𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴. ( colin ford / demi man / they+he ) in the darkness of night, under a starless sky, i’ve heard DMITRI MACMILLAN humming a familiar song, there’s still a light in the house by valley. the twenty-two year old human has called marais their home for three months, working as an ENGLISH TEACHER at MARAIS HIGH SCHOOL. their tired eyes and persistent eye bags ; walking home alone through dimly lit streets with the muffled sounds of a party at your back ; chewing on pen caps and the smell of coffee at midnight ; missing someone you weren’t that close with ; well-kept photographs in wallets & worn-out watches on wrists won’t save them from the supernatural if it ever came down to a war.
the speed at which i wrote their shit bc i accidentally started liking them... anyway —
TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR : mentions of death .
biography , with stats ! / playlist / pinterest .
as we know , definitely did not know who his father was . and definitely never asked — he’s gotten the impression that his mom was a lot more secretive & closed off than most moms , so he didn’t pry .
there was a closeness between them , but it seemed warped with … some resentment — but they had never been given a reason that it was towards him … so , weird ...
one time , they’d snooped around in their mom’s stuff … it was an accident — that thing where you bump into a stack of stuff , trying to find your missing earbud , and then BAM ! there it was … some sort of truth staring back at you .
he promised himself , and his mom silently , that he wouldn’t look into it . like , why would he ? and get her more stressed than she already was ?? plus , why on god’s green earth would they EVER try to find someone who clearly didn’t want them ? he was fine — he and his mom , all by themselves , were more than fine . he didn’t need closure ; he needed a future , and searching for some deadbeat dad is not going to lead to a promising one .
so he never looked into it . they lived their lives in peace ; they moved once or twice , mom married a pretty decent guy , he leaves for oxford with 2 younger step-siblings begging him to take them with him . he doesn’t worry ; there is no need .
but coming home for christmas during his sophomore year , they notice it : the hyper vigilance . new gates , new locks , a security camera at the front door , the bag of passports & IDs in a clear , quick reach .
“what’s going on?” they ask . his step-dad tries not to look concerned , but he’s a bad actor : “your mom’s idea. just in case…”
one thing that he regrets is not prying any more before the worst came . he shouldn’t have left ; maybe if they’d stayed , they would’ve been better prepared . or something .
because after that… well… she died .
dmitri didn’t have much , and he and his mom weren’t really that close despite being on their own for a while — but she was his mom . in the same way that his father didn’t want to stay and made sure of it , his mother didn’t want to but made sure stay anyway — and a little more . dmitri didn’t have much , but they were supposed to have his mom forever .
if it had been a natural death , then it would’ve been fine . he wishes that it was a natural death ; but they know what they saw , and it’s not going to be leaving him any time soon . walking into the house , exhausted from the plane ride home , expecting to greet his mother with a forced smile and a casual hug — instead , only two of those things happened .
he didn’t know what it was , just what it did to her . when he explains this to someone who names it ghoul , they tell him how lucky he was that he’d walked in the middle of its feast rather than after . dmitri tells them that he wishes that his mom was just as lucky as the rest of the family , not being home at the time . he wishes that his mom had driven daisy to soccer practice , had went to the doctor’s with donny .
as a promise to the deceased & the step-father , they finish university before leaving to find the other . they have something to do with it , surely , because didn’t they have EVERYTHING to do with dmitri’s life ? in a fit of anger , desperation at its core , dmitri leaves to find them — but not for answers or to find himself a scapegoat , but for an apology . at the end of the day , he wants a damn apology . for everything ; and then , and then he’ll go on his way .
except now that they’re here … it’s such a dumb idea , he knows — but on the off chance that it exists … what if there was a way to bring his mom back ?
fun , extra stuff !
smart boy . went to oxford for undergrad .
not so smart to realize that there is definitely no way he can get his mom back after getting eaten <3
but like , that’s the problem — he doesn’t know shit abt this stuff <3
the cool & chill but responsible teacher in high school who lets u watch youtube videos if u finish the lesson early , lets u eat snacks but only if u clean up after urself , bumped ur grade up 1% when u were 0.02% away , lets u crash his classroom if u need but didn't let u get away with silly , disruptive shit .
that said , he still has that absurdist , gen z humour . definitely on tik tok .
got lost twice on his way home from work & hasn't trusted this town since ...
nah , that's a joke BUT they can't not point out the fact that they're creeped out 24/7 while here ...
the mom friend : he's always the only one with a car , makes the reservations , buys or makes everything , almost always the designated driver . literally more than ready to raise a kid of his own — dw , he won’t ... unless.... ? no , i’m kidding —
wanted connections !
he’s been here for three months — give him friends !
people who showed him around town for the first time , stopped him from entering a space where they’d DEFINITELY gotten their ass kicked ...
OR on the other hand , consistently trying to get him in trouble !! yea, yea, he’s responsible — but not when he’s tired !
That One Toxic Friend — but supernatural . feeds them sketchy information about things , leaves them to their devices when it’s clearly something that he has NO CLUE about ; clearly taking advantage of his false hope of seeing his mom again , like , it’s all here ! just a really Bad Friend™ but with the secret agenda of wanting this Human Soul™ for themselves , idk . i mean , they’d probably get their ass kicked by their dad & uncle , but go off , it’d b funny .
get this dude a s/o — it’ll b cute , i swear . terribly , terribly needs to move on from the ex s/o who he was dating at the time of his mom’s death , so like ...
idk what else but u can totally hmu for anything <3
𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴. ( laura harrier / cisfem / she/her ) in the darkness of night, under a starless sky, i’ve heard CELESTE ABERNATHY humming a familiar song, hard place by h.e.r. the twenty-eight + resembled twenty eight year old changeling has called marais their home for one year, working as a board member at marais general hospital. their closet stuffed with designer clothing, a turquoise 1959 chevy corvette, & empty crystal champagne flutes won’t save them from the supernatural if it ever came down to a war.
celeste is a changeling born in springfield, missouri.
the basics
zodiac: virgo
sexuality: bisexual
mbti: infp
hogwarts house: hufflepuff
celeste arrived in springfield, missouri to a single mother who could not afford to keep her. she was passed off to the original child’s father, a wealthy business man in new york city, who wanted nothing to do with her in the first place.
the human child she replaced was born out of wedlock, during an extramarital affair. unfortunately for celeste, she was placed into this dumpster fire of a life.
her father resented her most of her life, which lead to a tumultuous home life.
celeste acted out from ages 3-15, often feeling alienated from her family, as if she was a guest in her own house at all times. she hoped her behavior would garner her father’s attention but he always pushed her aside
celeste’s grandmother was her saving grace. she would always dress her up, take her to meals and give her special attention. she loved celeste despite her impurities (the scarring on her legs, branched out like tree limbs. the telltale sign of her faerie origin).
when she was 15 she was sent to boarding school where she met the man who would eventually be her husband
they married when she was 18, and her grandmother funded the extravagant wedding.
the marriage fizzled out before she even turned 20, and her grandmother passed just a few short months later.
celeste was given her grandmother’s cottage in marais, and she moved there officially when she was 26, looking to sink her roots into a more stable life.
she spent her mid-twenties in the peace corps and also received her bachelor’s degree in sociology.
now, she helps the marais hospital board raise money and allocate funds to certain areas of need.
she no longer speaks to her father, half-siblings, or step mother, but still has access to money from them. she would one day like to cut them off for good.
celeste also never heard from the mother who gave her away, but she feels no connection to her after learning of her changeling origins.
personality
celeste is kind, pensive, and reserved. she loves helping others but loathes meeting new people.
she is, just recently, getting in touch with her faerie roots, and embracing her differences.
she enjoys learning more about the faerie lore, and when she’s not doing her soul-searching, she creates pottery & clay jewelry.
wanted connections
romantic interests: celeste hasn’t been in a relationship since her divorce, but it’d be nice if she found one or two individuals who have at least, piqued her interest.
confidants: celeste is very maternal, she loves taking people under her wing and caring for them. she needs people she can dote on and support, emotionally.
ships passing in the night: someone she runs into every now and again, maybe they’ve connected but never exchanged personal information. platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter to me.
idk my brain is dead, feel free to make suggestions too!
𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴.. ( lee dongwook / demi-male / he/they ) in the darkness of night, under a starless sky, i’ve heard ELIJAH OH ╱ RAMIEL humming a familiar song, hearing damage by thom yorke. the ancient thirty-five year old demon ( prince of hell ) has called marais their home for a few weeks, working as a NEUROSURGEON at MARAIS GENERAL HOSPITAL. their igniting candles with the flick of a lithe finger, eye contact prompting goosebumps, sealed jars brimmed with limbs, the tilted head of a person not understanding the joke, a sense of being watched won’t save them from the supernatural if it ever came down to a war.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.
NAME, ramiel .
VESSEL ALIAS, jaehyun 'elijah' oh .
AGE, thirty five ( physical ) , eternal .
SEX, demi-male ( he ╱ they ) .
ORIENTATION, yeah .
SPECIES, demon .
OCCUPATION, neurosurgeon @ marais general hospital .
PETS, one corgi ( lulu ) ; border collie ( annie ) . came with the elijah vessel .
APPEARANCE, hairstyle ; pale, gossamer skin-tone ; 187 cm ; several body scars.
bred to hate, unable to find a reason your creator would drag you into this unforsaken place. no childhood's hour, no teenage angst, just war. you'll be my best soldier, they say. and you are, it comes naturally as a prince of hell. you don't even have to try. you are a true personification of the most immortal acts one can commit. of course, you're not complaining. you brim with pleasure at each scream you cause, their gritted teeth nothing more than a sign you're doing something right. sometime during the 14th century, you become blasé. torture doesn't excite you as much as it used to, you start dreading your upcoming shifts. so, you abdicate yourself.
your first order of business on earth would've made your creator proud ( old habits die hard , after all ). you found the supernaturally criminal enterprise through little birds, it didn't take long for you to cut through the ranks and execute the leader, a century-or-so year old vampire, and take over. being the boss man actually felt like a liberating win when you'd been a deputy your whole life. training other creatures of the night as assassins for your own profit was nothing more than a hobby for you, and it was an entertaining one, but one pesky toy singlehandedly destroyed the organization. you quickly fled without one look back.
although many imagine demons to appear as red-horned devil, your true form is a simple coal black smoke. you've experienced so many faces in your lifetime. when you find a man by the name of elijah oh, he's pure perfection. a loner ; lacking friends, a spouse, and no family left in the united states. the dogs were a hidden bonus. the man had a deliciously mundane lifestyle. he was too much of a workaholic to do anything other than drink coffee by the gallon and spend his nights drowning in paperwork. his hidden journals, laced with his darkest macabre thoughts, was the cherry on top. he's quite the weirdo, as well. you've used him as a vessel for the past five years, uprooting him from city to city until you feel you've successfully made your mark.
your arrival to a small town named marais comes with a catch. rumours have spread of some sort of cure for the supernatural ━ a chance to live life as a human. you question, why anyone would ever want to do that. no, your interest in this supposed cure is much more on the make. although you're well aware of the pretty penny that could could get you, you crave the power that comes with having something that nobody else has, and everybody wants.
𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴. ( male / he/him ) in the darkness of night, under a starless sky, i’ve heard adam bauer humming a familiar song, enjoy the silence by depeche mode. the twenty-nine year old werewolf has called marais their home for four years, working as a bartender at crescent. their soulless eyes, long drives to nowhere in particular, chain-smoking through a sleepless night & giving off the impression you’ve never told a joke in your life won’t save them from the supernatural if it ever came down to a war.
𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴. ( rowoon / cismale / he/him ) in the darkness of night, under a starless sky, i’ve heard JUNG TAEJOON humming a familiar song, enjoy the silence by depeche mode. the two hundered & forty seven years old + twenty five year old demon has called marais their home for two months, working as an AUTOPSY TECHNICIAN at THE MARAIS GENERAL HOSPITAL. their mud caked soccer cleats, flickering fluorescent lights, & worn passport with diverse stamps won’t save them from the supernatural if it ever came down to a war.
tw: mental illness mention
taejoon is a demon, first adopting his human form in daegu, south korea.
the basics
zodiac: aquarius
sexuality: bisexual
mbti: estj
hogwarts house: slytherin
taejoon is your typical, hellfire born demon. he is a bit cynical & dark-humored but he’s adopted all sorts of human pleasures that have softened him over the years.
he adapts very himbo-esque qualities, he’s a bit clumsy and unaware of his surroundings.
he has lived all over the world throughout his time on earth, but has settled in the united states after developing an affinity for sexual fluidity in western culture.
he plays soccer in his free time, uses oil paints, attends night clubs, and spends time with calcifer, his black cat, whenever he can.
taejoon chose the role of autopsy techninican when he realized his numbness to the mutilated human form was useful in society.
he’s obtained a great amount of wealth overtime, but he continues to work as a hobby.
he’s very sexually active but he’s been bored with his own promiscuity... (eyes emoji)
personality
taejoon uses humor and charm to mask the pain he faced throughout his time in hell. he’s never fully confronted his own personal demons (pun intended, cant resist) and he wants, desperately, to forget where he came from and what happened to him.
he fixates on his career, his soccer hobby, and his sexual relationships to avoid any actual trains of thought of his past.
unfortunately, it’s coming back to bite him. he’s experienced a few episodes of blackouts. his body collapses underneath him and he goes completely unconscious
testing has ruled out a weak heart or other illnesses, and his webmd sleuthing has guided him back to PTSD.
unfortunately, he’s stubborn and he chooses to ignore this self diagnosis, thus making his blackout spells worse and more frequent.
wanted connections
fwb: any amount, any gender, he’s not picky.
former flings: romantic or sexual, preferably someone he may have met in past decades or in another part of the world
co-workers: someone he can bother about the hospital soccer league........ or bother in general
enemies made over time: lets get creative, did they almost kill each other? is there sexual tension? why do they hate each other ??
“friendships”: he doesnt have a lot of these... hes an idiot and cannot keep up with friendships but if anyone wants to put up with him....
