AlteredTundra

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

L o c a t i o n • Unholy Trinity Table I n t e r a c t i o n s • Chanel and Julie (directly), and Xixi &Reli (indirectly/observing)

Truth be told, the poor brunette was finding herself lost in everything that was happening, she was struggling to just keep track of who came and went. In the span of what felt like an eternity for her, a few others came and went from the general area. She surprisingly remembered the names even if the faces were like blurs. Someone named XiXi and another named Reli. She also remembered something about the second one being an idiot? God, it was confusing and difficult to remember everything she heard come from April and Chanel. Again, she had mentally tried to do everything within her power to not become a victim of the overwhelming feeling passing through her.

And boy was Stella finding herself lucky that XiXi, who she couldn't help but notice was very pretty, left with another person who was easy on the eyes.

By the time she even realized what was happening, Stella parked it next to Chanel. She only knew Chanel from being on the same cheerleading squad and even then the times she talked to her was minimal at most, which brought Stella down a bit. She tried to be as nice to just about anyone who crossed her path. She knew some found it a little weird and annoying, but she never let it get to her. And she had heard some ...frightening things about Chanel. Stranger thing was Chanel never showed that to Stella. Maybe it was her own innocence that blinded her. Honestly, she wasn't sure. Thinking back on a lot of things, she wasn't quite sure exactly what to believe. For the moment, however, she thought Coco was nice. She wouldn't want to jinx it. Stella Lambert didn't do confrontation well.

As Stella just sat there, almost deer in the headlight-like eyes darting from Chanel and Julie, she felt like the fish out of water. Still, that didn't stop her from giving both of them a smile. "How bad is it? Will I need a new skirt?" She asked, again her head going left to right then back to the left when she would look to both Chanel and Julie.

that's so meta || character storage thread

Leone Deveraux ☠ The Lunatic Hunter

_{FC; Michael B. Jordan | DC; Burnt Orange}

_Occupation

Anti-Vampire Vampire Hunter for The Order, but since everyone needs some kind of day job, he also works the piers.

_Loyalty

By his law, Leone is loyal to The Order, though he frequently tests Khione's patience with him by going off on his own and favoring his own self-interests from time to time.

_Aspirations

To put it quite simply: Leone wants to rid this world of all vampires and anything that shares their blood and ideologies. Whether you're a vampire supporter, a half-breed, or a full-blooded one, you will be on his list of things to kill. No one should ever support them. All shall be eradicated from this world and Leone intends to contribute to that as much as he can.

_Philosophy

"It's killing business and business is good."

_Fears

"What are my fears? You're joking, right? I fear nothing, not a man, woman, child, or anything in this world. I am invincible! If you think a man like me should ever fear anything, then I beg you to come at me so I can give you something to fear!"

_{I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA. I got hustle though, ambition, flow, inside my DNA — DNA by Kendrick Lamar}

_Appearance

Leone is a fit black man with short hair, brown eyes, and features that always make the ladies swoon. Yes, okay he knows that he's good looking and doesn't take cautionary measures to hide it either. Standing tall at six feet and weighing over two-hundred pounds, it goes without saying that Leone is built like a chisled stone. Rock-hard abs for days, a cheeky grin when feeling chipper and a laugh when feeling like he wants to tease someone. His body is mostly without hair except for his face. He takes pride in having a smooth body and might take extra time in the bathroom to ensure it is kept that way.

When it comes to what he chooses to wear, Leone has three modes: casual, work, and formal. For casual, he wears comfortable fabrics and usually keeps himself covered with some kind of shirt and jeans. Or if it's not that combo, windbreaker shorts and some kind of sports jersey because, yes, he is a walking stereotype and it doesn't bother him one bit. Work-wise, you won't catch him wearing anything flashy. His style of fighting is roughly stealth-based, so he doesn't wear anything that will bring him unwanted attention. Dark colors work for when he hunts at night, which he definitely does. For formal gatherings or more exclusive events, some form of a three-piece suit is seen with the appropriate cufflinks and shoes. He is also a black-tie kind of guy. Suit wise, he does like himself something flashy. If he's gonna shell out his hard-owned money on a suit or two, might as well pay a few extra bucks for the best money can buy.

_Personality

From first impressions alone and not digging that deep into him, Leone appears to be just like every New Yorker. His smile is a bit too wide, his attitude just with the right amount of aggression and down-to-earthiness. He appears to be gentle just a bit and with enough edge to balance him and prevent him from being too much of a dick, which his first impression could come across as that if rubbed the wrong way. He will also appear to care about those who try talking to him. It's the most he could bring himself to do.

Yes, all of this sounds wonderful. And it would be nice to see if it were actually really him. The thing about Leone is he isn't how he appears to just everyday people. What they might see from the smile to his charming wit is all an act. The real Leone Deveraux is a hateful, arrogant man who has one true love: killing anything supernatural but specifically, he enjoys killing vampires. When their bodies disintegrate into ash, he is overcome with an undoubtable energy where it could make him look like a deranged killer or just someone who enjoys the death of another person a bit too much. Truth be told, Leone is a bit unhinged in that way. It mostly is kept under wraps, but when faced with a kill of a vampire, he can't keep it inside. He must let out that primal scream similar to how a man might act after taking a heavy bump of crystal meth.

Killing has really been the only thing he's known and as a result, there's not much about him that's favorable among his fellow man other than his mutual hatred for the supernatural. Yes, he could be charming and funny and maybe even flirt a little bit. He has been known to go a little wild after a good hunt. He might fuck around with his fellow hunters a bit by pranking them harshly or actually taking them into the nearest room. Who knows really, but even someone like The Lunatic Hunter needs to let loose on his fellow human every once in a while, but he is severely picky about who he takes into a bedroom.

_{Likes/Dislikes}
▲ Killing Vampires
▲ Drinking and fucking around with people (pranking wise)
▲ Having a good time with little emotional attachments
▲ New York Pizza
▲ Certain drugs that give him a nice high.
▲ Leather

▼ Obviously he hates anything supernatural but mostly vampires.
▼ Low energy losers.
▼ Following orders. He marches to his own drum, not whatever Khione dictates
▼ Hawaiian pizza
▼ Vampire sympathizers
▼ Being confined to cramped spaces. No not because he's closterphobic but Leone needs at least a kill a night to keep his insanity in check.

_History

Leone, born to the name Napoleon Marcel Deveraux, was indeed born into a strange family. Or well, it was strange to him because there was a lot of weird things happening that would otherwise raise a lot of eyebrows. For whatever reason, there seemed to be nothing but normalcy when it came to his family. He was born to a family of ten members: his father, Xavier and his mother, Dominique, and nine older siblings: Simone, Sonia, Sandra, Sally, Lester, Larry, Luthor, Luke, and then you have the youngest, Leone. All of his siblings are at least three years apart, which the oldest being nearly thirty years older than him, but he would never get to know them past the age of ten.

On a tragic night that Leone is still haunted by to this very day, he lost his entire family. At only ten years old, he was frightened when a pack of vampires came into his home and slaughtered his siblings, feeding upon their flesh with nothing left but their rotting corpse. Leone, who could barely defend himself, did the only thing he thought he should do at the time: hide in the vampire-proofed celler. He hid there for days until he forced himself out from pure hunger. When he left, the first thing he caught his attention was the instant, putrid scent of nine decaying corpses. He had to cover his mouth with his shirt to just navigate it. Though he was hungry and weak from exhaustion, young Leone had to get out of his family compound.

And so he ran. He didn't just run from the house to get fresh air but he ran away. And at some point within only three months of being on the run, Leone was found by someone claiming to know his family. More importantly, this person told little Leo about how his family -- and Leone by blood -- belonged to an organization simply called The Order. He didn't know what to make of it at first, but the person who approached him was friendly enough, so he went with this person. It was in the following ten years, he went under a literal hell. From experiments to army-level training, Leone, along with so many others like him, were pushed to their absolute limits, physical or otherwise.

When it was all said and done, Leone came out of it a new man. He came out of the torture he was put through as a trained killer. Throughout his entire ordeal, Leone never lost sight of what he promised himself every night...

"I will kill every vampire that walks this world!"

And since officially "graduating" whatever fucked up school/academy system he was sent to, he has lived up to this philosophy. Every contract he received, whether with a partner and officially sanctioned by The Order or on his own, Leone made sure to not waste a single kill and he made sure to savor each one. It wouldn't take long for anyone to notice that something was seriously deranged with the self-titled "Lunatic Hunter" of The Order. He enjoyed killing vampires so much that he actually liked it when they begged for mercy. His hatred for them would soon become something worthy of conversation. Or at least, that's what the paranoia inside Leone thought it would be. He knew he had problems losing it when it came to killing the nightcrawling bloodsuckers. But the way he always saw it was one less vampire alive meant one less life taken.

As one might assume, eventually his side missions became a problem and he soon found himself on thin ice a few times. Despite being able to sweet talk his way out of it, especially in more recent times, Leone knew he had to take it easy. He tried to limit his kills to official contracts and not ones he took for his own pleasure. To offset this, he turned to indulging in other pleasures that he actually enjoyed. He liked working by the piers of New York, gambling, and, of course, sex. He was definitely one to brag, but to save certain people the embarrassment, he never named names.

Yes, Leone Deveraux tried his best to keep his hatred in check, but sometimes it didn't always go according to plan. Sometimes to keep the beast in check, it has to taste blood so it does not go past the point of no return.

_{“The smallest lapse in emotion leaves me spinning, overcome with bloodlust.” ― Ilse V. Rensburg}

_Skills

Trained to Kill

Leone was trained since an early age in a variety of fighting styles and been given knowledge pertaining to mythology and weaknesses of the supernatural. Some might be myths but others are very real. His main focus, given the landscape of some parts of the world, was how to deal with vampires effectively. He knows when to strike, how to deliver that strike, and what to use to deliver the final blow.

Enhanced Body

Through his genetically-enhanced body ala the vampire blood injections, over time it has made him faster, stronger, and, should he want to, even more vicious in his killings. He is normally a sadistic hunter, but there comes a time where his eyes will turn blood red and he enters a form of a bloodlust rage where the only thing he can see is his darkest desires to kill every vampire (good or bad) in his sight. In this state, though his better judgment is gone, he is faster and stronger than he normally would be. His body moves with grace and agility, his fighting capabilities are increased, and how aggressive he gets only increases the more he kills. This, however, will only last for a few minutes. Should he want it to last longer, he would need to intake more vampire blood, which is not something he would do willingly unless he didn't have any other choice.

Athletically Gifted (non supernatural ability)

when you push aside the enhanced capabilities and strip away the killing techniques, Leone also demonstrates a natural ability to be limber. Granted, he isn't the most fluid in the totally flashy jumps and flips that most might see on shows like Ninja Warrior, but he is able to jump far and high, gain some incredible speeds on foot, and, though this is purely in his own mind, he looks great doing it, too.

A Charming Manipulator

If there's one thing to be said about Leone's non-fighting abilities, it's his way to get himself out of sticky situations (for the most part). As a gambling man, he does try and press his luck. Fortune is almost always in his favor. If he's in trouble with some within The Order, he'll attempt to sweet talk his way out of it, but it doesn't always work in his favor. There have been times where he has to sleep in the bed he made for himself. But just let it be known he can squeeze his way out of situations should he feel the need to.

Cooking and Baking

Okay, this might be a hobby but, hey! Who doesn't love a guy who can cook? Leone enjoys cooking and he's been told it's one of his better qualities. He has most techniques down and can make almost anything from whatever he has to deal with. He also, through his enhanced body, a higher sense of smell than most breeds of bloodhounds do. As a result, he can tell when something might be artificial and when it's all natural.

Side note: Leone only cooks with natural ingredients. If you're going to eat, might as well be the good stuff.

Word association Game!

Symbiote

[Canceled]

Dr. Wells • Forsaken Zeno

_{FC; Matthew Grey Gubler | DC; Amethyst}

_Occupation

Main Physicisan and caregiver at Lifesaver Medical Clinic in Brooklyn, New York City, New York

_Loyalty

Dominic's loyalty is to none of the Royal Families. His loyalty is with those unaffiliated. He treats human and vampires alike who do not side with any of the three families and he looks out for them.

_Aspirations

"I just want to help people and not be bothered by certain people of my family."

_Philosophy

"Hearts, not parts."

_Fears

There is a certain paranoia that Dominic always had when it comes to his family. He may harbor some residual feelings of love for them, his ire for them is much higher than compassion. Aside from a choice few, he still very much hates them, but that is not where his true fear resides. Of course, he's always paranoid that his family will reel him back into the fold, but it is the bloodlust that he knows exists in his family's DNA that makes Dominic truly afraid of himself. And it is truly terrible how rapid the Zeno Bloodlust is. Dominic rarely felt it but it has always been in the back of his mind, thus he always does as much good so the bad doesn't come to the surface. Despite everything he might do, however, he knows it is there...

_{Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes — Drive by Incubus}

_Appearance

Throughout the years, Dom has put on maybe a year or two of physical age onto his slowly aging body, he still has retained not only the youthful appearance of a twenty-eight-year-old vampire, but he also has forever retained his lanky figure. Being a man who stands roughly around six feet and two inches, Dominic, despite how he was put through rigorous training regimens during his time in the army and works out daily, he has not gained a single ounce of muscle past what his vampire body would allow. Maybe this is due to the limited amount of blood he intakes, but nevertheless, for over ninety years, Dominic is a lanky vampire.

But, that doesn’t mean he can’t look fashionable, right? Truth be told, Dominic does fashion himself a bit on the quirky side. It doesn’t matter if he has normal dark brown hair and lighter brown eyes or even a job in which he helps people, his fashion sense is something close to odd and colorful. He has never shied away from displaying his colorful personality in his clothes. Whether it’s mismatched socks, tye-dye shirts, and sweaters, pants of plaid and flannel, or shoes with the pansexual flag colors on it, Dominic is someone with just enough bizarre tastes to pass as reasonably weird. He also really enjoys ear, neck, and wrist accessories.

_Personality

_{Compassionate + Understanding + Sympathetic + Honorable + Positively Proud + Loving + Emotionally Unpredictable + Manic + Desperate + Prone to Vampiric Bloodlust}

There’s something prideful about Dominic, though not in the typical vampire pride that one might think. In the mixture of his quirky charm, unconditional compassion for just about anyone who comes under his care, Dominic indeed has pride for himself and for those who all have the strength to stand up for what they believe in. there also comes a layer of respect he will feel for someone should they stick to their guns. Whether the choices made are ones he could bring himself to like or not doesn’t matter. Being someone who made hard choices at the point in his life, Dominic wouldn’t feel right if he judged someone for their own choices, so there comes a respect no matter what.

Dominic took a long time finding his identity, but eventually, when he broke free of his family’s grip on him (which did take a while), he was free to be himself. Every bit of Dominic’s life is centered around proud of himself, of his accomplishments, and of the lives he saves. He can love who he wants with little to no disregard what his family thinks. As an out pansexual, by both accepting himself, Dominic too accepts everyone for who they are. The only moments he finds himself feeling negative emotions is when confronted with impossible tasks or with those who discriminate against him or anyone trying to live their life. When this comes, Dominic may be the most ferocious pure blooded vampire you’ll ever meet due to his knowledge of the human body.

That is Dominic Wells. Anger does not come to the surface often, but when it does, there’s no stopping it.

_{Likes/Dislikes}
▲ Art (Music, poetry, theater, broadway, comic books)
▲ Saving lives (mostly through music but also lives saving lives through other means)
▲ Exercizing (it brings Dominic peace and helps him deal with his bloodlust.)
▲ New York Pizza, though he also likes Hawaiian Pizza, too!
▲ Medical and Vampire Dramas (don't judge him)
▲ A select few members of his family.

▼ Everything illegal and morally wrong to do with his family
▼ His vampiric impulses
▼ Killing
▼ The horror genre
▼ Summer in New York
▼ Seeing humans as less than people

_History

Born sometime in the 1860s, Dr. Dominic Peter Wells -- born to the name Domenico Pietro Zeno -- came into the Zeno family as the youngest of the Pure Blooded members of the Sicilian-based Vampire family. Their history is shrouded in a lot of things that Dominic had never really cared about nor did he like it. It’s true that he always was the black sheep of the family. From the moment he found out about exactly his family was all about, he made the conscious decision to have no part of it. This was, of course, met with a lot of disappointment and not one congratulations but, at the same time, when he made the decision at the start of the 1890s, Dominic was greeted with a few inches of respect. It was almost as though, while his family didn’t understand his choices, Dominic was given the “free pass” kind of respect he didn’t expect.

Since then, though he had run-ins with his siblings, Dominic remained as distant as he possibly could. Whatever was in his power to isolate himself from who his family was, Dominic did it. He wandered the globe from Morocco to Spain and even spent time somewhere in Pre-Nazi Germany. There came a point in time, however, where he stumbled back into the states. It was at the start of World War Two and by this time, he achieved something nobody in his family, let alone Tavi, could ever hope to achieve.

Compassion for the humans. And boy did it ever come through in the best of ways for the Youngest of the Zenos.

Dominic had spent those years around the world studying medicine. To him, learning how to heal was the best thing he could do to ensure that he would never become the bloodthirsty monster that all his siblings seemed to have no problem being. With a couple of fields of specialties, Dominic’s main focus was general care. Making sure those who needed to be patched up were and those who needed immediate care were given just that. He was an assistant to a doctor in England after graduating top of his class at St. George’s around the start of the 1920 decade. From there, he ventured back to the United States of America.

Only, after laying as low as he possibly could, Dominic, who had gained a sense of love for the Americans and humans in general, was struck with a hard blow when the Second World War began. He wanted to stay at the small clinic in Denver Colorado that he had been working at, but something called to him. So he enrolled in the US Army as a medical specialist, but when enrolled, he was trained as a combat medic. Though his contributions might’ve seemed little in comparison to those who fought on the frontlines, Dominic felt rewarded ten times over knowing that his skilled would either help those who were injured to make it out of one battle and possibly to their loved ones back home or that he was one of many contributing factors that led to the end of World War II when he second Atom Bomb hit Japan.

And then came the second wave of Dominic laying low. Over forty or fifty years he spent living all over the country, never staying in one state for too long. At some point, Dominic lived in Los Angeles during the 1980s where Hair Metal and Heavy Metal took off, then there was a point in time where he lived in Seattle for a couple of years. Ironically, it was during another round of mainstream rock genres, this time, however, it was the rise of Grunge and Nirvana. Dominic could even remember seeing Kurt Cobain live once before his band made it big. At some point, Dominic wept with the rest of the country when news broke of Kurt’s suicide. Feeling attached to the music, he went down a near dark path where he almost fed on the source instead of the blood bags he had fed on for the longest time. It wasn’t until he saw himself in the mirror with his red eyes and fangs out did he stop himself.

“Never again.”

Those words stayed with him and have stayed with him until the current decade of 2020. Dr. Dominic Wells, a doctor of medicine and healer, vowed to never again let himself be controlled by the beast within. Dominic Wells, the proud and out Pansexual never would let himself to feed upon the people he loved; not just those he cared for at his clinic in New York City, but those he had loved during his years roaming the world. Dominic Wells, though a pure-blooded vampire of the Royal Zeno Family, has never been more human in his entire life than knowing that now is the best time to promote love over hate than anything else, especially with all of the hate going around in the country.

_{“We were meant to rescue each other, not cut down the forest to rescue one.” — Shannon L. Alder}

_Skills

Trained Combat Medic

Easily the focus of his entire skillset, Dominic lived his life mostly as a wayward vampire until enlisting into the USA Army. When he joined, while he focused on medicine, he also was given combat training. In this, Dominic learned how to fire a gun (even though he hasn’t fired one in his life), he learned basic army fighting techniques (even though he doesn’t like to fight), and most important of all, he learned the tools and trades of how to save a life (something he has never forgotten). Most of what Dominic learned in the army aside from medicine knowledge is all but muscle memory now. As far as medical talents, he is a gifted surgeon and can identify most known physical injuries just by feeling the bone.

Pureblooded Vampire Physiology

Like other pure blooded vampires, Dominic’s body is built to move faster, attack stronger, and last longer than say vampires turned. But, due to Dominic cutting himself off from drinking blood from the source about one hundred and ten years ago, his strength is not even close to what it could be. While faster than the average human, his movements are slower than the rest of his kind. His physical attacks are weaker and longevity waned down, thus why he started to age a little faster than some (though it’s not noticeable to non-vampires).

Compulsion

Dominic, like most vampires, can persuade people to do what he wants them to do. Some might use this ability for evil, but Dom only uses it on stubborn patients of his or those he sees need medical treatment. If they refuse, he simply suggests they accept his help and he gives it to them. Though technically this would make Dominic a hypocrite, he only uses this particular ability as a way to help another person who he knows needs his help.

Artistic

Since the 1980s, Dominic Wells has been a creative soul. First drawn to music, he picked up his first guitar after seeing Twisted Sister live in Hollywood. He taught himself to play and by the 90s, he had opened for Nirvana as a solo act. Soon after Grunge faded, however, he found a love for painting and writing. He writes poetry and paints using both traditional means and digital works using Adobe Photoshop. He also designs stuff for his work like the logo of his clinic, his business cards, and some of the shirts he wears are his own designs.

Multilingual

Not including his native Italian, during his travels in both work and for pleasure, Dominic’s fast mind picked up the full understanding and knowledge of four languages: Arabic, German, French, and Spanish. Dominic can understand Russian, but he can’t speak it fluently and he does understand some Mandarin Chinese phrases. Most of the languages he does understand and speak fluently are used on a regular basis because he lives in a very immigrant-heavy neighborhood, so understanding his patients’ native tongue is very important to him.

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Leone Deveraux ☠ The Lunatic Hunter

_{FC; Michael B. Jordan | DC; Burnt Orange}

_Occupation

Anti-Vampire Vampire Hunter for The Order, but since everyone needs some kind of day job, he also works the piers.

_Loyalty

By his law, Leone is loyal to The Order, though he frequently tests Khione's patience with him by going off on his own and favoring his own self-interests from time to time.

_Aspirations

To put it quite simply: Leone wants to rid this world of all vampires and anything that shares their blood and ideologies. Whether you're a vampire supporter, a half-breed, or a full-blooded one, you will be on his list of things to kill. No one should ever support them. All shall be eradicated from this world and Leone intends to contribute to that as much as he can.

_Philosophy

"It's killing business and business is good."

_Fears

"What are my fears? You're joking, right? I fear nothing, not a man, woman, child, or anything in this world. I am invincible! If you think a man like me should ever fear anything, then I beg you to come at me so I can give you something to fear!"

_{I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA. I got hustle though, ambition, flow, inside my DNA — DNA by Kendrick Lamar}

_Appearance

Leone is a fit black man with short hair, brown eyes, and features that always make the ladies swoon. Yes, okay he knows that he's good looking and doesn't take cautionary measures to hide it either. Standing tall at six feet and weighing over two-hundred pounds, it goes without saying that Leone is built like a chisled stone. Rock-hard abs for days, a cheeky grin when feeling chipper and a laugh when feeling like he wants to tease someone. His body is mostly without hair except for his face. He takes pride in having a smooth body and might take extra time in the bathroom to ensure it is kept that way.

When it comes to what he chooses to wear, Leone has three modes: casual, work, and formal. For casual, he wears comfortable fabrics and usually keeps himself covered with some kind of shirt and jeans. Or if it's not that combo, windbreaker shorts and some kind of sports jersey because, yes, he is a walking stereotype and it doesn't bother him one bit. Work-wise, you won't catch him wearing anything flashy. His style of fighting is roughly stealth-based, so he doesn't wear anything that will bring him unwanted attention. Dark colors work for when he hunts at night, which he definitely does. For formal gatherings or more exclusive events, some form of a three-piece suit is seen with the appropriate cufflinks and shoes. He is also a black-tie kind of guy. Suit wise, he does like himself something flashy. If he's gonna shell out his hard-owned money on a suit or two, might as well pay a few extra bucks for the best money can buy.

_Personality

From first impressions alone and not digging that deep into him, Leone appears to be just like every New Yorker. His smile is a bit too wide, his attitude just with the right amount of aggression and down-to-earthiness. He appears to be gentle just a bit and with enough edge to balance him and prevent him from being too much of a dick, which his first impression could come across as that if rubbed the wrong way. He will also appear to care about those who try talking to him. It's the most he could bring himself to do.

Yes, all of this sounds wonderful. And it would be nice to see if it were actually really him. The thing about Leone is he isn't how he appears to just everyday people. What they might see from the smile to his charming wit is all an act. The real Leone Deveraux is a hateful, arrogant man who has one true love: killing anything supernatural but specifically, he enjoys killing vampires. When their bodies disintegrate into ash, he is overcome with an undoubtable energy where it could make him look like a deranged killer or just someone who enjoys the death of another person a bit too much. Truth be told, Leone is a bit unhinged in that way. It mostly is kept under wraps, but when faced with a kill of a vampire, he can't keep it inside. He must let out that primal scream similar to how a man might act after taking a heavy bump of crystal meth.

Killing has really been the only thing he's known and as a result, there's not much about him that's favorable among his fellow man other than his mutual hatred for the supernatural. Yes, he could be charming and funny and maybe even flirt a little bit. He has been known to go a little wild after a good hunt. He might fuck around with his fellow hunters a bit by pranking them harshly or actually taking them into the nearest room. Who knows really, but even someone like The Lunatic Hunter needs to let loose on his fellow human every once in a while, but he is severely picky about who he takes into a bedroom.

_{Likes/Dislikes}
▲ Killing Vampires
▲ Drinking and fucking around with people (pranking wise)
▲ Having a good time with little emotional attachments
▲ New York Pizza
▲ Certain drugs that give him a nice high.
▲ Leather

▼ Obviously he hates anything supernatural but mostly vampires.
▼ Low energy losers.
▼ Following orders. He marches to his own drum, not whatever Khione dictates
▼ Hawaiian pizza
▼ Vampire sympathizers
▼ Being confined to cramped spaces. No not because he's closterphobic but Leone needs at least a kill a night to keep his insanity in check.

_History

Leone, born to the name Napoleon Marcel Deveraux, was indeed born into a strange family. Or well, it was strange to him because there was a lot of weird things happening that would otherwise raise a lot of eyebrows. For whatever reason, there seemed to be nothing but normalcy when it came to his family. He was born to a family of ten members: his father, Xavier and his mother, Dominique, and nine older siblings: Simone, Sonia, Sandra, Sally, Lester, Larry, Luthor, Luke, and then you have the youngest, Leone. All of his siblings are at least three years apart, which the oldest being nearly thirty years older than him, but he would never get to know them past the age of ten.

On a tragic night that Leone is still haunted by to this very day, he lost his entire family. At only ten years old, he was frightened when a pack of vampires came into his home and slaughtered his siblings, feeding upon their flesh with nothing left but their rotting corpse. Leone, who could barely defend himself, did the only thing he thought he should do at the time: hide in the vampire-proofed celler. He hid there for days until he forced himself out from pure hunger. When he left, the first thing he caught his attention was the instant, putrid scent of nine decaying corpses. He had to cover his mouth with his shirt to just navigate it. Though he was hungry and weak from exhaustion, young Leone had to get out of his family compound.

And so he ran. He didn't just run from the house to get fresh air but he ran away. And at some point within only three months of being on the run, Leone was found by someone claiming to know his family. More importantly, this person told little Leo about how his family -- and Leone by blood -- belonged to an organization simply called The Order. He didn't know what to make of it at first, but the person who approached him was friendly enough, so he went with this person. It was in the following ten years, he went under a literal hell. From experiments to army-level training, Leone, along with so many others like him, were pushed to their absolute limits, physical or otherwise.

When it was all said and done, Leone came out of it a new man. He came out of the torture he was put through as a trained killer. Throughout his entire ordeal, Leone never lost sight of what he promised himself every night...

"I will kill every vampire that walks this world!"

And since officially "graduating" whatever fucked up school/academy system he was sent to, he has lived up to this philosophy. Every contract he received, whether with a partner and officially sanctioned by The Order or on his own, Leone made sure to not waste a single kill and he made sure to savor each one. It wouldn't take long for anyone to notice that something was seriously deranged with the self-titled "Lunatic Hunter" of The Order. He enjoyed killing vampires so much that he actually liked it when they begged for mercy. His hatred for them would soon become something worthy of conversation. Or at least, that's what the paranoia inside Leone thought it would be. He knew he had problems losing it when it came to killing the nightcrawling bloodsuckers. But the way he always saw it was one less vampire alive meant one less life taken.

As one might assume, eventually his side missions became a problem and he soon found himself on thin ice a few times. Despite being able to sweet talk his way out of it, especially in more recent times, Leone knew he had to take it easy. He tried to limit his kills to official contracts and not ones he took for his own pleasure. To offset this, he turned to indulging in other pleasures that he actually enjoyed. He liked working by the piers of New York, gambling, and, of course, sex. He was definitely one to brag, but to save certain people the embarrassment, he never named names.

Yes, Leone Deveraux tried his best to keep his hatred in check, but sometimes it didn't always go according to plan. Sometimes to keep the beast in check, it has to taste blood so it does not go past the point of no return.

_{“The smallest lapse in emotion leaves me spinning, overcome with bloodlust.” ― Ilse V. Rensburg}

_Skills

Trained to Kill

Leone was trained since an early age in a variety of fighting styles and been given knowledge pertaining to mythology and weaknesses of the supernatural. Some might be myths but others are very real. His main focus, given the landscape of some parts of the world, was how to deal with vampires effectively. He knows when to strike, how to deliver that strike, and what to use to deliver the final blow.

Enhanced Body

Through his genetically-enhanced body ala the vampire blood injections, over time it has made him faster, stronger, and, should he want to, even more vicious in his killings. He is normally a sadistic hunter, but there comes a time where his eyes will turn blood red and he enters a form of a bloodlust rage where the only thing he can see is his darkest desires to kill every vampire (good or bad) in his sight. In this state, though his better judgment is gone, he is faster and stronger than he normally would be. His body moves with grace and agility, his fighting capabilities are increased, and how aggressive he gets only increases the more he kills. This, however, will only last for a few minutes. Should he want it to last longer, he would need to intake more vampire blood, which is not something he would do willingly unless he didn't have any other choice.

Athletically Gifted (non supernatural ability)

when you push aside the enhanced capabilities and strip away the killing techniques, Leone also demonstrates a natural ability to be limber. Granted, he isn't the most fluid in the totally flashy jumps and flips that most might see on shows like Ninja Warrior, but he is able to jump far and high, gain some incredible speeds on foot, and, though this is purely in his own mind, he looks great doing it, too.

A Charming Manipulator

If there's one thing to be said about Leone's non-fighting abilities, it's his way to get himself out of sticky situations (for the most part). As a gambling man, he does try and press his luck. Fortune is almost always in his favor. If he's in trouble with some within The Order, he'll attempt to sweet talk his way out of it, but it doesn't always work in his favor. There have been times where he has to sleep in the bed he made for himself. But just let it be known he can squeeze his way out of situations should he feel the need to.

Cooking and Baking

Okay, this might be a hobby but, hey! Who doesn't love a guy who can cook? Leone enjoys cooking and he's been told it's one of his better qualities. He has most techniques down and can make almost anything from whatever he has to deal with. He also, through his enhanced body, a higher sense of smell than most breeds of bloodhounds do. As a result, he can tell when something might be artificial and when it's all natural.

Side note: Leone only cooks with natural ingredients. If you're going to eat, might as well be the good stuff.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Some people stand in the darkness, Afraid to step into the light.
Some people need to have somebody on the edge of surrenders inside.

Don’t you worry, it’s gonna be alright
‘cause I’m always ready I won’t let you outta my sight.

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Ariel offered no parting words to her father, nor did he offer any to her. Simply getting up and walking out of the office as calmly as she could, she shoved her hands into her jacket pockets to keep them from shaking. While Chamberlain had dismissed them to lunch, Ariel didn’t feel any sort of hunger. What she felt was nearly indescribable. It was the feeling she always got around her father. Her stomach tied in a knot, her palms sweaty, a lump in her throat, and her mind racing. No doubt she would have to deal with his anger about having to come to the school later.

Instead of heading towards the lunchroom, Ariel made a beeline for double doors at the end of the hall that led to the outside. Fresh air. That was what she needed right now. Soon Kavi was right behind her as he had pushed open the door for her.

“Well, thank fuck that’s over,” he stated, breathing out one single breath of relief. “If only our fathers knew we had resolved it yesterday. Maybe they could have saved themselves a trip.”

”Trillian Grey never listens to anyone but himself,” she said, her voice hostile. ”I could have told him not to come a thousand times and he still would. Because that's what he does. That's Trillian.

Kavi laughed as they made it outside the front office. “If you forgive me for saying this,” he paused, looking at Ariel, “I really wanted to punch the fuck out of his face.” He admitted with only a little shame, if not because he was Ariel’s father and while he didn’t like Trillian one bit, he did like Ariel a great deal.

Oh, the bittersweet irony. How many times over the years had Ariel laid in her bed wishing someone would come and punch her father square in his face. But for some odd reason that she couldn’t really figure out, Ariel didn’t want Kavi to do that. ”I wouldn’t advise that Kavi,” she said as she stopped walking, looking him in the eye.

It took Kavi a short moment to see that Ariel had stopped. “What? You don’t think I could take him?” He joked, a smile on his face.

”No. Because he'd h-” Because he'd hurt you like he did me. ”Because has the type of guy to press charges. He'd have so many lawyers on your ass it isn't funny. He has to many connections in this town. The man can get away with just about anything he wants.”

As he stood there, Kavi was starting to think those rumors that Nikki told him about were more than just rumors. The way she spoke about Trillian wasn’t how a daughter should speak about her own father. He didn’t know what, but he knew one thing: there was something Ariel wasn’t telling him and he intended to find out what it was, but he knew he had to tread carefully. There was no telling what her reaction could be if he was too blunt about it.

Taking another short moment, he just let out a small breath, sighing more to himself. “Even men with connections get brought down. Just look at what happened with Harvey Weinstein. A big powerful man in Hollywood and he was brought to his knees in the eyes of the public,” Kavi reminded her. “And if he tries to come at me, well, then I’ll just have to come at him harder.” Always the confident one, Kavi showed no fear when it came to what may or may not happen to him at the hands of Trillian Grey.

”Kavi. You don’t understand. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve seen my father wiggle out of the most stickiest of situations? How many times he’s slipped a couple of hundreds into someone else's hand? And as if he didn’t have financial influence over people, he has his mind games.” She took a deep breath, her mind racing.

Ariel knew what she said didn’t really make any sense to Kavi. But she couldn’t just outright tell him one of her biggest secrets, could she?

”The point is - you aren’t hitting my father. There’s no reason for you to. What you have seen back there was just him being his normal self. He’s known to be an asshole sometimes.”

“Do you know who you’re talking to? I mean, everyone says how much of a douchebag I can be. My broken nose is the consequence of it.” Kavi pointed to his nose, smiling to prove his point. “Besides, I don’t like the way he treats you. He had no problem belittling you in front of not only my father but the fucking principal of our school. Even if I were to face assault charges, it would be worth it just to know I got a good shot in.”

”I just really don’t want to see you get hurt, okay? While you know how to pack a punch, so does he. You might be a douche, he might be a douche. You can throw fists, so can he. But when it comes down to it at the end of the day, you will never be the monster he is.” It took her a moment to realize what she had said, her face getting hot.

Something was up, Kavi could see it. The way she was talking about her father and just how worried she seemed about how her father might hurt him caused the teen to raise an eyebrow not out of suspicion but curiosity and concern. “Ariel, is everything okay?” He asked, a hand on her shoulder for comfort. “I’m here for you, I hope you know that. We’re friends now or whatever you wanna call it.” He smiled at her. “Or if you don’t want to, we don’t have to. We can just go somewhere and hang out. Either way, I’m here for you.”

Ariel took a deep breath. Was Kavi the best person to trust with this? Perhaps not, but Ariel could think of a lot worse people to tell her secret to. She bit down on her bottom lip before speaking. ”Remember that one time I broke my arm at soccer practice when I was eight, but I didn't play soccer, but no one questioned it? Or that time I broke two of my ribs when I was thirteen practicing a new dance move that I showed you I had perfected just two days before? All of those random wrist sprains or all of the bruises that just come and go? Remember how I flipped out on you for no reason when you suddenly grabbed my arm at Santiago's party?” She was going to say more but had to stop, her voice getting thick. She felt her face getting hot, and he vision blurring as her eyes filled with tears. Was Kavi going to solve the puzzle, or was she going to have to outright say it?

“It must’ve been difficult for you to keep this a secret for so long.” He finally spoke, looking at her and taking her hands into his, squeezing them only enough so she would know that he wasn’t going anywhere. “I’m here for you, Ariel. I’m not going anywhere. If you want to get the hell out of here, I’ll get us an Uber to meet us around the corner and we can ditch the rest of the day. Or we can go to the cafeteria and I’ll buy you as many slices of extra cheese pizza with cheese-stuffed garlic knots. Or whatever you need, I’m going to be right next to you. You’re not alone, Ariel.”

Ariel had to take deep uneven breaths now as she tried to calm her nerves. Kavi didn’t take off back through the doors and charge after her father. Rather the tears coming down were a product of having this weight removed off her shoulders or because she was scared of what to come, she didn’t know. She removed one of her hands from Kavi’s grasp, clasping it over her mouth to keep from being to loud - something that didn’t come without practice. She couldn’t help it. Before Ariel even realized what she was doing, the young woman had her face buried in Kavis chest.

”I… d-don’t feel l-like eating right n-n-now,” she managed.

Kavi reacted as he only knew how: he wrapped his arms around Ariel and embraced her tight. He heard the sounds of her whimper become muffled into his school uniform and he ran a hand up and down the back of her head, patting her black hair softly. As they sat on a bench that was a bit away from the cafeteria but still outside in the sunshine, Kavi continued to comfort her.

“Just let it all out,” he said softly, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Losing inspiration again

FEMALE [18+] looking for WELCOMES

Ah yes, the acquirement of children is necessary for top kek memery.

Also welcome back!

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

_{Dreaming On — Eyeshine — Gone Tomorrow
Atlanta (Live at Flux Studios) — Ron Pope — Atlanta (The Deluxe Edition)
NJ Legion Iced Tea — A Day to Remember — Homesick (Deluxe Edition)
100 Years — Five for Fighting — The Battle For Everything
Dark Reign of Fire (Live) — Rhapsody of Fire — Live From Chaos to Eternity
Teenagers (Live in Mexico) — My Chemical Romance — The Black Parade is Dead
Synchronize (Acoustic) — Hellberg, Aaron Richards — VIP Mix/Acoustic
You're My Chocolate — Savages — Five Finger Discount
Bulls in the Bronx — Pierce the Veil — Collide with the Sky
Amelia — Tonight Alive — What Are you So Scared Of?}

Word association Game!

Science

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

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As Damos’ eyes went back and forth from every single monitor from top left to top right, down every row from the Hestia Housing Buildings to the forest, to the Colosseum, and to the marketplace, he found that was there not only a single sight of any of the students -- at least those that Helena and Hector told him to keep an eye out for -- had appeared on any of the screens. Either they had all retired for the night before Damos’ shift had started, or, like Helena predicted, Dallas Relo was up to something like he had always been known to. Either way, he found it weird that, in addition to the students not being around, those strange readings from before that were off the charts just an hour ago, suddenly disappeared without a trace.

“Scan every area once more,” Damos commanded.

And so the infrared rays did just that. Every screen suddenly appeared to be in various colors and even more detail came up on the screen. Under the ground in every possible area of the campus was, as to be expected, full of worms and other creatures that would live away from light. In addition, much to Damos’ displeasure, no sign of anything else. It was almost as though he couldn’t quite believe that nothing was happening.

He knew something was going to happen very soon. “I need to inform the Headmistress! There is something on the rise.

“Sir?”

Damos’ eyes didn’t leave the screens, something in him trembling. “I don’t know what, but it is way too quiet for a night like this. Not even the typical wolves are howling.”

“Is that a strange occurrence?” Asked one of the men at the desks in the room.

Damos started to walk towards the door but turned around. “Since when have you known wolves not to howl on the night of a full moon?”

And just like that, Damos was gone. He marched his way up the flight of stairs that led to the surface level of the campus and walked across from the research and technology building and directly to the Administration building. Unfortunately, Damos would never get there in time. Just as his hand went to touch the knob and turn it, before if t would move an inch, he heard something similar to a wolf howl, only Damos knew it wasn’t a wolf that he heard. He immediately turned around and his hands both lit up with a deep red flame.

Damos wasn’t just the head of security at Olympus Academy. Though he wasn’t the most combat-efficient Demigod, The Son of Hephaestus knew how to handle himself. And whatever was out there, waiting for him, he came ready bearing the arms of his father. “I am Damos Beattle, Son of Hephaestus and head of security. If you do not come out right now, I will not be responsible for what happens to you!”

As Damos sent forth his warning, nothing happened.

And then even more time elapsed of nothing happening.

This was usually the part where normal people would start to panic, but the only thing that Damos could do was be on the lookout for anything, whether or not that meant using his sight or hearing. He wasn’t as skilled with ranged hearing or sight like those children of the hunters, but Damos wasn’t too shabby when he really wanted to be, yet he heard nor saw nothing.

Maybe it really was just me hearing things.

Damos dropped his hands, the hot flames diminishing as he turned around and before he could even blink, the sight of red eyes came closer and closer. “What! No! It can’t be the--”

_{L o c a t i o n • The Mystic Forest I n t e r a c t i o n s • Everybody
@Plank Sinatra @Write @HerecomestheSnow @Krayzikk @SilverPaw@MissCapnCrunch @NeoAC @Dirty Pretty Lies @spooner @SamaraJayne96 @TootsiePop}

Vivian certainly felt like a little child at this point. Not only had the poor girl gone and gave herself a nice shiner on the center of her forehead, ignoring the fact that she caused Dustyn to lose a tooth (to which she had given to Viv as a gift), but now she was getting treated by Phil. He was a kind man, to say the least. For that, she was at least thankful that this particular man was not only considerate but if Viv were also a dating girl, she would say he was rather cute as well. Of course, she would never say that to his face, let alone allow herself to admit to herself.

Oh! She already did. Oh well.

And as she sat against a tree, a decent amount of distance away from the party so the loud noises didn’t bother her too much, she was trying to get her injuries down to just a mild annoyance to where she would be able to stand up without feeling like her entire body had done a 2880 spin. And this really sucked too because, before clunking heads with Dustyn, she was enjoying herself immensely. Probably not so much the getting lost part, but before that, Vivian was excited to just let loose a little bit, or, at the very least, let loose like only she knew how. But now? Well, now Vivian was forced to sit on the sidelines, waiting for something to come to her.

“I wish something would happen already!”

And as soon as the Daughter of Apollo had spoken those words, she heard something. It was only for a brief moment, but it sounded eerily like wolves howling, which she wasn’t too out of the ordinary. She knew that various mythical creatures lived in the forest, but she figured with the protective measures her brother took for the party, nothing would get past him without him knowing about it first. So why did she get the sneaking suspicion that something was was on the horizon?

And then she saw it. It was quick like the flipping of lightswitch, but when she looked towards the darkness of night, she saw several flashes of red that disappeared as soon as they had appeared in front of her. “It...It’s just the head trauma. Nothing’s out there. Nothing’s out there. Nothing’s…”

Vivian’s train of thought was interrupted by something similar to a howl, only this time a black, shadowy claw with ten nails and tendril-like movements came into the light of the full moon.

And then came Vivian’s high-pitched scream!

L o c a t i o n • La k e s i d e I n t e r a c t i o n s • Emma @Rockette, Phoebe @TootsiePop

Much like everything happening at the party, Damien found himself also getting bored of just about everything. Whether it was from Ariana and the way she obviously looked at him or how Emma started to distance herself from the topic at hand, he was already getting bored. And when Damien Black was bored, it didn’t always mean that he would leave quietly but rather, a bored Damien meant trouble for anyone around him. He knew his sister was with him for whatever he would do (even if she didn’t like it). For her sake, of course, he never acted on his worse impulses. At the least, he would just get up, take his sister’s hand, and walk away from their corner and go back to the campus.

And that’s exactly what Damien tried to do. He stood up, helped Emma up, and wanted to walk away. Before he could do that, however, he was stopped by someone. Another woman with dark features and a nice face to look at, though it was clear she wasn’t nearly as uptight as Ariana was. Still not his type, but Damien couldn’t help but notice her regardless.

“Right,” Damien mouthed in a somewhat antisocial manner, but he looked to his sister and then back to the girl across from him. “Right. I’m Damien and this is my sister Emma.” This time he smiled. Not that Damien wanted to be a dick, but he had enough of the party and just wanted to leave, but there was also the matter of also wanting to see the end of the exciting scene of Ariana and Jonas.

Oh, the decisions he had to make. Maybe he should tackle the scene right in front of his very eyes.

“You probably missed the best part of Ariana Mossos getting rejected. It was truly a sight to see,” Damien noted, genuinely smiling and chuckling. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around much, Phoebe. Why is that--”

Just moments after speaking, Damien heard gut-wrenching screams that caught his attention. He wanted to say he recognized the sound, but maybe that was his past memories of people screaming in the name of his mother, Nyx and not in any recent memory. Either way, Damien looked around as he was sure everyone else had done as well.

After about ten seconds of scanning everywhere from the far side of the lakefront to every other direction possible, Damien not only heard the same screams from before, they were getting louder and louder and…

“Everyone Run! Run!!!!”

As Vivian Lucasta screamed her way into a sprint and came fast, Damien saw a familiar expression of pure terror. The only thing that matched his surprise on the way she frantically looked back, Vivian tumbled over, falling flat on her face and sliding a few feet. His eyes fell on her body for a brief moment and in that brief moment came a hoard of black and red, separating themselves into dozens upon dozens of shadowy, wolf-like creatures with piercing red eyes, ten-claw paws, and shadow tendrils all originating from their back.

And they soon surrounded the entirety of the party. Not a single exit was spotted.

“It seems we’re trapped.”

Damien sighed, watching the creatures let out their bloodthirsty howls.

“I guess we’re going to be forced to mingle a bit longer, Emma.”

Before long, Damien’s skin became as dark as the night, though only his arm and legs would become covered in a thick layer of his shadow skin. “Well, apologies Phoebe, but I guess our conversation will have to be put on hold. I’ll save you an hour tomorrow afternoon though ...given we survive the night, that is.”

Damien had only smiled, a battle pose being taken. “What a welcome back to school party this turned out to be.”

And then the creatures from all sides came to the Students of Olympus Academy.