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The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

@Obscene Symphony I just noticed I made an error in my response. I'm going to fix that.

Btw, I loved your first post. It was very nice!

The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

Alder Reynolds.

Dazed.

Had he really started to zone out in the midst of all of this traffic?

"No, no, this is my fault," his voice was friendly, it sounded like it was hinting on laughter at his own foolishness. "I was loitering, I have a particularly bad habit of just standing about when I really should be moving on. I just- Well, I don't really need anything from here."

The young woman that had run into him had the whiff of forestry about her, the scent of leaves and dewy grass. She was shorter than him, pretty with olive toned skin and a pair of clear, golden-brown eyes. The scent of the woods that clung to her would have been strange if he couldn't smell the tinge of wolf that clung to her. Werewolves, he hadn't had the pleasure of meeting very many, it was almost strange to him that he was meeting this one now. It had been a good twenty years since he'd last run into a wolf, he could barely remember it now. Time blurred for him, memories became foggy and names became nonexistent. Trying to remember that last wolf was. . . Well, in a word, unimportant.

"Can I help you?" he asked, indicating the bag that she had lifted back up from the ground. "I mostly know my way around here. I wouldn't mind holding your bag, you can consider it collateral for me blatantly standing in your way."

The girl was about as scarred as he was, wearing them like pale badges on her flesh. He wondered where she'd come to collect all of her own scars, he had half a mind to ask but the manners he'd collected over the years screamed at him not to. He decided to listen to his better instinct for once in his life. The last thing he needed to do was offend her with prying questions. There was a time and a place to ask those things, this was neither the time nor place.

He liked the idea of company and she seemed interesting. He didn't know if she'd even let him take her bag for her but he was more than willing to try. He hadn't noticed before, but he could see that she didn't seem to be wearing any shoes which struck him as slightly confusing. The amount of people moving through the marketplace was more than enough reason to at least opt for flipflops. "You're going to cut your feet up like that- Not that it's my business, of course! I just naturally worry. There's a lot of people around here, someone could drop something that could hurt you. You ought to be careful."

Biting his knuckle as if to stop more words from streaming out, he mustered up a bright smile for her. "I'm Alder, like the tree. Are you new here?"

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The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

@Obscene Symphony Please do! Sierra is awesome and I'd love to interact with her.

The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

I'm mostly just waiting on someone to interact with Alder or for an opportunity to open up for him to jump in talking to someone.

The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

Alder Reynolds.

He couldn't complain, the room was alright.

When he'd first arrived there, he'd expected something less perfect. Maybe he was expecting something that reminded him of wreckage to reflect the feelings that he felt about moving here or maybe something that would get him closer to figuring out what had become of his sister. That's all he cared about, right? Finding his sister some day had been first priority for so long, sometimes he didn't even think about it anymore and that scared him the most. No, this room was alright. It seemed like it had been catered to him somehow, it reminded him of his old bedroom in the twenties. It was definitely smaller but the touch of class and time was still there. It was like being home, it had been such a long time since he'd been home. He had almost been moved to tears when he'd first seen it, luckily he'd restrained himself.

He hadn't brought much, just his clothing and his wallet, some photos in a brass box that now sat on his bedside table. He didn't really feel like he lived here yet, he felt like an observer. He felt like a scientist scoping the place out for some evidence that it was any good for him, he felt strangely detached. He always got this way when he moved and he'd moved an awful lot over the years, there was something about uprooting and going somewhere else that left a bad taste in his mouth. It took him time to get used to new surroundings, he couldn't say he was happy yet but he could say that he would be in time. It was just all so strange and new.

He hadn't really left the house much since he'd moved in but he guessed it was about time. Sulking about wasn't going to get him any more used to this strange city or its strange inhabitants. He drew in a breath through his nose to settle his growing nerves and got dressed as quickly as he could, opting for a black tank top that showed off the disfiguring scar that marred his shoulder. He really was proud of his scars, they were the proof that he'd been fighting. Not just against the children of the Dawn but against the children of the Dusk as well. Those scars would make anyone think twice before messing with him, he didn't know why he was still so worried that someone wanted to pick a fight with him but he was. As he left the dorm, his skin was prickling with gooseflesh.

The city was beautiful, strange but beautiful. It reminded him of a fairytale, it reminded him of imagination and childhood. It was beautiful. He almost wished that it had been open earlier, with all the beautiful things he'd seen in his life, it was by far the most beautiful. He could see the different children of the Dawn and Dusk as they moved about throughout the market square, buying and selling things. A redheaded elf was eagerly trying to sell his wares and he could see a dark haired man bargaining with a child of the Dawn. He couldn't help but wondering if there was anything that he'd be willing to buy from here, drawing his gaze over the different stands, he felt like he was floundering.

People bustled past him while he tried to settle on something to look at. His steps were measured but they weren't assured, he was barely paying any attention to where he was walking. There had to be something that appealed to him, surely someone was selling something that he could buy.

The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

@Obscene Symphony Your werewolf is as awesome as expected, I really dig her! Maybe our scarred duo will end up as friends.

So far we seem to have a pretty cool bunch. I'm excited to see the interactions.

The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

@Obscene Symphony Thank you! I can't wait to see your character, she sounds really cool.

The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

Alder Reynolds

Alder Orion Reynolds.

Age.
108.

Birth & Death date

April 5, 1909 & January 4, 1927.

Race.

Turned Vampire.

Appearance.

Alder is built lean with long legs and broad shoulders and stands around 5"8, weighing in around 143 pounds. His skin tone is very pale, though it always kind of was, even without vampirism. He's not built muscular though there is some hardness to his arms and stomach. His body is considerably light, making it easy for him to move soundlessly. With a fairly handsome face, a sharp jawline, a Roman nose and eyes as blue as the sky above, Alder is someone who's hard not to notice.

He has a gruesome pale scar that cuts through the skin of one shoulder and almost looks knotted in appearance, he has another scar that slices jaggedly up from his stomach to the middle of his chest. It's hard to tell where he gained these scars but there seems to be many of them, tiny ones that fleck the skin of his arms, thin pale ones that dapple his neck and jaw and many, many others.

He seems proud of his many scars and can be found in black tank tops often, preferring to pair them with black jeans. Depending on the weather or how he's feeling about fashion, he can be caught in leather jackets.

Personality.

Honest and friendly, Alder is the kind of person who wears his heart on his sleeve and is willing to help wherever he can. Naturally the type of person who exudes charisma, he easily makes friends and seems to enjoy doing it. He has a passion for people and he's a born conversationalist with a seemingly endless fuel to talk. Though he's not without his flaws, he has a bit of a temper and it tends to flare up when it's least expected. He has trouble apologizing when he says something rude and will usually try to reason why he's done it.

Alder can never seem to focus, almost to an irritating extent. It's as if things slip in one ear and straight out the other. He finds it extremely hard to stay on one task and will often multi task through things. He never slows down, trying to cover as many things at once as he possibly can and often ends up overwhelming himself in tasks.

History

The First Part.

Alder was born April fifth of 1909 in New York City to a fairly well off family. He grew up surrounded in the finer things, eating with a silver spoon. His mother was a doting woman who treated him like a little prince and his father was a stern but kind man that taught him to care for all living things. He spent his days with his younger sister, Amaranth Emilie Reynolds, together they got into all kinds of trouble. They were the kind of kids that tip toed from their bedroom late at night to find the sweets that their parents kept hidden for special occasions. They grew up inseperable and they always backed each other up.

"I'll always be here to protect you, I promise." he had said, so young and so earnest.

She had been scared that night, the lightening making the window flash like large glowing eyes. The thunder made the house tremble and the rain sounded like pounding feet.

She had looked at him, her brown hair hanging in her pale blue eyes and a bright smile appearing on her lips. "Momma says that you make more promises than you know what to do with. She says that you can't possibly keep all of those promises."

"I do not!" he said indignantly. "I'd swear on this. If the old man that lives in the clouds came down right now, I'd well. . . I'd tell him to stop this nonsense!"

"Well then father would tell you to mind your manners. He'd say it in that grumpy way." though he could see that she was in awe of his bravery, the proclamation that he'd fight an unseen foe like that had made her strangely proud of him. "Alder, he'd say, mind your manners or else you'll be going to bed with no desert!"

"Let him. At least I will have stopped the rain for you, Ama."

As they grew, they kept helping each other in every way that they could. They studied together, they played together, they shared jokes and secrets. By the time they were teenagers, Amaranth had met a young man that she avoided introducing to Alder. It wasn't like his sister to keep secrets from him, so he became extremely curious about who this mystery man could be. Through some prodding and a little bit of guilting, his sister finally told him about the man that she had began courting. At first, he found himself somewhat scared that this man would marry his sister and move her somewhere far away though this fear turned into concern as she explained what he was.

"Alder, it's not that I don't want to tell you about him but. . . He's different."

She was looking faraway, her blue eyes fixed on some point in the distance. She kept tugging at the corner of her skirt, he could feel his own tension rising at the revelation that her secret was a man.

"You're not planning to elope, are you? You can't just leave like this, Ama. I need someone to talk to."

"No, no, Alder. He's just. . Oh, Alder. I don't know what to do." she sighed, looking up at him with anxiety ridden eyes. "I don't know if I should tell you."

"Is he hurting you? Has he threatened you?" he could feel his voice raising. "Ama, if he's done anything to you-"

"He's a vampire, Alder."

To his shock and outrage, his sister revealed to him that the man she had started to love was a vampire. He demanded that he meet the man and she arranged it. An argument broke out between them almost instantly and she tried to break it up, trying to explain to her enraged brother that the man wasn't a villain just because he was a vampire. Alder turned his harsh words on her, criticizing her choices and insulting the man that she was willing to throw her future away to pursue. They ended up locked in an argument of their own where she began to tear apart the fact that he couldn't follow her around like a lost puppy for his entire life.

"How could you expect me to just accept this, Ama? He's a monster! He drinks blood, for the love of all that's holy, can't you see this? This isn't a man, this is a creature!"

His voice was furious and loud, he was practically seeing red. This thing was masquerading as if he were normal and courting his sister, this thing was standing there, arm and arm with his sister and staring at him with dark eyes.

Her cheeks flushed pink with irritation, her blue eyes blazing furiously. "His name is Hammond!"

"I don't care if the damned have a name, Ama! Can't you see what he's doing?" he shot a glare pointedly at the sloe eyed man. "He feeds on stupid girls like you, girls that are utterly idiotic enough to believe that he doesn't want to hurt them. Can't you see that?"

"Oh, I'm the stupid one? At least I'm willing to see past my own nose, Alder. He's a person. He's just like me and you." her gaze softened a moment. "I'd prefer if you two didn't fight."

"I can't approve of this, Ama. He's not like us, he doesn't care about you and I'm not going to stand by idly while you fratinize with this creature." he spat the words like curses. "You need me, Ama. You won't have me around as long as you keep this monster by your side."

She looked up, her eyes narrowing. "You need me more than I need you, Alder and as long as you're going to continue to act in this childish manner, I'm not going to stick around either."

"Ha!" he snorted. "Try to go one day without me-"

"Alder, I have a life without you. I've proven that with Hammond, haven't I? What have you been doing for just about all of your life? Following me around as if you were lost." her words bit into his skin and and yet she continued with relentless venom. "You've never had a partner, you've never really had friends. All you do is spend your time following me around and God, Alder. I know you care about me but do I have to be with you constantly? Can you even think for yourself without me?

He blanched, blinking at her in astonishment and feeling himself reel back from her jagged words. "I-" he swallowed thickly and turned to the man, he even seemed startled. "This is your fault, you leech."

The insult fell weak and he left in a hurry.

Hurt by her words and unable to find a rebuttal, he spat a last insult at her beau and left in a fury. He spent that night on the streets, unable to bring himself to go home and face his sister. He didn't want to have to apologize to her for how he'd acted. It was around midnight when he ran into the man again, he was quick to tell him that he had only gotten so angry because Amaranth was his best friend as well as his sister. The man didn't seem to have the time to listen to him, so he became pushier. This time he stated that he wouldn't have gotten so angry if the man had just backed off from the argument. He realized that the man didn't seem to be responding to him at all and he grabbed him by the arm which made the man stop swiftly.

The man turned to him with a peculiar expression, his fangs sharp and bared to Alder. It was then that the man struck, it was then that fate decided he would become one of the Dusk. Time stretched for Alder as the man fed from him, the event would be one that would haunt him for years. The event would become one he'd never speak of again. His sister's beau only chose to save him because he feared that it would anger the one that he loved so dearly.

Alder rose a vampire and his sister was absolutely frantic, desperately trying to figure out what had happened. Alder wasted no time in angrily indicating the man that she loved had done this. Though the news startled his sister, she didn't seem angry. Alder was too overwhelmed in the change to fault her in that. The change caused unsettling sensations, a hunger that burned deep inside of him and a strange kind of hatred towards his changer. He grew to hate pure blooded vampires with something absolutely furious inside of him.

His sister tried to settle the situation, trying to make amends between two angry vampires proved nearly impossible. The three of them bickered and squabbled for what seemed like hours to the starving new vampire. Finally, with some angry parting words, Alder left them both. He set out on his own and never knew what had become of his younger sister and her Pure Blooded beau.

The Second Part.

After Alder left his sister, he was in something of a confused state. Hungry and haggard, he searched for something to satiate his growing thirst. It burned inside of him, it almost hurt not to be feeding and he didn't know what to do. Every human he passed carried a smell that made him nearly lose control and yet, he waited. He waited and watched, his entire body alight with the pain of fresh hunger that he couldn't satisfy. He waited and watched and thought about what he should do to fix this growing issue.

He would not allow himself to be a monster, he would not allow himself to sink his fangs into any of the children of the Dawn. He restrained himself, growing weaker than expected, growing more and more miserable with each moment that he didn't feed. He passed out in a very public square, pale, and sweating. It was only luck that another changed vampire found him instead of a human that might be inclined to take him to a hospital. A woman, a compassionate woman took him in. He would forget her name over many years, just another person lost in time but she nursed him back to health.

"Monsters, that's what we are, aren't we? We feed off the normal people. We're like leeches."

He remembered how she'd taken his hand and looked him in the face, the great depth of sadness in her eyes. "We don't have to be, Alder. I know you're angry that you were changed but that doesn't mean that you have to give up on your humanity. You were a Child of the Dawn once too."

"But I'm not anymore, I'm not human-" he began to sputter out, his temper flaring needlessly. "I'm a fucking-"

"That's our advantage, don't you think?" she asked, smiling until she dimpled. "We were humans once. We know what it's like, there's no need for an us against them attitude or a them against us attitude. We can learn from each other. We can help each other."

"How?"

So, she taught him. She taught him how to coexist amongst the children of the Dawn, how to befriend them. It was amazing how friends were willing to let you feed on them as long as you were careful. She taught him a lot of things, acted as a mentor to him. She was the whole reason that he learned restraint and control, she was the whole reason that he went from monster to just another child of the Dusk. They spent every moment together, she became like a replacement for the sister that he left behind.

Five years were spent in her home, sharing laughter and stories. They spoke of their families and their pasts, they spoke of their secrets and their grudges. She was eventually killed by a child of the Dawn. Her killer was a young man who looked shaken at his own actions, he stood over her body for hours, seemingly panicking. Alder, unable to act and very, very, confused, watched as this young man leaned down next to her body. He watched as the young man began to cry and that was when he revealed himself. The boy rushed him with the stake almost immediately, the end still stained with her blood.

Alder stumbled back, the wood just barely cutting the skin of his defensive arm. They faced off, the boy was trembling and Alder was overwhelmed in a rising grief.

"Why did you kill her?" he heard his voice, barely above a whisper. "She never hurt one of your kind, she was a good person."

"You're- You're all dangerous. Every single one of you. If we don't stop you then- then you'll take over everything. You'll kill us all." he spat, his eyes wild with fear. "One of you killed my sister, she's gone now. If I don't stop you-"

His voice was breaking, tears streaming down his cheeks. Alder felt strangely tender, stepping towards him with his hands out stretched to prove that he didn't intend to attack. "You had a sister? Was she younger than you?"

The boy tensed, holding the stake out defensively. "Yes. One of you killed her. Drained the blood from her body, I saw it."

"I don't doubt it," he said grimly, "What was your sister like? You can tell me about her, I'd really like to hear."

And they spoke for some time, Alder listened carefully as the boy told him about his sister. He even held him when he started to cry, the boy clung to him and Alder rubbed his back. It was an odd experience but it was one that stuck with him. In his home of five years, next to the body of his best friend, Alder held a child of the Dawn while he sobbed into his chest. He never forgot it, even after he left the boy, hoping that he'd left him with a different impression of the children of the Dusk. Even in his grieving, he thought of that confused, scared boy and realized how hard it was to truly be a child of the Dawn in a world full of monsters.

Being on his own again was like an unwelcome friend, he spent his days in the shadows. Almost always set into flight mode, his enemy became both children of the Dawn and Dusk because he'd seen the bad and good in both of them. He learned to fight over the years, battling his way out of anything that he could, even being responsible for the death of a few Pure Bloods. Mostly he kept to himself, holding friendly conversation with whoever would hear him.

When he got the letter from Luce Prima, he was excited for the chance to finally do something and eagerly made his way there.

Other.

He hates pure blooded vampires with a burning passion.
He misses his sister a lot.
He can't remember the name of the man his sister fell in love with, which is generally why he will only refer to him as that man or that creature. That creature's real name is Hammond Cartwright.

34 Newton road (restarting)

Gregory O'Connor.

Entering the house had only been a quarter of the battle, now he just had to worry about landing himself a good room and trying not to bother the other tenants. The bunch of them seemed pretty normal so far, save for the chain smoker that seemed misplaced somehow. He had almost successfully been managing not to look in that young man's direction, something about him made him feel vaguely uncomfortable. The house was alright, quaint somehow and the older lady seemed doting. Something about her struck him as kind of maternal, he was glad to hear the offer of tea despite the fact that he was more prone to pounding down sugary soda and energy drinks. He was almost comfortable, this place could be a real home if he ever got used to his house mates.

The boy with the glasses toppled over, knocking his boxes askew and startling Greg into audibly gasping. He stepped back quickly and blinked at the boy on the floor that had been standing just moments ago. Despite his better judgement, he couldn't help but kneel down next to him. Carefully picking up a folder or two, he righted the box on the floor and pushed them back inside, making to pick up some of the books that had fallen as well. He didn't bother to ask if the boy actually needed his help or not, he just started doing it, almost as if it were a reflex. It didn't seem like he actually enjoyed doing it but the intention was polite, at the very least.

"You're clumsy." he stated though his tone wasn't particularly mean, just a little on the brisk side. "If you're going to carry so much at once, you should really ask for some help."

The door opened to let in another man, who looked approachable and greeted the room with flourish. Greg looked up at him, stared at him for perhaps a moment too long before nodding a silent greeting back at him. He set another book into the box before standing up again and adjusting the strap of his duffle bag back up his shoulder. "I'm Gregory O'Connor, call me Greg."

Rueni.

The shadow creature had been watching, perched precariously in the high corner of the room. Her shady frame not in sight to the humans but still causing a slight leech in color on the wall. She didn't have much to say about the situation, she'd already done her complaining over the last few weeks. She'd practically been begging for the landlady to keep the humans away but that had done little to nothing. Now, she was stuck watching and waiting as they poured into the home like ants and she huffed, the shadows in the room subtly shifting to the left. Sliding down the wall like liquid ink, she moved closer to Marie.

Her voice only audible to her, the sound of it was petulant and sharp. "I don't like them, Marie. I liked the house how it was, but now they're just crawling all over the place and making messes. Ravus won't even follow the rules, this is going to descend into a mad house and I don't want to be here for it."

34 Newton road (restarting)

Gregory O'Connor.

Living in a house surrounded by other people was the first mistake, moving there in the rain was only the second mistake. As soon as he heard it pattering on the roof of the car, he could feel his mood sinking. He wasn't always so sulky but he'd never been any good in social situations. The idea of talking to people had simply no appeal to him and it was making him feel overheated in his coat. The car bumped along as it approached the house, he could see it getting closer and closer and he could feel himself wanting more and more distance from it. It's a nice house, I guess but there's already two people here.

The car stopped at the curb, he didn't offer the Uber driver any smile or any word in parting. He did throw a vague wave in her direction though, shouldered his bag, and left her vehicle. The rain hit his cheeks as he trudged in through the gate, keeping his head down as if to protect it from the drops. He could hear the squeak of wet rubber from his sneakers almost immediately, it only served to sour his mood further. The boy was a cloud of gloom for the demon collective, a walking, talking, cloud of gloom.

He quietly maneuvered the steps, seeing his new roommates up close. A girl and a boy respectively.

He tried to offer them a smile, it was very tight lipped, it resembled a grimace. "Hey." he got out the word through his teeth somehow, it almost sounded welcoming. If welcoming sounded like someone who was in great pain.

He looked at the older lady, his gaze scanning over her. He was grateful for her offering up her house to them, he was bound to be courteous to her. "Thank you for the place to stay. I tried to pack light, I didn't want to clutter your home." actual words spoken in an actually kind tone, though they weren't accompanied by an actual kind face. He seemed to remain mostly impassive but he held up his duffle bag as if to prove that he'd packed light. Whatever was in the bag of mystery, it was assuredly light.

"Sorry I'm wet, I mean- You obviously know why I'm wet but I'm still sorry about it." He was an absolute wordsmith. He wanted to slam his head into the nearest wall but he'd refrain from making an idiot of himself until he was comfortable in his own room.