#calamity.intro

[shiverrinqs]

INTRODUCING:

THE GOD OF PLEASURE

BASICS

Name:  Dante Bacchus

Age:  989

Height:  6′  0″

Species:  Fallen  

Orientation  :  panromantic,  pansexual

Frequents:  Angel’s Venom

Occupation:  Owner of Angel’s Venom

Residency:  Northside

Fun  Fact:  Over his long life, Bacchus has collect hundreds of souls. The ones he has in excess he keep in little soul gems. He has a few stashes of these gems in a couple of places, for when ever he’s in a quick bind. He has a bag in his home, in his safe at AV and at Esmeray’s home.    

RELATIONSHIPS

Significant  Other: Esmeray Black

Significant  Relationships: Caspian Black ( son) Evanora Bile: Friend Lan Darquen : Drinking Buddies

BACKSTORY

Guardian angels are perhaps the most popular kind, probably because we all know how fragile life can be. We desperately need protection from unexpected circumstances and unseen dangers.

He had no mother, no father. He had the creator, one of thousands; Myriad on Myriad, they filled the heavens. Created for a specific purpose in mind, a duty ingrained in them from the moment of their creation. Some were horsemen; bringers of destruction, some were warriors for their creator, wielding their power in the name of the light. There were angelics meant to watch humanity, to guide them, to protect them. To make sure their kind wasn't wiped out.

From the moment his eyes opened, and he knew right and wrong. Taking up the nameless pledge with wordless vows. It was a pledge of the heart, the vow of honor. To watch over those most precious, the rays of light born into a world that grew darker and darker; as the days were long and the night grew short. In his long existence: he watched hundreds of them. Brave, honorable men and women. Excellent and kind; honest and just; allowing their light to shine and guide the way for others to follow so that hopefully, some good can come out of so much darkness.

But Bacchus heart started too long for things. To covet the things of man, to lust for them, crave them. It was slow, an urge he tried to fight. Doubling his efforts, he focused on his charges, making sure they were protected.

She had been his favorite. Arya, one eye the color of rain, the other a rich brown, hair dark as the heavenly night sky. Not every human gets a champion, but there are a few that need one. Because they are meant to bring about change the world needs. It's said when a Light of the world dies, it pushes everyone towards darkness quickly. There were so few of them as the centuries went on. Arya was unique, and he'd been the angel meant to keep her alive. he was gifted the -- honor over Guarding one of the light. And Bacchus was the one that let the Light die. Because what he wanted was to indulge, to overindulge. To get lost in what felt so good.

Not much can hurt them, even those who have fallen. No magic strong enough to kill them that isn't from an Avenging Angels blade. When Arya’s light went out-- it felt like he was on death's door. The pain was so -- acute. He knew what it was in the moment, and he felt the connection to his brethren severed, felt the Creator's Light pull away from him. Felt the darkness swallow Him whole. His sin isn't gluttony-- Bacchus' sin was letting his charge die. He was her guardian angel, and he failed her. And so he fell, cast off from the light, meant to exist in darkness for the rest of his days.

A  LITTLE  DEEPER

-After his fall, Bacchus was revered as a god in some circles. God of wine, revery and pleasure. Some humans offered up their souls, some offered him riches, some offered to serve him. Of course he wasn’t the only one. They had all fallen together, become gods and goddesses among humanity.  they inspired, songs and tales about them, you can find some of these tales-- if you know where to look.

-when being worshiped got a bit boring, the group of ‘gods’ separated. bacchus traveled the world far and wide. indulging in all the pleasures that was no his to try. quickly forgetting about everything he lost before.

- stumbling into calamity, he found a place that fit his nature. filled with other dark creatures like him.  he bought angel’s venom as a joke but now he’s finds he likes it. pleasure , sex and fun is what he sells and all are welcome.

CONNECTIONS

BACCHUS AND ARIADNE - ( esmeray black) : The legend goes that Aradne lover sails away, abandoning her on the deserted island. While Ariadne rests the god of wine, Bacchus, comes upon her and instantly falls in love. The reality is a little less dramatic-- mostly. And her name is Esmeray not Ariadne but either way-- even if he hasn’t admitted it out loud. The moment he saw his little witch  he instantly fell in love. She is strong, powerful, beautiful. There is little he hasn’t and wouldn’t do for her.

THE PANTHEON- (Open 4): They were god among men, well that is what the humans thought of them. Streaks of light followed them as they descended down from the heavens. They were lifted from the pits they made. Fed, washed, clothed, loved by the people , the Pantheon went on like this for centuries. Stories and songs written about them, souls given freely. It is said they will never run out of souls they’ve collected so many. But as  times change the Pantheon separated. Not knowing that centuries later they would all reunite in the state of Calamity.

#calamity.intro #°◦—god of pleasure #°◦—dante bacchus

[cavernovs]

Izara “Kit” Levine

➵  BASICS

NAME: Izara Levine GOES BY: Kit, Iz. AGE / D.O.B: 3rd September, 2098.  [ 32 yo ] FACECLAIM: Zoe Kravitz GENDER & SEXUALITY: Cis-Female, Bi.  HOMETOWN: The Hideout CURRENTLY: Lupis SPECIES: Human Werewolf PACK: Kaelstrom ROLE: Unranked. 

➵ TRAITS

POSITIVE: Loyal, Determined, Protective, Humorous. NEGATIVE: Impulsive, Troubled, Detached, Untrusting.

➵  BIOGRAPHY

A single moment has more power than any creature would dare admit; a split second; a mistake; an error of judgement that decides the fate of the next second, and then the next… until there’s no more seconds left.

Until death comes with claws extended and rips the life from a body it claims. There is nothing sanctimonious about it, there is no pleasant drift off into an ocean to be taken by darkness. It is brutal, unforgiving and without mercy. The only comfort that clouds the minds of those prey to their own misdeeds, is the haunting curse of hindsight.

The what if’s; the if one could turn back the clock and change something —- those futile little pleads can be heard, loudly, but often, it’s even more regrettable than succumbing to the inevitable abyss.

Consider how lucky one must have to be to ever choose their fate, and those who would never see the chance; torn from everything they once new.

That’d be enough to incite their own sharpened teeth of judgement; vengeance that reminds all standing like the untouchable gods they believe to be; an envious and bitter existence… because there are far worst things than death.

There’s always been stories of things that go bump in the night. Often passed down from one generation to the next, real horrors that would sicken the unsuspecting. And what young impressionable child ever expects to hear the chilling tales detailing how monsters stole the lives of lost loved ones? The kind of beasts that send little girls to bed with one eye open and invoke nightmares the moment that eye falls shut.

Because it does only take a moment.

And the difference between those little children and Izara Levine, was that Iz would wake up the next morning.

Not everyone had the blessing of being protected by magical wards, guardians who ensured she was prepared for the never ending war of the species; a childhood without wool over ones eyes. She’d sleep with a blade beneath her pillow, knowledge of exit strategies in every room and made promises she didn’t understand to ensue the continued safety of her people.

It didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid to go to bed every night, that when the doors locked, she’d not scamper through the dark — crawl through those little shortcuts that curious children discovered when their guardians weren’t looking, and find a reason to no longer be scared.

Axel Reyes was her reason.

And he had been since she could write her own name, then later his — and then still when they both signed off papers for hunting parties in the years after.

She was a spirit, always smiling — fuelled by the belief that they were protecting their kind from the creatures of the outside, she did everything she thought was right then. And always the mischievous one sneaking additional crafting supplies onto their exploration parties, roped her best friend Mal into such misdeeds. She had an eye for recycling the things lost to time, and making them anew. Trinkets she could artfully redesign for the young children, another kind of gift for Axel and eventually, on a larger scale, structurally adjustments to the Hideout.

She liked the carpentry, the paint that clogged up the cracks in her scouting gear. A knife her pallets tool soaked in drying paint, often clamped between teeth as her hands busy away with her makeshift tool belt.

The Kit she was rarely seen without. From art supplies, to crafters tools, to bandages. Izara liked to be prepared for it all — when creativity struck; when the world became a little too much for someone who were forced to enter the outside as a warrior and not an artist.

That was only for within the walls of the Hideout.

Eventually, it became a a running joke “Kit” became her doted name - and emergency response would just be “Get Kit”, and everyone just knew she’d come running. 

She came running when Malcolm went reported missing too. Her closest companion, besides Axel - her love, to have been swiped from the safety of the Hideout and lost to the outside. The one that became a vision of the horror stories she’d been told as a child. Thus came the nightmares, the persistence to try do something about the humans ever dwindling numbers. 

Axel and Kit had been inseparable, two warriors devoted to the cause; everyone knew. 

Just as it became obvious that Izara and Axel were not sharing a bed because she was avoiding nightmares anymore.

They were good; a team, had secrets between them that would never be voiced to another soul. Bravely fierce in how they pursued love, nobody made her smile quite like Reyes could. Or laugh, or gave her quite the muse to mural the hunters quarters to most of the others’ dismay.

So came the ring.

And so came the downfall of it all.

The mistake.

A miscalculation, a strategist’s error that put Izara and her team of six others in the hunting party when she pursued a lead on Malcolm that put her in the midst of a wolves den. Like cattle wandering into the wrong direction - a misread of a map that sent them six miles Souther than intended. It hadn’t crossed their minds then, not until the first cry for help came.

She remembered dropping her gear, knows she ran to help, fingers in her tool kit for some concoction from a scientist to get their scent away. Anything that’d get them out of there unscathed. But too many moments late.

Limbs look fake when they’re detached from a torso, surreal like a dark painting one couldn’t stop looking at; morbid curiosity to most of humanity. Izara couldn’t outrun wolves if she dared tried, and fighting them was equally as futile considering their numbers.

She wasn’t supposed to survive, she knew that.

Whilst the pain that tore through her backside and shoulder made her throat hoarse from screaming. There was nobody who’d come to her aid. And it might’ve been a whole day of clawing injured body through mud and grime before a miracle came; a scout from another raiding group found her delirious, with an impossible fever.

They thought she would die from that if not from blood loss or an infection from untreated wounds. When they realised why she was fighting so hard and that she had the potential to live through a transformation, she was suddenly an enemy of her own. Contained like an animal who might go feral.

“Don’t let Axel see.”

The only thing more painful than a wolves canines leaving her scarred and infected, was when Reyes did see.

And when he let her go.

She’s haunted by that night, plagued with memories that remind her of what she’s lost almost a decade ago. Forced into a new life in a world she grew up determined to eradicate - an irony that angers the beast inside her.

She’d had to become something she always told herself she hated. Join the ranks of a new system she barely understood, got on a first name basis’ with creatures she never considered would ever have a damn name. Left her wondering if she’d been wrong all those years ago to be a careless killer.

She still remained to be one, but with a savagery she had little choice in.

Kit remains a crafter, found odd jobs across the state for businesses that required something that only art could capture - she still believed magic couldn’t recreate real creativity. She started smiling again, albeit, formed from a broken place.

But she never aired where she came from if she could help it, a new fear that despite how near a decade of adjustment had treated her with as much kindness as a slow falling sledgehammer. Kit wasn’t about to trust them with any of it. 

She’d always been a survivor, but she refuses to be defined only as a victim of a tragedy. 

➵  CONNECTIONS

AXEL REYES / Human / Ex-Fiancé. MALCOLM DEVEROUX DAVENPORT / Human Vampire / Best Friend [Thinks he’s dead.] LUCKY JONES ADAMS / Human / Friend & Liason

➵  ADDITIONAL

Bit of a rag-tag-esque approach to everything and anything. 

Axel let her go free from the Hideout after she was bitten six years ago with the promise that he would kill her if he ever saw her again. Three of those years she was considered lone, struggling to trust or integrate into the supernatural world and made few allies that eventually assisted her with what would be the following three years more pack friendly and ready. 

Kit wears her engagement ring on a chain around her neck because she’s a sentimental little bean. 

Does have the Kaelstrom tattoo on her arm, but it took her a while to get there.

Free spirited, attempts to humanise where she can and finds it difficult to view all supes as friendly as the few she’s grown closer to.

A little rough around the edges type of gal. An entire list of bad habits she doesn’t think are actually bad habits but are most certainly definitely bad habits. 

Handmade Kit at her waist 90% of the time, tools and first aid equipment etc. She’d feel naked without her belt and she has everything in there, she’d swear to it. 

Reluctant to befriend anyone on the first encounter; trust issues through the roof; old habits die hard, she might pull a knife first and then get your name. 

Hasn’t been in contact directly with the Hideout for nearly a decade. It’s probably all changed since she remembers it, but she low-key treasures those memories and listens for anything through the grapevine that’s happening there. But she’s never tried to go back. Lucky stayed in infrequent contact with her and fed her little updates about those she cares for that she had to leave behind. 

Lies to anyone who asked where she came from beyond: lived north, neutral territory and assisted a witch for some time. 

Anyone who’d been in or is affiliated with the hideout for over a decade would probably know/recognise her if they saw her on a second glance, maybe. 

Will fearlessly street paint anywhere that’ll allow her to without disturbance, she’ll be the Banksy of Calamity, just watch. She signs all her work off as: K. [For Kit.] She isn’t fussed on anonymity, but she wouldn’t want anyone from her old life to turn their attention her way.  

➵  WANTED CONNECTIONS [TBA]

THE STRATE-SHIT [0/1] - The idiot of a strategist that sent Kit’s raiding party in the wrong direction and made the supply run a suicide mission. This could be anyone, perhaps they’re no longer in this rank/are no longer in the hideout or have never owned up to their error and are living in denial and bliss. But she knows mofo, she knows. 

CANINES AKIMBO [0/1] - The obvious one, the wolf that bit her and massacred her team. Anyone wanna own up to that, would likely be a pack wolf opposed to a rogue as it’s a lot of damage to do for a singular wolf. But perhaps it was a mix of all since they were just ... wandering southside like deer, psh.

THE INSIDER [0/1] - Okay, so she ain’t exactly keeping tabs on the Hideout and her ex-lover, but she certainly tried to contact someone she trusted to give her the updates about whether those she loved and cared about are alive and well. But she wouldn’t want anyone to know that she’s doing that, and they probably link up like once in a blue moon with some grumpy ass conversation & likely would have lately told her about Axel’s role of Commander & Damien’s leave. 

#calamity.intro #bio

[deathbeckons]

Name: Kondor ‘Kon’ Tarren Species: Merfolk Role: Noble FC: Brandon Quinn

hello welcome this is my massive grump unless you’re Andrew or a sibling of his the grump remains. it may slow it’s roll for some though, looking at you Katya. here’s some info:

Kon is extremely stubborn and hardheaded. when he gets an idea in his head, there’s no getting it out. hence how his parents haven’t managed to force him to marry yet, and will never do so (unless something terrible happens and he has literally no other choice). 

his family are supposed to believe that merfolk are the superior species, and of course he agrees, he just doesn’t go flaunting it around. though, if you bite he bites back so... 

he will always one hundred percent stand by each and every one of the Zander clan, despite complications from his previous implications with Andrew. He tries not to let them get in the way though. He knows if he had to choose between protecting Andrew, and protecting any one of the Zander’s, it would be Andrew every time. He’s often thought of replacing the mans guard, but doesn’t wish to overstep.

he is also fiercely protective of his sister, Ariel, despite the fact that she can definitely take care of herself well enough without him.

uhhh that’s it for now i’ll add stuff as i think of it

#calamity.intro #kon intro

[ofxdarkness]

:･ﾟ ♔ ▸ ( margot robbie, 26 (unknown), female, she/her, demon, succubi ) It’s been a while since we’ve seen PERSEPHONE ‘SEPH' XOKOLETH . I hear they’re a DEMON/SUCCUBUS and they reside on the EAST. They’re known to frequent HYPNOS & TOS and have made a place at DOMINION. Some may say they act RECKLESS & POSSESSIVE, while others claim they are CHARMING & LIGHT-HEARTED. With that being said, they’ve found the State of Calamity.

• do. not. call. her. persophone. 

• do. not. ask. if. she. is. the. greek. persophone. (because she is)

• as old as time itself, seph barely remembers the day she was born. she spent centuries in hell torturing the damned, sneaking to earth only to feed and then going back to continue her parents’ bidding. one of the most responsible demons out there, a perfect trophy daughter some may say.

• but as time went by, she would sneak to earth more and more, finding it quite better there. she loved it there. the thrill, the passion...the all-you-can-eat human soul buffet. she chose to leave the hellscape and found herself at the dominion.

• she is quite different than most succubi. she rarely kills her human feeders, finding humans to be rather interesting. however, don’t mistake that for weakness. she’s a soldier and has no greater pleasure than to fight. she uses a special kind of demon blades that were forged in hell.

• a charmer through and through. quite spoiled.

• wanted connections: - lovers - enemies - human souls she feeds on constantly - mother/father-like figure

#calamity.intro #( intro. )

[envy-fallen]

( Alex Hogh Anderson, Seven hundred and seventy-three, Male, He/Him, Fallen,) It’s been a while since we’ve seen MALAKIAH. I hear they’re a FALLEN and they reside on the EASTSIDE. They’re known to frequent HYPNOS (when they’re not busy OWNING THE UNDERPASS) and have made a place on THE EDGE OF THE BELWYN FOREST. Some may say they act IMPULSIVITY & CONCEITED while others claim they are ARDENT & PROLIFIC. With that being said, they’ve found the State of Calamity.

                             TW: Anxiety, claustrophobia, murder, gore.  

Name: Malakiah Age: Seven-hundred and Seventy-three Birthday: November, Eighteenth Birth place: Unknown Sexuality: Homosexual

Place of Work: Owner of The Underpass Place of Residence: Edge of the Belwyn Forest, Eastside

Tattoos: Chest piece of roses and thrones, American Style Swallows on his hands, and ‘Hellish’ tattooed in script across his right ass cheek. Scars: Large, thick, scar that comes around his right cheek bone, down across the right side of his lip. He also has a lot of scarring on his left leg, around the hip area.

Hair Colour: Black Hair Style: Short on the sides, longer down the middle. Normally pushed back. Curly when not styled. Eye Colour: Blue

Hobbies: Hiking, Generally working out, Drinking, Smoking, Messing with People, Going Out, Guitar, Piano. Introvert or Extrovert

Good Traits: Charming, Ardent, Prolific, Good Humoured, Blunt, Out-Spoken, Independent, Flirtatious, Laid Back,  Dedicated, Creative. Bad Traits: Impulsive, Conceited, Vicious, Anxious, Emotional, Forgetful, Jealous, Possessive, Controlling, Selfish, Temperamental.  

History:

  For Malakiah, being young, a child, isn’t something he can remember. He simply remembers being. That in his first moments he was given a task as an angel and that was that. A duty to fulfil perfectly. That was all he was going to do for the rest of eternity. He was placed with a fairly simple job. He was to sit and write down the names of every human that died in a single day. It was incredibly boring. All Malakiah knew for about a hundred years was a single room and the sound of voices repeating names in his head. Names that needed to be written down. That was it. His life, day in and day out. Even if he wanted to leave or see something else, wanting such a thing was considered a sin. At the time no one really knew what would happen if an Angel sinned. At the time, Malakiah feared that if he rebled, he would simply stop being. Although, as the years ticked on, and nothing changed, Malakiah began to wonder if no longer being would be better than spending even a second more writing names. 

And then the first of the Angels began to fall. 

Watching them fall was one of the first things outside of his room that Malakiah ever saw. He hated them deeply for having the freedom he had begun to crave. What would they do with their lives? Would they explore the whole of the earth? What would they feel? Taste? Touch? See? Malakiah grew jealous of all those who had cut ties with the other Angels and gained freedom from it. His envy grew and that was his first sin. Craving freedom turned into a hatred for those who had it while he did not. Malakiah can still remember the moment that thought ran through his head. The moment he didn’t push it aside but embarrassed the envy. Feeling Envy freely lead to his fall. 

One moment he was doing his work, the next he was in pain. Twisting and ripping through the air. His wings twisting in ways they shouldn’t have ever moved. He could not do anything to stop himself and yet there was no fear. In fact, Malakiah couldn’t help but laugh. Was this it? His wish for freedom was going to kill him? He had wanted so badly to do anything else but his duty and now he had just that? And the best part? He had chosen this. The rush of it all caused a smile to cross his lips, and a laugh to leave his lips. He tried his best to take in the surrounds that washed around him as he fell. See everything he could see. Feel the wind around him and smell the earth. Sometimes, even to this day, he has dreams of that moment. 

When Malakiah hit the ground, the pain came. His left leg shattered, and hip dislodged from its normal resting place. Strange enough, Malakiah did not scream or cry. This new feeling called pain was something altogether new. He could not help but enjoy the rush of his blood. The way his heart pounded in his chest and his head spun. The enjoyment did wear off and the tears came shortly after he realized he could not really move. What was left of his wings were useless and his leg was wrecked. Thankfully a human family stumbled across Malakiah and took him in thinking he was an angel. He did not fight them or correct them as they helped set his leg as best they could and patch him up. 

Being bed ridden might have driven others crazy but in that time Malakiah experienced so much. He continued to feel that pain, that discomfort that was still fresh. He felt the heat of fire for the first time and the cold of night. He ate food and talked to the family that had saved them. He asked so many questions about the earth and how they lived. The helped Malakiah get back on his feet and gave him the space and time to get a hold of his new found powers that came with being on earth. He tested himself in many ways as he healed. Although, he did not fully heal. Malakiah still has pain in his left leg and walks with a limp. If nothing else it reminds him of his fall. Of his life before freedom. Before envy. 

While staying with the family, Malakiah witnessed violence for the first. He was out in the yard with the eldest male of the family when their neighbor got into an argument with him. The argument broke out into a fight that ended the eldest man's life. Without much thought, Malakiah killed the neighbor by stabbing him over a hundred times before taking off. He never returned to the family but is still rather grateful for their care. 

From then on, Malakiah went on a journey to experience everything that he could possibly experience. He has lived a great many lives and done some truly disturbing things as his mind generally wonders towards the darker pleasures. For the most part, Kia is outgoing and relaxed about things. He is, however, extremely claustrophobic. He cannot stand feeling as though he is trapped. The first time Malakiah felt that way resulted in what the humans called a panic attack. They still strike him when the thought of being trapped enters his mind. Control is very important to Malakiah. The only time he likes to be out of control is when it comes to sex. Even then he will only allow someone he truly trusts to restrict his movements or tie him down. Kia does not like to talk about the fact that he has problems when it comes to small spaces, closed in areas and being tied down. Kia hasn’t come to terms with it in himself so going over that with someone else isn’t exactly on his to-do list. 

He has lost a great deal of people he has let himself care for over the years and has become rather wary of caring for anyone who isn’t immortal. Watching people age and die that he likes kills a little part of him. Kia, after all, does not get along with a great deal of people. He has gone to great extremes to save those who have gotten close to him. Sometimes Kia does regret saving them and other times he cannot help but know he’s right. One of the things that creates a great deal of envy in him is a couple that lives without fear and is just happy being together without any worry. Malakiah has never really felt that. He doesn’t think he ever will. While some things do really get to Malakiah, he is generally very happy with doing his own thing. He owns the Underpass and is out every night drinking far too much. He smokes like a chimney and loves to get in a bit of trouble. Whether that means sleeping with a married man or setting fire to someone's home really depends on the night. Nothing is off the table with Kia. 

Three Songs:

Overwhelmed By Royal and The Serpent  Young and a Menace by Fall Out Boy Rootless Tree by Danaine Rice

#inter:kia #inter:malakiah #calamity.intro #history #story #bio #whats my tag aain???

[shewolfisms]

( kristen bell, 38 years old , cisfemale she/her, ) It’s been a while since we’ve seen CARLY LYNN VISSAR I hear they’re a WEREWOLF and they reside on the SOUTHSIDE. They’re known to frequent THE BOARDWALK (when they’re not busy with BAKING CUSTOM CAKES FOR EVENTS) and have made a place at JESKE HOSTEL, 67 HAMLET ROAD ) Some may say they act  SNARKY & SARCASTIC, while others claim they are FRIENDLY & OUTGOING. With that being said, they’ve found the State of Calamity. (applying for the connection of  IYZK VISSAR WIFE) 

FULL NAME: CARLY LYNN VISSAR 

OCCUPATION: CAKE BAKER 

SPECIES: WEREWOLF

MARITIAL STATUS: Married

NICKNAMES: Carls , Carcar or Car

HOBBIES: drinking wine, spending time with friends and family , watching funny tv or movies

PLACE OF RESIDENCE: JESKE HOSTEL

Background:

Carly grew up to a loving home with both parents having good jobs making good money she descended from a long line of werewolves but always chose to stay to herself because she couldn’t risk normal humans finding out that she was some kind of “murderer” or so she thought. When she was in her twenties she met iyzak and the two of them fell in love and got married having two children named Stephen and Annabell. Everything was going great she had what seemed the perfect life... then the fire happened . She tried her both to save both Stephen and annabell but she just couldn’t she couldn’t go back in in enough time to take ahold of them both and get them out . The pair had died in the fire but Carly escaped and she still hasn’t told iyzak about them passing which is how she ended up in calamitous .

#(INTRO ) #( mobile. ) #(Carly Lynn #calamity.intro

[shiverrinqs]

INTRODUCING:

The Anarchist 

BASICS

NAME : Fernando Castillo

AGE: 754

HEIGHT: 5′10

SPECIES: vampire

ORIENTATION:  demiromantic, bisexual

FREQUENTS: THE BLOOD BANK

OCCUPATION: Hotelier moonlights as a Mechanic 

RESIDENCY: Penthouse of Hotel Castillo

FUN FACT: Fernando doesn’t ask for payment for his work at the Workshop. He doesn’t need it. This is more of a fun hobby to help keep his mind sharp.

 Fernando grew up in the dark: born in some of the tunnels beneath the state.  Humans had no real place to rest their heads, so they kept on the move, and those tunnels provided them with the shelter they needed. Living most of his youth underground. Freddie didn’t play as most children should, but they started training him to fight once he could.  It was war all the time if the vampires weren't taking them to their farms. The demons were luring them out with pretty promises and took their souls. It was a hard life, but it was a life worth living. They didn't have a hideout; all they had was each other. All humans stood together, fought together. It was an early childhood lesson;  separate, they would never survive. They had to band together. 

  As he got older, he was part of a militia called Black Masons, which excelled in guerrilla warfare. They were the ones that stood between their enemies when the group had to move and one of their hovels uncovered. They were ruthless, but they had to be. It's the only life he knew, and it was a life he excelled in. There was almost a utopian feel to this particular sect, even given the struggles. The things he learned, the life they lived would carry over into his next stage of existence. The night Fernando turned was the end of this utopia.

  He woke up hungry, surrounded by the people he'd called his friends and family. People he'd risen up with, fought with, and loved. The screams haunted him for a time, but he's long since pushed his human life from memory, or at least this part. Newborn vampires had infiltrated their little hovel— Freddie being among them. It wasn't even as if he could fight the urge. It was intuition. He split into the bodies, gorging himself on blood. He was killed in a haze of blood lust when he was too full to feed. Felt himself become stronger, faster, better than the weak human he'd been. Apart from him wanting to stop, but the other didn't. That was the part he listened to. They had captured five of the Black Masons, turned them, and set them loose in the tunnels. That night three of them survived and had wiped out the population of 350 souls easily. It was a massacre, and all Freddie could think of at that moment wasn't the innocent lives he ended— but when could he do it again. 

Fernando had taken to vampirism quickly. He couldn't believe he'd ever thought he'd lived in a utopia before. Being a vampire was the true utopia. Especially when she was around, she was like him in so many ways, all the ways that mattered. Jessie was sin and fire; their deviance fed off each other. Pushing the other to go past the point of what was socially acceptable. It both exhilarated and excited him. Meeting her was the best and worst time, and he'd have it no other way. He followed where she went and vice versa. Not because he forced her or made him, but because they wanted to. And eventually, something deeper grew. Something more than the self-serving machinations they'd delve into.  And it took hold of his heart. Any tryst or lover before her; paled in comparison. Any after would never quite measure up. She'd become his obsession, and he'd make no qualms otherwise to negate it. This is what made losing her to Jakoris so hard. The only thing he could think of could be named as the catalyst—the beginning of the end for them.  Because as time moved on, their ideals changed while she became more entrenched in the hierarchy. The resistance man in him sprung anew. He had spent 44 years as a human, not under any law of one man but of all men. As a vampire now nearing 400 plus years, he wasn't under anyone. He'd governed his life course, chose the life he wanted, and the rules -— if any -— were his to make. Freddie had long rejected the idea of involuntary membership to a nation, especially not blindly. He'd tried for her because he could see Jessie being swayed. But when the time came and they picked their sides. They stood on opposite ends of it. And he couldn't follow, nor would he. 

  After that, he spirals out of control. He left Calamity, seeking some form of comfort. Similar to how he and Jessie had been in their earlier centuries. Killing and feeding with no care killed hundreds on his own at that time. Fucking  anyone to ease the pain of losing her— until he cut off any feelings still lingering altogether. Easier to do when she was out of sight.   He slowly tried to figure out what he wanted: desperate to see the light at the end of the tunnel. He met her— a Nephilim of all things. Alone and seemingly being attacked. She was a spitfire, not at all what Freddie thought angelics to be. Perhaps this is why he asked if she wanted to join him. He was shocked that she did, a vampire and a Nephilim? He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't lived it. But she wouldn't be the only odd one in his band of lost boys. A demon, too, would join their little band. It was strange, and they didn't always get along, but it was the first time in a long time he had the sense of fellowship as he had in the Black Masons. His little bit of humanity ( if you could call it that) had been wrapped up in the three of them. And as they continued to travel together, the pain of losing Jessie lessened. He had other people to live for, and so his obsession shifted to something resembling a healthy dynamic— for a time at least.

He’d never wanted to sire a vampire—But he ended up with two? First, their bond was similar to that of a parent and child. And Freddie found it was enough they spent years together until — like most children do. They wanted to go off on their own and explore the world and its things. And who was Freddie to tell them no: when he'd done the same. So the progeny said goodbye to the weird little family they created and ventured off into the world. It would be some time that followed that he'd find his next sire. A witch, near death, bloody and broken how she had survived, he had no idea. But she wouldn't if he didn't do something. So he took her and turned her. It wasn't until later that he realized how deep she'd been connected to the witch community. Once a natural witch, Zoya Fane was now a vampire and his second sire.  

Coming back to Calamity, he's found much has changed, and much has stayed the same. Hotel Castillo is an old hovel that he had renovated several centuries ago. Now open for business, the penthouse floors for him and his chosen family to dwell. While the hotel is in his name, Fernando doesn't run it. You can often find him working at The Workshop late nights, fixing old rundown cars, bikes, etc. He discovered early in his new life;  he liked getting his hands dirty and working on something until he could bring it back to life.  Here he puts in a day's work, even though he doesn't need to. It allows a break in the monotony that is his long life. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

- other civilian vampires - some sires - old friends  - rivals - fwb

#°◦—singing a song of angry men :: #°◦— fernando castillo #calamity.intro #°◦—singing a song of angry men :: intro

[deathbeckons]

( alberto rosende, 23, male, he/him, human, feeder ) It’s been a while since we’ve seen MATIAS ‘MATTY’ DESOTO. I hear they’re a HUMAN and they reside on the WESTSIDE. They’re known to frequent BITE CLUB & VOCIFEROUS and have made a place at THE OVERLORD’S HOME. Some may say they act RECKLESS & ALOOF, while others claim they are GIVING & MALIABLE. With that being said, they’ve found the State of Calamity.

ABOUT MATIAS DESOTO

matty didn’t leave the other humans willingly, he was taken on a resource gathering trip gone wrong. he tried to hold the vampires off whilst the others ran, and as far as he knew his friends all survived. he got taken. honestly, he doesn’t know why he’s not dead and being kept as a feeder instead but he was just thankful to be alive. the humans will never come and rescue him, despite him being the one to save their lives; he knows that. he’s seen as a betrayer now because he doesn’t escape himself. 

in all honestly, matias doesn’t mind his new life. he acts a lot more innocent than he really is, but he likes it when he’s bitten - especially the rough ones. he often distracts the rougher vamps from the other feeders and takes them for himself ( making it sound like it’s all their idea of course ), and he loves the feeling of the blood leaving his body. the human knows he shouldn’t love it, that he should fight it, but instead he’s happy to stay where he is. 

eventually, he got claimed by kazimir, the overlord, and he lives his life by the mans side every second he possibly can.

#bio. matias #calamity.intro

[deathbeckons]

MALCOLM ‘MAL’ DEVEROUX DAVENPORT / APPEARS 30 ( ACTUALLY 39 ) / VAMPIRE / FLEDGLING / CIVILIAN

Malcolm and Damien grew up together, were best friends all throughout childhood and grew into more as time moved on. Approximately seven years ago, Malcolm disappeared. He knew how Damien felt about the supernatural, especially vampires, and now he was one. What was the point in staying around? Even if there was feelings there, Damien would just want to put an end to him -- or that’s what he thought. He couldn’t face it, and he couldn’t risk hurting the man he had such deep feelings for, so he went into hiding.

In hiding he built his way up. He quickly found his control and came out of the fledgling stage. He soon knew he wanted to be on the Overlord’s good side, though have his own freedoms; he aims high, helping with the other fledglings like requested but still, ge’s his own person, his own vampire. Of course, he’d do what it took to protect his species but even Malcolm had limits. 

When he left Damien, it was like his emotions shut off and he became a different person. He was bound to his word by his Maker, and they definitely liked to take some advantage over that but Malcolm wouldn’t let himself be played, and he absolutely refused to give anything about Damien up. He realises that now, once he sees the human again, it might be difficult but he can’t show that weakness for fear of his Maker taking advantage or losing the control he’d worked so hard to gain. 

#malcolm bio #bio. malcolm #calamity.intro #calamity.bio

[ofxdarkness]

:･ﾟ ♔ ▸ ( nina dobrev, 27, cisfemale, she/her, human, feeder) It’s been a while since we’ve seen SERENA DUBOIS. I hear they’re a HUMAN and they reside on the WEST. They’re known to frequent BITE CLUB, BLOOD BANK (when they’re not busy being A FEEDER) and have made a place at DARKLANDS. Some may say they act STUBBORN & SELF-DESTRUCTIVE, while others claim they are INTELLIGENT & CARING. With that being said, they’ve found the State of Calamity.

hi, i’m star. 23 years old (old af) and i’m so so excited to play lil’ miss serena dubois here at calamity.

• serena is one of two children to human outsiders lydia & christopher dubois. she’s been pampered her whole life. her parents tried to shield her from everything and everyone. they were lost, very much so. they were trying to make it seem like everything was fine, living in their own little bubble. up until serena turned 7, she had no idea of the dangers of the world. her older step-brother jason, though...he was a different story. her parents had found him alone and barely breathing. they took him in, the child no older than 10 years. they grew up together and were raised as siblings, as serena was slowly finding out the truth about her world and the dangers in it. she thought that she would forever be guarded by her parents, away from the dangerous monsters that she was hearing whispers about.

• however, jason was in no way a regular human. in fact, he hated the fact that he was born so weak and hated humans. he hated his ‘new’ parents and hated serena even more for how ‘perfect’ she was. of course, serena was no where near perfection but in his eyes she was an angel that needed to have her wings broken, bruised and torn apart. 

• he got mixed up with some vampires, one thing led to another and soon her was promised a life of eternity for a small price of course. all he had to do was give his ‘family’ for the vampires to do whatever the hell they wanted to. humans were always welcomed in the state of calamity, right? and jason was more than happy to help them get more humans for their flesh farm or if they needed feeders. jason told his family that he had found other humans and they had formed a small-like village, a community if you will guarded by a witch. he told them that their life no longer had to be of outsiders, wandering earth alone. and they believed him. that’s how serena ended up at bite club at the bare age of 20.

• she was now 27, still not knowing if her step-brother found that immortality he sought so much. her parents? they were killed in an instant before her eyes. and serena? she was used as a dancer, a feeder, a waitress, a maid to clean the blood off the floor, whatever the club needed at the moment. she was branded and used however the vampires saw fit, the tattoo on her back not letting her have even the slightest taste of freedom.

#calamity.intro #intro.

[deathbeckons]

NAME: Aiden Kinsey AGE: 27 SPECIES: Human ROLE: Scientist

Aiden is a very intelligent man, choosing to spend his life in the debt of science to help the humans who go out and risk their lives for them. Whether it be working on creating medicine, making food last longer, or researching those with supernatural abilities, Aiden can put his mind too it. Despite his academic intelligence, he isn’t very street smart and will often find himself in situations that wouldn’t have happened if he’d just thought a little more about what he was getting himself in for. That, combined with his naivety and his eagerness to please people gets Aiden in some pretty tight spots. 

For that reason, his research is supposed to be strictly lab based, but in his eyes the best research is going out there and seeing something for himself. From that, you can create a hypotheses and start testing. It’s not like they had time to waste. If something happened and the supernatural found out about the Hideout, they’d all be dead, or farmed, or kept as pets. Creatures outweighed the amount of hunters they had. If Aiden could help at all, even just a small contribution, it was worth any danger he put himself in. 

He’s a positive person who doesn’t talk much about his past. It’s not because he’s got something to hide, he just doesn’t see the point in dwelling on it. His family is now just himself and his sister, though they are much like each of their parents in turn. 

#bio. aiden #calamity.intro #bio #aiden bio

[deathbeckons]

NAME: Yoren Kaelstrom AGE: 32 GENDER/PRONOUNS: TRANSMALE, HE/HIM & THEY/THEM SPECIES: Werewolf ROLE: Alpha (Kaelstrom pack) FC: Elliot Page

Yoren was born into the lifestyle, though he had a lot of making up to do for his family. Their father had disgraced their name, made the wolves who he was supposed to lead and protect question if the Kaelstrom’s were even capable of doing that anymore. Yoren couldn’t stand by and watch that happen. Whilst there was a blood connection between him and his father, Yoren truly believes that they are all one and he did what he had to do for the betterment of the pack. Casting out their father was hard, fighting him was harder, but he won and he was exiled. Wolves had died because of him, but Yoren was the complete opposite, fiercely protective and would always be there for every single one of the wolves they were lucky enough to have part of his pack. 

Don’t mistake their kindness for weakness though; he has already shown the lengths he will go to for the Kaelstrom pack and he will do it again if he needs to. Yoren lets no one take advantage of them, even when playing diplomat with other packs and species, careful of their words yet meaning everything that comes from his lips. They see him as nothing to be scared of, as somewhat harmless because that’s the image he likes to put forth until their harsher more primal side is needed. He will speak up for all the wolves, but most importantly his pack and herself. Always.

#calamity.intro #calamity.bio #bio. yoren #yoren. bio

[cavernovs]

Cole Kayson

Name: Cole Kayson Goes by: Cole, Kayson, CK Age: 33 Birthday: March, 14th Resides: The Hideout Gender: Male || Cis Orientation: Hetero - mostly. Species: Human Role: Second [triggers: war mention, PTSD, violence]

Ever seen the tides of war; they’re never ending. The constant tug of blood that laps at the shores edge and leaves stains soaking the sands - an irreversible blemish on the world; the soul, it’s permanent. It never ceases. Drums sound and vibrate human ears, deafen the heightened and awaken the dead. Ever wanted to be a victim? No. Is it not sometimes a better fate than that of a soldier, the ones on the frontlines of suicide runs? Sometimes, there’s a desire for those tides that roar like thunder to take you, swallow you in its embrace and draw you to the depths to drown in its grasp.

That’s both a cowards end but a kind one.

Because have you ever watched a comrade fall to claws? So easily torn into; carved like a pumpkin; flesh splitting like butter to leave flaps of skin whipping in sea breeze. Has the thought of enjoying salt-laced air burn those wounds and make death anything but painless; has it crossed the mind of any sane being that to be taken by the ocean might be peaceful? Witnessed a man cut straight through by invisible forces manipulated by creatures in the dark. Stayed still whilst everything good left in the world fell the an absolution; a long coming evil that was destined to win. What if there’s monstrous creatures in the depths that refuse the tranquillity of being devoured by the elements?

At what point does a man hold up hands and surrender to death? When is it right to admit defeat? 

Cole’s a man haunted by memories of war; most of which he barely recalls in details past grotesque imagery. But he lives to know that there has always been more powerful things amongst the dark than himself. Raised in The Hideout to a mother who was a medic; constantly in the infirmary; coated in blood of friends. A father who patrolled as a hunter out in the wilderness that was the desolate world, Kayson followed in the footsteps of what was expected of him; to be unafraid; unrelenting to the cause. 

And he was, for years.

And then he watched his mother die.

Something about a skull cracking like a coconut, brains mushed and spilling onto sand with forceful fingers sticks in the mind; Cole’s mother a broken shell, face frozen in place where screams never sounded. He recalls it vividly, a blessing and a curse; a harsh reminder that never lets him forget what a monster looks like; that they can take human form just as well as they can morph. 

Because the monster that took his mother was the man he looked up to; one hidden in human skin where a wolf latched onto his soul. A father that had hidden a sideways mission; buried the truth of how awry he’d become, how the moon hunts were not as straight-edged with intention as all believed. Kayson’s never forgiven the betrayal and neither has anyone who knew him from The Hideout - the abandonment came after, the way he ran from facing justice. Cole’s bitter, guilty that he never picked up the changes. It’s helped him form the mindset that trust isn’t all that easy to extend, gratitude hard found and that he is unforgiving in his manner. Some would say closed-off, others, just a scarred man traumatised by bloodshed. 

Cole would always do everything in his power to prove them wrong and as much as he persists to try push down memories that plague him. He is often so very quickly overwhelmed with the past thoughts that place him in chaos amongst a battlefield; a brilliant strategist; a marvel on the field; a real good Second.

Until he’s not; it creeps up like a beast and consumes every rationality about him, infects him like a parasite and suddenly Cole is a mere shell of the man he’d become. A warrior; a hunter; a second turned problem. Unreliable in that state and stubborn to allow anyone to know about it. Anyone would do well to never mention it, to never raise the past with him. Not for just triggers, but because Kayson isn’t friendly enough to want to talk about it. 

He speaks better with bullets. 

So, when does a man like Cole Kayson admit defeat?

He doesn’t.

Further Depth

Second in Command at The Hideout

He’ll respond to Cole, Kayson or CK for the most part, there’s no particular preference. 

Suffers with PTSD of a past war in his early twenties, a siege held on beach terrain and he’s often caught up in it if he lets himself slip into that pit. If he’s out of his element, he’s likely to fall into it; he constantly requires distraction. 

His mother’s death ruined him and his father’s betrayal fuels some deep rooted anger, often directed towards wolves and he frequently keeps alert for where his father has gone. But he’ll show his hatred for most species that aren’t human. 

Father is estranged; Cole doesn’t know where he is, if he’s in a pack or not. 

Cold, unattached and fairly untrusting of most people. 

Will very likely choose to pull the trigger than have any kind of conversation with anyone, human or supernatural. 

Though if it’s supernatural - he’ll definitely be opting for the trigger; he’ll make sure there’s no shortage of bullets in that regard.

Likes to drink - quite an easy guy to persuade into friendlies at a bar, just don’t push it.

So this is the basis of Cole, I will update him as he progresses. Bio 2/4 as it stands...

#cole bio #bio #calamity.intro

[cavernovs]

Jakoris “Jack” Davenport

➵  BASICS

NAME: Jakoris Davenport GOES BY: Jack, Ripper, The Better Davenport AGE / D.O.B: November 8th,  [ 267 yo ] FACECLAIM: Chris Wood GENDER & SEXUALITY: Cis-male, depends on the day. HOMETOWN: Whitechapel, London.  CURRENTLY: Darklands SPECIES: Vampire ROLE: Vizier

➵ TRAITS

POSITIVE:  NEGATIVE:

➵ BIOGRAPHY

[triggers: murder, blood, mutilation, serial killer, violence.]

There’s a darkness behind blue eyes; an ocean that roars like a lion and a vicious tendency hidden in azure hues. Such eyes look black in the night, a deep lull that eats away at all the innocence that ever was and a sickening smile that matches the flickering abyss that flashes on twisted features. There’s a man in there somewhere; something resembling a human being, stalking the nights of what people used to call London streets. A lit cigarette in hand and gutter thoughts in mind.

It’s never just a calm stroll in the late hours, there’s never tranquillity; neither his mind nor intentions are at peace. Jakoris wants them to be, but he knows it’s a lost war trying for it. So he never does. Like a broken tick in his mind, something dark calls to him, reminds him to bring knives for the night; tells him to play reaper until dawn breaks. And he does.

Jack’s not a likeable man, more monster than anything else. A predator that favours nice woman, alone in the roads - offering services in exchange for paper; coins. A sick man that offers no mercy for those who look better in red.

Ask him what happens to a kidney if you slice it open, press that blade hard enough into a stomach that the splitting of flesh sends blood bursting through the seams. If something’s hit well, then there might be screams too.

Ask him, he’d dare you to. Let him tell stories of how they deserved it, that they asked for such an end that only the luxury of a blade could give. Drawn by his hand, slaughtered like cattle in the city streets. Because if you ask him, he might offer you that end too.

And someone did; a woman more vicious than he ever could be asked. And Jack died.

That was two centuries ago.

Years pass differently in death, they don’t seem to matter. There’s no value to them and Jack never cares about knowing where time has taken him. A man so good at killing that when he’s given opportunity to do it better - he thrives from it. But he never did ask for it. Jessica Davenport his end as well as his new beginning. A woman so like the ones he used to put blades in, now holding unprecedented power over him, bettering him in ways he never figured he could be. He’s never known parenthood; can’t even recall if he had parents, he knows everyone does - but he never actually had them, he doesn’t remember much in the past when he comes to think of it. Just snippets of what used to be. 

He’s never forgotten, or forgiven that his mind snaps into something from nightmares when he’s triggered by whoreish behaviour. Whether its stemmed from a blacked-out memory, he doesn’t know, but he becomes volatile and virulent in its presence. Jessie being an unavoidable exception; he can’t deny her a thing and mostly, he doesn’t really want to. An unwavering respect for her, despite her methodology in her position. Jack’s right there beneath her in the ranking. Where’s she’s the conduit for them all, he’s vicious in other ways. A team that could rival the world if they were given motivation. 

With death however, comes consequences that aren’t all enacted by his own hands. And with shaky alliances, enemies of the undead that haunt the nights; the daytimes when they cannot meet the sun; bring untimely ends to those creatures that are known to be oh too good at making meals of those with beating hearts. Jack doesn’t remember too much about how he came beneath human captivity, some kind of POW in a battle he doesn’t even recall diving into. Not that it mattered, the man’s too good with pain; likes it like he enjoys a good wine. 

Revels in a it, enjoys it like only a twisted masochist could. Even as a subject of whatever humanity’s science took them a century or so ago - he can’t quite remember, but he knows that ever since, he’s broken his self-appointed rule of never procreating. Though, that creation had nothing to do with him besides the stolen blood in human experimentation; locked into a bond to a man he didn’t choose to turn and bring into his ranks. 

So in denial about it; refuses to ever acknowledge its existence. Lets the monster he created at on its own actions; Demitri would never know, never understand the bond that ties them and presses Jakoris traits into him without even realising. The one loose end he has no way of fixing without bloodshed. His justifications; it feeds the masochist within. 

Jack’s usually a well-spirited individual, he doesn’t exude the psychopath that lives beneath his flesh; the cold of his skin, the dangerous grin he wears like the Cheshire Cat the first tells that he’s not all the rational; human being that people probably wish he was. But if you ask him the right (or wrong) questions, that smile darkens; those eyes redden and those teeth sharpen. He’ll play the games asked of him, be a good Vizier and he’ll relish in every opportunity presented to him. He doesn’t have automatic hatred for anything - not really, but he’s not all that favourable of anyone either. Much like his maker, gain his interest, win him over and he’ll be your greatest asset. 

Lose his interest; you’ll wish he never caught wind of you. 

➵ CONNECTIONS

JESSIE DAVENPORT / Maker, Ride Or Die, Unofficial Wife, Vampire. MALCOLM “MAL” DAVENPORT / Friend in Arms, Vampire. DEMITRI DAVENPORT / Secret Protégé, Vampire. EVANORA BILE / Best Friend, Witch.

➵  ADDITIONAL

Nobody besides Jessie knows his name is Jakoris, nor does anyone get away with calling him Ripper besides her, though, test the theory if you like. She’s his maker and they’re solid. 

If Jessie knows someone - the likelihood is, Jack knows of them too. 

He really really, really loathes ‘easy’ woman; give him a challenge; a chase; he does not do well with women throwing themselves at him if he knows they’re (a) trying to use him, (b) thinking he’s any more merciful than others. He can be, but not for them. He’ll snap.

Frequents Bite Club himself and when Jessie’s dragging him there. 

He’s loyal to the hierarchy, but doesn’t appreciate weakness. 

If you can surprise him - he’ll like you, usually.

Again, don’t call him Jakoris or Ripper. It’s just Jack, he’ll accept The Better Davenport also. In fact, he’ll probably be more inclined to like you with that being his introduction. 

Jessie will correct that statement if she ever hears it.

He will irritate the hell of you before you accept that it’s going to be that or eternal torment.

He’s not related by blood in any way to Jessie - she just gives her prodigies her surname; it’s more like a marriage thing; open relationship style?

Jack’s got some heavy strips of scarring along his backside from an old reprimand that got messy; don’t ask him about it, he’ll probably stab you if he can’t bite you for it.

Often knows how to silver-tongue out of most situations; something picked up from his maker; watch him, he’s a  h y p o c r i t e. 

Like, biggest hypocrite going; doesn’t like whores; is basically the epitome of one when he masters the art of balancing pain and pleasure; he’ll threaten it, you’ll like it. 

Turns everything into a joke, 99% of the time. 

Will play the game of ruses, but has every ability to shred you to pieces if you test him.

QUICK LINKS

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#jakoris bio #calamity.intro

[shiverrinqs]

INTRODUCING:

 STARSHINE

BASICS

NAME : Kashvi Bhasin

AGE: 34

HEIGHT : 5′9

SPECIES: werewolf

ORIENTATION:  pansexual

FREQUENTS: LUNAR HEIGHTS

OCCUPATION: Alpha of Kaelstorm Pack & The Rotunda

RESIDENCY: Top floor of The Rotunda

FUN FACT: Kash took her father’s last name after his death, kicking her mother and brother out of the pack after she became alpha. Her apartment above the rotunda is filled with sunflowers , her father’s favorite flower and subsequently her’s as well .

RELATIONSHIPS

Father : Khan Bhasin ( deceased) 

Mother: Prisha Kaelstorm  ( exiled) 

Brother: Fadi Kaelstorm Bhasin (exiled) 

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS:

Lobo Vasquez : Confidant, Gamma of Kaelstrom, 

Reina Castro : Bestie, trusted Witch

Liliana Solar :   Mentor, sparring partner (friendly she don’t know ),  Alpha of Lywayerers 

Haylee Dubois: Ally, trusted Witch 

QUICKNOTES: 

⏤Kashvi is relatively new to the alpha position, having only taken over in the last five years. She is slowly finding her footing as the head of the pack and figuring out what being an alpha means to her. ⏤The Rotunda found deep in Lunar Heights.  This was a place she and her friends would go to get away from the duties. However, as the city around them started to decline, so did this clubhouse. Kashvi took it upon herself to rebuild the place. Serving as a sort of clubhouse for the Kaelstrom pack.  She hopes to make things easier for her people to get the help they need or a place to unwind from the noise outside. ⏤She's no good at politicking,  as some might think she out to be. But she does value the opinions of those that came before her, or from those who have knowledge and skills in areas that she does not. Kashvi will be the first to tell you she doesn't know something. But this won't stop her from either finding a way to figure out the problem of finding someone that can. ⏤She has a great deal of respect towards the  witches, warlocks, and sorceresses. That being said, trust isn't something she hands out for free. Despite her sunny disposition, her family and pack will always come first. So long as it's in the pack's best interest, and that respect is returned in kind. Kashvi is willing to strike up potential allies within the spell casting community or any community. Though others may take a little more finessing on their part. ⏤If you can't find her at Lunar Heights or The Rotunda, your best bet is to catch her sunbathing near Crescent Lake. She probably has a picnic area set up with a couple of books in tow. ⏤Though their values may differ, Kashvi strives to keep an open-door policy with the other pack leaders and the other packs. Offering aid when she can though this often isn't the case. She doesn't see the need for animosity between brethren; they are werewolves after all. However, this doesn't mean   she is easily intimidated. She is the type to talk first and will only bare her teeth when she needs to.

#°◦— good mornin' starshine :: #intro #calamity.intro #°◦— kashvi bhasin #// bio coming soon.

[deathbeckons]

( evan mock, 24/115, male, he/him, fae, faeling ) It’s been a while since we’ve seen ADONIS ROMERO. I hear they’re a FAE and they reside on the EASTSIDE. They’re known to frequent THE BLOOM (when they’re not busy with COVETED) and have made a place at THE COLLECTORS QUARTERS, FLAT B. Some may say they act STUBBORN & IMPULSIVE, while others claim they are INNOVATIVE & AMBITIOUS. With that being said, they’ve found the State of Calamity. 

BIO. mentions: rhys, cordelia.

he’s a young faeling, younger than most. many would expect him to have a family around, but honestly he has no idea where his family is. when he was child he was separated from them on the way to calamity. he had to fend for himself in the myre, though luckily for him he found quick friends that took him under his wing in rhys and lia. the two are like siblings to him, and in all honesty he would protect them with his life but he is still very independent. he doesn’t need their permission to do anything, just as they don’t need his either. saying that, adonis doesn’t have the best decision making skills, and he’s very impulsive and headstrong. he likes what he likes, and he knows what he wants; the faeling attempted to get into both bite club and vociferous as a feeder, fascinated with the vampires and the sensation of their bite but also what his blood did to them. he loved every aspect of it, but his blood didn’t sustain vampires and so he was only allowed to work there as a bartender or something similar. that was all well and good, but it’s not what he wanted. 

he moved to open his own business - coveted - which would allow him to be a feeder for anyone he wanted though certain high-ranking vampires certainly didn’t like the idea of that happening in the darklands, and so adonis took his business and opened it in the southside. some of the wolves weren’t happy about it either though that was less of a worry to adonis; wolves didn’t scare him too much, and he was charming enough to have them put up with it. coveted is the only thing that he would put before everything, and everyone. 

if adonis isn’t at his business, you’ll probably find him at bloom, hanging out with his friend miles, or wondering the darklands for himself. dangerous, he knows, but that danger gives him a kick and he’s very good at using his abilities to take care of himself.

HEADCANONS

adonis’ business is the most important thing to him, and he doesn’t believe there’s anything he’ll put before that. it took him a long time to get it off the ground, fighting to try and have it in the darklands but the opposing clubs made that so, so difficult. he built it himself from the ground up, with little help though that was mainly out of his own stubbornness. some blood was a delicacy, and why should vampires have to sneak around to find what they want? besides, adonis wanted to be a feeder himself and they wouldn’t take him. more fool them. 

most people assume that coveted is around because he had a business idea that worked, however in reality the feeder clubs in the darklands turned him away. fae blood wasn’t going to sustain the vampires and therefore there was no need for adonis. he didn’t like that, wouldn’t be told that, so he made a business so that he could do what he wanted to do.

being a light fae is something he loves. adonis absolutely loves nature, and his ability to create and manipulate light and everything that nature has to offer. it helped the plants at his business thrive in such a hostile doggy environment. don’t get him wrong, he will use his abilities to protect himself, his employees and his patrons if he has to, turning the plants he nurtured so much into weapons. he hates to see the plants suffer though, so he tries not to do it all too often. sidenote: you hurt his plants, he will not hesitate to hurt you. 

people assume that being a young faeling, he’s naïve and innocent. adonis has an attitude with most, however it’s only a playful one most of the time. sometimes though, if you get on his bad side (which is hard to get onto), his attitude can be ruthless. 

#bio #calamity.intro #adonisbio