’ ⁎ —◞ Is that Melissa Benoist lurking around New Orleans? No, it’s just Evelyn Ellis a 25-year-old cambion who is hospital technician. I hear that she is persevering and compassionate but also insecure and guarded. Into aftercare and bondage but despises scat and exhibitionism. Evelyn s affiliated with the no one.
With her mother not surviving childbirth and an absent father Evelyn ended up in the foster system since birth, staying in it for her childhood. Learning about her powers on her own while there.
Growing up she was a difficult child, causing her to be moved around from house to house. Very much a problem child that pulled pranks on the other kids and would mean spirited to them when adults weren’t looking. Her favorite was scaring and burning them with flames she created because no adults believed the kids when they told on her.
After an incident when she was ten Evelyn was put under special supervision and deemed dangerous to others from all the complaints filled against her.
One couple that specialized in ‘problem’ children decided to give her a last chance and the first month there she made it hell. Already knowing they’d give up on her so she thought to have some fun before it happened.
Only they didn’t, even after a year of her behavior they still kept her. The work and time they put into caring and understanding Evelyn changed her. Making her choose to want to be more than what she’d always been, what she thought she could only ever be.
Spending eight years with them shaped Evelyn into the person she is today and once out on her own she hopes to stay true to that.
Evelyn tries to focus on helping people or at least being useful. It helps distract from the more wicked thoughts and wants she has.
While the caring and compassion comes from a real place she worries daily about slip ups, it’s very easy to want to fall back into old habits. It makes her cautious and wary of herself around others at times.
Being a cambion already makes her feel very isolated, she has yet to meet any others of her kind and while a bit fearful of it, it’s also one of her greatest wishes. To feel less alone.
She tries to be friendly and open to others, to fill some of that loneliness and hope any kind of companionship will also keep her grounded.
Moans and groans fill the night sky, blunt nails scratch along the smooth surface of a car caught amidst a horde of infected. Screams from inside barely carry, they can barely be heard in the distance. But what's that in the distance? Is that [JD PARDO]? No way, that's [CELIO RENTERIA]. The [44] year old [CIS MALE ( + HE/HIM)] used to be a [CRIMINAL]. Since the outbreak, they've proven to be [RESOURCEFUL] & [CRAFTY], but rumor has it they're also [DECEITFUL] & [STUBBORN], which may pose a risk to the group. They appear to have taken the [BUILDER] role within the group. Only time can tell if they succeed.
visage. bodyclaim. musing. character study. interaction. most wanted.
Moans and groans fill the night sky, blunt nails scratch along the smooth surface of a car caught amidst a horde of infected. Screams from inside barely carry, they can barely be heard in the distance. But what's that in the distance? Is that OSCAR ISAAC? No way, that's JEAN AYALA-CRAIG. The 45 year old CIS MALE (HE/HIM) used to be a SURGEON. Will they help? Since the outbreak, they've proven to be KNOWLEDGEABLE & FAST-MOVING, but rumor has it they're also GUARDED & DRY, which may pose a risk to the group. They appear to have taken the DOCTOR role within the group. Only time can tell if they succeed.
born and raised in dallas, jean ayala was born to a well-off family, his father being a prominent university professor and his mother a successful lawyer.
though a family which didn't struggle financially, jean and his siblings struggled with their parents, who reguarly argued, split up and made up throughout his childhood.
all this growing discontent with his family life and his home of dallas lead to the young boy to become focused on his studies, striving for what his parents wanted him to be, but having a goal to leave this hellish enviroment.
reaching his adulthood, jean moved to london to medical school. spending years in medical school, jean eventually met malcolm craig, who soon became his boyfriend and eventual husband once jean became a fully certified surgeon.
while they made a life in london, with plans to start their own family, they were halted when jean's father suddenly passed away, leading the couple to move to the american's hometown.
it was a rough start to cope with his father's death, and being back in dallas however the couple continued their bond, still with hopes of a family until another roadblock, which stopped all future plans.
two years before the outbreak, malcolm was diagnosed with stage four cancer, giving him a year until he sadly passed away.
in extreme grief of losing his father and life partner, jean has mostly spent the past two years in a depression, livng off the money left from his partner and his own savings from working as a surgeon.
jean has recently been a guest lecturer at a london university, spending time between dallas and london.
on the day of the outbreak, jean had landed in dallas, where he and the other passengers saw chaos all over the airport and city. managing to make it out with a group of passengers on his flight, they spent the next two months going from abandoned building to abandoned building, barely surving each escape.
the surgeon eventually found the dallas morning news building, where he has offered his expertise as a surgeon to aid the survivors of the outbreak.
— Moans and groans fill the night sky, blunt nails scratch along the smooth surface of a car caught amidst a horde of infected. Screams from inside barely carry, they can barely be heard in the distance. But what's that in the distance? Is that STEVEN OGG? No way, that's HENRY LYONS. The 50 year old CIS MALE ( + HE/HIM) used to be a CRIMINAL. Since the outbreak, they've proven to be LOYAL & CARING, but rumor has it they're also STUBBORN & QUICK TO ANGER, which may pose a risk to the group. They appear to have taken the RAIDER role within the group. Only time can tell if they succeed.
full name — Henry James Lyons
age —Fifty (50)
gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns)
orientation — homosexual
occupation — former bartender
role in the group — watcher
preferred weapon — M&P Pistol
clothing style/ armor —Light clothing, typically wears short sleeved shirts but long pants.
PHYSICAL INFO
face claim —Steven Ogg
hair — brown / eyes — brown
height — 6'6
build — ectomorph
scars —Multiple from childhood incidents as well as from other survivors he came across.
tattoos — The canadian flag on his left bicep, 'FUCK YOU.' on his fingers.
piercings — Used to have an eyebrow piercing before it was ripped out.
sexual preference — switch (prefers dom top, but can be a sub bottom.)
PERSONALITY
alignment — lawful chaotic
positive traits — understanding, loyal, brave
negative traits — impulsive, quick to anger
hobbies — playing guitar whenever he can, loves riding motorcycles.
MEDICAL INFO
mental — ptsd, IED (Intermittent Explosive Disorder), mild depression
physical — none
phobias — fear of hordes, gore.
eyesight — 20/20
dominant hand — left
drug use — Meth (keeps him up and alert)
alcohol use —Sometimes when he feels safe.
diet — Will literally eat anything at all.
BACKGROUND
birthplace — Calgary, Canada
parents — Jane Lyons (mother), unknown father
siblings — unknown (multiple siblings)
education — 9th grade
notable skills —Despite his drug usage, he's very good with guns and knifes, is phenomenal with kids (despite seeing himself in way too many of them, especially the traumatized ones), Fairly good singer.
* IF IT FEELS LIKE A TRAP, YOU'RE ALREADY IN ONE .
AARON TUCKER. only goes by his family name. used to be a drill sergeant (essentially a military trainer). cold and unapproachable, but resourceful and protective. manages the group's resources.
* basic info .
full name: aaron greene tucker
alias/nickname: started being called only by tucker in the military, only goes by it to this day
age: forty-one
gender: cis male + uses he/him pronouns
ethnicity: ashkenazi jewish
(previous) occupation: drill sergeant
role in group: resource manager
religion: jewish, non-practicing
orientation: questioning, calls himself straight
* relationships .
parents: deceased
siblings: older brother, unknown
partners: ex-wife, alive and with the group
children: none
* physical traits .
faceclaim: jake gyllenhaal
eyes: blue / hair: brown
height: 1.82m
body build: athletic, buff
facial hair: a shadow of a beard, keeps it trimmed
other: tba
mental disorders: hints of sociopathic behavior (even pre-apocalypse)
phobias/fears: losing louise, being to blame for a loved one's death
* sexuality .
preference: versatile, dominant-leaning
penis size: 9.5in
kinks: likes things rough, list tba
anti-kinks: scat, infantilism and things related
* biography .
grew up in rural america, among plantations, firearms and horses, learning how to help around the house in his child/teenage years. lived on the shadow of his smarter, more accomplished and less troubled older brother.
went into the army at eighteen, started making his way up the ranks soon. decides to dedicate himself to it, feels like he found his place in the world among men similar to him. barely goes back home, and family gets bitter after so much time apart.
decides to show up unannounced at a christmas, expecting a proud and warm welcome. gets a cold smile, a passive-aggressive speech about his brother becoming the doctor of the small town, and a night of sleep in the barn.
never comes back. gets in touch with phone calls. one day calls to tell them about making it to drill sergeant, secretly still hoping for a "i'm proud of you," only to get the news dad died two weeks before. it gets to him, and alcohol's his refuge. whiskey and another man's arms; brutal, destructive, unloving arms, and then more whiskey, enough to just barely forget it.
falls in love with louise, accomplished and brilliant lawyer and the most beautiful woman. if he's going to make it work, the marriage and kids thing with someone, it's gonna be her. and he did marry, but kids never came. she couldn't, doctors said, and he held her through tears. it's fine, he said, and it was. but it wasn't for her, and she fell apart, and he became more of a caretaker than a husband.
it became too much, watch her waste away, so he paid someone to care for her and he went back to the army. scream at boys with a shine in their eyes, watch it dim like his did; like hers did, as well. everything was normal; he'd spend the day breaking down boys' souls, then spend the evening drinking until he could stand the thoughts of his secret desires. maybe go out and satisfy those desires, if he felt like it.
then suddenly the world end to hell. he made his way home, to her, mostly on foot, seeing the weirdest things, and she'd gotten this new-found will to live in her. he loved to see it, and to join her in it, and they made their way to their families. hers was far gone, house empty except for the undead. he hold her once again, and it became crystal clear they weren't partners in the same way anymore. they were partners, and maybe soulmates, but not husband and wife.
they make their way to his childhood house, to find mom dead in her bed. his sister-in-law and nephew gone as well, he gets a lump in his throat. louise's outside, waiting for him to shout if he needs back-up, as he opens the office door. his brother's there, curled up in a sobbing ball, reaching out to him for help. he swallows the lump, and closes the door. they're gone too, he tells louise, and they go on their way, until they come across a group.
Moans and groans fill the night sky, blunt nails scratch along the smooth surface of a car caught amidst a horde of infected. Screams from inside barely carry, they can barely be heard in the distance. But what's that in the distance? Is that [ENVER GJOKAJ]? No way, that's [ALTIN MARAJ]. The [43] year old [MALE (HE/HIM)] used to be a [NAVAL OFFICER]. Will they help? Since the outbreak, they've proven to be [HARD-WORKING] & [RESILIENT], but rumor has it they're also [PARANOID] & [RESENTFUL], which may pose a risk to the group. They appear to have taken the [WATCHER] role within the group. Only time can tell if they succeed.
Moans and groans fill the night sky, blunt nails scratch along the smooth surface of a car caught amidst a horde of infected. Screams from inside barely carry, they can barely be heard in the distance. But what's that in the distance? Is that PEDRO PASCAL? No way, that's ELIJAH J. ROJAS. The 47 year old CISMALE ( +HE/HIM) used to be US SPECIAL OPS GONE PRIVATE SECURITY. Since the outbreak, they've proven to be STRONG-WILLED & PROTECTIVE, but rumor has it they're also SHORT-TEMPERED & CALLOUS, which may pose a risk to the group. They appear to have taken the LEADER/RAIDER role within the group. Only time can tell if they succeed.
BASIC INFO
full name — Elijah Juan Rojas
age — forty-seven (tba)
gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns)
orientation — homosexual
occupation — former soldier (special ops) gone private security
role in the group — leader/raider
preferred weapon — m4a1 + assault knife
clothing style/ armor — casual, functional, fitting, flannel
PHYSICAL INFO
face claim — Pedro Pascal
hair — brown / eyes — brown
height — five foot & eleven inches
build — kinda like a T, broad af shoulders, muscled torso, slutty waist (it be thin ok)
scars — a faint one across the bridge of his nose, another faint one down the left side of his cheek, a few on his back and chest, a circle on his thigh from a tracker he cut out and eight long/semi-long scarred stripes across his back - all huddled up randomly across his lower back
tattoos — the date of when he signed up with the army because re-birthday, special ops insignia on his lower back to cover up scars, the us army insignia on his chest - left side above his ribcage
piercings — he had a lip ring, but the us army forbid him to keep wearing it, so it’s a distant reminder, but also the reason he has no piercings
special characteristics — he’s even more quiet and grumpy when he doesn’t get to throw punches for a while.
sexual preference — bottom su.... switch, yeah that's what we meant
PERSONALITY
alignment — true neutral
positive traits — protective, loyal, strong-willed
negative traits — callous, short-tempered, stubborn
hobbies — punching people + biters alike, cleaning his guns, being grumpy, taking unnecessarily long watch night shifts so he doesn't have to sleep
MEDICAL INFO
mental — ocd, ptsd, disruptive mood dysregulation disorder (dmdd)
physical — was hit by a shrapnel cluster after an explosion, but no lasting effects unless you can see inside his *beep* cheek
phobias — claustrophobia, pistantrophia, light case of mysophobia
eyesight — 20/20
dominant hand — left hand
drug use — never
alcohol use — never
diet — health nut galore, though the end of the world says no diet for you
BACKGROUND
birthplace — san antonio, TX
parents — Victoria Rojas (mother) & Ramon Ortega (step-father)
siblings — single child
education — high school graduate
notable skills — very disciplined, impeccable aim with guns and hatchets, close combat, krav maga, determination to address everybody 30 and younger kid
BIO (child abuse tw, domestic abuse tw)
Love is more than a feeling - it’s a choice.
Everybody would have to make that choice for themselves, some daily - some weekly. Some decided to never choose at all, but Juan understood early on that his father had chosen not to love him. No, it wasn’t just that. He’d chosen to despise him, which weighed much heavier on a child’s heart than a simple lack of parental affection. But then again, love never really had been part of Ramon Ortega’s own personal little dictionary. Maybe once upon a time he felt something for Juan’s mother, but whatever that feeling had been - Juan doubted it’d been love even back then, it died when Victoria Reyes found out she was pregnant.
One would think both parents lived happily ever after when they found out God had blessed them with a child after years of trying, but no… not this time. Not Ramon and Victoria. The reason for that was … uncomfortable for all parties involved and yet somewhat amusing. Ramon was not a good man, never had been. Rumor had it he was born with a knife in his hands. Nonsense, but .. not untrue. He had no love in him, for nobody - probably not even himself. So when his wife announced she was six months pregnant, when Ramon had not set a foot out of jail in over two years, one might suspect … unfair play. It wasn’t .. that, per se, but it also was. Victoria hadn’t been happy with Ramon in years, had only stayed with him, because she was afraid of the repercussions if she tried to leave her violently abusive husband’s side, so when a handsome stranger began to give her attention and affection, who could blame her for falling for him? Right? Ramon sure did.
Juan was born at home, with only his mother and a friend nearby - the longest night Victoria ever had, but it all went well in the end. He was born healthy and as happy as a newborn babe could be - at least for a few months and it could’ve been even better than that, but despite Ramon’s rather vehement urging, she decided to raise her son herself instead of giving him up for adoption. She didn’t want him to get lost in the system. So close, yet so far. He knew that, in hindsight, she regretted her decision, but never quite found bravery within herself to admit as much - least of all in front of him. And Ramon? Oh, he made sure to let the boy that wasn’t his blood know he was merely tolerated in his own home. If even that.
Growing up and being told over and over again that you never should’ve been born, that you were wrong and that the world would be better off without you …. did quite a bit to a child’s psyche. Some would retreat, some would falter, some would hide within themselves. And then … there were those kids like Juan. Those who lashed out. At everything. Everybody. But most of all other kids, because they were right there. In kindergarten he was deemed a wild child, scolded and sent home with a letter for his loving parents, who - in response locked him in his room, or - when the caretakers demanded either of his parents come in for a chat, his closet. Ramon believed in violence, so that’s what Juan thought was a natural way to react to pretty much everything at all times.
Life didn’t get better in school. Not for a while at least. Ramon refused to accept Juan as his son, despite the obvious similarities in characteristics (the violence), his mother was too afraid to step in, so life continued as was, only that - with the boy growing older and therefore more violent in nature, Ramon decided it was time to discipline his son properly and teach him the respect he was lacking - according to him. Safe to say a belt, or fists did not fix Juan’s anger management issues. Neither did the School Therapist, though mostly because Juan refused to speak. He did so, generally. Be it in school, at home, anywhere. He wasn’t much of a talker, though, until he was expected to express himself in school .. nobody ever really noticed, or cared. Most of the boy’s life had been fantasy in his own mind, words weren’t needed for that. His mind .. was quite demanding in general, always running high, pondering every decision he made, wondering if it had been the right one after all.
Split lips, bruises.. he’d had plenty of those, but when he literally broke his hand on another kid’s face, authorities were alerted for the first time, but nothing came of it. It was written off as ADHD, a lack of impulse control and he’d have to see the Therapist once a week. None of that helped. Instead of going home after school, he’d spend the afternoons outside, wandering, stealing, picking fights until a fight picked him. He almost died that day, had laid for hours in a puddle of his own blood in some back alley, but woke up in a hospital bed.
Eight years old and he’d already seen the other side. With the abuse clear as day, child services stepped in and once released, he was taken out of his family and tossed into the system after all. Juan went from group homes to Camp for Bad Boys interchangeably until he was seventeen years old and refused to go by the name his mother gave him. Something else, he thought, felt more fitting - not even that, he just wanted something entirely unrelated to his upbringing. Still, without complete isolation and regular abuse, being away from home for an extended duration did wonders to his psyche, although he never quite made it out of that violent rage he grew up in.
The summer of his eighteen’s birthday, Elijah Juan Rojas was sent into the world to live life on his own. All of his life he’d been told what to do, what he was and wasn’t capable of and who he never would be. Now … for the first time he didn’t know what’d come next. And honestly, he.. didn’t like it. He knew he was only good at one thing, though. Fists and blood. Although, whatever rage-fueled smashing he’d called fighting as he grew up… didn’t cut it. It lacked pretty much everything, so .. mostly to satisfy his own need for perfection, but also to spite all those who wanted to see him fail, Ramon mostly, he enlisted in the US Army.
Fast forward to the end of that adventure. Safe to say the Army did him well. The discipline Ramon failed to teach him… came naturally in a controlled environment. Eli.. saw much during those years; death, blood, he experienced loss. He got the whole shebang, but made it out mostly unscathed himself. Physically anyway, but then again there wasn’t much more to mess with on that end. Back home, Eli found himself in a world he knew even less than before, but he found work in Security and .. he tried to live life as normally as possible.
Love is more than a feeling - it’s a choice.
Eli chose not to love, ever. He chose eternal solitude. Partially because he didn’t know how to love, but also because he knew that any child he might sire would grow up the way he did. Alone, lost, afraid, angry. And then he found out early on, suppressed or not, that he had absolutely zero interest in women. Eli knew he was better off alone. Happy? Overstatement, but he was content.
Life was simple, but of course Eli wasn’t allowed simple and easy. The Outbreak fucked everything up more than Eli ever could himself, which… was slightly amusing. Nothing and nobody held him in San Antonio, so when all Hell broke loose early on, Eli reconnected with his squad from the Army through a friend working in the same district as him. Matt had managed to get a signal out shortly before and they had an emergency meeting point in Atlanta. Turned out that the Prepper friends he used to chuckle at.. actually were in the right. The first week was the most difficult, the adjustment to go from society to … the Wild West.. was .. quite a lot to take in, even to Elijah, who spent most of his life giving absolutely no shits about the people around him. You never quite know how much you like something… until it’s gone.
Matt and him meant to meet up in Dallas, move on to Atlanta and up towards the coast, but when Elijah made it to their meeting point in Dallas, he found no sign of his fellow soldier. He held out for days, plundering apartments nearby to keep alive, moving in the shadows as best as he could, but Matt didn’t turn up and the other side of the line was dead. No response, no update ..no nothing. After a week, Elijah accepted that he was most likely the only one left from his division, which was okay. He would’ve survived on his own, probably, if not for a run-in with someone from the group holed up inside Dallas Morning News Headquarters. It’d been almost two months since and truthfully, he was glad he took their offer. When he joined them, they were barely five people and now? They were quite the group.
What even was anger management and what had it ever been good for in the first place?
That was his philosophy for the first few…. well, for a while. This new world they lived in definitely favored his wild side; the urge for blood and violence. He’d learned how to pace himself, how to bottle up the anger even when it felt impossible, but the will to go through with it was …not as strong as it should be. Although, with him growing more comfortable within the group and with his responsibility and duties picking up, Elijah found himself falling back into old habits; a structured schedule, healthy diet, workouts, practice and the like. A busy mind couldn’t stray from the righteous path. These people took him in, they opened their home to him and strangely enough, he was grateful they did, even if it hadn’t been the smoothest ride.
Unsocial as Eli was and always had been… he struggled at first. Never a man of many words, Eli was the silent observer. He knew he wanted to be a raider early on, eager to get out and get his hands dirty while providing food and supplies for camp. The ideal combination for a man like him. One thing, the group learned, could always be relied on. Elijah never returned empty-handed. Elijah was ..content within the group. Again, happy would be an overstatement, especially with the world in shambles, but …he was thriving. This was his world, in a way. A world in which violence was a given currency and he was the richest man on earth.
Is that〈 PAUL WESLEY 〉lurking around New Orleans? No, it’s just〈 CERBERUS NOWAK 〉a 604 year old VAMPIRE who is a FREELANCE HACKER. I hear that HE is BISEXUAL and is WITTY & METHODICAL but also UNHINGED & COCKSURE and into LIGHT BONDAGE, POWER-PLAY but despise DROWNING, SENSORY DEPRIVATION. CERBERUS is affiliated with the FRENCH QUARTER CLAN. ( blue, 24, est, she/her )
Full Name:
Thomas Preljubović/Cerberus Thomas Nowak
Aliases:
The Albanian Slayer, Cerby, Jack, Thomas, Tommy.
Age:
Twenty-Seven (physically), Six hundred and four (actual).
Date of birth:
Unknown. Sometime during the 14th century.
Place of birth:
Greece.
Zodiac sign:
Dog
Species:
Vampire
Race:
Caucasian
Nationality:
Greek/Serbian.
Gender:
Cisgender male.
Sexuality:
Bisexual, Polyromantic
Profession:
Freelance hacker and escort
Originally born in 14th century Greece, under the name Thomas Preljubović, he was the son of caesar Gregorios Preljub, the Serbian governor of Thessaly and Irene a daughter of Stephen Uroš IV Dušan of Serbia and Helena of Bulgaria.
In modern times Therapists would label Thomas as a Class One Sociopath. The servants spent more time with Thomas more than his parents, teaching him the ways of those less fortunate all the while treating him as he should be treated, above them all.
Thomas’ attitude could be described as bipolar, going from nicely calm to ragingly furious in a matter of seconds; often yelling and frightening the servants, and then going back to sweet and seemly innocent little boy.
His ever-growing fits of emotion grew stronger as time went on and seemingly only got worse after the violent death of his father. Following his father’s death, Thomas’ claim to Thessaly was asserted by his mother Irene, but they were forced to flee to Serbia by the advance of Nikephoros II Orsini in 1356. Here Irene married Radoslav Hlapen, the ruler of Vodena, who took Thomas under his wing.
During the absence of Thessaly’s new ruler Simeon Uroš Palaiologos in Epirus in 1359, Hlapen invaded Thessaly, attempting to win it for his stepson. Although Simeon Uroš managed to contain the invasion, he was forced to cede Kastoria to Thomas and to marry him to his daughter Maria.
In 1366 Thomas was designated governor of Ioannina. His reign is reflected in most detail in the so-called Chronicle of Ioannina, which paints him as a cruel and capricious tyrant.
Thomas seized various properties of the Church of Ioannina and awarded them to his Serbian retainers. In 1382 a new appointee to the local archbishopric, Matthew, was sent out from Constantinople, and invested Thomas with the title of despotes on behalf of the Byzantine Emperor John V Palaiologos.
Nevertheless, later Thomas quarreled with the archbishop and exiled him from Ioannina. He is also accused of persecuting the local nobility and thus inspired a series of revolts against his rule. In addition to seizing ecclesiastical and private property, Thomas established new taxes and monopolies on various commodities, including fish and fruit. In addition to relying on his military forces to enforce these imposts, Thomas ruthlessly waged continuous war against the Albanian clans and the rulers of Arta and Angelokastron.
Soon after taking possession of Ioannina, Thomas was unsuccessfully besieged by Albanian Peter Losha of Arta. Thomas managed to defeat an Albanian attack on Ioannina. Another attack, which came close to taking the city, but was repelled. Thomas then conquered many fortresses from his enemies in 1381 to 1384. These ruthless successes won him the epithet “Albanian-Slayer”.
However, Thomas had come to be on bad terms with his wife Maria, who participated in the subsequent conspiracy against him. On December 23, 1384, Thomas was murdered by his guards and the happy population of Ioannina swore allegiance to Maria and invited her brother John Uroš Doukas Palaiologos to come and advise her in the government. To this day, Thomas is still bitter over the subject of his ex-wife betraying him. Although, he is always quick to state that he never loved her anyway.
As Thomas lay dying in the street, blood pooling from the head injury and stab wounds he had sustained. A woman was standing in the shadows watching as he lay there barely clinging to the tendrils of life. The last thing he remembers is seeing fangs and immense pain in his neck.
When he woke up, he was in an unfamiliar home. Frightened beyond belief Thomas rushed out of the empty house, fully healed from whatever injuries took place. And just like that, the tyrannical Albanian-Slayer Thomas Preljubović was dead and Cerberus rose up from the ashes in his wake.
From that day on Cerberus lived as a nomad, never staying in one place for long and avoiding his sire like the plague. All along his life, he has sired a few vampires of his own. However, all of them had perished soon after he had become annoyed with them, or simply because he was bored of them.
In 1888 he settled down in London and his murderous streak continued around the Whitechapel district as Jack the Ripper. Once he had had his fun in London, Cerberus made his way across the United States, never learning the meaning of appreciating life, and other’s humanity, for he caused more trouble as the years bled on.
In 1910 he moved to New Orleans, Louisiana where his murderous streak continued under the alias of The Axeman before vanishing to Warsaw Poland in September 1919.
The sight of blood enamored him and he fell in love with the carnage and risks of war as he moved from city to city and country to country. Gleefully he partook in several wars including World War I, World War II, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War. With every war, it seemed that more and more of his humanity slowly started to fade along with his sanity.
Soon after the Vietnam War had ended, Cerberus ended up in Chicago, Illinois. However, his sire began making an appearance in his life again through letters. There was nothing overt or threatening about them but they sparked a sense of anger in him. Reluctant to slip back under his sire’s thumb, he ran off again, changing names and locations as soon as he felt that rug. The idea of confronting his sire left a bad taste in his mouth. For a time, he lived on the underground of Manhattan, New York making the abandoned subway tunnels below the city his domain amongst the filth and vermin.
Growing tired of constantly traveling and running, Cerberus decided to return to New Orleans on Christmas in the year 2016 where he still resides. He has worked a wide variety of jobs over the years -- EMT, bartender, escort, but finally settled on being a free-lance hacker and escort in the French Quarter.
HEADCANONS:
ONE: Due to the extensive psychological and physical damage he has suffered, Cerberus suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder. He is not one person but three people in one body. With that being said each alter has his own distinct personality, with his own likes and dislikes. They each possess their own memories and identities thus leaving many to scratch their heads in the vampire’s presence. To the untrained individual it is hard to decipher which personality is out but over time it becomes apparent. However, the trouble lies in the fact that each personality cannot recall the memories or conversations that have taken place between the others. This often leaves Cerberus with fractured memories and often causes him to deny and or make up certain events. To combat this phenomenon he keeps an extensive series of journals on hand. His three alters are named Cerberus, Jack, and Thomas (Thomas was the original personality but Cerberus is the main alter).
TWO: Cerberus is a cannibal vampire, known to drain every drop of his victim’s blood from their body before devouring it all together. To be honest he’s not quite sure the reasoning behind the impulse. It would be easy to blame it on his apparent madness, but perhaps it was more of an extreme case of curiosity. Regardless, since having that first taste, Cerberus has developed something of a taste for supernatural blood. While human blood can still sustain his body and keep his cravings satisfied, he does indulge in hunting his own kind on occasion, feeding on the young and the helpless without killing and then compelling them to forget. He sees vampire blood as a delicacy, something to indulge in only on occasion. He is aware that other vampires might consider it taboo, however, so he keeps this habit to himself.
THREE: Cerberus considers himself to be Bisexual and Polyromantic.
FOUR: He has a crippling fear of large bodies of water/drowning. If asked he won’t exactly say why but the truth is he can’t swim.
