Have you seen [ATLAS CARMICHAEL] around Faerune? Theyâre a [VAMPIRE] who [REJECTS] the Unseelie Queenâs reign. People have heard theyâre [RESERVED, TRUSTWORTHY, RELIABLE] but can also be [TACTLESS, STUBBORN, COMPULSIVE]. Weâll see where they fall when the revolution arrives, but until then they can be found working as a [MECHANIC]. [SEASON ONE]
NAME: Atlas Joseph Carmichael NICKNAMES: Atlas, Carmichael, Joseph or Joey - usually by just Sloane, but a select few other people have permission to use that name. AGE | BIRTHDATE: 31 | October 13th. It was a Friday. HEIGHT: 6âČ4âł SPECIES: Vampire. GENDER | SEXUALITY: Cis male |  Disaster Bisexual OCCUPATION: Mechanic, semi-accomplished musician before he was turned. NOTABLE FEATURES: Beard, full sleeve tattoo on his left arm, mostly geometrics, a scar across the knuckles of his right hand. BIOGRAPHY: Atlas has spent the last year and some change denying what he is while also mostly accepting it. Heâs been using the black market for human blood to feed from, disliking the taste of most animal blood and unable to control himself if he attempts a feed from a living person. Itâs something heâs working on now, with the help of another vampire named Edgar, and with the help of the Rex Vespidae. He still hides his fangs, keeping them from sight, mostly because he doesnât want to be perceived as a larger threat than he already is. However, he does drop his fangs around people he loves and people he trusts. Sloane sees them the most, and he is encouraging them to seek therapy, even if he doesnât fully know whatâs going on with them. In quiet moments, heâs traced the scar on their back, humming gently to himself, knowing idly that this must be the source of their fear. He has an inkling that perhaps the scar was fatal, but Sloane has never confirmed this and has never talked about it. Heâs been working steadily at Shrubbyâs for the duration, keeping his head mostly down, despite his annoyance at the situation. He has two sisters in the mortal realm heâs wanted to see for a while and now heâs afraid heâll never have the opportunity. Still, Atlas has been keeping himself busy, giving guitar lessons to a few people, and having jam sessions with others. He still has game nights with Sloane and Jasper and now Ray and Emmet too. Heâs involved with all of them in a polycule of sorts that seems to be working just fine for them, although he and Sloane are reconsidering the bus as a home and wondering if they shouldnât figure something else out. The bed is getting a little small. He does also finally have his protection ring, one Sloane had enchanted for him, made of a bass guitar string, dinosaur bone, meteorite and whiskey oak barrel wood. He typically wears it on his hand but while heâs working, itâs on a necklace around his neck and under his shirt to ensure he doesnât accidentally snap it. And there are two additions to the home - Riot and Whiskey, a pair of cats, Abyssinian siblings. Riot is the quiet one, with a face that telegraphs a desire for murder, and Whiskey is overly playful, sometimes stalking people around the apartment to smack at their toes. Atlas wants more than anything to be able to leave if he wants to leave - if the people he loves want to leave. And with the addition of a curfew, heâs getting more and more agitated. Whatâs next to keep them contained? Why keep closing the rope around their necks when the people trapped here never did anything wrong? graphic template by @/notoriousgraphics
