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    sorry for the double post but I couldn't help myself and jj inspired me so here ya go

    thought I'd go ahead and put these here so I can flesh out some personalities and such!


    ooo tracking I'll take a seer !

    wip

    well I went over the character limit for my other post but akara is done!

    ☀Leo Blake☀

    ooc: ahhh im so sorry for not responding I didn't forget about this! things have been suuuper busy but hopefully it'll get better now!


    Leo had never met someone like Maribelle, to put it frankly. People that he knew had a tendency to not see the bright side and certainly didn't possess her happy-go-lucky demeanor. In fact, he always seemed to be the most energetic person in a room with his carefree sarcasm and chaotic energy which usually got on everyones nerves (but that made it all the more fun). He wasn't quite sure how he felt about it; part of seeing someone just happy about simple life was refreshing, though he couldn't help but think about what such naivety would bring if she were to actually venture out of the tower on her own. Not that he cared, of course. Leo just didn't want to get dragged into a mess because of some girl who didn't know good from bad. Shaking the thoughts out of his head and snapping his attention back to reality, he listened to her reply of why she wasn't allowed to leave the tower. It was a bit confusing. People like her? He turned his head to glance at Maribelle, raising an eyebrow, though he said nothing. I mean, sure. She was pretty enough to draw the wrong kind of attention in shady settings- wait, huh? She must have hit him harder than he thought with that rolling pin.


    As they drew nearer to their destination, Leo's mood visibly improved as he practically skipped along the forest path, a large grin draw across his mouth and lighting up his entire face. There was no way that Maribelle would want to continue their little adventure after this, he was sure of it. Hell, seeing him had warranted an ounce of fear and, even though he prided himself on being somewhat intimidating when the time called for it, he was nothing compared to some of the mugs who frequented the pub affectionately called The Hungry Kitten as read on a rather cute sign outside of the cottage type building. There was plenty of noise radiating from inside, and Leo turned to face Maribelle with a small smirk. "And here we are! The best drinks and company for miles around! I'm telling ya, Blondie, won't get much better than this." With that, the brunette strutted towards the door and flung it open, the crowded room becoming deadly quiet as all eyes turned to the unexpected duo.


    There were no hungry kittens in sight. The lighting was fairly dim due to the few wall mounted candles and roaring fireplace, adding nice shadowing over the faces of the already terrifying patrons who were scattered in clumps throughout. There were all types of people inside, some even frozen mid bar fight, as they stared towards Leo and Maribelle with suspicion and surprise. Leo didn't falter, however, as he stepped confidently inside with the same large grin on his face. As soon as he did so, a sudden tension filled the air as he passed several different terrifying brutes, beckoning his companion to follow him. "Afternoon gentlemen, don't stop brawling on my behalf!" Leo shot casually towards two particularly large men at a standstill in their fight who followed him with their eyes with almost murderous intent. All the while, Leo searched the pub for a particularly shady character and saw them sitting in a stall in the back corner, a hood covering their face. That was his informant, if he could guess. Before he could take another step though, a large shirtless man moved to black his way, long brown hair falling in front of his face as he stared down (the man towered a good foot over Leo) with bulging muscles.


    Having to look up at the figure before him, Leo couldn't help but gulp, voice wavering as he spoke. "Mikel, fancy seeing... You... Here," he started, losing traction as his confidence dwindled, this so called Mikel glaring at the young man furiously. Leonardo took the chance to glance back at Maribelle, sending her a hesitant thumbs up and mouthing the words 'I've got this' before Mikel spoke, voice as deep and thundering as would be expected. "I told you not to show your face here again, little thief." Ouch. Laughing nervously, Leo's response was interrupted as Mikel grasped the front of his shirt and effortlessly lifted him up into the air. The rest of the pub had resumed its normal boisterousness, most people not wanting to get involved with Mikel, who had quite the reputation as a criminal and thug in the area. "I want my money, Blake!" His voice practically shook the foundation and Leo struggled in the air to no avail. "Listen big guy, I already told you; it wasn't me! Do you think that I am stupid enough to steal from you?" The silence that followed and pointed look caused Leo's expression to fall. "That hurts. Really, it does." The brunette sighed, clearing his throat as though he wasn't suspended feet off the ground and about to be pummeled by a giant. "We can work this out, right? I'm finishing up a big job and I can try to pay for some... Damages! Yeah, damaged. Just put me down."


    After a moment, Mikel dropped the smaller man back onto the ground, causing Leo to stumble slightly before regaining his footing. Seeing this as a good opportunity to scare some sense into her, he turned around and grabbed Maribelle's wrist, dragging her forward to stand by his side. "Now Blondie, this here is my close friend Mikel." The large man almost seemed to growl at this statement. "You probably would have seen his likeness on one of the highest grossing wanted posters in the kingdom if you weren't, you know, living under a rock." He blasted on his cocky smile again, pushing her forward towards the looming man who stared down at her with a glint of curiosity. "You had best tell your boyfriend to watch his tongue, little girl. People here don't take kindly to those who cause trouble, including their companions." Leo feigned a gasp of disdain, though felt giddy at the way Mikel spoke of him without being prompted! This was perfect!


    "Speaking"

    may I reserve the last female spot jj?! this looks so fun

    ooo tracking~ ill try to get a fc and some basic info on him later today but my post probably won't come until tomorrow because I have an essay due tonight!

    quick question - I'm assuming my character doesn't know how your characters power and yours doesn't know mine is a vampire??

    tentative track I dont know much about HP but think it's interesting so forgive me if I mess something up djkjs

    love her looks awesome! coding is always so tricky haha if you want I could look at it and resize it in your template?? just lmk I'd be happy to!

    also! essay is getting done pretty quickly so I might be able to get a response out tonight! hope that what I have for my charrie looks alright with you so far C:


    Theodore "Theo" Donahue

    "I AM NOT THE ONLY TRAVELER WHO HAS NOT REPAID HIS DEBT"


    ooc: djksj this is kinda trash but I promise itll get better haha


    Theo had been surprised, to put it lightly, when Mr and Mrs Harper had approached him about keeping an eye on their daughter. Sure, he had watched the young children of relatives or friends while they ran quickly to the grocery store, but a 19 year old girl would be new. His 'charge' was in his English class at university and they had exchanged notes in passing, though didn't really know each other being that. Still, he was fairly well-known at their school and his family (though they were a family that had been harboring him for decades whenever he floated into town again) had a stellar reputation. Clarissa Harper seemed like a normal enough girl which was exactly why Theo couldn't wrap his mind around why a grown woman would need supervision. He had been hesitant about taking such a responsibility on at first, but his curiosity eventually won him over. The money didn't mean much to him as Theo had collected quite a sum over his years, but it certainly didn't hurt. Besides, he was struggling with figuring out what to do with his time and the next three weeks sounded like some kind of adventure.


    The young man had been passing the morning reading a book on the couch, not having moved since the previous evening when his host family of sorts had gone to bed. Their situation was an interesting one. The family he stayed with consisted of an older couple named Nancy and Don Shelton. Their house was an old one, older than even Theo himself, and looked like some sort of gothic mansion. Though the story of their familiarity shifted every time he visited, Theo was currently posed as their grandson. The relationship between Theo and the Shelton family had lasted for generations, starting when Theo had saved one of the Shelton family's life around the year 1800. Ever since, they had promised to make up the debt by assisting Theo is whatever way they could, sheltering him and providing blood from a local blood bank that they owned whenever he decided to stay in town, as the young vampire didn't have much of an appetite for biting live subjects.


    Theo finally took the time to glance up from his book to the clock on the wall, realizing that it was just about time for him to head out to the Harper residence and 'introduce' himself to Clarissa. This was surely going to be an interesting interaction, especially since he was certain her parents hadn't told her who he was. Setting down the book, Theo rose to his feet and stretched his arms over his head, rolling his shoulders to relieve the tightness he felt after sitting for so long. As soon as he got up, Nancy came shuffling into the living room with a cup full of some kind of purple liquid. "Good morning, Theo!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly and genuinely, handing the cup to the dark haired man gently. Theo couldn't help but grin back, gratefully taking the cup. "Nancy, morning! Thank you, you're too kind to me." Taking a pause, he quickly threw back the drink, ignoring the sickening taste that followed. Over the years, with the help of a witchy type in a nearby town, they had been able to develop of concoction that would allow him to venture into sunlight unharmed as long as he drank it every morning. Saved him a lot of stress, and made keeping up the facade all the easier.


    After exchanging a few pleasantries and informing Nancy of what his day would entail, Theo set out of the house, dressed casually in a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt, taking care to grab a jacket on his way pout even though he didn't feel the cold. He did have to keep up appearances of being human, after all. Sitting in the drive way was his favorite mode of transportation, a mint condition red 1967 ferrari spider that he had acquired back in the day. It had been a hassle to buy, too. The guy just didn't want to part with it and it involved quite a bit of convincing, of sorts. That was back when he was more lenient with using his abilities. Now, after seeing the consequences of his actions after trial and error, he was far stricter with himself. A small part of him still couldn't help but this it was worth it, though. What could he say; he appreciated some good vintage.


    The drive to the Harper residence didn't take all too long considering that his own temporary home was in a fairly centralized location. That, and he had a tendency of being a fast driver. As soon as he pulled into the driveway and before he had a clear view of the house, Theo could tell that Clarissa was sitting outside somewhere. He could hear her breathing and could smell her intermingled with the scent of cigarette smoke. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Theo hadn't expected the blond to be a smoker. The brunette smoothly got out of his car, nonchalantly putting on his jacket over his more formfitting shirt, and started walking towards the front porch where she sat. Just as he had though; she was sitting smoking a pack of cigarettes. This was going to be an interesting interaction. Sure that she could see him walking up, Theo raised an eyebrow once more, eyeing her and then the cigarettes repetitively. "Clarissa," he started in greeting, a small smirk tugging at his lips though he never broke out into a full grin. "That's an awful habit, you know." Blunt, yes, though that was simply the type of person he was. Hypocritical, also yes, as Theo had his own fair share of vices that would put anyone to shame.


    Not waiting for an answer, Theo climbed the steps of the front porch until he stood a few feet away, noticing the frost that collected on the railing and realizing how cold it must be (as he was completely ignorant to the real reason). "Your parents hired me to keep an eye on you, but I'm sure that you've figured that out already. I'm Theo Donahue, we have English together." Nonchalantly, he took a seat a short distance away, now noting that she wasn't wearing a jacket and he had half the mind to lend her his if she had shown signs of being chilled. Theo felt the question of why burning on his tongue, though he swallowed the inquiry and peered at Calissa curiously.


    "speech."

    hello hello and welcome! I'm finding myself with more and more time on my hands and thought that I might as well figure out some new threads! I prefer semi to advanced posts since I post fairly advanced myself and would preferably like to do 1x1 or small group threads because I have a tendency of getting overwhelmed in large ones hehe I am open to bxg and gxg pairings, but if there is a good plot I could attempt bxb (not very experienced in this so my muse might be lower!) I can play a male or female happily, but I do tend to have more muse for female characters because I am one!


    topics I like! (ngl, I do prefer plots with some action, though if it's compelling I'm down for anything!)

    -- assassin type threads

    -- medieval/fantasy

    -- witches and wizards (not necessarily HP, but I'd be open to that as well don't know all too much about it but I'd do my best)

    -- slice of life

    -- western/cowboys

    -- spies

    -- superpowers

    -- expedition/adventure (think uncharted, tomb raider, or indiana jones)

    -- GOT

    -- gods and goddesses

    -- apocalypse

    -- atla

    **this is not a complete list! if you think of something that isn't here just ask me C:


    some plot ideas that I have at the moment! (don't feel limited by these they can be edited C:)

    **feel free to pitch anything else! these are just some ideas that I've had! I might add some more later if I can think of some

    Theodore "Theo" Donahue

    "I AM NOT THE ONLY TRAVELER WHO HAS NOT REPAID HIS DEBT"


    ooc: oh yes I am fully here for all the d r a m a I'll try to think of some ways I can slip some in too *cue scheming*


    Man, did she have a mouth on her. Theo sat quietly as he listened to Clarissa sharply respond to him, the shadow of a smirk on his lips as he kept himself from showing open amusement. She was fiery, that was for sure. It was honestly not what he had been expecting as he had originally thought her to be the stereotypical blond sorority girl who loved to get completely wasted at the pregame before the night even started. While that could still be true, it was interesting to see that she had a more independent and sharp side to her. It would make his job much more entertaining and gave him the hope that he needed that he wouldn't spend the whole week discussing if she looked better in pink or purple. Theo had been along for far too long to deal with that and he could see himself breaking his rules on manipulation to just get her to shut up. Thankfully, he could tell this wasn't going to be the case, especially when Clarissa started to echo his own thoughts and answer questions that he had decidedly pushed down until later. Straight to the point, eh? He could get behind that.


    As Clarissa spoke with sarcasm about her obviously knowing that he was who her parents at hired, Theo allowed his smirk to take full control. His smile is general was fairly crooked, favoring the right side over the left, but his teeth were practically perfect and shone a brilliant ivory in the winter light. Even though he was leaned back casually in the chair, no air of danger evident in his body language, there was a hint of something whenever he showed his teeth. Some people were enraptured with his smile, some people's blood turned to ice for a reason they couldn't place. Either way, Theo was known to have great sway of even the most stubborn people, though he could tell the blond before him wouldn't be like everyone else. Call it intuition, but the brunette prided himself on being good at reading people after have practiced for decades. "Ah, but a robber doesn't have to be a stranger. For all you know, I could simply be waiting for the rest of my team to pull up in their tinted van," he shot back coolly, sending the young woman a coy wink, though his attention was quickly grasped by her next topic; why he was watching her in the first place.


    Although Theo knew many things, nothing about this situation added up. It would be one thing if her parents had informed him that he was to keep her from doing any reckless partying behavior such as excessive drinking or drugs, but he had received no such orders. Instead, the Harper couple had insisted that he watch her and simply make sure that she was safe. He was to act as a bodyguard of sorts. That was nothing new, though no one but perhaps the Sheltons knew about that. A few decades back, in a time when his morals were far more grey, in a city across the country, Theo had acted as a bodyguard for a well known crime boss who ran the entire city and then some. He couldn't lie, he had developed quite a reputation for his skill and bloodthirstiness (how right they had been, in hindsight). However, when he grew bored and people began to notice his lack of aging, Theo had faked his death by getting 'shot'. He had been promptly pronounced as dead due to his lack of a heartbeat and that was that. It always fascinated him that he had quickly become so different but it was probably for the best; the theo he had been then was not one he would have gotten along with now.


    Clarissa's answer to his question wasn't much of an answer and just made him all the more curious. He would find out in due time? How much more ominous could that be? If he didn't know any better, Theo would have thought that they wanted to harvest his organs or something along that affect, though they would be sorely disappointed. "I see... Well, I'm looking forward to that day, then." Theo's grin had been taken over by a look of inquiry as he made direct eye contact with Clarissa, his deep brown eyes meeting her bright blue ones without any hesitation. Still, nothing. Theo could feel the full of something familiar, almost a similarity, though he heart beat too strongly for her to be like him. He knew that he could probably convince her in his own little way through this eye contact to reveal what she was hiding, but something in his gut advised against it and he broke eye contact, just in time for her phone to ping, drawing his attention to the culprit that rested in her hands.


    Her expression was fairly easy to read as she stared at the screen. Whoever had texted was not someone she was excited to hear from and a look of some kind of distress flashed across her face for a brief moment and Theo couldn't help but glance around the property from his position, deep eyes scanning as far as his enhanced eyesight could reach. Nothing. Call it paranoia, but he had realized over the years that being paranoid usually wound up with a better ending than being careless. After a few moments of silence, Clarissa spoke once more and Theo turned his attention back to her, raising an eyebrow at what she said. "I'm sure it is," he mused, standing up himself to his full height, a solid 6'1", making him a force to be reckoned with despite his especially sharp canine teeth, especially with the uncanny aura that always seemed to surround him. "We wouldn't want you to get sick." The way he said this was very casual and in an uncaring tone, not really even looking at her as he made another survey of the property as they made their way to the front door. Something unsettling was in the air, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Being inside would make him feel much more at ease.


    The house was nice, that was for sure. A bit too modern for his own tastes, though that was to be expected when he drove a car like he did. Theo had always had a taste that had, in the past century, become 'old fashioned'. Still, he did appreciate the rustic touches scattered here and there and took care to take note of every single one, following Clarissa towards the kitchen and watching as she moved towards the fridge, pulling out a bottle of Cabernet and struggled to get hold of two glasses from a cupboard that was too high for her. Again, a shadow of amusement pulled at his lips as he leaned informally against the counter. Before he could answer her question, the girl had already begun getting two glasses of wine ready and a short chuckle escaped him. "It would be rude to say no," he answered, stepping closer to her and accepting the glass of red wine. Theo did drink, that was true. One of his vices, he supposed, but it helped take his mind off of things. It took far more alcohol than the regular person to get him drunk, but he had learned to appreciate the taste. That, and it tended to loosen him up and make him more relaxed. People often told him that he was too tense, mostly including Nancy and Don. Wine was good, but Theo was more of a whisky guy.


    Taking a sip of the wine, Theo once again took to examining Clarissa's face, deciding to spark up conversation and make her more comfortable with his presence there. "What do you plan on doing while your parents are away? Burn the house down? Start a revolution?" He wanted to ask about who had texted her before, but decided that that particular question might be a bit too prying for a couple of acquaintances. If it had anything to do with him, which he was sure it would not, she would tell him eventually. All he was concerned with was making sure she was safe and sound when her mother and father got home.


    "speech."

    Theodore "Theo" Donahue

    "I AM NOT THE ONLY TRAVELER WHO HAS NOT REPAID HIS DEBT"


    ooc: oh hell yeah I love it


    Theo was once again thrown off guard by Clarissa echoing his own thoughts and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise. The fact that she was a bourbon person was not something that he had expected, and he took another drink of the wine, ignoring the tantalizing red color. His cravings had drastically gone down after dealing with them for around 250 years, so he prided himself on having more control than many of his 'brethren'. It was difficult to keep up an image of a normal college guy if you were constantly draining the coeds of blood. In fact, the brunette had a distaste for those who drank from live subjects. Though he had lost touch with himself in the past, Theo did all he could to grasp what little humanity he had left, hence why he limited the use of his more vampiric abilities. Every time he used them, he could feel himself shifting into a darker side of himself, chipping away at his fragmented soul as he knew it. Theo didn't know what would happen when the last of his soul was gone or when he could feel the cold embrace of letting go shroud him, but he was determined to never find out.


    Boldly meeting her gaze, Theo watched as the blonde took a moment to observe him like he had done her multiple times since meeting, and tilted his head to the side coyly. Most people averted their gaze when met with his eyes, but not Clarissa. Whether it was boldness or something else, he didn't know, but it was refreshing to say the least. Realization almost seemed to appear in her eyes, though quickly dissipated as though she was at odds with her own instincts, and Theo broke eye contact to stare into his glass, lifting his gaze when she spoke up warranting yet another deep chuckle. Ah, Robespierre. The was a name that he hadn't heard in some time. Theo had been in England during the revolution, making arrangements to make way for Spain. The revolution had thrown a wrench in his plans, especially when it was during that time that he became the immortal creature he is today. There were interesting memories associated with that. It was always difficult for him to recall the first few years after his turning, though he did remember heading to Paris to reap the benefits and blood of one of the most violent conflicts in history. "I'm sure you can get it done with me as your muscle." Though his tone was joking, Theo knew the weight behind his words. Though his identity had been obscured from the public, Theo had quickly become a prominent figure of the revolution, being known as 'The Black Death'. What they hadn't known was that he was simply hungry and looking for his next meal, though this was something he probably wouldn't repeat in the future. "But let's try to avoid getting our heads cut off. For our health."


    Before the conversation could go any further, Calissa's phone pinged again and Theo stared at it, narrowing his eyes slightly as he observed the change in her expression. Preemptively, he casually placed his wine glass on the kitchen counter behind him, playing it off as him stretching his arms above his head, but keeping careful tabs on the girl he was hired to look after. This time, she looked far more panicked and her whole demeanor changed. The tone of her voice hardly took him off guard as he had been expecting this as soon as her body language had shifted, and he became scarily calm. Theo's facial expression was practically blank besides a hint of intimidation and determination as he listened to her speak, keeping his senses alert for anything out of the ordinary. If his instincts were correct, there was about to be a fight. With who, he wasn't sure, but he was certain that someone would end up hurt and it wasn't going to be Clarissa if he could help it.


    Her words puzzled him, though he didn't hesitate. A necklace? What was the importance of a necklace? Still, having been hired, he leaped into action, but not before glancing over his shoulder to look at Clarissa before running up the stairs. "Don't do anything stupid. I'll be right back." As soon as he was out of view, Theo was practically a flash of speed up the stairs, identifying the girls room immediately through the fact that it smelt strongly of her perfume, and making a b-line directly for her nightstand. Everything was a blur as he grasped hold of the necklace, staring at it in slight awe. Something about it was different, though he had no time to ponder it before a strong and sickening smell hit his nostrils and he turned around with a silent snarl. Dog. He quickly left the room, though a large crash and yelling from downstairs told him that he was a hair too late. His eyes flashed angrily as the smell of dog grew even stronger and began to become intermingled with the smell of blood. There was a pulse in the air around him as Theo's pupils dilated and he sprung into action, leaping from the top of the stairs and to the first floor, the ground seeming the shake upon impact. The necklace was carefully deposited into his pocket and Theo stalked towards the noises and smells, enough to make his head spin, eyes shifting from a dark brown to a deep red.


    The scene before him when he entered the room was absolutely chaotic. Ice covered the floor and both parties were bleeding, though his eyes were drawn immediately to the oversized wolf that stood before them. In smooth movements, and almost in the blink of an eye, Theo was in front of Clarissa, using one hand to carefully (though firmly) push her back to a safe distance. She would have some explaining to do later, but for now there were bigger, and smellier, problems to take care of. Theo stood still with a terrifying coldness, eyes almost glowing a dark red and his face completely void of emotion as he stared down the wolf before him. Obviously, this 'Cameron' and Clarissa had a history as he had heard her trying to plead with him. As for what she didn't have, he could only assume that was why the wolf was here. The necklace was burning in his pocket, but he ignored it to maintain his laser focus on the enemy. "There are two ways that this can go down," he started, voice cruel and hard, almost completely different from the way he had been speaking before. "Either leave now with your tail between your legs and never show your face here again, or I can break your neck followed by the rest of the bones in your pathetic body." Theo was painfully aware of Clarissa's shoulder, and that only fueled his rage. Between his senses being overwhelmed by blood, which usually only increased a vampires strength and adrenaline, and knowing that his charge was hurt, the brunette wasn't sure what he would do and everything about him screamed danger.


    Part of him couldn't help but blame himself for this. Theo had realized something was wrong when he had first stepped into the house and had failed to protect Clarissa, on the first day at that. He slowly clenched and unclenched his fists, part of him itching for some kind of fight just so that he could relieve his rage. Though it had been some time, Theo had dealt with werewolves in the past. Cowards, they were, hiding behind their animal form and too scared to show their real faces. There was one pack that particularly stood out about 50 years ago. He had gone into their territory to hunt a deer, as he had been without blood for some time, and they decided to take him on. It did not end well for them, especially since he had been maturing into a stronger being around that age. "Clarissa, stay back and put some pressure on your shoulder," he reiterated, not turning his head to look at her. Though he was standing fairly loose, every inch of him was ready to react to anything. "My advice would be to leave, dog. You are not the first of your kind that I've handled and won't be the last."


    "speech."