"I swear on my life that I've been a good girl (good girl, good girl)
Tonight, I don't want to be her"

THE VAMPIRE LORD

They say he likes a good time
(My, oh my)
He comes alive at midnight (he comes alive, oh every night)
(Every night)
My mama doesn't trust him
(My, oh my)
He's only here for one thing
But (so am I)

Name
Louis Maxine Delcour

Nickname
Louie, Batsy (by Celeste only)

Age
Around a couple hundred years old but looks 20

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Appearance
Corentin Huard

Personality
Louis is a sly and devious person, that is very easy to pick up on. He's quite charming and flirtatious when he wants to be, but typically his first appearances can be intimidating. Vampires and other beings know that he's extremely deadly and just one glance from him could mean life or death.

Louis is usually seen as cold and aloof, putting the needs of his coven above most things.  The person whom the outside world sees and whom his close ones see are two very different people. The outside world sees his clan as a strong, powerful, fearless, and deadly coven, and it all is, but he appears all these things to fit the description of what others want him to be.

Changing his mind proves to be a hard task. In reality, he is known to be a very loyal man with good qualities. This part of Louis is one that only his inner circle has seen. He knows very well that if he shows it to people outside of that then his power could finish. This comes to show that we all have our masks and one should never judge first appearances.

With everything going on, Louis knows which masks he needs to put on. He is a master of manipulation and lying. Do not believe a word gang comes out of his mouth. Louis is a dangerous man who could probably convince you to jump off a cliff if he so wished. He is excellent with words and brilliant at reading people and their emotions. It's scary just how intelligent and coy this man is.

Flaws/Fears
Louis is a very harsh and cold man with a short tolerance for stupidity. For living for so long, he has seen quite a bit, ultimately making him a very cynical person. To those who do not know, Louis is a diplomatic person but that doesn't make her any less deadly, he is the leader of the Nightingale Coven after all. To get to where he is, he had to do many things that others wouldn't dream of. Those who have messed with him learn very quickly not to make the same mistake.

Hobbies
Running his coven, playing poker, traveling, drinking blood, watching old movies

*Likes
Nighttime, drinking, classical music, old movies, old cars, stars, tuxes/suits, business deals, blood, playing cards, traveling, collecting books, Europe, coffee, fancy/elegant things, his gold watch, history, chaos, power, money

*Dislikes
Rules, unbalance, injustice, guns, messes, pop music, modern clubs, werewolves, chocolate, sunlight, foolish vampires, vampire hunters, vampire stereotypes, modern parties, flying, food, most humans, dirty businessmen/politicians

Backstory
It was the year 1772 that Louis was born to Adelaide and Henri Delcour of the aristocratic class. His life was a lavish one full of balls and jewels. Everything was good, at least he thought it was until the times started to change and the French Revolution emerged.

He was only seventeen when it first started but he'd never forget those times. It was there that Louis experienced horror at first hand. He and his family lost everything to poor revolutionaries. After his house was ransacked he lived with distant relatives but they couldn't escape the terror. His parents were "arrested", then beheaded at the guillotine, and he watched it.

Afterward, Louis fled to Switzerland. He stayed there for a while. It was his stay in Switzerland that he got cornered late one night by men whom he owed cash to. Instead of having him pay up his debts, they turned him.

With his power and ambition Louis went from the bottom of the ranks to the top very quickly. Over the years, he traveled all over the world and has served in many wars. Currently, he resides in New York City and is the leader of the Nightingale Vampire Coven.

*Occupation/Job
Leader of Nightingale Vampire Coven

Species
Vampire

Abilities/Powers
Enhanced speed, stamina, strength, senses, Encanto, healing, immortality, mind compulsion, dream manipulation, illusions, emotion control, and due to odd and rare circumstances he is allowed to walk in the light

Other
°is fluent in many languages, too many to count
°plays the piano
°has a huge library
°often dresses very nicely
°was totally a mamma's boy

*Quote
"Life's pain, anyone who says otherwise is trying to sell you something"

"Perhaps I had a wicked childhood or miserable youth. But somewhere in that, I must have done something good to have met you"

"Let's have a toast. To the incompetence of my enemies"

"God knows where all drawn towards what's beautiful and broken but some people cannot be fixed or if they can be; it's only by love and sacrifice so great that it destroys the giver"

THE PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

A little bit older
A black leather jacket
A bad reputation
Insatiable habits
He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe
Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me
I might let it happen"

Name
Celeste Snow

Nickname
Snow (if you call her anything else she'll beat you up)

Age
23

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Appearance
Madison Beer

Personality
Celeste is everything one would expect and nothing you would expect. She is a wolf in sheeps clothing and a storm brewing. In short, she is one complicated and intricate woman. Wall after wall and trap after trap. She has set up barriers to hide her true self, which is only visible to those truly close.

Celeste has many masks but has never really shown her true face to anyone. She often comes off as aloof and dismissive, seeming to not have a care in the world. If she doesn't like something then she would walk away. Very few people have her respect and to hold her attention for more than a few minutes is near impossible.

She can be quite charming and a little devil when she chooses to be. No man can seem to resist her when she chooses to play that card. She is a clever and intelligent woman, often intelligent enough to not let you know just how smart she is.

Being a Private Investigator, Celeste is the kind of person who doesn't take crap from anyone. She's a fearless badaßs who can take care of herself. She is also a very observant person, very little gets past her. There are so many other skills that she has developed over the years because of her job.

Till her last breath, Celeste will be a fighter. She'd rather die on her feet than life on her knees. To get Celeste to comply with just about anything is a challenge. This girl needs sedatives just to get her to rest when she doesn't want to do it.

Justice and freedom are something that means a lot to Celeste and she will always find it. She will always help people get the justice they deserve. Never once, has she turned down a case of people in need. Some of those has come to kick her in the behind, but the majority of the time it's not. She takes pleasure in helping people out and bring peace to their lives, which is something she wants.

Flaws/Fears
Celeste, however, confides in herself and herself only. In times of need, she never seems to go to anyone to help, a major flaw of hers. Celeste is a lost girl, searching for answers on who she is. Her past and what she is baffles her and has constantly searched for answers, but with everything that has happened in her past she has developed quite the fear of hospitals.

Hobbies
Solving crimes, drinking, fighting, training, cooking/baking

*Likes
Leather, her motorcycle, justice, order, spices, foreign food, punching bags or bad guys, karaoke nights, putting people behind bars, justice, rock music, being right

*Dislikes
Hospitals, when the bad guys get away, being in sticky situations, innocent casualties, not being able to help people, being sick or injured, her beast side, hurting people

Backstory
TBA

*Occupation/Job
Private Investigator

Species
Something supernatural, no one really knows what she is

Abilities/Powers
Superhuman strength, advanced healing, transforms into this beast type creature where she has fangs and claws (is practically indestructible in this phase but is incredibly weak once she transforms back), sarcasm

Other
°can often be found in her office, the bar, or the gym
°always thinking and planning
°enjoys 1,000+ piece puzzles
°hates social events
°can't keep a pet for her life

*Quote
"And when my time is up, will I have done enough? Will I be remembered? Will my story be told?"

"She has a way with words, red lipstick and leather, and making a damn good entrance"

"Stop it. Stop looking at me like a tragedy. I see the pity in your eyes and I will break you with my bloodstained teeth"

"Are monsters born or created?"

REQUIREMENTS

-your male has to be somehow involved in the supernatural world and in the first scenario has to have relations with my male

-your male cannot be a human, ideally, he's a vampire but is very gentleman-like

-yes they are vampires but they are not monsters who will suck the blood of everyone, there's a code and rules to follow

-your female is a human in both scenarios given unless you come up with a different one

-your female has to be in her 20s

-read everything and help me with ideas, but don't god mode

-be active and literate

SCENARIO

Crime was always popular in the city, no one ever caused much trouble in the country anyways. With grub filled allies and foul smells in the air, it's a wonder that people even bothered to live there. Still, cities find themselves to be occupied by hundreds of people who bring all their baggage and drama and waste, making things even more gruesome.

We haven't even added in the supernatural world. Werewolves howling at the moon, witches casting curses, vampires sucking blood, and more monsters that seem to come out of nightmares.

Most humans don't even realize that they share their world with these people. There's a whole other world going on right underneath their noses.

You have vampires who only work night shifts and can smell blood diseases or vampires that teach evening history classes because they lived during those times long ago.

Sirens who haven't made big breaks and are left in smoky bars singing to drunk men and women, all of them trying to forget about their worries.

Werewolves who are veterinarians and who can actually understand what is going on with animals.

The supernatural world has absorbed itself into the human world without anyone even realizing what was going on. It was like ivy wrapping itself around a tree, never being able to fully get rid of it.

There's always a downside to things, however.

That is where this story begins....

Starter One
It was a late night for Y/F, whatever you were doing, and was walking back home. You never really enjoyed staying out this late, as it always made you uncomfortable. Ever creak you heard made you jump. Perhaps reading all those articles about recent crime within the city wasn't the smartest choice to make. None the less, you continued down the street. It was dark out and the full moon was covered by some clouds, giving the night a mysterious kind of feel.

It was the kind of night that sent shivers down your spine. Whispers of merciless killers leaving their victims in shreds echoed your thoughts, definitely something you probably shouldn't be thinking about. As you walked on, the clouds drew in and it started to downpour. Just your luck that you forgot to bring your umbrella today. The forecasters said there might be rain but they said that the past few nights and nothing happened. Quickly searching for cover, you walked into an abandoned building, or at least one that you thought was abandoned.

At first glanced it appeared to be an old theatre. Down the hall lights were on and voices could be heard. The voices had a soothing tone but one could easily tell that there was arguing going on. That was the last thing you remember before you found yourself in an ally way, a place you always avoided going.

"My, my, what do we have here," a deadly voice says, breaking whatever silence had fallen. Slowly, you turned your head to see a male and , with the shining moonlight, two sharp fangs. Panic filled you as you backed up, only to bump into another figure.

"You're scaring the poor thing," Y/M says in a tone that makes you feel like he was a gentleman from the 1800s, earning a soft chuckle from the first male. Suddenly, a third voice rings out.

"Stop" a female firmly states as she steps out from the shadows. You...?

Starter Two
You knew of the supernatural world. The supernatural world, however, didn't know about you. Well, actually, a certain vampire did after he saved you when you were younger. All those memories are like a dream now.

Currently, you are a reporter, a very nosy and hot-headed reporter. After getting the front page for the past couple of months, you've seemed to fall into a slump. Nothing interesting is going on.

Until a body is found. A body that was ripped to shreds. Then another and another one. Terror struck the city like a wild fire.

Finding your spark again, nothing can stop you as you search to figure out everything about this story. No matter how dangerous it seemed.

That ultimately lead to you in an abandoned graveyard late one night. Was it a bad decision, probably, but you still went anyway.

No one was around until you heard the muffled cries of what sounded to be a female. Unable to resist the temptation you sneak towards the source of your snow.

"Maybe this will leave you to mind your own business Snow" a cold, male voice snaps as he looked at a female who was held in the air by two muscly men. No fear was in her eyes, but her wrists were bounded.

"No snarky comment? That's a first. Toss her in" he states to the men who nod and toss her like a rag doll into what seemed to be a grave.

Before anyone could do anything, Y/M steps from the shadows.

"I believed we had a deal Percy," Y/M says, acting perfectly civil, unlike the other men here. Percy scoffs and mutters something to his men, who move to step towards him.

"Men, please. Let's not fight just yet, after all, we have a guest" Louis says as his gaze turned to you, a smirk on his face. You...?

Starter Three
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