Dusk

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@HalfOfLancelot

wow

it's almost as if you sensed the sin that was on my mind

_{j fucking k i've always got sin on the brain}

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So i just did the 16personality thing with Andrew and lol accurate

Teehee

Your personality type: “The Protagonist” (ENFJ-T)
Strength of individual traits: Extraverted: 89%, Intuitive: 72%, Feeling: 71%, Judging: 65%, Turbulent: 79%.
Role: Diplomat (Eh...kinda? XD)
Strategy: Social Engagement

Felt like sharing lol. Expect a post tomorrow afternoon~

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<sub>Someone tell me I'm not the only one constantly checking to see if relationship sheets got thrown up.

What's that just me?

Whoops.</sub>

So how is everyone?

@Write

<sub>nah me too man

I'm eating this shit up</sub>

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@lovely complex

I fucking love Ettie. Oh my god.

Patrick, Ettie, and Liam, tearing up Edgetoun night life and being a general nuisance to society since 2020.

Now the question is, Will Liam know she's moving in? xD

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Also @Dusk if the position for Liam's best friend is still open Patrick would cream his pants Ehrm looooooooooove to fill cordially put his application in for it.

@Skelace

Ohhhhh, you bet it is

_{there won't be a shell left after he's 456898 sheets to the wind}

OH SHIT I DIDN'T SEE LIAM WAS GETTING ANOTHER FRIEND HI LOVELY DEAR

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A thingy I need help with but don't want to have not in a hider

Alright, so, um...hi. Pause on silly weird goof Dusk. I'm...having some issues. (sorry to suddenly be all stick in the mud i have great timing lel)

So, uh...this is the first RP that's taken off like this since I've come back to RPing and I'm honestly super spooked. I'm not playing characters familiar to me, and I'm getting really confused and conflicted on how to write them. Like, they're too intense when I'm normally the one with the subdued guys and gals.

So...I'm gonna do something I don't ever, EVER do and ask...do y'all have any advice? Any tips on playing unfamiliar stuff? Maybe to make Andrew and Liam more...natural? (Let's face it, they're like when you put vanilla extract in something but pour the whole bottle in, so the one thing is all you taste, ya feel?)

I could go to one or two people, but I'm like fuck it, let's see what I can get lol

haha don't open that :)

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Liam Woodsworth

Liam Woodsworth
_Dhampire

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Basic Information

| Name |

Elliot Liam Woodsworth

_{He prefers the informality of Liam}

| Date of Birth |

October 19, 1992

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Homosexual

| Occupation |

Liam works as an IT assistant at a local tech shop, mixes music as a hobby, and volunteers at a blood bank for his less savory needs. Yes, the last one is morally dubious, but he’s not going to be around long enough to actually care, now will he? On the music note, he tends to whip up tracks with heavy bass and high tempos, as he finds them euphoric...almost as euphoric as the recreational drugs that may eventually overtake his work ethic.

| In-Depth Appearance |

”That poor boy...darling, do you eat?

”Damn my boy, have you seen a doctor? Pale as a ghost, ya are.”

Sickly. Liam is sickly. He is tall, gaunt, pale...and he isn’t even fucking sick most of the time. He blames it on his lineage, daddy was an awfully stereotypical bloodsucker. Maybe it’s the rapidly degenerating body? Maybe it’s his refusal to indulge his hemo-cravings until absolutely necessary? He doesn’t care, really. Liam’s got places to be, stunts to do, and a short life to live. This is apparent in his messy medium-long brown hair, disheveled fashion of band shirts and loose ripped denim, and a general air of “I really don’t give a fuck, come not give a fuck with me”. His brown eyes speak of a troubled past and a carefree future, of resignation and of the triumphant freedom in that revelation. Liam’s voice is soft, enticing, as though it itself realized the throat it was bound to was horribly unfitting and made a show to be better. To be a selling point.

When you’re a local pariah, ya have to have something going for ya, right?

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Morbid ♦ Relaxed ♦ Indulgent ♦ Welcoming ♦

There is a comfort in knowing death is coming.

You become prepared. You enjoy every moment, every pain, every sensation that smolders on the neurons. Liam has accepted this, and he relishes it. It’s relaxing, and he exudes this calm repose around him. Those that aren’t aware of his supernatural bastard status are always laid back around him, if not worried by his random pains and sickly pallor. Those that are...well, he’s not obnoxious enough to warrant a lynch mob yet. But who knows what’ll come in the future... sure would save him pill money.

Pill money that could go towards more fun pills! Since he knows his time is short, Liam takes every chance he gets to explore the unsavory and wonderful of the world. Drugs, alcohol with dubious origins and long names, ancient rituals that cause really weird spirit trips, (he had to give a “favor” to a Witch for that one but damn was it worth it. Ever see ancient cosmic deities play limbo with a meteor belt? Liam has.), are all things he has and is willing to try. Dangerous stunts are also kinda fun, when the crippling pains aren’t hitting hard. There are no limits to what he’ll try. Of course it’s dangerous, sometimes deadly. Sometimes it’s kind of like daring Death to make its move.

Sadly, this applies to people too. He blazes through relationships and sex like it’s nothing but a carnal transaction. Maybe one day he’ll find someone that quences his cravings. Likely? Liam doesn’t think so.

But in all respects, Liam wants friends. He doesn’t want to be alone. He wants stories passed around about him after he moves on from Edgetoun. Stories about that crazy ass pale kid that did a somersault off a building after three lines of coke and a tab of acid, lived, and then ran a 500. Okay...that’s excessive and he’d probably be dead after the first part of that, but...the point is there. As such, he doesn’t want to hurt people either. The option to get that street shit from dealers was a tempting one, but that blood could come from anyone. Anything. Through...less than fun means. At least at the blood donor center, that was willingly given. No violence or pain, even if it’s stealing...he tries to take what’s in abundance, none of the important rare shit. He doesn’t deserve that.

In the end, when you have a very short time to experience life, you shouldn’t waste that life on brooding and sorrow. Get out there, live...no matter what everyone says. No matter if you’re the monster they say you are.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Electronic music No words. No hidden meanings. Just raw emotion. It’s delightfully primal.
✔Adrenaline rushes Ya know when you’re on a coaster and your balls just go right up in your stomach? Yeah. That’s what I like.
✔New things So much to do, so much to see, so much to- Alright, I’ll stop. Sorry.
✔Fall England’s nice in the fall. Cloudy, damp...it’s comforting.
✔A good adventure graphic novel The art, man! Plus, less words, faster reading, meaning more awesome shit for me.
✔Jaffa cakes Tiny. Portable. Orangey. They are my one true love.
✔So many drugs. Specifically acid and coke, and any eldritch shit he can get. Oh the places you will go…

✘Staying home As much as I’d like it to, my mix board doesn’t usually talk to me. Usually.
✘Those who waste what they have Almost everyone has so much left to live. So much to give to society. Why the fuck would you throw that away?
✘Sulky folks Aw, cheer up mate. Wanna grab ice cream? Fucking love ice cream.
✘Violence Come on. Talk your shit out. You start busting heads, I’ll split you the fuck up. Got it?
✘Salad. Or anything vaguely green. It's crispy fucking water. That's gross.
✘Sunny weather. Fuck you, dad.
✘Dependency. I'm a strong, independent abomination. Well...less strong, more independent. Ya get me, yeah?

| History |

The fall brought with it cool air, warm homes, a time for families to come together…

And produce an awful bastardization of life.

Liam came into the world a screamer. Like he already knew, day one out of the womb, that he was already on his way out. He got all of his screaming out then.

Born to a middle class mother and a bloodsucking poppa that bolted the minute he knew one of his dark little swimmers hit home. Yeah, typical daddy issues, blah blah...Liam never really cared much past passive aggressive comments and normal annoyances. His mother Trisha lived with her parents then, the three of them taking care of this sad, ill child. It was rough, and they never really understood what he was. The father had the eventual courtesy, about five years in, to inform poor Trisha about what exactly she’d brought into the world. She didn’t believe the fucker, of course.

Until Liam really started liking raw meat.
Not the meat itself, but the leftover blood in the package. Terrified, confused, and just feeling awful all around, she had to reorganize her life and her idea of parenting to fit this child. She packed up and they moved to the countryside.

And so began the “Don’t Bite” motto of life. Liam learned not to hurt folks to stop his own pain, to enjoy what he had...like a mother that didn’t try and kill him with a stake. She cared more to give her son what he needed...blood. Her blood. Just enough to keep him sated. Liam learned respect, caring, and restraint, qualities sometimes not found in his full-blooded kin.

There was a rough spot in secondary school when Liam learned that he wasn’t going to live a long, happy life. The pain was a sign. The slightly quick growth, another. And once he ran into a couple vampires that were flying under the radar, they made him understand how low he was. That he was a mistake. Suddenly, parties became enticing, every new drink and drug an experience worth dying for. Trisha had to go through hoops to keep doctors from drawing his blood, let alone run any drug tests on him. Their relationship was strained around then, and once Liam graduated he left for London to cool down and mature.

Fast-forward, and Liam’s working a menial job to make ends meet in Edgetoun. IT work fit him, since he spent a large portion of his teens messing with electronic instruments and computers his few friends had. Plus, lots of people needed help with their newfangled gadgets and gizmos, and he was happy to help and talk to them. Recently, he’s back in touch with his mother and patching things up...while not telling her about all the crazy shit he does for fun. No need to worry her.

But how can she not be worried when her pariah of a son is on the ass end of a bloody race war?

| Family |

Trisha Woodsworth | Mother : A kind, gentle woman, with a fair bit of paranoia. You get that when your kid’s kind of on the chopping block.

| Strengths |

• Incredibly open-minded
• Curious
• Protective

| Weaknesses |

• No real restraint
• Locked to his path, sees no other future; “Blinders” on
• Lacks any sort of commitment

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The Other

| Theme Song |

Marry The Night – Lady Gaga
_{”I'm gonna marry the night
I won't give up on my life
I'm a warrior queen
Live passionately tonight”}

| House Number |

Churchill Gardens 5B

| Extra Information |

Liam has a lizard named Squeaks. That fucker knows shit.

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Andrew Mordekai

Location: Faraday Heights 27B
Interacting With: Katie @13Nightingale and Claire @shagranoz

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Thanking both Katie and Claire for their contributions, Andrew began hastily eating his eggs with surprising speed. He hadn't even done any actually exhausting spells lately, just some Alchemic practice the night before, as prescribed by a Circle advisor. His skills in transmutation were slowly growing, though he still had some issues with the geomantic array to properly channel the energy. Andy's natural Fire came so simply, with a runic channel and a small incantation when needed, that such complex formulae and reagents were challenging. It left him with quite an appetite in the mornings.

Well, that, and he was sure a shit storm of folks was waiting for them at the shop. With all that had happened, plus the weather, it was going to be another packed day. The tips would be nice, though; Folks seemed to love his barista skills, and if he liked the folks he'd even do some fancy latte art with the milk pour. Skills paid the bills, after all.

Andrew did get a sort of annoyed twitch when Claire called the normal folks "naturals"...as if they weren't? Fuck, they were one step from human as it was and Witches were still getting shit. The Others were just as natural as humans...but he didn't say anything about it. She had good intentions, and he couldn't fault her for that. "I'm good, love. Be careful out there, though. Ya know how folks get with a storm."

s Katie, however, seemed to get it. "Right?" He said through a mouthful of toast, "It's like treating the culture of someone you just met like it never existed before you laid eyes on it. It's an adjustment, sure...but murders? On both sides? We don't even have the full fucking story." Andrew's runes were smoldering again. He shook his head, clearing the building fog. "Sorry...you ready Katie? Place's gonna be a nuthouse by the time we get there." The young Witch asked, putting his plate in the sink.

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Liam Woodsworth

Location: Churchhill Gardens 5B -> Downtown Edgetoun
Interacting With: No one yet

Whoever invented that awful alarm clock noise can go royally fuck themselves.

It was already well into the morning, and after hitting snooze three times, the electronic caterwauling had finally broken Liam's stupor. "Oh, for fuck's sake," He groaned as he rolled out from under his heap of messy covers to give the clock a good smack. Reluctantly, Liam stood, stepping in piles of clothes from God knows how long ago and other random bits scattered around the dark, mediocre apartment. With all the blinds shuttered, only the lights from his idling computer, clock, and Squeaks's heat lamp filled the apartment, the lizard crawling out of his rock habitat once he noticed movement. "Mornin', Squeakerooni. Got anything today?" He inquired, leaning down to let the hot light illuminate his gaunt features. The lizard simply cocked its head in reply.

"Figures. Ya quiet little man." Liam groggily stumbled over to the fridge. It was fairly sparse...save for the two or three bags of blood, random liquors, and the smattering of food that he had no idea was good or not. Sighing, he grabbed one of the crimsom pouches and moved to the small kitchenette. Opening the cabinet above the sink revealed...well, most of Liam's life. Pipes, bottles, needles...the only somewhat official looking one, labeled "Sanguinol" label-maker style, was what he was after, along with a scarlet stained shot glass. With a grimace he filled the shot with blood, knocking back two small white pills with it. He slammed the table with force, fighting down disgust. [color=#A2F22F]"Fuck that's nasty. The fuck did I grab?"[/ Looking at the pouch, it was labeled with A-. Usually that was went down the easiest for him...must of been a bad batch. At least the pills and the shot would keep him relatively pain free for the afternoon.

Right now, though, that fucking left was giving him a fight. Hopefully it'd fade soon. Liam made his way painfully to his computer, pushing aside clothes and making a path, sitting down with an emphatic hrrggg. to check the news. Internet was all he bothered to pay for, now that it handled everything phone and television could do in-home. Instantly, there was little good on the front page.

"Murders and petitions. Fuck me." The Dhampire sighed, a thin hand coming up to hold his bedhead back. The Unseelie he didn't care about, and he rather liked the cold, so it wasn't too big a deal. But you can't just get rid of everyone like that...can you? He'd be lumped in that for sure, and the vamps and wolves would rip him apart just out of anger. Maybe heading out today was a bad idea?

Nah...not as bad as any other. You couldn't really tell he was a Dhampire...if you didn't look hard enough...or heard rumors...or if anyone wasn't even mildly observant. Still...he wanted to grab some stuff for a new track that still sat open from the night before. He wanted some older samples to work with...and groceries were probably a necessity.

A pair of randomly selected denim jeans, utterly unfit for winter, and a hastily procured hoodie had him out in the cold right quick, making his way up town. Hood up, face down, and hopefully out of eyesight of anyone with sharp things and radical notions. They could kill him after he got this shit on Youtube.

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<Snipped quote by Silent Observer>

You guessed correctly XD

@13Nightingale

HUE

HUEHUE

oh that poor girl.

pssst also. sorry for posting so late love xD working on it now~

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@Silent Observer

awwww I love it

but there is never partying too hard

ask Squeaks he knows. Silly fullblood.