Feeling Morbid Tonight

Parker Emory - 986 (40) Closed RP blog for Chasing Horizons RP

[momentomina]

Mina could not help the way her eyes widened with excitement to hear that the other woman had lived in Berlin for a period of time.

"It is truly such a fantastic city and yes we are very much liking our brot. I have a habit of baking three to four loaves of it when I am feeling stressed." If Parker was bad at small talk, Mina didn't really even seem to notice. She was delighted that someone else had lived in her beloved home and had at least something to say about it.

"Oh I do quite like the rain. I have never been someone who thrives in too much sunshine. I am sehr pale and usually I will bring an umbrella or some sort of hat if the sun is being too bright." She remarked and gazed out over the crashing of the waves.

"But you are sehr correct. The frequency of the rain is making me appreciate those occasionally drier days." After a moment or so she realized she'd been talking quite a lot and felt her cheeks warm up considerably.

"Oh es tut mir leid. I am doing much talking and you are probably trying to relax. You are not knowing me and I have a habit of rambling... I can be making myself quiet."

[vampiricexcavation]

Parker wasn't bothered as Mina started to go on about her home country. So much had changed about Parker's that she seldom found a chance to speak about what she missed. There would be many things to explain if she started talking about how she yearned for the simple life of living in a small village where the gossip was about what monster ate half of the local farmer's chickens. Or how his wife had to be buried with a sickle over her neck to keep her from coming back from the dead after a particularly mysterious death.

"I think a majority of Europe is so pale that they wither if coming into contact with direct sunlight," Parker remarked with an amused smirk, arms crossing over her chest as she let the woman continue. She didn't get to just let people talk very often. She spent so much time holed up alone at home that she forgot how nice it was to just... get to know a complete stranger without having to worry if they were onto her or wanted to see her again.

"You don't have to worry about talking, I don't mind it." She assured Mina with a gentle smile. A rarity for her, really. Unless she was trying to lull someone into a sense of false security, which... well, old habits do die hard, after all. "I don't mind listening to conversation as long as the other end doesn't mind that I'm a woman of little words. I'm a listener, not a speaker."

[momentomina]

While Mina was quite unawares as to whom she'd stumbled upon this evening, she was not foolish enough to drop all caution. She kept things on her when she walked at night, knowing humans and creatures alike could be more than dangerous.

Leaving her home and acting as if nothing lurked out there in the dark at all was a fool's game. And Mina did not play such games if she could help it.

Zerberus was sat patiently at her side, trying to make an impression of the stranger. He was a good judge of who seemed safe and who did not and for now he was ambivalent, which meant Mina would remain where she was standing for now.

Even still, she smiled with all her teeth for emphasis, enjoying the other woman's humor.

"Humble request granted." She assured and curved around the side so she could look down as well but still leave the woman her personal space.

"It is a nice night. I have only recently moved here and I thought I knew rain before in Berlin, but there seems to be much of it here as well. Often I do not mind but it's nice to not be drizzled on for a night while trying to enjoy nature."

[vampiricexcavation]

Parker prided herself on being cold and unfeeling, the ability to turn her nose up at the less fortunate if it meant keeping herself alive another day. She never let herself feel for others what she refused to feel for herself. And yet, here she was. being a big softie when she'd spend decades trying to do the exact opposite. Clearly, it was because of the dog. Those big, round eyes. Dammit.

She would kick herself if it wouldn't be so obvious that she was pretending she was better than she was. She was a bad actress, that's why she didn't make a career out of it and went into slowly putting her own belonging into the catalogues of long-forgotten history. She didn't have a whole lot of talent to pull from, clearly.

She blinked, then forced herself to refocus on the conversation that was happening. Conversation, a thing that was done by thinking species to pass the time or get to know one another. Something she had long since stopped participating in.

"I lived in Berlin for a small period of time, you really like your breads." She remarked with a sharp, almost predatory smile. She really was bad at this small-talk thing, wasn't she? "If you're looking for endless sunshine, I'd say anywhere in Europe was a bad idea in terms of picking a place to live. Especially here. But it does make you appreciate nice weather all the more, I've found."

[alchemechanics]

Some might complain about the windy weather and frigid waters of the Atlantic, but to Kore, it felt like where they had grown up. People always thought about sunshine and palm trees when they heard California, but San Francisco had always eluded that description. They remembered walking along the beach as the fog and tide rolled in, the loud bellow of the foghorn echoing down the streets. Bonny Bay shared many of those traits, and that familiarity was one of the few things that had convinced them to stay in Eden Ros two decades ago.

There was a restlessness in their legs that they could not escape, a pull in their chest that felt foreign. Kore was a creature of habit, with a schedule that practically engraved in their soul. Walks on the beach at sunset generally did not factor in, yet after nearly hammering their finger for the third time in a few hours, they decided some fresh air might do them some good.

In truth, they barely noticed the figure until she spoke, and Kore turned their gaze toward her. “Are you the welcome wagon for us lost souls?” they asked dryly. “I wasn’t aware that I needed a permit to enjoy the horizon. Is the strip search before or after you tell me who you are?"

[vampiricexcavation]

Despite the newcomer's biting words, Parker couldn't help but smile to herself. "Why, in fact I am. I give out a tin of nefarious and unlabeled cookies and a complimentary T-shirt." She explained with a subtle raise of her eyebrow, as if daring the individual to match her blow for blow.

"Well, seeing as how the bay is very long, and of all the places you could of chosen to stand, you chose directly next to me... I think the strip search will come after, seeing as you came into my space and not the other way around." She tilted her head to one side, inspecting the stranger with a scrutinizing gaze.

"But if you truly must know, my name is Parker. I laid claim to this patch of grass and rock by standing here every night on a clear night, and I don't intend to give it up now because someone uses biting words to make them feel cool." She put her hands on her hips and gave a fake pout, shaking her head back and forth.

[momentomina]

"We were trying to see what the whole view looked like under the stars,but I was lost in my head. I am sorry for startling you." She said apologetically. It would make sense for the woman to be both cautious due to a stranger and her beast emerging from the darkness.

The night was dark and full of all sorts of things that lurked in the shadows, waiting to get you alone. Humans were just as bad as any vampire or werewolf who roamed the night looking for prey. In fact, many humans were worse as they had no affliction that urged them to commit such acts.

But that was neither here nor there.

"Ja I am sure. I do not blame you for your caution. I can promise though that neither of us bite unless threatened or asked." It was a gentle tease and Mina knew it could come across as awkward, but it was hard to shut her mind or mouth off right now.

[vampiricexcavation]

Parker looked up to the night sky, it was a perfectly clear night out, which was rare for Scotland, she had decided. She had lived all over the world in her time, and Scotland was an interesting choice for her. Work didn't bring her here, but something... innate. She couldn't explain it, nor did she want to. Scotland wasn't her first choice of places to live, but at least it was pretty enough to make up for it all, she supposed. "It's a good night for it, then." Parker remarked with a thoughtful look as she craned her neck back down to look at the stranger.

She couldn't help but smile to herself, a secret and private smile. This girl and her dog may not bite unless requested, but that didn't mean Parker did. No, she notoriously bit first and answered questions later. If a) she stuck around long enough to answer any questions and b) let them live in the first place.

The idea that this could be the world's easiest meal crossed her mind, her gaze flickering toward the dog, then back to the girl. No, she didn't deal with animals. She only drank the blood of those with the intelligence to fight back. Which was backwards to a lot of other vampires, she knew. Something about giving them a fighting chance simply appealed to her. So the girl lived, but only because the dog would be mad at her.

"Well, I humbly request you keep your teeth to yourself," she answered back with an amused smirk before turning back toward the water. "It's a nice night out, for once. So I suppose I can share this public land with you and your dog."

[momentomina]

Walks were a great way to clear one's head and Mina was certain she could use the clearing.

While she'd hoped the move from Berlin to Scotland would be an easy one, it had only made certain feelings of belonging and grief much starker. She'd arrived alone with few friends back home to even keep in touch with. Her greatest ally was gone and the ache of missing her father was stronger today than it had been in months.

He would've loved these gloomy cliffsides.

He would've helped her get settled in her new home and the two of them would've taken Zerberus on walks together in the grey and stormy weather.

The pitch black Great Dane she had leashed by her side was enough of a companion for now, she supposed, but that longing for connection and the feelings of being a fish out of water were particularly deep this evening.

Being lost in such thoughts was why she'd hardly noticed someone else was already up on the cliff's edge when she and her beloved canine companion had emerged. Zerberus seemed both eager and cautious and she tightened her grip on his leash slightly, beckoning him closer with a small hand gesture.

"Sitz Zerbie. Bleib." She urged him to sit and stay and he obliged readily, not wanting to approach someone who did not want company.

"I am sorry. I was not noticing someone was already here. I was told this view was beautiful but I can be coming back another time."

[vampiricexcavation]

There was a certain melancholy on the stranger's face that had Parker pausing from her usual tactics to get people to leave on their own. This one seemed sad, almost. As if lost in her own head before she realized where she was and who was around her. Usually Parker would bare her fangs and bite at someone who dared to encroach her personal space, but not this time. Something about this individual made her stop and reconsider her tendency for harsh and biting responses.

"You are already here. There is no point in your leaving," she decided in a nonchalant tone, looking back to the crashing waves for a long moment before looking back to the stranger and her dog. "I have no objection to your presence. I'm simply... quick on the draw. It's night, can never be too careful with approaching strangers with dogs."

[vampiricexcavation]

Who: Open to anyone Where: Bonny Bay When: Just after sunset

Standing on the very edge of the rocky cliffs of Bonny Bay as the last lights of day were in their death throes was a moment of relaxation that Parker wouldn't trade for the world. This was the time she used to think, to plan her next moves. The life of a long-lived vampire was one of thinking several steps ahead of anyone who wanted them dead, and Parker was no exception to this line of thinking. What would be her next hunting grounds? Her next name? The only consistencies in Parker's life was her unwillingness to be anything other than her authentic self. She would change for no one, no matter how hard they begged.

Footsteps alerted Parker to an approaching presence, causing her to turn her head toward the noise to assess the approaching figure. "The bay is long, yet you choose to walk up to the person who looks the least approachable. Congrats on your shocking lack of survival skills," Parker spoke in way of greeting, raising her voice enough to be heard over the crashing waves. "You've already made it this far. What is it you want?"

[vampiricexcavation]

(kate siegel/43/cis female+she/her) PARKER EMORY has been in Eden Ros for 15 YEARS, and is from KIEVAN RUS (MODERN-DAY UKRAINE). They are 986 (APPEARS 40) and work at UNIVERSITY OF ST. MARGARET as an ARCHAEOLOGIST. Rumor has it, they’re a VAMPIRE associated with ALBEDO They are INTELLECTUAL and DEDICATED, but also HARD TO READ and CLOSED-OFF.

Name: Parker Emory Age: Appears 40 (Actually 986) Pronouns: She/her Species: Vampire Faction: Albedo Occupation: Archaeologist Hometown: Kievan Rus (Modern-day Ukraine) Sexuality: Biromantic, Asexual Relationship Status: Single

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Bio

Bretka Lovéc was born in an era where vampirism was seen as the reason for all sicknesses and unexplainable deaths. If someone died rather tragically, there was a possibility they would come back from the dead. If someone breathed funny one time during their life, maybe they’ll come back as a vampire. The people of her village took utmost precautions when burying those suspected of possible vampirism. Her entire living life, she watched her father hunt down those responsible for turning the vulnerable of their community. 

In her life, Bretka was quiet and curious. She was not granted access to the ability to educate herself, so she took it upon herself to learn everything she could from the strangers who passed through their village on the way to a bigger settlement. One such individual was a woman by the name of Nezhka. She was unnaturally beautiful, and seemed to command anyone who spoke with her to her will. Bretka, who’d never known what power felt like, was desperate to learn from Nezhka, so she used every opportunity she had to talk to her. 

Nezhka stuck around longer than most travellers did. She tended to their sick, but seemed to only be available after sunset, claiming that she had business to attend to during the day that kept her away. Bretka’s father grew suspicious, especially when his daughter started using every excuse she could to get closer to the stranger the longer time went on. 

After three months of her father’s careful watching, Nezhka finally struck. She took Bretka into her arms and bared her fangs while holding eye contact with Bretka’s father, claiming that if he held any love for his daughter, he would let Nezhka leave alive, lest his daughter fall to the vampiric curse. Her father, who’d been trained to kill all vampires first and worry about everything after, didn’t take the bait. He lunged for the vampire, but Nezhka was too quick and too powerful. She absconded with Bretka, and Bretka would never see her family or that little village again.

It wasn’t until twenty years later that Nezhka finally turned her into a vampire, spending twenty long years keeping Bretka healthy and human, drinking her blood to sustain herself and using her human ability to walk in sunlight to do her bidding during daylight hours. It was a good system, especially since Bretka was educated by Nezhka in return. All Bretka had ever wanted was to learn whatever she could get her hands on, and as a companion of this ancient vampire, she was finally able to do so. 

On Bretka’s fortieth birthday, Nezhka turned her into a vampire. For centuries, her and her sire lived their lives under the radar, taking women who wanted more than they were given under their wings and turning them into something greater. For centuries, Bretka wanted for nothing. Until their perfectly crafted world came crumbling down, that was. 

In 1874, hunters found Nezhka and Bretka’s eight vampiric siblings while Bretka was out feeding on her own. When she came back, her family and everything she’d built had been burned to ash. Something broke in her that day, vowing to never allow herself to love the way she’d loved her sire and sisters. She hopped from place to place, always changing her name when she moved somewhere new. 

In 1989, Bretka, who was going by Louisa Ivanov at that point, began pursuing her phD in historical archaeology, deciding to turn her lived experience into a profitable profession. Using relics of her own past, she brought historical context to the lives she lived, teaching those who would listen about how women lived in Eastern Europe. While she occasionally goes on excavations when relics were uncovered, she makes most of her fortune off of her own lived experiences and mementos she kept safe over the centuries.