Full name: Martin Haul
Age(how old they appear and how old they actually are): Looks like he’s 25, actually 115 so he’s kinda young for an immortal
Birthday: June 6, 1905
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pan
Social Status: Fairly we’ll know due his occupation as a model
General Appearance(image is okay): Golden-Brown eyes, tousled white hair, very dark skin, and a slim jaw.
Distinguishing marks(freckles, tattoos, piercings): He has a tattoo of devil horns at the base of his neck
Clothing style: He’s kinda stuck in the late 80s but that’s back in style so he blends in pretty well
Likes: Seymour, Black coffee, drinking games, candles
Dislikes: Cats, social media(he just doesn’t get it), Bad food
Occupation(if any): Armani Model
Pets(if any): An albino ferret named Seymour
Vampiric Abilities(pick two): Empath(can read emotions), Suggestion(Can changes memories or elicit a response by suggestion)
Other: ~
Full name: Eclipse Moonglow
Age: appears to be early 21 is actually about 220 years old.
Birthday: October 5th. (Don't ask me for the year I don't know.)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi, I think.
Social Status: Think Batman minus Alfred and the public profile. And minus the huge mansion. He has a decent sized house on the edge of whatever city we're doing this in, and a lot of cash thanks to his "job".
General Appearance: https://pin.it/xzq5uUS Like that but with black hair and brown eyes, and his clothing would be darker colors too.
Distinguishing marks: Black wolf tattoo on right shoulder, and claw-like scars on the left side of his jaw.
Clothing style: Black hoodie and jeans and a pair of good hiking boots on your regular day, the hoodie can be switched out for a leather jacket depending on his mood.
Likes: Wolves, Books, Mythology, Camping, Knives, Mocha, Shadow.
Dislikes:Violence, Lies, Abuse, Tea, Spicy foods.
Fears: His father.
Occupation: Sometimes works as a vigilante assassin when he gets bored.
Pets: Cats. three of them.
One is black, his name is Shadow.
One is gray, his name is Tea.
One is black and brown, her name is Mocha.
Vampiric Abilities: Illusion casting/creating. (Can create illusions to make a room/person/thing look different/like something it isn't. (Ex: Making a rock look like an apple. Making a rifle look like a branch. Making a Guy look like a girl. CANNOT make a tray look like a pebble. Object must have similar size/shape/weight for illusion to be effective.)
Empathic (Can sense, and sometimes manipulate other's emotions to his own advantage. (Ex: Lulling a target into a sense of security, Amplifying things like hesitation or nerves into something like fear as an intimidation tactic)
Full name: Cassara (Cass) Amaci
Age(how old they appear and how old they actually are): Appears 22, is about 251 years
Birthday: April 6th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight, but never was into long-lasting relationships
Social Status: She has many friends, but she likes to lay low. Her friends come and go, but she never cared much. She's switched among multiple jobs, meeting acquaintances, making friends… but she's usually just been a loner.
General Appearance: she stands about 5"9. her hair is a warm chestnut brown tied in a low tail down her back with matching amber eyes. She has light olive skin and a thin pear-shaped body.
Distinguishing marks(freckles, tattoos, piercings): Not to mention her sharp teeth, she also often likes to cut a split in her left eyebrow. Light freckles appear on her cheeks in the summer.
Clothing style: Nothing more than blue jeans, a large hoodie, and sneakers. When she's feeling fancy, she might wear a knitted sweater and black boots instead.
Likes: Food, movies, music, the beach (collects seashells!), dancing
Dislikes: disloyalty, animals, loud noises
Fears: commitment, (large) animals, storms
Occupation(if any): currently: a chef at a low-key, 70's themed diner. Has been: waitress, assistant, movie critic…
Pets(if any): X
Vampiric Abilities(pick two): Animal Control (despite the fact that she hates animals) - can easily tame and control animals (the larger the animal, the harder it is to control)
Speed - She's not the flash, but she can run and do anything about 3 times as fast as the average human.
Other: She used to use her animal control abilities a lot when she had pets, but she was attacked once by a bear of some kind. (it wasn't a normal bear, it was mutated somehow). Her speed isn't used much, she likes to blend in
So how should they run into each other? Or are they already friends?
Maybe they meet at some fancy party? Cassara could be a hired chef, and your boi could be a guest. And Idk maybe mine either crashed it out of boredom or is on a "job"?
That works. Who wants to start?
Not me please, I tend to be bad at starting.)
I'm bad at it too - but I'll give it a shot. Here we go…
Cassara ran around the kitchen, barking orders at her crew. The smells of food and drinks filled the room, overwhelming her. But Cass got used to it, she always did.
"Cass, somebody wants to meet with you," said a voice from the kitchen door. Cass wiped her hands on her apron and hung it up. When somebody wants to see the chef, it's usually to compliment the food. She sighed, tired of meeting people, and walked out the door.
It was the first time she got a good look at the ballroom. Red illuminated the room in an eerie light, reflecting off of golden chandeliers. A band played in the back of the room, and in the corner were poker games and pool tables. The rest of the room was either the dance floor or filled with tables lined with red tablecloths and gold plates and wine glasses.
It was a bit much for Cass. By the time she had reached the beaming man looking to compliment her, she had had several glasses of wine and assorted cakes pushed at her. Cass rushes out of the party, and went back to where she felt comfotable. The kitchen.
(Sorry, it's quick and short. I've been so busy)
Martin sat at one of the tables littering the room, doing his best to smile and nod at whatever people were saying. He had been to many of these parties and frankly they never got more interesting than the 70s. Making out with Elton John on a hotel rooftop wasn’t exactly something you forget. He wasn’t sure why he was invited but he also didn’t know what or who the party was for but he had learned not to question it. All the beautiful people were there, shaking hands and sipping wine as if it was all they could do. He had picked at the dinner but everyone else seemed to enjoy it so he did his best to fake it. He even went as far as to call out the chef to complement her. Poor girl. Something about her had seemed a bit off but the noise and hustle from the party had thrown off his senses. Everyone at the table started laughing so he joined in, eager to leave early but with a good reputation. Vampires may be nocturnal but at over 100 beauty sleep isn’t optional.
Eclipse let out a long sigh as he picked at his dinner, watching the room from his chosen spot at a table on the outer fringes. He didn't like these parties, and he definitely didn't like people all that much either. In fact all he really wanted right now was to get this over with and return to his house and his cats. But no, for now he was stuck here until he could get the chane to sli the vial of poison that was hidden in his pocket into the drink of one of the many rich people that were here. He smirked a little at the thought of the confusion and alarm that would erupt later when the man dropped dead.
But until then he would try to enjoy the food, making a mental note to compliment the chef later.
If she wasn't being paid so much for this job, she would've walked out hours ago. Loud, fancy gatherings weren't exactly her favorite. As she roamed about the ballroom, fixing orders and talking to the guests, she started to take notice of a couple of people. Cass had a knack for picking out the loners, the people who didn't want to be here. Although, she never understood why you'd go to a party if you didn't want to be there, even after a couple of hundred years of doing this.
She felt like them. All she wanted to do was go back to working at the diner. No loud music, no drunk men, no snobby, rich, fancy people. What would happen if I quit, right here, right now? She seriously considered it, while absent-mindedly sipping some drink and listen to a group of women talk up her food. Cass wished something would happen that'd let her escape from here. Anything, something… please, she silently prayed to somebody or something. She didn't really know much about that kind of stuff.
