Draven absolutely adores the California weather. Growing up in a very cold climate in Montana she always disliked the cold and dreamed of living someplace warmer, to the point where she had look books made of warmer places she wanted to go.
She speaks french fluently and when she is in a witty/playful mood she will use french phrases to tease or just because she is in a good mood.
Her mother always refused to talk about her father, always telling her that men were unreliable and selfish. While Draven wanted to believe differently, her mothers strong view on males has somewhat colored how she sees them and she finds herself always more wary or a bit quieter with males in the beginning of interactions. If they mirror that the conversation often ebbs out, though if they are outgoing and inquiring she usually opens up a little more.
When home alone in her room Draven plays loud punk rock and wears t-shirts with prints and knee socks with bold and strong colors of green, blue, red and orange. She is a punk girl at heart but have to a large degree adapted to not showing this in her clothing as Eleanor does not like the style and wants her to look more upscale and refined.
The one item she refused to throw out of her wardrobe is an old dark brown leather jacket her mother used to wear all the time. its clearly a male’s jacket(oversized on her petite frame) so Draven is convinced it belonged to her father and it has high sentimental value to her.
She was definitely not any type of drunk, but she was feeling some type of way. It made her feel a little bolder, but it still didn’t take away the cautious side of her when it came to an event like this. Alessa was pretty sure it had everything to do with the moon. God though—this gathering was bumming her out. All that was good out of it were all the good looking people so far.
“I may have been looking.” She finally admitted once she realized the person she was looking at happened to look back, and then she froze on instinct. Run? Talk yourself out of it? She couldn’t tell if she was in trouble just yet. “But I can stop looking… if you want?” The Jackalope clenched her jaw, ready to bolt if it called for it.
Draven could tell that this entire event was going to leave her absolutely exhausted. It wasn’t even close to being over, given that the gates would be locked soon there was still an entire night for her to get trough. Hopefully once the moon went down, she would be able to get some much needed sleep. Feeling out of sorts yet easily ignored once everyone saw her collar, the witch had drifted to the sidelines, telling herself that she would be fine drinking alone.
It was the feeling of a stare, the hairs on the back of her neck rising and tingling, that made her shift her gaze to a dark haired woman. Her eyebrows arched just a little in question, though she smiled a bit when she admitted to it. “Which isn’t illegal.” Draven pointed out, doing some looking of her own before refocusing her stare to the others face. “Its totally fine, don’t worry about it. Having a decent night?”
Truthfully, Eleanore was excited to see how Draven would react to the blood moon. She had worked hard to keep Draven in a constant state of arousal every day. So, to throw a blood moon at her little needy kitten would be quite interesting. Eleanor was excited for the evening and she was excited to show off just how well behaved her little witch was even when put under these conditions. She’d be all hers and Eleanor was not going to share her, only going to make others desire her without being able to touch. That was the real reason for the very big leather collar she slipped around Draven’s neck before the gala. She was hers. Tonight was not the only night Eleanor had dressed Draven. Since she had made the girl her pet, she had controlled her clothes. In the beginning, she decided on all of the clothes bought for her at the stores and allowed Draven to make her own outfits from the approved pieces, of course inspecting her each day. Since Draven has proven herself to be a very good girl, Eleanor has rewarded her in recent months, buying more pieces for her that fit the girl’s original punk style. Of course it was still so very classy as Eleanor could not stand how Draven dressed when she took her in. She knew the inspections were part of Draven’s favorite way to start the day. It was only fitting that she called her slut right now. Eleanor smirked, leaning in as Draven started to cum and nipped at her neck, moving up her jawline and kissing the trembling witch. Though there was fabric between her hand and Draven’s pussy, she still felt the wetness seep out when she came. Oh, such a good girl to have such a big reaction when she hadn’t done much at all. “Good girl.” Eleanor purred and kissed her. Hearing the secret name between them, she smirked and nipped at her lips. “You’re welcome. But do be careful with that name, my little kitten.” It was theirs and though no one had heard it this time, Ele wanted to keep it just theirs.
Truth be told Draven didn’t know how much longer she would be able to behave as well as she had been trained to. The moons effects were getting stronger by the minute and she was well aware that her restraint and inhibitions were beginning to slip. The fact was that she had gotten used to tolerate a whole lot under Eleanor’s tutelage and training. The witch knew what was expected of her and precisely how her mistress liked her. Constantly aroused, needy but submissive, obsessed with the vampire to a degree where all others fell away. At some point Draven had questioned what it really was they had. Because their connection and relationship was very different from other conventional ones. Was it love or simply the mix of control and power? Was it about the blood or being able to use her for her abilities? And yet at the end of the day she had come to realize that none of those things really mattered. She had been in love with Ele for a long time, and there was no one she trusted more. And if her mistress was using her, then Draven surely was using her right back. So it was mutually beneficial for them both. And it was more than worth the small sacrifices she had to make along the way. Her recent reward had been the one that so far meant the most to Draven. The bakery was proof that Ele not only thought she was trough with training but also that she had pleased her enough to be allowed to have something that was just hers. Able to work at something that made her happy, which in turn made Ele happy. It was not as if her working meant they were spending any less time together. Their mornings had slipped into a routine Draven couldn’t help but love. Though at this vermy moment she loved Eleanor the most. Panting a bit, she still managed to return the kiss, using it as an excuse to pull herself flush against the vampires body, pressing her own against hers and leaning into her a little as her balance was wonky at best. The praise didn’t escape her, though it did not make her any less wet either.. Gently taking ahold of Ele’s wrist, Draven brought the hand she had been humping to her lips, popping one finger at a time into her mouth to clean the skin with her tongue and lips, selfishly hoping to prompt Ele to touch her more. Heck to just drag her to the nearest room to devour all of her... “I’m sorry my queen.” she murmured. Her free hand kept sliding up and down her side, inching inward to trail her fingers along the bare skin of those silky thighs, though she somehow managed not to go further. “Please touch me.” she breathed, her eyes big and pleading, barely holding it together.
uptight smile instantly melts, even if momentarily. “ drav, ” ella breathes in relief, happy to see a familiar face. “ i’m so exhausted. ” she huffs turning slightly to her, swirling her drink around in the flute. “ yes. i hope it looks good. things like this it helps to have ocd. ” laughing with her friend as others pass them by the bows her head and smiles, still greeting, still attentive. “ our charbonneau’s have yet to make an appearance and i’m loosing it. i have half the mind to take you and zara and find them and start making out in front of them. ” she rants, gossiping among a friend. she’s speaking out of tongue but knows she’s safe with draven. “ i mean really, it’s not like we haven’t been on our best behavior and no fun before the party? cruel. ” she pouts playfully, crossing her arms across her chest. “ you look stunning drav. visionary. how are you fairing? ” ) *
Seeing Ella’s face going from effortful smile to and expression of relief tells Draven all she needs to know. The other, much like her knows they have to be on their best behavior in public. Even tonight their mistresses are sure to expect restraint and composure despite the strength of the moon. “You’re more than allowed to. Did you bring an energy potion? If not I have a few extra should you need. I have a feeling we’ll be needing some magical assistance tonight.” She replied with a knowing expression, though her eyes are warm. “It looks amazing Ella.” Draven is quick to reassure her friend. A wicked glint flashing in her eyes at Ella’s joke. Oh now that would certainly warrant a punishment worth enduring. “Eleanor would probably not mind a show. Though in front of your queen? She’d have my hide.” She chuckled underneath her breath. “No fun? That’s criminal.. I barely got time to put my make up on. Ele has had me on my knees for most of the day.” She shared with a wry smirk. She wasn’t complaining at the moment, but given the look in Eleanor’s eyes when she left Draven had a feeling her stamina and patience would be tested tonight. Ella’s pout is adorable, making her smile. “You look adorable pouting.” She can’t help but tease a little. Shrugging a little Draven gives a smile. “Thanks Ella. I’m trying not to think about it too much, if that makes sense? I’ve heard it’s going to get a lot worse the closer we get to midnight so..” she wrinkles her nose just a little. “Is this your first moon too?”
In the days leading up to the blood moon, Eleanor had told Draven all about it. She had only experienced one when she was still very young, but her family had been through many more and Dom had stories from before Eleanor was born. Still, experiencing one meant you knew what to expect. She was prepared, but Draven had questions and was quite adorable when she got curious. So, Ele had told her what she could perhaps experience. She had hoped Draven would feel the lustful fingers of the moon take control instead of the aggression and habit to fight. It would not be fun to have a feral pet for the evening. Though it seemed, she had nothing to worry about as Draven soon proved to be more aroused than she typically was and that was saying something. The dress with the collar was a lovely touch tonight. Usually, Ele loved playing with Draven like she was a doll to dress up. Especially when she dressed her in revealing clothes and made it clear to everyone that no one else could touch her pretty little witch. No matter how delicious she looked. Of course, sometimes events called for Draven to properly represent the Charbonneau name and Ele had her dress in very classy gowns to make her seem a proper lady. Ele chuckled and kissed Draven’s soft head. “I know you do, my pet.” She moved towards her ear so she could whisper hotly against the shell of her ear. “I trained you to always be my eager and obedient slut, didn’t I Draven?” She was feeling a little more possessive tonight with Draven, but the girl would love it, Ele knew her so well. It was such a treat to see the blonde hump her hand like a desperate animal, eager for any kind of friction with her mistress, not a thought in her head but Ele and the pleasure from humping her needy little pussy against her. It did not take long, but Ele did not expect it to. She smirked and leaned down to kiss Draven. “Yes, you may.” She gave her permission. Draven had been so good, still obeying her training even with the effects of the moon. Ele would take care of her like no one else could and she’d make sure Draven was so blissed out by the end of the night she wouldn’t remember her own name.
Draven had been relieved that Ele had answered her questions about the blood moon. While she had tried her best not to let her nerves about the evening show, especially as she knew they would be locked in after midnight. It was not out of a lack of trust in her mistress, but rather the knowledge that she would be experiencing something she had never had to handle before while in an environment where there would be so many creatures that were stronger than her and riled up to the point where they wouldn’t take no for an answer. It had gone over surprisingly well this far though. Her collar had to be making an impression despite the heavy lust. Being dressed according to her mistress desires was something Draven hardly thought about anymore. That was simply how clothing worked in her world. Whether she was going to be at the mansion all day or to work at the bakery or out to meet a friend, Eleanor always approved her outfits. Truth be told it was the witch’s favorite time of day.. The kiss to her head made her shiver, such a small gesture, yet it was such a reminder of what she was to the other. Hers. Owned. No part of her entirely her own or anyone else’s. Only Eleanors. A much harsher shiver went down her spine, being called ‘slut’ making her whine in response, finding that she couldn’t form coherent words. Not at this very moment. Not until she was allowed some kind of release. Despite asking for permission, Draven didn’t slow down or ease off. Instead she went faster, ignoring the protest of her muscles and the bitter sweet feeling of holding back. Once she had found it impossible to hold back. Being pushed to the point of sobbing or in complete hysterics from punishments following the inability to stop herself from cumming. Yet Ele had never given up on her. Or gone easy either but then again, training wasn’t supposed to be easy. All she heard was the ‘yes’, immediately stilling as she came hard, well aware that had it not been for the fabric of her dress, she would have squirted all over Eleanor’s hand. Instead wetness seeped from the dark material, finding its way out and down her thighs as she trembled and moaned, having to lock her knees in place to keep from falling or tipping down to sit on them. With very ragged and strained breathing, Draven opened her eyes to find Eleanor’s pretty eyes. “Thank you so much mon trésor.” Her words soft, and low as she didn’t want anyone else to hear the special nick name. Usually she wouldn’t risk it in public but it seemed that all of those around them were quite occupied.
For such events like tonight, Draven knew she was essentially Ele’s doll, to be dressed how Ele saw fit for the occasion. Still, she knew she had picked the right dress. Draven looked utterly delectable, and the dress was so slim and revealing that Ele would have no problem accessing her pet how she’d like. She could smell how aroused the little witch became as the night wore on. Not that Draven was never not aroused. She had worked hard to train her pet to always be aroused, even if she wasn’t around Eleanor and even if her mind was on something else Draven was still just a little aroused as a background feeling. But with the full moon, she could smell the desperation rising from the pretty blonde and knew that she was feeling the effects. Pulling her closer, Eleanor smirked at how she melted for her and she wanted her. She would forgive the use of the name Ele in a public place because she knew Draven could not think straight right now, or think of anything else but her mistress. “I’ve been letting you age like a wine, my dear.” She whispered against her lips and kissed her deeply. “Let the moon work you up so you’d be utterly desperate for me.” Eleanor had been feeling the effects all day and had indulged in having Draven kneel before her and eat her out while she did her makeup and hair. Now she knew the witch would be desperate for anything from Ele. She was so well trained, that even in her desperation she didn’t touch Ele or herself. Such a good girl. She’d have to be rewarded for it. Ele smirked and rubbed her hand harder, finding Draven’s soft and soaking lips through the fabric of the dress. She’d rip it open in just a second to take what was rightfully hers, but she wanted to have Draven cum just by humping her hand alone. “As you should be. Just the way I like you. Now hump my hand like a good girl and we’ll see if just the mere touch and though of me can get you off.” She stopped rubbing Draven’s lips and let her take over, expecting her to ride her hand like a good pet.
Draven knew what to expect from these kinds of events, though she had not been able to predict just how affected her mistress would be or how intense the moons effects on her would be. Being Eleanors always meant teetering on some kind of edge. Whether it be from touch, smell or simple words, Draven knew that her training conditioned her to be in a constant state of arousal, ready any second for her mistress. Eager to please and be paid attention to. Which was why she hadn’t been surprised at the choice of dress. Being dressed in revealing clothing was all too familiar to her now and it both meant Eleanor had easy access to her body and that she could show off Draven yet deny anyone else a taste. Which was symbolic really. The vampire princess had made damn sure Draven could never belong to anyone else, nor would have the need to look elsewhere. And while her training had prepared her somewhat for how she might be feeling tonight, anticipating the moon and actually feeling it was two very different things. Right now Draven was feeling unusually needy and unable to suppress the desperation that was clawing at her from the inside, threatening her to make moves that would for sure get her lightly punished. Which might be fine, but she’d much rather leave her pride behind and beg Ele to take care of her like no one else could. Normally she would have either a witty response or commend the use of metaphors, but as it were the witch could only softly moan in return. “Yes. Please. I need you.” Her words breathy and hoarse, eyes big and doe eyed, silently praying that the wait was now over. Because it really took everything she had left of willpower to keep her hands at her sides and not touch Ele. Shin contact could lessen it, but being good would always be rewarded. The sudden increase in pressure against her core had Draven gasp, well aware that what little fabric that did cover her was soaking wet by now. “Anything for you.” she nodded a little, not needing any further instructions. Luckily the task at hand was more than a little familiar, requiring little in way of thought. Swerving her hips rapidly, Draven found momentum to bounce from the knees up, humping Ele’s hand at a steady pace, finding that the friction and her worked up state easily sent her sailing towards that all too familiar edge. “P-Please my queen. Can I c-cum?”
clearing her throat she bows her head in greeting to them. posture straightens as she balances a flute of champagne in slender fingers. “ we’re excited for your arrival, ” she greets with a grin. she converses easily, perkily, a shinning welcoming face among the charbonneau queens. she was stressed beneath the cheery façade as she’d helped in planning the ball and wanted things to go accordingly. “ i take it your day has been well? ” but ella knew the weight of today & the weight the moon actually held. lifting her drink she takes a slow sip, peering at them through the glass. ) *
Draven had her polite and friendly face on as she had found a spot to stand in to greet guests like she was expected to without standing so people would accidentally brush up against her. This scrappy dress was making her squirm inside, though she had not been able to convince Eleanor of anything less revealing. Noticing Ella greeting people on her own, Draven discreetly moved over to where she was standing. “Oh you know full of preparations and such. Pretty well.” she replied at the question, giving the other one of her more genuine and easy going smiles. “Hows yours been? Did the Queens have you help out with all of this?” she asked, though she was expecting a yes.
When Eleanor first found Draven all those years ago, she had started to play the long game. She had eternality after all and how often was it one found an untrained and totally vulnerable witch? No coven to speak of, no knowledge of what she had been, and certainly no loyalties. Well, Eleanor had been quick to take Draven in that night and over the years she had become Ele’s pet, completely loyal and utterly enamored with her. The blood moon was starting to effect others and Ele watched with a smirk as people started touching and fucking each other in full display. Reaching over, she tugged Draven closer by the ring on the collar she made her wear tonight and pulled her in for a kiss. “Are you feeling the effects of the blood moon, little witch?” She inquired and nipped at her lips in order to draw blood before kissing her once more. Setting her drink down, she palmed at Draven’s core beneath the sheer fabric of her dress. “You are wet already, but I suppose you get wet so easily, don’t you pet?” Draven was her favorite and only pet, but she knew that having her rules continue tonight of not allowed to touch others would drive the witch crazy given the effects of the blood moon.
Normally, Draven gave two shits about what she was wearing. Over the years she had grown quite accustomed to Eleanor wanting her in outfits that showed a great deal of skin when they went to up scale events like this one. But tonight she found that her entire body was hot, making the fact that anyone could reach out and touch her skin quite uncomfortable. Damned dress.. Had it not been for the fact that she had attempted to talk her way out of this lacy thing already, and clearly failed, she might even have attempted to do so again. As it were she could tell Eleanor found her very attractive in this, which made the witch keep her mouth shut and tell herself she could do this. For Ele she could do anything. Noticing how people were beginning to loose themselves to the moon, Draven was already trying to pretend she wasn’t just as affected. Her throat felt scratchy and the dress was too tight and constricting, her heels annoying. All she wanted was to rip it all off, not to mention throw herself at the one person who she knew would make it all better. Being pulled in and then kissed caused the witch to moan, unable to keep from running her hands down Ele’s sides, though not doing anything she wasn’t told or asked to do like the good pet she was. “Yes.. good god, please Ele..” she breathed, as a desperate need to be touched surged over her, making her feel flustered and dizzy. She could hardly feel the sting of her bottom lip bleeding, especially when Ele’s hand found its way between her legs. Instinctively Draven rolled her hips, pushing her sex against Ele’s hand, hoping she would go further. “Hmm.. I’m always wet for you my queen.” Draven answered with a small smirk, glad that she had an advantage there. Besides, she expected Ele to take care of her tonight. Seeing as no one else was really allowed to.
DRAVEN LAVOIE, FEMALE, SHE/HER, PANSEXUAL, 24 is a WITCH in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble DOVE CAMERON. This one is known to be DETERMINED but can be RECLUSIVE. They work as a PASTRY CHIEF. They have TAKEN their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame.
Full name: Draven Lavoie
Age: 25 years old
Birthday: 31st of October 1995
Species: Witch
Draven was born in Quebec, Canada before her mother moved to a small town in Montana with her as a baby
Her father never showed up to the hospital when her mother was giving birth and Draven have never met him
What she doesn’t know is that he and her mother were both witches, passing their aptitude for magic to her. Her mother had ceased to use her magic for many years before Draven was born, and had planned on telling her daughter what she was when she felt like she was old enough
She was a wily and playful child with her own mind who loved to be creative and wasn’t afraid to stand out
Her mother never remarried, raising her daughter as a single mother in a small town in an old house that had originally been built as a hunting cabin which her parents gifted her when she told them she wanted to leave Canada and start fresh
Growing up Draven had a few friends here and there but she was never popular yet well liked
Mostly she was seen as a little weird and quirky because when she was upset or feeling any strong emotion, weird things would happen to the weather around her, more specifically the wind would shift and create small situations, sometimes accidents
Yet Draven always thought it was just coincidental and never thought more of it afterwards
Her mom worked as a nurse and struggled to make ends meet, so they were always behind on bills and short on food
Draven didn’t much like Montana but it was all she knew and when she graduated at 19 she had absolutely no idea what to do with her life
As a lot of teens in the small town had done before her, she found a job at a cafe and helped her mom out with the bills
Draven’s mother had always planned on telling her about their magical heritage but seeing her daughter so immersed in the human world she constantly postponed the talk
A year later, when Draven was 20, her mother died in a fatal car accident. Without having had the chance to tell Draven about her magic
Draven had spent most of the year both helping out and saving money for a trip to Los Angeles with two of her best friends
Because she and her mom had struggled financially for so long, the bank demanded their house as payment, leaving Draven without a home
Her friends convinced her to come on their LA trip after the very small and modest funeral, and while Draven really was in no state to go, she let them convince her that it was a good idea
The girl had been about 48 hours in LA before she had a meltdown on a street corner, missing her mom so badly she felt like she couldn’t breathe, creating a small storm
Eleanor Charbonneau was there, quickly learning trough conversation that Draven was a stray without a home or a family, though finding the girl more than a little appealing and her lack of ties to anyone else beneficial as she could easily find use for a witch loyal to her alone. A witch that she could take under her wing and use for what she or her mothers saw fit in the future.
She was the one to take Draven to see her mothers to learn what she was. An untrained air witch
Pledging her undying loyalty to The Society in exchange for protection, Draven was suddenly an active member of a supernatural community she had never known existed.
Eleanor found a competent, much older and experienced witch to help Draven learn how to use her magic and how to do witchcraft, the supreme of the Society’s coven of witches, Alix Figueroa. Draven has been eagerly learning all she can ever since.
Fairly fast Draven found herself drawn to the woman who had decided to take her under her wing, and before she knew it she was Eleanors pet, owing her life to her and learning new things about the supernatural world, her own powers and the vampires
Truth be told Draven couldn’t say she minded any of it. Eleanor had given her a home, helped her figure out what she was and wanted to do for a career; which they quickly figured out was baking and pastry, and she had given Draven a purpose as her pet
Its been four years since she went from being what she thought was a regular human girl, to a witch and pet to a daughter to the powerful vampires running LA
And while there has been some bumps along the way, Draven loves her life and can’t imagine it without Eleanor in it.
There’s no one she is more loyal to and at the end of the day, Eleanor’s opinion is the one that matters to Draven, no one else’s.
She’s recently been gifted a little bakery of her own by Eleanor and is working non stop to prove she can make the wheels of a business go round
Draven is witty and kind, but she is a bit of a recluse who prefers her own company or the company of only close friends
She used to be a real punk girl and still listens to the music a lot when she bakes or can go to a concert here and there, but her style had to severely change when she met Eleanor
Still she’s been allowed to dress closer to her own style for the past year, spurting darker colors of red and green but with cool patterns. Upscale punk is what she jokingly calls it.
Draven speaks french fluently as her mother primarily spoke french to her at home, making her bilingual.
She’s a very loyal friend who stands up for the people she loves in a heartbeat
Her bratty mouth has gotten her in quite a bit of trouble here and there long before she met Eleanor. And while it is something she didn’t consider too much before she has learned to never disrespect Ele or the royal family in public, though she and her mistress have slightly different rules behind closed doors when it’s just the two of them.
she is wide open for connections and all the plots please come bug me!!
