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Achilles Calderon
Name: Achillies Calderón
Nicknames: None
Birth name: Achillies Sage Calderón
Age: Looks 25, Actually 2801
Date of birth: Unknown
Birthplace: Now known as West Virginia
Gender: Male
Occupation: Male Escort
Marital status: Single
Species: Hell Hound
(-) Sarcastic, cold, impulsive
(+) loyal, mature, protective
Parents: Zephyr - Father (Cerberus) Anaris Calderón - Mother (cursed wolf)
Siblings: None
Fears: tight spaces (claustrophobia), abandonment, Edward
Tattoos: None
Faceclaim: Ian Somerhalder
• Throughout his childhood, Achillies always heard his mother speak of stories of his father. Cerberus was spoke in such high regard and passion, yet there was also the outward influence of people's fear to him, so he was torn as he grew between truth and legend. Whenever he brought up about meeting his father, it was never able to occur due to the underworld, and the risk factor.
• He was mid way through his teenage years when the sudden death of his mother sent him into a dark spiral. Being the single person he was close to, he didn't deal well with it. He spun into a darkness of alcohol, sex, violence and eventually, killing, which brought out his father's DNA. The hell hound was unlocked, and he became one dangerous creature.
• Hunters became eager to take him down as he was the only known hell hound to take a form of a wolf, yet what they didn't know is the strength binding DNA, that of the Cerberus, and that of a cursed wolf which structured to a pure black wolf, with red eyes. What sets him apart from that of a typical werewolf is the shadows that envelope him, as if his aura were disconnected. The form of the hell hound.
• He spiralled out of control for near a hundred years, his name becoming known, and feared. A lethal weapon, and, the coming name to the great warrior, Achillies of Troy. Named after the brutal and undefeatable man of legend.
• Lucifer eventually managed to trap him, and after many, many brutal years of taming, a bond was forged between the two. Achillies became a valuable tool to his wishes, and became a loyal guard dog to the fallen angel. He served Lucifer for over 2000 years, never stepping out of line, however, being one to assist the rankings of hell, and control the demons.
• Lucifer advanced back to earth, and Achillies followed. The hell hound that had disappeared suddenly arose on earth again, the whispered legends that had begun to die of him suddenly sparked as similar killings began to occur again. This triggered the newer aged hunters to this time take their shot at getting him.
• A backward deal was made to a man named Edward, the hunter promising to show where this hell hound was and in exchange, Edward would capture him and promised the demise of the hound. Yet, Edward only half kept that promise. He caught Achillies and caged him, keeping him on a constant thread of drugs to keep him down.
• He could not explain the torment he was forced to endure, nor does he speak of them due to how much it messed with his mental state, how much he had been scarred and torn apart. He saw others, but he didn't associate that much, as he didn't know how to be social in a nicer manner.
• After they had all escaped, he fled as far from possible, travelling across the other side of the world. He knew he had to change in order to keep a low profile. The killings became none existent, he became an escort in order to fit into the human world. He didn't always partake in the sexual activities of his job, as some women just needed his mere presence.
• He became one of the most sought after male escorts due to his educated tongue, his powerful presence, and his excellent skill he learnt with people. He can come across as cold, and if triggered, snap into sudden spurts of anger and occasional killing. He's never grown close to anyone other than his mother and Lucifer. He still takes on useless one night stands, but otherwise, he's emotionally detached from everyone.
Head canons:
• Achillies has an odd attachment to animals. He struggles bonding with people, but animals, he finds himself drawn to. He will be that person that will stop, just to pet a dog, or fawn over a furry friend. He does not have pets of his own as he doesn't consider it fair on them if he has to suddenly uproot and leave again. His favorite dog is the malamute.
• Achillies used to have the heart of his mother. He was kind, compassionate, even despite his sarcastic nature. He had the ability to bleed love, yet after her death, it stripped him of his lively colors and turned him to ice, hense why he triggered his hell hound form after his first murder.
• Like his father, Achillies has a natural drawing power to knowledge. He thirsts after it, and does whatever necessary to gain it. Being as old as he is, his lifetimes adapt with the changing world, and through every corner, he always finds something new, exotic and exciting.
• Three major events of his life are what have rattled him to the core, possessing him to become a killer. The death of his mother, which he harbors guilt to because he didn't try to stop it, or he didn't go against her wishes. The divorce of his ex wife, the rumors having split them apart. And Edward. After Edward however, and the experiments, Achillies managed to put a near complete stop to his killings because he knew it would just be a road map back to him. And that fear was far more than anything he had ever experienced.
• Sarcasm is his very blood. Due to the inability to connect well on deeper levels, Achillies finds himself always referencing sarcasm and wit wherever he goes. He finds it much better when he gets a negative reaction from it.
• After Edward, he's never trusted anyone since. He has this belief that he going to be found, and someone will rat him back to the mad scientist. Achillies tends to get agitated when someone tries to get closer, and it generally ends in one of two things: death or his sudden disappearance.
• There were two occasions where Achillies had tried to take his life, both after his mother's death. The mistake he made however, was triggering the hell hound gene before he attempted it. His hate, his pain, his suffering caused the first murder which turned him into the creature. So his two attempts to end the blinding misery failed due to the supernatural elements of healing.
• His fear from claustrophobia stems from his youth. He was playing alone one day, when he found a hole in a cliff face wall. Curious natured, he naturally went in, the tunnel tight but his small body fitting through. However, part way through, he couldn't move, stuck in the small tunnel. Being stuck a few hours, and in an absolute hysteric state, he was finally rescued later by his mother, and now still carries the fear of small spaces.
• Achillies was going to become one of two things, a stripper or an escort. He decided as the escort as it held a lot more than just sex, but it held adventure, and experience to the world. He does still sleep with some clients, so he gets the best of both worlds.
• If Achillies finds, or believes that a person has been through times like himself, or has experienced the broken soul before, he will generally actually treat them with an amount of respect. He finds that they understand him, and that subconscious understanding is the earning to his grace and mercy.
CONNECTIONS;
⤿ Anaris Calderón - Mother
⤿ Zephyr - Father
⤿ Lucifer Morningstar
(Connections open for playing)
⤿ Ex Wife - Madeline Devereaux (fc Phoebe Tonkin) - Another hell hound of Lucifer, quite fierce and old. Having met her during his time during his duties to Lucifer, they were enemies to begin with. Often fought physically until exhaustion. However, after many, many years, they got over it and eventually became a couple, then married. They were considered the king and queen of the hell hounds. She was his /first/ love, and he adored her fiercely. However during her first pregnancy, they lost the child, and both suffered. It was during those times that Mazikeen came onto the scenes, and the rumors spread she was out to split the two up. Though this was false, Mazikeen and Achillies were simply fierce sparring partners, and Achillies confided in her on odd occasions, the rift between the hounds became too strong, and eventually they split. (Open for someone to play)
⤿ Ex girlfriend/rebound - Mazikeen (fc Lesley Ann Brandt) - Achillies suffered terribly after the divorce. Mazikeen became the rebound, enduring the brutality of his pain, the raw anguish and suffering. Often being the one to force him to fight out his pain rather than drinking, he was drawn to her for her fearless nature to him. She wasn't afraid of how toxic they could be, how he could hurt her or how she could hurt him. Their time together, thought considered toxic by some due to his untethered nature, was necessary for his overcoming healing. Despite the understanding that they could not work, they remain pretty close and she's always there when he needs, and vice versa. (Open for someone to play)
⤿ Ex boyfriend - Leonard Foley (fc Daniel Gillies) Before his time in hell, Achillies tethered himself to a male, simply adoring the powering challenge of knowledge and strength from the vampire. Leo was old, not as old as himself, but he had lived world's above him. Achillies was more drawn to his knowledge, and the adoration of the life he lived rather than the emotional side. He didn't know how to feel at that point, and that was their brealing point. Achillies tried forcing himself to feel something of adoration and love, when he simply didn't know how to. The frustration finally caused him to just disappear, leaving Leo without a single explanation why. [Open for someone to play]
⤿ Ex girlfriend/close fiance - Amelia Ulliel (fc Zoey Deutch) - Amelia was completely different to anyone he had ever shown interest in. She was soft, quiet, one of the pure souls of the earth. She had the ability to draw out his humanity, draw him to his knees in mercy, seeking a redemption he felt only she could give. She was a college girl, smart, bright, giving. She worked part time at one of the local bars which is where they met. Achillies was on the brink of proposing to her, the feeling of love touched his soul again, however it was the kidnnaping of Edward that tore them apart. He was just gone one day, no reason why, no explanation. Little did she know, he had been forced to endure the torments that hell itself couldn't prepare him for. Even after he escaped, he didn't seek her out. Every part of him had been fractured, and the shell of the man she once knew, he wasn't going to burden her with such a life. So his escape to the other side of the world was also a mercy giving life to her in hopes she would move on. [Open for someone to play]
Nicknames: None
Birth name: Achillies Sage Calderón
Age: Looks 25, Actually 2801
Date of birth: Unknown
Birthplace: Now known as West Virginia
Gender: Male
Occupation: Male Escort
Marital status: Single
Species: Hell Hound
(-) Sarcastic, cold, impulsive
(+) loyal, mature, protective
Parents: Zephyr - Father (Cerberus) Anaris Calderón - Mother (cursed wolf)
Siblings: None
Fears: tight spaces (claustrophobia), abandonment, Edward
Tattoos: None
Faceclaim: Ian Somerhalder
• Throughout his childhood, Achillies always heard his mother speak of stories of his father. Cerberus was spoke in such high regard and passion, yet there was also the outward influence of people's fear to him, so he was torn as he grew between truth and legend. Whenever he brought up about meeting his father, it was never able to occur due to the underworld, and the risk factor.
• He was mid way through his teenage years when the sudden death of his mother sent him into a dark spiral. Being the single person he was close to, he didn't deal well with it. He spun into a darkness of alcohol, sex, violence and eventually, killing, which brought out his father's DNA. The hell hound was unlocked, and he became one dangerous creature.
• Hunters became eager to take him down as he was the only known hell hound to take a form of a wolf, yet what they didn't know is the strength binding DNA, that of the Cerberus, and that of a cursed wolf which structured to a pure black wolf, with red eyes. What sets him apart from that of a typical werewolf is the shadows that envelope him, as if his aura were disconnected. The form of the hell hound.
• He spiralled out of control for near a hundred years, his name becoming known, and feared. A lethal weapon, and, the coming name to the great warrior, Achillies of Troy. Named after the brutal and undefeatable man of legend.
• Lucifer eventually managed to trap him, and after many, many brutal years of taming, a bond was forged between the two. Achillies became a valuable tool to his wishes, and became a loyal guard dog to the fallen angel. He served Lucifer for over 2000 years, never stepping out of line, however, being one to assist the rankings of hell, and control the demons.
• Lucifer advanced back to earth, and Achillies followed. The hell hound that had disappeared suddenly arose on earth again, the whispered legends that had begun to die of him suddenly sparked as similar killings began to occur again. This triggered the newer aged hunters to this time take their shot at getting him.
• A backward deal was made to a man named Edward, the hunter promising to show where this hell hound was and in exchange, Edward would capture him and promised the demise of the hound. Yet, Edward only half kept that promise. He caught Achillies and caged him, keeping him on a constant thread of drugs to keep him down.
• He could not explain the torment he was forced to endure, nor does he speak of them due to how much it messed with his mental state, how much he had been scarred and torn apart. He saw others, but he didn't associate that much, as he didn't know how to be social in a nicer manner.
• After they had all escaped, he fled as far from possible, travelling across the other side of the world. He knew he had to change in order to keep a low profile. The killings became none existent, he became an escort in order to fit into the human world. He didn't always partake in the sexual activities of his job, as some women just needed his mere presence.
• He became one of the most sought after male escorts due to his educated tongue, his powerful presence, and his excellent skill he learnt with people. He can come across as cold, and if triggered, snap into sudden spurts of anger and occasional killing. He's never grown close to anyone other than his mother and Lucifer. He still takes on useless one night stands, but otherwise, he's emotionally detached from everyone.
Head canons:
• Achillies has an odd attachment to animals. He struggles bonding with people, but animals, he finds himself drawn to. He will be that person that will stop, just to pet a dog, or fawn over a furry friend. He does not have pets of his own as he doesn't consider it fair on them if he has to suddenly uproot and leave again. His favorite dog is the malamute.
• Achillies used to have the heart of his mother. He was kind, compassionate, even despite his sarcastic nature. He had the ability to bleed love, yet after her death, it stripped him of his lively colors and turned him to ice, hense why he triggered his hell hound form after his first murder.
• Like his father, Achillies has a natural drawing power to knowledge. He thirsts after it, and does whatever necessary to gain it. Being as old as he is, his lifetimes adapt with the changing world, and through every corner, he always finds something new, exotic and exciting.
• Three major events of his life are what have rattled him to the core, possessing him to become a killer. The death of his mother, which he harbors guilt to because he didn't try to stop it, or he didn't go against her wishes. The divorce of his ex wife, the rumors having split them apart. And Edward. After Edward however, and the experiments, Achillies managed to put a near complete stop to his killings because he knew it would just be a road map back to him. And that fear was far more than anything he had ever experienced.
• Sarcasm is his very blood. Due to the inability to connect well on deeper levels, Achillies finds himself always referencing sarcasm and wit wherever he goes. He finds it much better when he gets a negative reaction from it.
• After Edward, he's never trusted anyone since. He has this belief that he going to be found, and someone will rat him back to the mad scientist. Achillies tends to get agitated when someone tries to get closer, and it generally ends in one of two things: death or his sudden disappearance.
• There were two occasions where Achillies had tried to take his life, both after his mother's death. The mistake he made however, was triggering the hell hound gene before he attempted it. His hate, his pain, his suffering caused the first murder which turned him into the creature. So his two attempts to end the blinding misery failed due to the supernatural elements of healing.
• His fear from claustrophobia stems from his youth. He was playing alone one day, when he found a hole in a cliff face wall. Curious natured, he naturally went in, the tunnel tight but his small body fitting through. However, part way through, he couldn't move, stuck in the small tunnel. Being stuck a few hours, and in an absolute hysteric state, he was finally rescued later by his mother, and now still carries the fear of small spaces.
• Achillies was going to become one of two things, a stripper or an escort. He decided as the escort as it held a lot more than just sex, but it held adventure, and experience to the world. He does still sleep with some clients, so he gets the best of both worlds.
• If Achillies finds, or believes that a person has been through times like himself, or has experienced the broken soul before, he will generally actually treat them with an amount of respect. He finds that they understand him, and that subconscious understanding is the earning to his grace and mercy.
CONNECTIONS;
⤿ Anaris Calderón - Mother
⤿ Zephyr - Father
⤿ Lucifer Morningstar
(Connections open for playing)
⤿ Ex Wife - Madeline Devereaux (fc Phoebe Tonkin) - Another hell hound of Lucifer, quite fierce and old. Having met her during his time during his duties to Lucifer, they were enemies to begin with. Often fought physically until exhaustion. However, after many, many years, they got over it and eventually became a couple, then married. They were considered the king and queen of the hell hounds. She was his /first/ love, and he adored her fiercely. However during her first pregnancy, they lost the child, and both suffered. It was during those times that Mazikeen came onto the scenes, and the rumors spread she was out to split the two up. Though this was false, Mazikeen and Achillies were simply fierce sparring partners, and Achillies confided in her on odd occasions, the rift between the hounds became too strong, and eventually they split. (Open for someone to play)
⤿ Ex girlfriend/rebound - Mazikeen (fc Lesley Ann Brandt) - Achillies suffered terribly after the divorce. Mazikeen became the rebound, enduring the brutality of his pain, the raw anguish and suffering. Often being the one to force him to fight out his pain rather than drinking, he was drawn to her for her fearless nature to him. She wasn't afraid of how toxic they could be, how he could hurt her or how she could hurt him. Their time together, thought considered toxic by some due to his untethered nature, was necessary for his overcoming healing. Despite the understanding that they could not work, they remain pretty close and she's always there when he needs, and vice versa. (Open for someone to play)
⤿ Ex boyfriend - Leonard Foley (fc Daniel Gillies) Before his time in hell, Achillies tethered himself to a male, simply adoring the powering challenge of knowledge and strength from the vampire. Leo was old, not as old as himself, but he had lived world's above him. Achillies was more drawn to his knowledge, and the adoration of the life he lived rather than the emotional side. He didn't know how to feel at that point, and that was their brealing point. Achillies tried forcing himself to feel something of adoration and love, when he simply didn't know how to. The frustration finally caused him to just disappear, leaving Leo without a single explanation why. [Open for someone to play]
⤿ Ex girlfriend/close fiance - Amelia Ulliel (fc Zoey Deutch) - Amelia was completely different to anyone he had ever shown interest in. She was soft, quiet, one of the pure souls of the earth. She had the ability to draw out his humanity, draw him to his knees in mercy, seeking a redemption he felt only she could give. She was a college girl, smart, bright, giving. She worked part time at one of the local bars which is where they met. Achillies was on the brink of proposing to her, the feeling of love touched his soul again, however it was the kidnnaping of Edward that tore them apart. He was just gone one day, no reason why, no explanation. Little did she know, he had been forced to endure the torments that hell itself couldn't prepare him for. Even after he escaped, he didn't seek her out. Every part of him had been fractured, and the shell of the man she once knew, he wasn't going to burden her with such a life. So his escape to the other side of the world was also a mercy giving life to her in hopes she would move on. [Open for someone to play]
Katan Beautel
Name: Katan
Nicknames: None
Birth name: Katan Beautel
Age: 600+
Date of birth: 3rd May
Birthplace: New Orleans
Gender: Male
Occupation: Professional a**hole
Marital status: Single
Species: Vampire - Kols first sired
(-) Reckless, careless, relentless, a**hole, sarcastic
(+) Loyal, devoted, fun
Parents: Tyler and Desiree Beautel
Siblings: Grace Beautel (deceased)
Fears: Losing Kol
Tattoos: The name 'Grace' across his heart
Faceclaim: Shiloh Fernandez
⤿ Katan Beautel was born the the abilities of a witch, both his parents being brought up and shown the way of dark arts. When he was learning about his powers, learning how to actually allow his powers to move, he was brought up within the nature of darkness and pain. He was taught that power was gained through the fear, the death or sacrifices of others, mostly innocents. His vision of being a witch was clouded, twisted, in a way to destroy in order to aim higher; to do anything to get what he desired most. He was a quick learner, very efficient in his magical ways when he was shown. Katan believed in the darkness, believed in the ones who taught him, strengthened him. Sometimes, he would end in severe agony, but it was always enforced that the pain was a result to the improvements of his workings. Katan truly believed that ruling, having power, using that fear was the life he wanted. But that was until his final test. A test that proved to be who he really was.
He had only been a young witch, 24 years of age when he was asked to do the unspeakable. He was asked to kill the person who was most precious to him. The person who held nothing but pure innocence. His baby sister. She had only been born a couple of months earlier, and he wanted nothing more than to be the big brother, to help her grow, and to help her also learn the ways of the dark arts. Had it of been a simple civilian, maybe he could have. But the sight of his sleeping sibling brought his weakness out. And he could not raise that blade to strike down his innocent sister. He was called weak, mocked and very heavily criticized for his lack of obedience and of his lack of strength to simple tasks. And so he lashed back, fighting against his own covern. He was no where near as strong as all of them however, and so, as the story goes, his life was barely spared, unfortunately, his baby sisters being lost in the battle.
The covern left the witch to die, leaving behind the bodies that had fallen. Katan would have also passed on, weak and unable to even attend to his simple wounds. However, it was by chance that a kinder, more gentle witch had come along, finding the ruins, finding Katan unconscious and barely alive, and bringing him to their own circle. The male remembered waking days later, sore, bruised and cut, but alive. He at first lashed out in anger on the loss of his sister, killing two of the covern people. But he was soon restrained and over a period of time, after many tearful conversations, many angered words, Katan came to realize that this could be his place in the world. This could be the family the other covern were not. He still had the burning desire to control, to rule, and to sometimes just destroy and enjoy those pure moments of darkness. But he was shown the kinder way, a way of peace and compassion, and love. Leadership wasnt everything, being a king or ruler was not all to life. But most of all, power wasnt needed. Peace, love and tranquility gave him that pure inner strength, satisfaction and desire to do better.
As he grew, and as he learnt the art of light and truth, Katan become knowledgeable to both sides of the witches worlds - the dark and light. He now had the abilities and strength to be either. Which in turn, could have classified him as one of the strongest witches alive. But, he was humble. True humility showed as he was put through various tests at the age of 77, however appearing in his early 20s still. He became beautiful, inside and out, becoming one of the healing covern, passing all the tests and then having a true family. And so, it came, he resided with them for many, many years, happy, healthy and also, very kind natured.
It came to happen one day, that the healers were attacked, by someone who went by the name Niklaus. It had been him, and another sibling, Kol. Niklaus slaughtered, and Kol simply picked off the bits and pieces that his brother left behind. However, when it was all over, and everyone had slaughtered, Niklaus had urged a leaving statement. However, Kol remained behind and he inspected Katan who had managed to fight through. He had a split decision - finish the job or change him. Kol saw something in the eyes of the witch, So, bit into his wrist and forced his wound over the mouth of Katan. With a small struggle, Kol eventually snapped his neck, forcing a painless death.
Hours passed and katan awoke, aching and no longer a witch due to the shift. He was met with Kol, a handsome man, yet confused within. It took a few hours for Kol to explain, calm the newer vampire, and eventually get katan to take blood in order to survive.
From that moment on, Katan has grown with Kol, both being close and inseparable. Kol sees katan as a son and Katan can only fully trust his sire.
CONNECTIONS;
⤿
Nicknames: None
Birth name: Katan Beautel
Age: 600+
Date of birth: 3rd May
Birthplace: New Orleans
Gender: Male
Occupation: Professional a**hole
Marital status: Single
Species: Vampire - Kols first sired
(-) Reckless, careless, relentless, a**hole, sarcastic
(+) Loyal, devoted, fun
Parents: Tyler and Desiree Beautel
Siblings: Grace Beautel (deceased)
Fears: Losing Kol
Tattoos: The name 'Grace' across his heart
Faceclaim: Shiloh Fernandez
⤿ Katan Beautel was born the the abilities of a witch, both his parents being brought up and shown the way of dark arts. When he was learning about his powers, learning how to actually allow his powers to move, he was brought up within the nature of darkness and pain. He was taught that power was gained through the fear, the death or sacrifices of others, mostly innocents. His vision of being a witch was clouded, twisted, in a way to destroy in order to aim higher; to do anything to get what he desired most. He was a quick learner, very efficient in his magical ways when he was shown. Katan believed in the darkness, believed in the ones who taught him, strengthened him. Sometimes, he would end in severe agony, but it was always enforced that the pain was a result to the improvements of his workings. Katan truly believed that ruling, having power, using that fear was the life he wanted. But that was until his final test. A test that proved to be who he really was.
He had only been a young witch, 24 years of age when he was asked to do the unspeakable. He was asked to kill the person who was most precious to him. The person who held nothing but pure innocence. His baby sister. She had only been born a couple of months earlier, and he wanted nothing more than to be the big brother, to help her grow, and to help her also learn the ways of the dark arts. Had it of been a simple civilian, maybe he could have. But the sight of his sleeping sibling brought his weakness out. And he could not raise that blade to strike down his innocent sister. He was called weak, mocked and very heavily criticized for his lack of obedience and of his lack of strength to simple tasks. And so he lashed back, fighting against his own covern. He was no where near as strong as all of them however, and so, as the story goes, his life was barely spared, unfortunately, his baby sisters being lost in the battle.
The covern left the witch to die, leaving behind the bodies that had fallen. Katan would have also passed on, weak and unable to even attend to his simple wounds. However, it was by chance that a kinder, more gentle witch had come along, finding the ruins, finding Katan unconscious and barely alive, and bringing him to their own circle. The male remembered waking days later, sore, bruised and cut, but alive. He at first lashed out in anger on the loss of his sister, killing two of the covern people. But he was soon restrained and over a period of time, after many tearful conversations, many angered words, Katan came to realize that this could be his place in the world. This could be the family the other covern were not. He still had the burning desire to control, to rule, and to sometimes just destroy and enjoy those pure moments of darkness. But he was shown the kinder way, a way of peace and compassion, and love. Leadership wasnt everything, being a king or ruler was not all to life. But most of all, power wasnt needed. Peace, love and tranquility gave him that pure inner strength, satisfaction and desire to do better.
As he grew, and as he learnt the art of light and truth, Katan become knowledgeable to both sides of the witches worlds - the dark and light. He now had the abilities and strength to be either. Which in turn, could have classified him as one of the strongest witches alive. But, he was humble. True humility showed as he was put through various tests at the age of 77, however appearing in his early 20s still. He became beautiful, inside and out, becoming one of the healing covern, passing all the tests and then having a true family. And so, it came, he resided with them for many, many years, happy, healthy and also, very kind natured.
It came to happen one day, that the healers were attacked, by someone who went by the name Niklaus. It had been him, and another sibling, Kol. Niklaus slaughtered, and Kol simply picked off the bits and pieces that his brother left behind. However, when it was all over, and everyone had slaughtered, Niklaus had urged a leaving statement. However, Kol remained behind and he inspected Katan who had managed to fight through. He had a split decision - finish the job or change him. Kol saw something in the eyes of the witch, So, bit into his wrist and forced his wound over the mouth of Katan. With a small struggle, Kol eventually snapped his neck, forcing a painless death.
Hours passed and katan awoke, aching and no longer a witch due to the shift. He was met with Kol, a handsome man, yet confused within. It took a few hours for Kol to explain, calm the newer vampire, and eventually get katan to take blood in order to survive.
From that moment on, Katan has grown with Kol, both being close and inseparable. Kol sees katan as a son and Katan can only fully trust his sire.
CONNECTIONS;
⤿
Fallen wolf
Cold.
The burning sensation of her skin, tearing her from the inside out, consuming her entirety in flames. Everything smothered in ash, smoke, eaten by the embers of punishment for disobedience. Yet it wasn't the heat that bothered her. It was the icy cold touch that settled deep in the centre of her soul, freezing her heart in thay agonising beat that each thud branded chills against the burning flames. No heat could save her.
Fear.
Gnashing jaws upon her, biting at her mentality as she laid upon the ground. Consumed with the fallen impact, aching body lifeless against the paved floor. No wings to settle this fall, only the will of the hound groaned internally, too wounded and bruised to even expose itself to the world. Unfamiliar. Unknown. Unnatural. Panic wavers yet it is held at bay by despair. She couldn't be here. Death would be far more merciful.
Wounded.
Blood slinking along perfect skin, broken with the marks of her punishment before the fall. Punctured discipline of borderline cruelty, not caring on the sting or the screaming wounds that pleaded for mercy. Forgiveness. No, not her. Awake yet lifeless, dead to the world as her conscious mind fought to accept it. How could this have come to be? How? H o w?
Severed.
Disconnected from home, life, knowledge. The games begin to wind through her intelligent mind. A dangerous course of actions - death, blood-lust, all radiating from the white hot burn of anger and betrayal. Lost in a world of hurt, lost in a world where she didn't belong. She would soon uncover just what she was capable of.
Impossible.
Fragile in every root. Yet proud despite the ashened fur. Pearly eyes mark each move, shivered snarls echoing in the piercing of the night. No one could reason. No one could penetrate through tha mind. Broken in so many ways, her own soul ripped from her, her sanity lost somewhere in the fall. Delusional, chaotic, she simply became her own worst enemy.
And she revelled in its darkness.
|| foreseeable future plot coming
The burning sensation of her skin, tearing her from the inside out, consuming her entirety in flames. Everything smothered in ash, smoke, eaten by the embers of punishment for disobedience. Yet it wasn't the heat that bothered her. It was the icy cold touch that settled deep in the centre of her soul, freezing her heart in thay agonising beat that each thud branded chills against the burning flames. No heat could save her.
Fear.
Gnashing jaws upon her, biting at her mentality as she laid upon the ground. Consumed with the fallen impact, aching body lifeless against the paved floor. No wings to settle this fall, only the will of the hound groaned internally, too wounded and bruised to even expose itself to the world. Unfamiliar. Unknown. Unnatural. Panic wavers yet it is held at bay by despair. She couldn't be here. Death would be far more merciful.
Wounded.
Blood slinking along perfect skin, broken with the marks of her punishment before the fall. Punctured discipline of borderline cruelty, not caring on the sting or the screaming wounds that pleaded for mercy. Forgiveness. No, not her. Awake yet lifeless, dead to the world as her conscious mind fought to accept it. How could this have come to be? How? H o w?
Severed.
Disconnected from home, life, knowledge. The games begin to wind through her intelligent mind. A dangerous course of actions - death, blood-lust, all radiating from the white hot burn of anger and betrayal. Lost in a world of hurt, lost in a world where she didn't belong. She would soon uncover just what she was capable of.
Impossible.
Fragile in every root. Yet proud despite the ashened fur. Pearly eyes mark each move, shivered snarls echoing in the piercing of the night. No one could reason. No one could penetrate through tha mind. Broken in so many ways, her own soul ripped from her, her sanity lost somewhere in the fall. Delusional, chaotic, she simply became her own worst enemy.
And she revelled in its darkness.
|| foreseeable future plot coming
To the man who will love her next
To the man who will love her next;
I try to search for a little closure and relief but they are hiding in a cold and dark place that I cannot find.
Why do the painful images not find not find a place to stay other than the forefront of my jumbled up mind?
I can still hear your sweet, soft voice whisper the three special words of "I love you" in my ear.
Oh how I wish that my strong arms were wrapped around your small, breathing body so that I could keep you near.
I remember your beautiful, expressive brown eyes and how when you were happy or excited, they would shine as bright as the sun.
I can still hear your loud, joyful laugh running through my head over and over again from when we were together and innocently having fun.
Oh how I wish that I was able to get up and go back in time and change that terrible, fateful day.
I would have done and said things differently than before to make sure that you would have been able to stay.
I try and try to search for you and call out to you in my deepest, darkest nightmares and even in my sweetest, softest dreams.
I can still hear just how much pain, how much fear, and how much suffering had filled your loud, piercing screams.
I remember your big, blinding smile and how it would make your whole body look like it was glowing from your happiness.
Oh how I wish that, again, your small, smooth hand could rise up to my face for a sweet, gentle caress.
You are now holding hands and smiling with Jesus Christ and living in a huge mansion that resides up above the cloudy skies.
You are now lost to me for rest of my living life and so I cannot stop the endless tears that keep escaping my puffy, bloodshot eyes.
Broken.
You've stolen her from me, the heart strings snapping against the groans of internal turmoil. Her touch, her laugh, her life. Just as you gave her to me, you also took her, selfishly desiring her beauty and love for your self. Claiming what never belonged to me all along, but belonged to you. You're meant to be merciful, kind. Where was the mercy for me?
Lord, you know all, at least, so the stories say. But, you don't know these small things, these things I must present with every ounce of love, and brokenness. You will see what you have denied the ones you love. You will see what you have removed from this world, the singular blessing of life with just one smile, on look of honey colored hues, one touch that breathes life into the very man I once was.
When you love her, love her like I do, you will learn these very things:
She holds a deep insecurity. Don't get bothered by her asking for assurance. Don't get bothered by having to repeat anything on a near daily basis. That affirmation is what allows her to move forward, allows her to smile. She needs you to remind her that she is more than what she believes. Panic and concern is a painful curse, it takes no time of day to just remind her that she's doing okay, that she is perfect. But you have to remind her of this. You have to be the strength to her, as she is to you.
She bleeds love for life. Don't hold her back in fear of her getting hurt. There is no changing or stopping her, there is only supporting her. Her heart bleeds love for life and for people. A soul you created, and perfected into the most selfless person, one who you've also tortured and watched her rise from the ashes, stronger and ready for you to try and put her through it all again. She won't give up, that's not her blood, but she will lay her life in love. If you try and stop her, she will fight you. Her value to giving, being selfless, bearing her heart to the world is what makes her only more perfect.
She loves dancing in the rain. There is a wild freedom when passing storms come, enveloping the soul, quenching it of the thirst that the drought of life that you force us to endure. Barefoot, white dress, hair down. Don't waste a single second just watching her. Dance with her. Watch her flourish in the essence of freedom and laughter that she possesses. It doesn't matter who is watching, no one else matters in your world except her. And if she has the ability to entice a hard heart to such a pleasurable freedom, then that is what matters.
When you go out with her, heads will turn. She will gain what is known as unwanted attention. Don't get jealous, don't get possessive. She knows how to take care of herself, and she only has eyes for you. You gave the world a faithful woman, and she lives by it. She may go dance with others, she may laugh with another. That doesn't mean she wants them. Her kindness can be mistaken for flirtation. Let her share a piece of what she is with the world. She doesn't deserve to be shackled down by a possessive nature, as no one truly owns another. One can only own the privilege of company, and love of another. And that's what she gives you.
Some days, she will walk through the door after a long day, looking tired, and defeated. Don't say a word. Don't ask her to talk. Just embrace her, and let her talk when she is ready. Words are not always the solution, she just needs to he held and assured that she is doing amazing. Her strength and durability is to be admired, and recognised, and never criticised.
Don't be afraid to tell her you love her. There is never too many times one can express those three words. Sometimes, that's all she needs to hear. You don't always know what battles she's silently fighting in order to ensure you don't worry about her. Every moment you can, remind her how beautiful she is. How much you love her.
She's afraid to cry on front of you. Her soul is strong, and proud. It isn't because she is afraid to be weak, but instead, she worries that it will worry you. Her love for you is so pure, so strong, she wants every piece of you to he happy. So when she falls, be there and cradle her. She calms under your voice, your arms, no matter what you say, she's going to hold onto it, and cherish it.
She trusts you.
She adores you.
She needs you.
Love has no limits. But I'm sure you're aware of that, aren't you, Lord? Since your love for her was so strong, you bid her time to end far too soon. Revoking her of her chance of happiness, of love. But I'm sure she's happy now, standing by your side. The bride of heaven, the influence of love and compassion. Her heart and soul never truly belonged here in the cruelty of this world. She was too pure, too gracious, and the hatred you allow to spread like creeping darkness was the cost of her life. Was it worth it? Tell me, God, was it worth her life? No soul has a value. They are priceless. But hers was just breathtakingly sweet, and very much loved.
She's with you now, by your choice. She's at peace where she belongs. Please, look after her, as I did my very best to, but failed in the end; in return living with the eternal punishment of guilt and agony. Love her with every fiber of love that Ioved her, kiss her every chance you get, protect her with the very life that she would protect you with. Remind her of her strength, her courage. Make her realise that you are nothing without her, she is your greatest strength, yet greatest weakness.
But most of all, Lord, please,
Tell her that I love her.
For her heart belonged to me,
Before you stole her away.
I try to search for a little closure and relief but they are hiding in a cold and dark place that I cannot find.
Why do the painful images not find not find a place to stay other than the forefront of my jumbled up mind?
I can still hear your sweet, soft voice whisper the three special words of "I love you" in my ear.
Oh how I wish that my strong arms were wrapped around your small, breathing body so that I could keep you near.
I remember your beautiful, expressive brown eyes and how when you were happy or excited, they would shine as bright as the sun.
I can still hear your loud, joyful laugh running through my head over and over again from when we were together and innocently having fun.
Oh how I wish that I was able to get up and go back in time and change that terrible, fateful day.
I would have done and said things differently than before to make sure that you would have been able to stay.
I try and try to search for you and call out to you in my deepest, darkest nightmares and even in my sweetest, softest dreams.
I can still hear just how much pain, how much fear, and how much suffering had filled your loud, piercing screams.
I remember your big, blinding smile and how it would make your whole body look like it was glowing from your happiness.
Oh how I wish that, again, your small, smooth hand could rise up to my face for a sweet, gentle caress.
You are now holding hands and smiling with Jesus Christ and living in a huge mansion that resides up above the cloudy skies.
You are now lost to me for rest of my living life and so I cannot stop the endless tears that keep escaping my puffy, bloodshot eyes.
Broken.
You've stolen her from me, the heart strings snapping against the groans of internal turmoil. Her touch, her laugh, her life. Just as you gave her to me, you also took her, selfishly desiring her beauty and love for your self. Claiming what never belonged to me all along, but belonged to you. You're meant to be merciful, kind. Where was the mercy for me?
Lord, you know all, at least, so the stories say. But, you don't know these small things, these things I must present with every ounce of love, and brokenness. You will see what you have denied the ones you love. You will see what you have removed from this world, the singular blessing of life with just one smile, on look of honey colored hues, one touch that breathes life into the very man I once was.
When you love her, love her like I do, you will learn these very things:
She holds a deep insecurity. Don't get bothered by her asking for assurance. Don't get bothered by having to repeat anything on a near daily basis. That affirmation is what allows her to move forward, allows her to smile. She needs you to remind her that she is more than what she believes. Panic and concern is a painful curse, it takes no time of day to just remind her that she's doing okay, that she is perfect. But you have to remind her of this. You have to be the strength to her, as she is to you.
She bleeds love for life. Don't hold her back in fear of her getting hurt. There is no changing or stopping her, there is only supporting her. Her heart bleeds love for life and for people. A soul you created, and perfected into the most selfless person, one who you've also tortured and watched her rise from the ashes, stronger and ready for you to try and put her through it all again. She won't give up, that's not her blood, but she will lay her life in love. If you try and stop her, she will fight you. Her value to giving, being selfless, bearing her heart to the world is what makes her only more perfect.
She loves dancing in the rain. There is a wild freedom when passing storms come, enveloping the soul, quenching it of the thirst that the drought of life that you force us to endure. Barefoot, white dress, hair down. Don't waste a single second just watching her. Dance with her. Watch her flourish in the essence of freedom and laughter that she possesses. It doesn't matter who is watching, no one else matters in your world except her. And if she has the ability to entice a hard heart to such a pleasurable freedom, then that is what matters.
When you go out with her, heads will turn. She will gain what is known as unwanted attention. Don't get jealous, don't get possessive. She knows how to take care of herself, and she only has eyes for you. You gave the world a faithful woman, and she lives by it. She may go dance with others, she may laugh with another. That doesn't mean she wants them. Her kindness can be mistaken for flirtation. Let her share a piece of what she is with the world. She doesn't deserve to be shackled down by a possessive nature, as no one truly owns another. One can only own the privilege of company, and love of another. And that's what she gives you.
Some days, she will walk through the door after a long day, looking tired, and defeated. Don't say a word. Don't ask her to talk. Just embrace her, and let her talk when she is ready. Words are not always the solution, she just needs to he held and assured that she is doing amazing. Her strength and durability is to be admired, and recognised, and never criticised.
Don't be afraid to tell her you love her. There is never too many times one can express those three words. Sometimes, that's all she needs to hear. You don't always know what battles she's silently fighting in order to ensure you don't worry about her. Every moment you can, remind her how beautiful she is. How much you love her.
She's afraid to cry on front of you. Her soul is strong, and proud. It isn't because she is afraid to be weak, but instead, she worries that it will worry you. Her love for you is so pure, so strong, she wants every piece of you to he happy. So when she falls, be there and cradle her. She calms under your voice, your arms, no matter what you say, she's going to hold onto it, and cherish it.
She trusts you.
She adores you.
She needs you.
Love has no limits. But I'm sure you're aware of that, aren't you, Lord? Since your love for her was so strong, you bid her time to end far too soon. Revoking her of her chance of happiness, of love. But I'm sure she's happy now, standing by your side. The bride of heaven, the influence of love and compassion. Her heart and soul never truly belonged here in the cruelty of this world. She was too pure, too gracious, and the hatred you allow to spread like creeping darkness was the cost of her life. Was it worth it? Tell me, God, was it worth her life? No soul has a value. They are priceless. But hers was just breathtakingly sweet, and very much loved.
She's with you now, by your choice. She's at peace where she belongs. Please, look after her, as I did my very best to, but failed in the end; in return living with the eternal punishment of guilt and agony. Love her with every fiber of love that Ioved her, kiss her every chance you get, protect her with the very life that she would protect you with. Remind her of her strength, her courage. Make her realise that you are nothing without her, she is your greatest strength, yet greatest weakness.
But most of all, Lord, please,
Tell her that I love her.
For her heart belonged to me,
Before you stole her away.
Hawke Melendez
Name: Hawke
Nicknames: Dez, Draco
Birthname: Hawke Melendez
Age: Appears 23, actually 148
Date of birth: Unknown
Birthplace: Alaska
Gender: Male
Occupation: Formerly a lawyer, now a full time father
Marital status: Widowed
Species: Dragon
(-) Cold, reserved, ruthless
(+) loyal, intelligent
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: none
Fears: None
Tattoos: none
Faceclaim: Bill Skarsgard
⤿ Growing up, Hawke was always advanced in his intelligence. Keeping his species low key was easier and hunters believed that they had wiped them out near completely. So he grew as a normal child, being brilliant through all of his schooling and college.
⤿ In college, he met a girl named Saphira, and he fell in love with her. She was smart, beautiful and strong. She wasn't a dragon but he learned that she was a phoenix, even more rare than what he was. She learnt what he was, and it drew them closer.
⤿ Saphira was with him for ten years, before hunters discovered her. In order to protect him, she broke off the relationship and fled. This left him in ruines, and it almost jepodized his job due to how he spun out of control.
⤿ It was nearly 3 years later he became one of the top of the law firm, close to running it. The offer came to pass where he could take over, but he declined. He didn't believe he was ready for that step yet.
⤿ When he didn't physically age, Hawke began to move law firms, always ensuring he only spent a few years at a time, before moving on. It was over a hundred years later, with countless flings but no serious relationship that he met Jasmine, another of his kind.
⤿ Jasmine fought for him hard, and eventually, he came to open up to her. And eventually, he fell in love for the second time. They worked together, him helping her become a better lawyer, and him learning to love again.
⤿ 3 years later, she found out she was pregnant, and Hawke couldn't be more happy. He proposed, knowing he would be with her until the end, and wanting the best for her and his child.
⤿ They arranged for the marriage to take place after the child was born, just wanting to focus on the baby first. Once they found out it was a girl, Jasmine decided the name Carla Grace Melendez, which Hawke loved.
⤿ On the day of the birth, it turned out to be a miracle, but a tragedy at the same time. Whilst the baby was born healthy, Jasmine died on the table, birthing complications having taken his fiance.
⤿ He lost his love, again, but this time, he had Carla, the child now being the only thing to keep him grounded. Hawke never dealt with the death of his fiance, since he decided he couldn't let that break him down, having to be strong for his daughter.
⤿ He stopped work, well enough to care for his daughter. At the same time, he closed off from the world, refused to let anyone in, that's the only way he can cope.
CONNECTIONS;
⤿ Jasmine (deceased)
⤿ Carla (daughter)
Nicknames: Dez, Draco
Birthname: Hawke Melendez
Age: Appears 23, actually 148
Date of birth: Unknown
Birthplace: Alaska
Gender: Male
Occupation: Formerly a lawyer, now a full time father
Marital status: Widowed
Species: Dragon
(-) Cold, reserved, ruthless
(+) loyal, intelligent
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: none
Fears: None
Tattoos: none
Faceclaim: Bill Skarsgard
⤿ Growing up, Hawke was always advanced in his intelligence. Keeping his species low key was easier and hunters believed that they had wiped them out near completely. So he grew as a normal child, being brilliant through all of his schooling and college.
⤿ In college, he met a girl named Saphira, and he fell in love with her. She was smart, beautiful and strong. She wasn't a dragon but he learned that she was a phoenix, even more rare than what he was. She learnt what he was, and it drew them closer.
⤿ Saphira was with him for ten years, before hunters discovered her. In order to protect him, she broke off the relationship and fled. This left him in ruines, and it almost jepodized his job due to how he spun out of control.
⤿ It was nearly 3 years later he became one of the top of the law firm, close to running it. The offer came to pass where he could take over, but he declined. He didn't believe he was ready for that step yet.
⤿ When he didn't physically age, Hawke began to move law firms, always ensuring he only spent a few years at a time, before moving on. It was over a hundred years later, with countless flings but no serious relationship that he met Jasmine, another of his kind.
⤿ Jasmine fought for him hard, and eventually, he came to open up to her. And eventually, he fell in love for the second time. They worked together, him helping her become a better lawyer, and him learning to love again.
⤿ 3 years later, she found out she was pregnant, and Hawke couldn't be more happy. He proposed, knowing he would be with her until the end, and wanting the best for her and his child.
⤿ They arranged for the marriage to take place after the child was born, just wanting to focus on the baby first. Once they found out it was a girl, Jasmine decided the name Carla Grace Melendez, which Hawke loved.
⤿ On the day of the birth, it turned out to be a miracle, but a tragedy at the same time. Whilst the baby was born healthy, Jasmine died on the table, birthing complications having taken his fiance.
⤿ He lost his love, again, but this time, he had Carla, the child now being the only thing to keep him grounded. Hawke never dealt with the death of his fiance, since he decided he couldn't let that break him down, having to be strong for his daughter.
⤿ He stopped work, well enough to care for his daughter. At the same time, he closed off from the world, refused to let anyone in, that's the only way he can cope.
CONNECTIONS;
⤿ Jasmine (deceased)
⤿ Carla (daughter)