Name: Ezra Miller.
↳Known as: The Escort.
Age: 29.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Species: Human.
Occupation: Escort.

Personality: Dominant. Though he can play submissive if clients want him to behave that way. He’s able to read people, and situations, quite well and adjust to reach the outcome he desires. He will try to seem open and warm, but for the most part he’s cold and closed off, as he doesn’t want people to know the real him.


Special Details: Running low on money is what caused him to choose the job that he did, and he enjoys what he does, but there’s a part of him that wishes to be more than what he is. He doesn’t run an ad, so the word about him and his phone number or email is usually passed from client to client.


F/C: Andy Black.


Bio:
Most of Ezra’s early life he doesn’t like to talk about. His father left long before he was born, and his mother left him with his grandmother almost all the time so that she could go out and have fun, as she had had him extremely young. He never really saw her as a mother figure, or even family, as she avoided him as long as she could. His grandmother was his entire world until she died when he was fifteen years old.

When that happened, he had no choice but to move in with his mother’s sh*thole apartment where he was forced to sleep on the couch. She still avoided him, though he didn’t care too much to complain. It was better that she wasn’t around him as he didn’t want to get angry at her for the choices she’d made, and for refusing to tell him who his father was. By the time he was seventeen, she disappeared to move across the state to live with a new boyfriend, and he never saw her again.

Ezra did all that he could to get by. He worked mainly in a grocery store, unloading items from trucks, and stocking the shelves. For a while, it worked well for him, and he was content with his life, as he was able to afford to keep his mother’s apartment. However, he eventually lost his job due to cutbacks, and he began to get worried about what he was going to do as he had nowhere else to go.

Deciding that he needed to get his mind off of things, he went to a friend’s house where a party was taking place. He planned to get drunk and do whatever he wanted that night before figuring out what to do the next day. However, this party is where things changed for him, as he was approached by his friend with a strange request. The friend told him that his mom’s best friend wanted to know if Ezra would accompany her to a work party, and that she would pay him a decent amount to be her date.

With no other option, he accepted, and he took the woman to the party. He played the part of a doting partner, and kept her happy during the evening. By the time the party was over, she was well on her way to be drunk, while he remained mostly sober. When he went to take her home, before he could leave, she made another request of him; would he be willing to sleep with her in exchange for more money? She called it a bonus, and the best way to end an evening. Ezra still had no other option, as he really needed the money, so he accepted it and slept with her.

When they woke up the next morning, he was sure that she would’ve forgotten the bonus, and he was going to pass it off as nothing. The night was a fun pass of time and he was at least going to be compensated for the party. However, he was surprised to see that, when she paid him, it was almost double the amount she’d said that she would pay him. It was enough to cover his rent for the next two months, giving him plenty of time to sort out employment.

It was supposed to be a one time thing, however, the woman told several of her friends about their evening, and what he was willing to do, and before the week was over he had several more dates booked. Each one paying more than the last, and not every date involved sex. Sometimes, the women just wanted to be wined and dined. Sometimes they wanted him to approach them in a bar, and chat them up, acting as if he just had to talk to them and ask them out. Sometimes he would take them to parties for work or family. It was all casual and fun, with repeated customers that paid him well.

Now, nearly a decade later, Ezra still works as an escort, and though his clients mainly consist of lonely older women, he enjoys what he does. And he currently has no plans to stop, as he’s trying to save up enough money to get him out of the city so that he can start over somewhere new; a fresh start, just as he always wanted.

Name: Xavier Sims.
↳Known as: The Drug Dealer Playboy.
Age: 27.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Species: Human.
Occupation: Drug Dealer.

Personality: Dominant. Cocky. Narcissistic. He has a way about himself that shows he knows that he’s irresistible to the opposite sex, and he isn’t afraid of showing that off. There’s a confidence inside of him that not many people have. Due to his family’s money he also feels that he’s untouchable by law enforcement, and money to him has little to no value as he has way too much of it.

Special Details: He has been a drug dealer since his early teenage years, though he doesn’t use them quite often as he prefers to drink, but he mostly tends to stay sober to keep level headed. As money has not much value, sexual favors is what he tends to charge for access to the drugs he sells.


F/C: Zayn Malik.


Bio:
From the very beginning of his life, his family wasn’t the happiest. His father came from money, extremely old and bloody money, and his mother was attracted to that and fell in love with his money rather than him, which he didn’t mind because she was attractive and also had a bit of money. Their marriage wasn’t exactly arranged, but their families were happy with the union from both sides as each had something to give the other.

Xavier’s birth was also something each side was happy with, especially with him being a male because it meant that the Sims name would live on further to another generation. However, despite the happiness of everyone involved, neither his mother or father really knew how to love him; they couldn’t even love each other so loving their son wasn’t something they could do either. For the most part he was raised more by nannies than anyone else, and his parents were picky from wanting the perfect person to take care of their child, so he went through a lot of them. He wasn’t able to gain an attachment to anyone, and therefore grew up to be more of a loner, though his parents always encouraged him to be sociable.

During his teenage years, he began to learn more about his father’s family’s fortune, and how a lot of it came from profiting off of mass devastation, and death. This side of his family took advantage of the poor and fed into addictions. So he began to realize that the only way he could make his family proud, and follow along with history, was to take advantage of people that couldn’t fight back. Thus began his journey into becoming a drug dealer.

His parents never knew, to his knowledge, about his pharmaceutical dealings and he was able to gain access to a lot of his merchandise because of his family name. The police were afraid to go after him, so he quickly became the person that people would go to in order to get their supply of drugs. He also became a bit of a target for other dealers in the beginning to try to take him down, or steal his supply as he had access to the best products, but he was underestimated, and was able to stand his ground.

Nowadays he’s still on the top of his game, and is arguably the most prominent dealer in the Vegas area. His target buyers mainly consist of females as he takes sexual favors instead of money because money has little value to him since he already has plenty of it. This makes him very unwilling to tie himself down to just one person, and he enjoys being able to sleep with whoever he wants.

Name: Eleanor Lovell.
Nickname: Ellie, Elle, and Ella.
Age: 23.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Species: Vampire/Werewolf Hybrid.
Occupation: None.

Personality: Neither dominant nor submissive. She prefer to isolate herself, and stay away from pretty much anyone. Internally she’s in pain, and almost constantly angry, so she tends to blow up at random times, and eventually kill out of rage, then the sadness and guilt would follow soon after.

Special Details: Because of what happened to her family, and what happened to her, she has a need for revenge. She wants to track down the person that made her life hell, and end their life, or make it just as horrible as her own. That’s her main goal above all else.

F/C: Danielle Campbell.

Bio:
Before the worst night of her life, Eleanor’s days were quite normal. She lived in a plain and ordinary werewolf family that lived amongst themselves and humans. Her parents wanted to raise her and her older brother away from the supernatural world to protect them, however, instead of going along with what they wanted, she would phase into a wolf during the night. The rest of her family disapproved of the behavior, though they never tried to stop her. And it wasn’t until after the attack that she realized that she should’ve listened to them; she had just been too naive to understand their fear.

It was at age seventeen that the attack actually happened, and she had pulled a semi-all nighter for her finals in the coming week. She had passed out very late, and planned to sleep through the entire Sunday morning to catch up on her sleep, however, she was woken up by the sound of glass shattering, and a scream, her mother’s scream. She had jolted up in her bed, heart pounding, trying to figure out what was happening, and just as she was about to get out of bed to figure it out another scream rang out. Her brother’s. Things were silent for a few seconds, then a deep growl was heard followed by a whimper and a loud thud.

In that moment, she knew that something was wrong, she just didn’t know what, and instead of stepping in to help, she had just sat there on her bed, and did nothing. She was frozen in fear, and guilt, and on the verge of tears when a stranger entered her room. He was covered in blood, and a satisfied, sadistic smile etched on his face, and he began to almost taunt her about how her pack should’ve never challenged him and thought that it would just go unpunished. She was confused, but before she could even say anything, he pressed his bleeding palm against her mouth, forcing her to swallow the liquid, and then there was a flash of pain from her neck snapping.

When she woke up, she was dazed and confused, not remembering what had happened. Her head was pounding, and her mouth tasted awful. When her eyes opened, she saw the same stranger above her, once again taunting her and wearing that same smile. Then she smelled it, the blood, and she immediately realized what was happening, what he planned to do. But before she could do anything to stop it, he once again forced the liquid down her throat, and vanished just as she swallowed it.

She had ran down the stairs, and found the horror show that was there. Her mother dead in the kitchen next to a broken window, her brother in the hallway with what looked like a baseball bat in his hand, and her father in the living room, in his wolf form, with his head almost entirely ripped off. The scene was horrific, and she had dropped to her knees sobbing over her family, trying to wake them even though she knew it wasn’t possible.

Hours later, she realized she couldn’t stay, that she had to leave them, and she had to figure out if her fears were true; sadly they were. The stranger had turned her into a hybrid to ensure that she never forgot, and never tried to move on from the horrors he had put her through.

Now at age twenty-three, the need for revenge still burns just as brightly as it did the moment she walked down the stairs that morning. Her bursts of anger every now and then cause her to kill whoever is around her, which she immediately regrets and feels guilty about, so she tends to stay away from large crowded areas unless she catches the scent of the person that wrecked chaos on her life. She’s only caught his scent once or twice, and it was never fresh, but she plans to never give up until she gets her vengeance. It won't come easy, she knows that, because eventually she learned the identity of the stranger; Theon Cole, the original vampire.

Name: Austin Carrigan.
↳Known As: The Forgotten Son.
Age: 24.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Species: Human.
Occupation: Janitor at Carrigan Law Firm.

Personality: Neither dominant nor submissive. That was beaten out of him a long time ago. He’s very reserved, and deals with his inner demons on quite a day to day basis. It’s rare that he says many words throughout the day due to feeling so alone and lost in the world that he’s in.

Special Details: While working at his father’s law firm, he’s not allowed to say that he’s his father’s son due to his father not wanting the people there to know he abandoned his first wife and child. He wants them to believe his life is perfect, which leaves Austin to deal with poor attitudes from the people there. And that doesn’t help with his addictions. He also has scars on his wrists from his childhood where one of the women his mother was competing with had tried to kill him to get to her.

F/C: Chace Crawford.

Bio:
For a great proportion of his life, Austin Carrigan, has known that life is full more of downs than ups. When he was born, his life was actually pretty normal. His mother was a nighttime nurse, and his father worked a car dealership, however, when Austin was two, his father got laid off due to low sale percentages. This caused a huge rift in his parents' marriage, and eventually, his father had had enough, and he left.

His mother did all she could to provide for him. She took extra shifts at the hospital, and even got another job part time at a local fast food restaurant. But all of that only helped temporarily. She couldn’t afford their house, so they had to move into a much smaller one in a run down neighborhood, and eventually, she lost their car, which in turn made her lose her jobs because she was constantly late from walking back and forth. And she couldn’t always afford childcare for Austin, so she had to miss days for him.

With no money, and no other options, his mother was left with something that she never would’ve considered if she didn’t have a six year old at home; prostitution. For days she’d be gone, leaving Austin with her pimp’s sister who did nothing but shove him into a closet and throw him table scraps. And every time he’d try to tell his mother she would disregard him because she was finally making money again. Soon, she was addicted to drugs and alcohol too, which didn’t help her relationship with Austin when he got older.

When he turned seventeen, he had already dropped out of school after many bad grades, detentions, and suspensions. His mother couldn’t care less about any of that. She only cared about her drug habit and getting her money from her Johns. With their relationship strained beyond repair, Austin moved out of their house and moved in with a few friends of his that also didn’t attend school. They were a part of an amateur gang that regularly got into trouble with the law, though Austin tried to steer clear of that. He only stayed with them because he had no other options.

Less than two months before his eighteenth birthday, the police and a social worker showed up looking for him. His mother had overdosed the night before, and because he wasn’t yet eighteen, they had to take him into the foster care system until his birthday. No foster families wanted a seventeen year old with that much damage, so he was put into a group home, and he had to stay there for the next two months. When his birthday came, he went straight back to his friends, with a much different attitude.

Instead of sticking clear of the trouble, he went head first into it this time. It was clear that he was so much more broken after losing his mother, even if they weren’t close, it still broke him in ways that even he couldn’t understand. And what really finished him off was the fact that his father tried to contact him after he heard about his mother’s death. He wanted to reconnect, and introduce Austin to his new wife and kids. Austin slammed the door in his face without a single word.

That night, Austin got plastered beyond belief, and he got into a fight with another member of the gang, and he almost killed the guy. He was thrown out, and forced onto the streets with nothing apart from the clothes on his back and whatever pocket change he had on him. For a while, he jumped from couch to couch from different acquaintances, and he even spent time in a homeless shelter.

Eventually, the only thing he was left with was to contact his father, who had a new job as a lawyer. After he’d left his mother, he’d gotten his degree, and had just recently opened up his own firm. Austin hated to ask for a favor from the man that left him and ruined his entire life, but he didn’t have any other options.

His father didn’t give him money, instead, he let Austin stay in his guest house, and got him a job at his law firm doing busy work and cleaning up. He even convinced his son to get his GED, and explore a career of his own, which didn’t settle well with Austin, but he didn’t disagree. He felt like he couldn’t after all his father had done for him, especially when he didn’t have to.

Everyday now, Austin has to deal with his own addictions to alcohol and his temper, which isn’t easy when he sees his father with his new family. It isn’t thrown in his face, but it feels like it is to him. It just built up to the point where he eventually almost hit his half brothers, and his father forced him to go to therapy or he’d throw him out.

No matter what, Austin knows that he won’t be fixed as he’s broken beyond repair, but he wants to figure out how to make his addictions and anger manageable enough that he won’t kill himself with them like his mother did.

Name: Darya Cambion.
Age: 217 [Born: 1801.]
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. [Male Lean]
Sex: Female.
Species: Succubus.
Occupation: Model.

Personality: Switch. Darya isn’t shy by any means, but she chooses not to interact with people, giving the impression that she’s shy. She also appears stuck up due to her career as a model, but she only decided to become one to have access to people she could feed on.

Special Details: She’s a daughter of Lilith, whom was the first wife of Adam, and turned into a succubus. She has no idea who her father was, and she only sees her mother from time to time.

F/C: Lauren Jauregui.

Bio:
Darya was born in the early eighteen hundreds, and she spent a total of seven months with her mother after birth as her growth rate was accelerated. She was fed with a nectar given by Lilith that came from the Underworld, where Lilith tends to be, and then she was tossed into the world with only her instincts to feed.

At first, she gave into them fully. She fed so much that the men she would sleep with would die before she was finished, and she couldn’t feel guilt. Humans were just food to her, especially the males. Though she did sometimes also seduce women and feed from them as well, but they weren’t as filling as the males. Her life continued to be an endless cycle of feeding and death until she eventually came across a male by the name of Adam.

He was so unlike any of the others she’d come across. Usually she would go into a public place, and let her prey find her, then let them seduce her into their beds where she would feed. But he was different. She caught onto his energy almost immediately, and she had to seduce him, which wasn’t difficult for her. Her beauty helped her to win him over, and she was able to get into his bed quite easily. That feeding filled her strongly, and she began to feel something for him that she’d never felt before, something she couldn’t quite figure out. Feelings weren’t normal for her. She only felt lust, and he brought out passion in her that was strange and foreign, in yet, it was also welcomed. Feeding from him filled her more than the others, but it also depleted even faster, which meant that she needed another fix. She had forced herself not to kill him, because she liked him, and she wanted to feel what he made her feel again.

When she was born, her mother told her practically nothing about herself, she only knew how to feed through her instincts and whatever else she didn’t know, she learned through trial and error. And that’s how she figured out that feeding too soon from the same source would result in the same thing each time; death.

She’d slept with Adam two days later, and in the middle of the feeding, his heart gave out, and he died. She tried everything that she could, even trying to give back what she took from him to put life back into his body, but nothing worked. He was gone, and she was devastated.

For the next fifty years, she did everything she could to recreate the feeling she had with Adam. She waited as long as she could in between feedings to keep the males, and females, she had feelings for stick around longer, but eventually, her nature won out, and she would end up killing them. The urge to feed was too strong to fight when she was starving.

She tried many methods over those fifty years; feeding from multiple partners in a span of a few days to keep her lovers alive, not feeding at all during the sex, and even killing someone the day before being with the one she wanted alive. However, they would eventually all die. She wasn’t waiting long enough, and she couldn’t wait that long between feedings, and she also couldn’t wait that long to feel that passion and adoration again.

In the year 1936, after she’d killed yet another lover, she came to realize that feeling that passion had caused her to feel other things when those lovers died; guilt and sadness. Each time she killed, those feelings got stronger, and eventually, they came when she killed someone that wasn’t one she wanted to keep. She didn’t want to feel at all, and there was no way in sight for her to be able to feed without regretting it afterwards.

However, one night came where she was walking and simply trying to figure out what she wanted to do; could she kill herself by not feeding for long periods of time? Or should she try to become a God or Goddess’ pet due to Gods being immortal and unable to die? Unbeknownst to her, she’d caught the attention of a group of drunk men. They cornered her, and she could’ve easily fought them off, but there something inside of her that came to a realization; if she allowed herself to be attacked, then she could feed and kill without remorse. She would be protecting others from the same fate. Or at least that’s what she told herself.

From then on, when she needed to feed, she would go to neighborhoods that had high crime rates, and sought out the men that would want to attack her. She went to bars, and allowed herself to be ‘drugged’ and taken away by men that were none the wiser. She preyed on the predators, and there was a bit of a thrill that came from it.

Eventually, the prey didn’t come as often, so she decided that she needed to take a step onto a pedestal. Her beauty was far beyond anyone else’s, so it wasn’t hard to land a job as a model, which put her into the public eye. From there, she was able to find new men and women to feed on as there were many of them that preyed on innocent women looking to get a head in the modeling industry. It was like a never ending amount of feeding for her, and she didn’t feel as much guilt as she once did.

Her main focus, besides only picking those that would try to prey on her, is keeping as many alive as possible. But sometimes it’s difficult for her to find someone when she needs to feed, so the only thing she’s left to do is find someone that finds her attractive, and intensify it using her succubus abilities. It sometimes takes a while for it to take effect in the way that she needs, but she knows that it’ll pay off eventually. It's the easiest thing for her to do that doesn't lead to the killing of those that don't deserve to die.