind   on   a   hot   night.   wild   dogs   running   around   a   ghost   town.   filled   bathtubs   diluted   with   blood.   the   clink   of   a   zippo   lighter   closing.   motel   rooms   with   the   hum   of   air   conditioning   and   static   from   a   broken   tv.   abandoned   wood   architecture   in   flames.   parking   lots   damp   with   the   night’s   condensation.   telephone   wires   along   a   stretch   of   lonely   road.   trampled   fields   of   crop.   the   sting   of   tears   that   refuse   to   be   shed.   burnt   and   broken   holy   cross   necklaces.

1179 ,   ꜰʀᴀɴᴄᴇ 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎

memoir :   idle   worship ,   false   prophets ,   and   wicked   tongues.   a   community   that   taught   a   love   and   fear   of   god   above   all   else   and   considered   more   to   be   sinful   than   not.   he   planned   to   break   free ,   he   really   did   ——   until   he   didn’t.   to   be   young   and   in   love :   shame     !     one   purification   ritual   later   and   the   village   is   dead ,   in   flames ,   and   he   might   as   well   be   too.   walking   bones ,   the   skeleton   of   a   man   that   once   lived.   faithless   and   baptized   in   sacrilege.

birthdate :   nov   26

hometown :   southern   region   of   france

current   location :   london ,   england

languages   spoken :   french ,   latin ,   english

distinguishing   features :   scars   that   never   quite   healed   when   he   changed

physical   ailments :   n/a

neurological   conditions :   n/a

positive :   iconoclastic ,   pragmatic

negative :   perfidious ,   unscrupulous

fears :   what   people   will   justify   in   the   name   of   god

aspirations :   none   really ,   life   is   just   exhausting

likes :   romanticisim  art   ( especially   goya’s   later   works ) ,   cheap   beer ,   feeling   in   control ,   thunderstorms

dislikes :   questioning   his   own   mortality ,   crowded   spaces ,   having   his   picture   taken ,   dark   chocolate

2019 ,   ᴀꜰꜰɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

one :   the   long   thought   to   be   dead   love   of   his   life     !     they   were   sneaking   around   in   secret   and   planning   to   run   away   with   their   unborn   child   but   then   disaster   strikes   in   the   form   of   an   abusive   father   who   supposedly   kills   your   muse   and   frames   leo   for   the   murder.   they   haven’t   seen   each   other   since   and   lived   their   lives   assuming   the   other   was   dead.

two :   kinda   like   titanic’s   jack   n   rose   where   your   muse   is   maybe   of   a   high   social   class   standing   and   leo   befriends   them   and   shows   them   the   other   side   of   the   tracks.   he   drags   them   along   to   some   places   they   definitely   wouldn’t   have   gone   to   otherwise   and   shows   them   how   to   let   loose   n   have   fun     !

three :   my   brain   is   fried   please   jus   know   i   am   open   to   anything   n   everything

[shadcwsborn]

𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝 !   is  that   GRAYSON DECKER     ,    the    (    guarded    )    ,    (    apprehensive    )    but    (    candid    )    ,    (    resilient    )    /    (    werewolf    )    ??    (    he/him    )    could  pass  for  PAUL WESLEY    ,   if  they  were    (   thirty six    )    years  old  and  been  alive  for    (    thirty six    )    years    .    supposedly    ,    they  work  as  a    (    bartender    )    .  

BACKGROUND

grayson was born and raised in london by richard decker && nancy sinclair!! his parents were in a loving, albeit sometimes strained relationship but they never married. his father was human and his mother an untriggered werewolf ( she would swear it was a miracle she hadn’t triggered her curse given how vexing his father always was )

he idolised his father growing up, the man could do no wrong in his eyes. which was why grayson was left heartbroken when their house was raided by police when he was around twelve / thirteen years old && his father was arrested.

that was the night grayson learned his father wasn’t the hero he thought him to be, but instead a common crook who had been running low-level cons his entire life.

his father was tossed behind bars, leaving it up to grayson’s mother to support their family on a minimum wage waitressing job. it barely paid enough to keep a roof over their head, and sometimes his mother would skip meals so he could eat.

grayson started to feel like a burden on his mother, she was growing thinner and more exhausted by the day. 

it was around the time grayson had turned seventeen that he followed his fathers footsteps and started committing petty theft ( stealing a man’s expensive watch from his wrist on the underground, lifting a woman’s purse from her handbag as he bumped into her ) to lift some of the burden off of his mothers shoulders and start pulling his weight for their survival.

petty theft quickly turned into boosting cars, he was already familiar around a vehicle after working the odd summer job at a mechanic shop in his earlier teen years. so, hot wiring cars was no problem for him. 

it wasn’t long after he started boosting cars that he fell in with a street gang, who operated in boosting and fencing cars for a living.

finally things were starting to look up for him and his mother, and for a couple of years they did. grayson would boost cars for a local crook who would pay him more for one car than his mother would earn in a month. he kept it a secret from her, of course. she was heartbroken after his father was arrested, he didn’t want her to worry about that happening to him every time he left the house.

history finally repeated itself when grayson was around twenty two years old, he was arrested after being caught red handed attempting to fence one of the cars he had stolen and was tossed into a cell. the man he worked for visited him the next day, with an offer he couldn’t refuse — if he kept quiet, didn’t roll on him and took the fall for everything they had on him then he would see to it that his mother was well looked after. it was all grayson had ever wanted, so of course he agreed.

grayson was sentenced to several years in prison, which he served happily under the understanding that his mother was being taken care of. it was only once he was released from prison that he learned the bastard who had let him rot in a cell for ten years had broken his promise and not only had he not taken care of her financially but he had put a hit out on her. 

his mother had died because she learned the truth of grayson’s arrangement with the crook, and she was going to expose him to barter for her son’s early release from prison but died before she could gather enough proof against him.

his mothers death sent grayson off into a spiral, the man who had become like a surrogate father had betrayed him. grief stricken and furious, grayson confronted the man which ended with grayson beating him to death and triggering his werewolf curse. he knew what he risked doing with every punch, but he didn’t care. let the beast out. he didn’t care about his humanity anymore. he wanted to rip that bastard to shreds, fangs and claws would only be an advantage.

after losing his temper and triggering his curse, grayson struggled to control his werewolf abilities and his first full moon was excruciating. his mother had warned him about the agony of his bones breaking, shifting from inside of him. he just didn’t know how visceral it would all feel.

every time he shifted, he felt lighter; unburdened by his mistakes, betrayals and losses that he didn’t shift back into a human for six months, when he was found by the avery pack and recruited amongst their ranks. 

his time with the pack was short lived, pack hierarchy made his skin prickle and after the betrayal of his former boss he struggled to trust and bow to his alpha. the final straw for grayson was when the pack descended into chaos, and his alpha was challenged for the pack by his own brother.

grayson walked away shortly after ares claimed the pack for himself, not out of loyalty to apollo but out of loyalty to himself. 

he found himself a shitty apartment, with a job at an even shittier bar but it was enough to support himself and put a roof over his head. after everything, it was better than nothing.

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WANTED CONNECTIONS 

this will be updated once my brain isn’t fried and i’ve had some time to think a little more on the kinda connections i want for him!!