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Started November 11, 2020 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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I already made this chat. But I'm impatient and I really want to work on my baby Ollie. So here we go again lmao.

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So. I have a vampire bean who I want to work on. He and his "family" a group of noble vampires are waging war on the humans. For this RP, I thought that like- a human (I can be persuaded for it to be different) is captured, since they have valuable skills. Necromancer, dancer, magician, something of the sort (Nothing to op, you hear me?).

My vampire is in charge of taking care, swaying, and using the human for the vampires. However, he slowly begins to fall in love with his prisoner. We go from there. It's just a basic idea, but of course, we can add to it, or change it up!

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Some basic rules:

• I am better at writing LGBT+ relationships, it's just easier for me? So this will probably be gay.
• If smut becomes a thing, it will be moved to pm. Let me know at the beginning of the rp if you're okay with this or if you want to skip it.
• This will be bloody, gory, there will be mentions of sensitive topics so please for the love of god tell me what your triggers are. I don't want to hurt anyone.
• If I am not familiar with your style of roleplaying, or it has been a while, I will ask for an rp style.
  *Please no one liners, I'm not a huge fan of them. I understand if you're tired, or not up to it. Your replies can be short but please don't make it a habit.
• Don't be a dick, I think this should be self-explanatory.
• Have somewhat decent grammar? Okay? Okay.
• If you have an idea, let me know! Chances are, I'll want to hear it!

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"The moon is always there, no matter the time nor place. Just as I shall be for you."

Full Name: Oleander Silas Jasper
Name Information: Poisoned Flower, Forrest, semi-precious stone/treasurer
Nicknames: Oli, Oliver, Ollie
Code name/Aliases: Poison Master, Diplomat
Biological Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him/his
Sexual Orientation: Gayer than a rainbow circle
Age: Looks about 24
Date of Birth: December 21st
Zodiac: Sagittarius-Capricorn Cusp
Religion/Belief: Believes that God has abandoned humanity, not really an avid believer.
Species: Vampire
Alignment: Chaotic Good/Neutral
Blood Type: AB Negative
Class: High Class/Noble

"I like being named after a flower. People are blinded by its beauty and stabbed by its venom."

Appearance: Oli has pure white hair that reaches to the small of his back. It’s usually down with thin braids over his shoulders or adorning his hair. He has soft pale skin. His eyes are bright purple, with blue in the center, almond-shaped and heavily lashed. He has a small and lean figure, he’s the smallest of his siblings. He has fangs that rest at about 16mm, but they can become shorter or longer. He usually has tea in his hands, or some warm beverage. He always seems to be on edge, only ever relaxing when he’s in his comfort zone. He has talons that can retract and sharpen. He looks rather harmless compared to his siblings, but he’s just as powerful.
Height: 5’8
Weight: 143lbs
Scars: Various scars along his chest and back, a very large one along his back, reaching from his right shoulder to his left hip.
Tattoos: N/A
Piercings:Tongue, left ear has six piercings, right ear has four.
Birthmarks: N/A
General Outfit: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/198580664802562056/
Accessories: An assortment of rings, necklaces, and piercings.
Accent: Gentle Scottish
Distinguished feature: His eyes.

"Nothing burns like the cold."

Personality: Calm and gentle on the outside. He holds himself with pride and honors his deals. He’s empathetic, charming, rational and adaptive. He works with his surroundings and makes the best of it. He’s the quietest of his “family”, not speaking unless spoken to. His lips are tighter than a safe, he’ll reveal no one’s secrets unless absolutely necessary. He’s collected, analytical and logical about his decisions, but he’s not very good at handling his stress or finding healthy coping mechanisms. When he opens up, he has a wonderful sense of humor, and enjoys simple chats. Oli has an open mind to pretty much everything. He’s curious, with a sense of diplomacy. He loves to talk about philosophy, books, morals, and ideas. He leans on the more optimistic side of things. He’s very enthusiastic when he opens up. Most of the time, he has self-control, and acts very disciplined. He is responsible and has good manners. He's loyal to a fault, defending and protecting those that are important to him.
Obsessions: Different plants/poisonous plants, books, writing letters
Phobias: Astraphobia (Fear of Thunder and Lightning.)
Likes: Pouring over old books, research, the quiet, moonlight, snow, dancing, gardening, caring for animals, sweeter blood types, soft colors, comfortable beds, cooking, soft clothes, magic, snakes
Dislikes: Loneliness, being treated like a baby (he’s the youngest), thunderstorms, intense heat, crowded places, his personal space being invaded without permission, spiders.
Hobbies: Harvesting poisonous plants/venom from snakes, research, playing the cello

"Love could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyways." - Atticus

Weapons: Long Sword, whip, or daggers
Preferred type of Combat: Prefers long distant/to medium range attacks.
Weaknesses: Hand to hand combat
Strengths: Using a whip
Magic: Knows some basic magic
His sword is connected to his mind, he can move it without touching it
Abilities:
Superhuman strength, speed, and senses.
Rapid regeneration
High endurance
Levitation
Shape-shifting: turns into a cat
Poison use

"Family isn’t always blood."

Family:
Parents: Lost his parents when he was young. No parental figures in his “family”
Siblings: His two older brothers, older sister, and older sibling.
Draven: Alive (Brother) (Eldest)
Isidora: Alive (Sister) (Second Eldest)
Ascelin: Alive (Brother) (Middle)
Onyx: Alive (Sibling) (Younger)
Oleander: Alive (Main, sibling) (Youngest)
Pets: Three Cats: Cinnamon, Pepper, and Luna, a black ball python, Asmodeus and a wolf, Odin.

"Humanity simply needs a little push in the right direction."

Theme Song: Lovely (With Khalid) - Billie Eilish

"Heart made of glass."

The Reaper boredly watched the human walking to their unknown demise. The allyway dark, and the only light coming from the sliver of moon high in the night sky.
A rat scutted by, earning a look of disgust from the Reaper. A moment of distraction, and before she could look up again the shouts erupted. She sighed deeply, breathing in the sour smell of the alleyway, and followed the shounds of the shouts.
A few vagrants here and there, but none looked at her.
Only the dead and dying could see a reaper. See Death as it came to claim them.

(Ahhh, here ya go.)

Full Name: Estaban Marín
meaning: last name means Sailor (which is just a pun on my part)
nickname: Ban
Gender: Male
pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: pan
age: 26
Dob: TBD
Species: human
occupation: high risk trader (pirate) (this can be subject to change if need be)
Alignment: chaotic idiot/ neutral good
Class: was born lower, is currently middle
Hair: dark drown, almost black. Wavy, but gettys super frizzy when humid. Reaches just past his ears, and is often falling into his eyes when not slicked back
Facial hair: goatee
Eyes: hazle, round. Tends to sqint alot, so they look alot smaller then the actual are.
Ethnicity: 50% Spaniard the rest is a mosh pit
skin: darker tone, has awful tan lines that he refuses to even try to even out
Body type: has more muscel to his upper body then lower.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 220
scars: none that are too distinctive. The bigest one runs from his shoulder to his elbow (its mainly covered by a tatto). The rest are littered about him.
Tattos: his mothers name on his right wrist (Valentina). swirls that creep up his left arm and go all the way to his bicep.

Personality: was the whole yolo personality going on. Doesn't think life is worth living unless theres atleast some risk to it. Adrenaline junky. Doesn't like to be soft and vulnerable, but can be. He's alwasy taken a softer side when around his mom. Has a pretty good sense of humor. Can and will flirt (hes awful at it). Always up for a good brawl. Estaban loves acting on impulse, and being spontaneous.
likes: hanging out with his mom when he's in town, telling her about his adventures. Beer, Exploring, and dogs.
Dislikes: men who dont drink their respect women juice.
Fatial flaw: a low-key alcoholic. Drinks when upset, and to escape reality from time to time. Also drinks to celebrate. Basically Estaban looks for any excuse to drink.
Family:
Valentina Vresto Marín (mother) (alive)
(Father is unknown, and believed to be dead)

(Lmk if anything needs to be added or fixed :))

(Oh yeah totally!)

Wrong place wrong time. For once in Estaban's life he regretted drinking the night before. Not only did he have no idea where he was, but he could hear someone somewhere talking.
With a grunt he stood and dusted himself off. His head was killing him. Estaban scanned his soundings, noticing that it all seemed rather…fancy. he dreaded having to explain this to who ever lived in this house. No he was not there to steal, yes he looked like a pirate. The voices where rather muffled, but as he got closer he could make out certain words like Night, and Attack.
Maybe he could just sneak out? They'd never even know he had been there. Heck, he was still trying to figure out how he had gotten there.

The five siblings stood around a table, talking about their next moves. Oleander, as usual, was sitting back and casually drinking a glass of blood. Isidora was going over the plans, looking as regal as ever. She explains a few things and glances over at Draven and he nods in agreement. Onyx was sharpening their battle axe, and Ascelin was going through an old book that held different entrances and advantage points. Oleander would give his input every so often before he picked on some noise.
Outside, two guards were taking their usual patrol. Estaban never would have heard them coming. Silently, they knocked the man out and one knocked sharply on the war room door.
Oleander stood, easing his siblings as he walked to the door and answered, a brow raised, "This better be- ah. I see. Siblings. We have a visitor."
Ascelin looked up from his book. "This better be good." He sets it down and walks to his younger brothers side before looking at the guards. "Take him to the cells. I want to know exactly how much he knows."

If Estaban hadn't had a headache before, he sure did now. There where spots in his vision as he slowly came too, and a horrible throb. "God's above," he mumbled. What exactly had happened? One minute he was trying to sneak back out, the next he was here. Where evere here was?
Estaban forced himself to get up. How long had he been out? His side was aching from the floor. Bars, he though. Panick flooding in. This was a cell. He had been caught, and surely wouldn't be getting out anytime soon.

The cells were warm enough to keep the cruel winds of winter out, but only barely warm enough to keep a human warm. Estaban was left wearing only the bare minimum. Everything on him had been removed. The cells were cold and empty except for a guard that didn't seem fazed by the cold.
This is how prisoners were often treated. Stripped to the bare minimum. Starved for a few days, left without water. When they did ask for water, only a barrel of cold water was poured over them. The cells were oddly clean however. Not a single speck of dirt, warm running water in the pipes to keep the cells at a decent temperature.

Estaban spent the first day pacing his cell, trying to keep warm. At one point he'd tried to talk with the guard, plead his innocents. But they just ignored him.
On the second he'd regretfully asked for water. That day he'd spent shivering in the corner, hands tucked in his arm pits and knees drawn to his chest.
The third day he had tried to come up with an escape plan. He couldn't think of one that would actually work. Estaban considered playing dead and jumpping the guard if they came to check on him. But considering how easily they'd taken him down, he doubted it would even work.
The fourth day was the worst by far. He was cold, shaky, and hungry. Not to mention the serious craving for ale.