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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF bloody knuckles, whiskey on the rocks, neck kisses . With a slight resemblance to IM CHANGKYUN of/the MONSTA X.

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Last Name, First Name: jeup, alucard ALIAS: angel Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): earth Age: 26 Date of Birth: 09/26/1996 Gender: male Preferred Pronouns: he/him Species: pureblood vampire Sexual Orientation: bisexual

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Skin Color: Eye color: green Scars: n/a Piercings: ears, eyebrow Tattoos: multiple Hair color: black Abnormalities: n/a Horns/ wings/ etc: fangs Transformed form: claws and fangs

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RELIGIOUS BELIEF:   SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: korean, english, japanese SECRETS: depressed over his mother's death SAVVIES: murder, sex, manipulation Powers & Abilities: Blood Consumptions, Blood Empowerment, Blood Flow Vision, Contaminant Immunity, Conversion, Immortality, Supernatural Condition, Hypnosis, Traits: intelligent but impulsive

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 09/26/1996

Date of Death: n/a

Crime Record: many murders. never caught.

Background/Biography:

Alucard was the second born Jeup child. He was also the first born son. From birth, it had always been decided that Alucard would take over the Jeup empire. For years, the middle child was taught etiquette and the ways of the family. He had to learn the business side of things but also how to charm people. And he was charming. He was smart and everything his parents could have ever hoped for. He got along fairly well with his two siblings and was looking forward to taking over, one day.

 Now, Alucard had always been close to his mother. They say the middle child is always the one that got least amount of attention but that was false, for the Jeups. They all knew that he was her favorite although she loved all of her kids to death. So, when the matriarch died, Alucard completely shut down. The once calm mannered and obedient son was spiraling out of control. Alcohol, drugs, sex, anything to keep his mind off of the fact that he’d never see his mother again. His presence in the Jeup house became scarce and at the age of twenty-two, he bought his own penthouse apartment.

 His father began to notice that his son was no longer fit to take over the empire and switched the role to the youngest son. Alucard was not happy, to say the least. He’d been demoted to hitman. Now, he lives his life between bedsheets and murder. He isn’t sure if he even wants the role as leader anymore. He just knows he isn’t happy to have it taken away from him.

 INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

Alucard scoffed as he crossed his legs. "No matter how many times you ask me, you're going to get the same answer." He checked his nails and made eye contact with the investigator. "I wasn't there. I'd picked up this pretty little thing, down at Ketsuki. Ass tighter than Jonas Brother's jeans." He chuckled. "Took him home and fucked him all night. I mean, you can check the CCTV." He shrugged. He always had an alibi and he never got caught. And he had taken someone home that night. That much was true. But he had also left back out and handled business. But of course the footage of him leaving would never surface. "If we're done here, I'd like to get back to pretty boy laying in my bed."

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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: pearls and rubies over collar bones, heels dancing over marble, lingering whiffs of romance of amber and wood in the air . With a slight resemblance to PARK SOOYOUNG (JOY) of/the RED VELVET.

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last name, first name: Jeup, Sypha alias: Neria, il Nerium, Nerium realm of birth(if earth, nationality): earth, korean age:412 gender: how they identify themselves. Cis female preferred pronouns: she.her species: [ half-ghoul, demon, etc.] pureblood vampire occupation: [gang affiliation/position, student, etc.] the night bloods, underboss sexual orientation: pansexual any associated/owned businesses:

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skin color: pale skin eye color: light brown with a shift to yellow scars: piercings: ears tattoos: [please include the location of gang tattoo stated in the gang biographies] NB tattoo between breasts hair color: black abnormalities: horns/ wings/ etc: transformed form: [ you can find these in your muses species section here.] Vivid glowing yellow eyes, extended fangs and claws

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RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  Buddhist

SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath

VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice / temperance

KNOWN LANGUAGES:   12 (Korean, mandarin, Japanese, Bahasa melayu, Tagalog, Russian, Arabic, Farsi, English, French, Italian, Spanish) secrets: may or may not have a child floating out there somewhere, maybe, keeps a group of elite guards close by made up of her progeny

SECRETS: she has a child

SAVVIES:   Blood Consumptions, Blood Empowerment, Blood Flow Vision, Contaminant Immunity, Conversion, Immortality, Supernatural Condition, Hypnosis, Dream Manipulation, Memory Absorption, Blood Memory ordering, Claw/Fang Retraction, Soullessness, Undead Pulse, and Venomous Fangs,

Powers & Abilities:   persistent vs. vengeful

Traits:  + astute, - cynical

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth:   august 3, 1609 (412)

Date of Death:

Crime Record: a few speeding tickets, suspected of assault in varying levels, no convictions

Background/Biography:

My birth was a just a wee turbulent. The healers had promised it. Gifted they said, and in truth I was just draining the force from my mother more rapidly than expected, even with the warnings. She needed to stay rested, and feed longer than she had wanted. Even for us, elevated Pure Bloods, birth is placing one foot within death’s grip. Well perhaps not so morbid for the immortal but the sentiment was felt.  

It was her first baby and I am certain I scarred the idea for her. It’s why she waited for some time before having more children. Nonetheless, I was fortunate to have my parents all to myself. Perhaps that’s why I’m as selfish as they say. For with a turbulent birth came a beautiful baby girl, wholly dependent on her parents love and care. My mother only said I was worth the struggle and pain because I was her dream. As I grew I took many of her features, and I was glad for them. She was my dream too. She was the icon, the standard of my life for those early years.

There was also my father. I was curious of him and more so of those around him. Even if only his most trusted were given access to a glimpse of me and mother as I grew, I still noticed their gaze, and the wonder. There I was, his prize, a pureblood baby girl, daughter of a king. The first few decades of my life I watched those that watched me. I watched the eager councilors that wished my mother well, talked of her absence to tend to me, and watched how quickly my father changed the conversation. I needed to know why, to hear more.

I began appearing when I shouldn’t have, allowing myself to linger around father and his councilors. At first he would rush me away, having staff take me anywhere else, especially if any conversation was posed my way. Then they knew not to speak to me, and that was fine. It wasn’t the conversation I wanted. I wanted to see him, see him beyond the man that smiled so preciously at me.

For a while I pretended to leave him be in those closed spaces, letting him believe he had won our silent little war, but not for too long. I would appear again, lingering for a while then leaving, until one day I carried a stool into his office and sat down at his side. I gripped his arm and wouldn’t let go. I looked up at his face, making the most serious face I could muster and he just laughed, and returned to his conversation as if I wasn’t there, even if I still clung to him.

Day after day I absorbed the information in that room, absorbed how few of it phased him. I learned just how vast my father’s empire was, understood further why the languages spoken went from Korean, to Tagalog to Farsi. These were the languages of his empire and the reach of his might. A century passed and I had an intricate knowledge of our business. It was an education I grabbed through observation. Father’s councilors began mentioning a more formal training, as I was certainly his heir. He laughed then too. He knew as much as I that I never wanted that seat, I was just curious. I ventured into that room to know him as I had done to know my mother.

Beyond just glued to her as the first being I knew in this world, craving her nurturing without ceasing as a babe, she was the first being to fascinate me so. All the skills I used in cataloging my father, were perfected in watching my mother. I saw her fears beneath the surface, her wishes that shone in her eyes, and saw the strength of her own will when demanded her way. It was she who taught me all things can have a purpose beyond what is expected. Certain possibilities always existed if you looked for them.

Watching the world around me, my curiosities never did stop. Father was right. I was not his heir. For while the business interested me and I knew how to carry myself in any situation, it didn’t mean I was the right choice. Father once joked I would start a war just to see what it felt like, and again, he was not wrong.  Possibilities intrigued me too much. The what if, and the options available to choose an act and then a reaction, the chance to find an unexpected path and a new purpose, it drives me still. Ruling father’s empire had limitations, and I did not want those.

I travelled the world, walking where my parents and our ancestors did in our empire, learning how to live as me, outside of the gaze of my parents. There my habits cemented, my temper raged, my laughter passed over borders and I became a fuller version of myself. I handled business; whatever trusted task father gave. For a pretty face and the elegance of royalty opened doors, charm and seduction loosened lips, and the dagger strapped to my thigh could end traitors, send messages, and whatever was needed. To the empire I was ever loyal and I enjoyed every new game, every new part of me each task allowed me to be.

And I lived that way for centuries until mother called me home with news of a sibling I didn’t know I wanted. To see her as she described herself when she carried me, but happier, free of the woes that accompanied her pregnancy with me, it was a gift. And then there was Alucard, an actual angel. His eyes changed something in me. For while I love the games of options, in his eyes I realized there were no other possibilities than complete protection of this perfect child. I settled back aside my parents, caring for my mother, lashing out at anyone that brought her grief. I wanted her memories of this pregnancy to be only joyful.

My baby brother grew, as sheltered as I did in those years, and I understood then why, as I too was on duty to ensure the peace of our home. I looked forward to his first centuries of life, learning who he wanted to be as he grew strong. He was supposed to have that. He was to inherit our father’s will and legacy, and I would have protected him and it.  

Instead fate robbed him of his birthright and gave us both a betrayal my mother could not stand, a walking breathing embodiment of my father’s lust. I was only pained by my mother’s sadness and my father’s inability to communicate his desire for other lovers. I never thought that was hard but I suppose that is a testament of my youth.

I have lived long enough to understand the flow of time and the cycles of life. These last decades and the changes they have brought, changes out of what I wanted for myself, outside of any possibility I would dare dream up, keeps my anger bubbling. I have lost my parents, and the future I wanted for Alucard and there is no way for me to remedy that. Yet in this all, I gained a sibling. Dragan, while not my mother’s child is innocent of her grief and shares my father’s blood. In his eyes live the same vision I saw in Alucard’s. They are both my baby brothers, and I ought to do what big sister’s do best. I will not lose anymore family to this city even if I must remind every inhabitant, the terror of a Jeup.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

Sypha sighed, legs crossing and right hand pushing through her long locks. She enjoyed these little moments so. These little games law enforcement liked to play. Now, her identity, not the outward chaebol princess identity, her role within Nightbloods was never ever a possibility for these little moments. Their organization wasn’t some street pocket project at playing gangster and silly mistakes that got rookies pulled in to be interrogated just didn’t happen. But sometimes, other circumstances brought her before police, it couldn’t be helped. It happened every couple of decades and she so looked forward to it. For it was a chance to play a hyper exaggerated version of Sypha Jeup. Once the request was asked she accepted the role like a starlet on set.

“It was just a typical evening really. I had lunch with some friends then I remembered the ad I saw about the release of new Fendi First’s. Yes, I’m sure my concierge was already selecting a few to be sent to me but there is still a nice energy in walking into a store and picking up something the regular person way”, she began and watched the annoyance creep into the gaze of the officers. Still, she continued, hands settling above her crossed legs, “So I went in cause I wanted to see the collection in person, that simple way, and it was worth it. Such pretty creations. I pointed at the pink fur and baby blue fur and 4 pairs of the mules and a sandal.”

She paused to catch the growing annoyance on their faces. This was of course not what the officers were alluding to. They were alluding to woman’s wrist she snapped for being impudent, but in some tewisted round about way, she as indeed answering their question. See, such a fun game

Watching the pampered woman discuss her shopping habits in a luxury boutique and call it normal and regular, while they knew the tidy sum she no doubt spent was far greater than money they could ever spend on accessories, all while waiting to hear of clues to an assault, to actual police work, it was hard to hold back that annoyance. And as they struggled, the more Sypha wanted to toss her bad and let out the most gleeful of laughs. But no, she stayed to her act. It was a craft and such fun.

“I get to the register and this woman in an orange too vivid for her undertone starts yelling that they sold the last pink fur First to me. I, of course, ignore this woman with no manners. Ma’am this is Fendi, not a fish market, control yourself”, she scoffed before continuing. “The sales person ignores her too because, me, I am the greater patron and they were probably going to send it over to me anyway. They bag up everything, ask if I need assistance to the parking lot, which I refuse after taking note of their names for later bonuses. You have to be good to your sales people, you just have to. Anyway, bags in hand, this over ripe orange grabs the bag”, she says raising her voice just a bit and leans forward before shaking her head, disbelief completely on her face, because, my heavens, the fucking horror.

“She yanks the bag trying to take it from me, saying I should name my price she will buy it from me, any price. This is where I laugh because if I named any price I could certainly name several hundred billion Won for giggles right, but that’s just so tacky. And I’m not a certified reseller, just so tacky.”

At this point the lead officer is pacing to try and prevent interrupting. While he is not certain who she is from her name, he doesn’t keep up on the glitzy folk, its clear she’s someone very rich’s spoiled brat and pissing her off would only end badly if brought up the chain of command. But as she dives into the clashing scents on the woman and her horrible haircut he has had enough. “Please”, he says loudly then clears his throat, “these details are not needed.”

Sypha holds an offended look on her face, eyes focused in a way that let him know, this would certainly be going up the chain of command and he would not enjoy it. “I am trying to explain what happened and you’re cutting me off while I’m speaking. I’m trying to not mix up anything cause so much happened between yesterday and today and you’re yelling at me. That’s no way to speak to me.”

He sighs, visibly done with her, but this time keeps his voice calm, “I apologize but please, we’re looking for the events that happened outside. Our sources mentioned a black matte foreign SUV and several shopping bags being seen in the back open window.”

Sypha scoffed again, rolling her eyes. “I am trying to tell you how it got there. I still can’t believe that orange called the police when she is the one that harassed me on the street. To call the police when I didn’t bother filing a complaint of how she carried on is so crazy.”

The second officer began scribbling on his notepad, the lead perking up, waiting for Sypha to stop her complaining on lack of manners. “This woman in orange, you said she harassed you?”

“See if you let me talk you would realize that was what I was explaining. I got the last two fur Fendi First’s and she was mad. When I got to my car she appeared and began yelling. She even kicked my tires and tried to hit me with her ugly clutch! She tried to reach into the car and pull the bags out and my driver had to get between us and ask her to stop. And this woman called the police? And you all really called me down here for this?”

“Miss”, the lead officer said then sighed, mumbling a hushed curse under his breath. “The complainant has a broken wrist and sources say a vehicle like yours left the scene where the woman was crying.”

“What?” Sypha exclaimed. “A broken wrist? I never even touched her, her perfume made me nauseous! She harassed me. My driver got me in the car and left her there kicking other cars and slapping her clutch on them too. “ She paused and narrowed her eyes at both officers. “You requested I come here over this? When I was harassed and didn’t make a thing out of it? She should know who hurt her? What kind of policing is this?”

The officers mumbled to themselves because Sypha was making some much sense. Her only obvious crime was being rich and keen to make judgements on those believed to be inferior to her. In truth the woman got too close and Sypha indeed snapped her wrist before taking the tiniest taste of her blood, just enough to mess with her own memory of the event. Before the officers could ask another question the door opened, police chief hurriedly apologizing for the misunderstanding and sending the woman on her way. The officers would face rapid punishment for bringing Sypha to such a lowly place.

Walking back to her car she made a mental note to visit that woman again, she would need to repay this disservice. She wondered how many nightmares she could take before she snapped. Oh the joy, another fun game. 

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