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Basic Informationψ  Full Name ~ Luna Amara Pantazi ψ  Name Pronounced ~ Luna (Loo-Nah) | Amara (Ah-Mar-ra) | Pantazi (Pan-ta-zee)ψ  Name Meanings ~ Luna (Roman Origin = The Moon), Amara (Latin Origin = Everlasting), Pantazi (Greek Origin = May you live forever) ψ  Nicknames ~ LuLu (By Everyone), Lunatic (By enemies and people who think she is crazy), Luna Love (By her Owners and those she has fallen in love with), Wolf Pup, Little Wolf, Lunatic Wolf (By her Owners).ψ  Species ~ Werewolf (Triggered)ψ Birthday ~ 7th Century AD (Precise Birthday unknown)ψ  Age ~ Over 1,0000 Centuries Oldψ  Occupation ~ Ex-pet to Selene & Alexander Niklous, Seeking Pack/Adopted Fam, Supernatural Huntress of evil Creatures who harm others.ψ Sexual Orientation: Bisexual | Submissive | Into Guys and Girls. | Multi-ship | Relationship Informationψ  Father ~ Mr. Pantazi (Alive - Unknown Where-abouts.)ψ  Mother ~ Mrs. Pantazi (Alive - Unknown Where-abouts.)ψ  Previous Master and Mistress ~ Unknown Couple (Dead - Unknown reasons.) & Selene & Alexander Niklous (Dead - Killed by vampires while hunting them.)ψ  Pack ~ None (Seeking One)Personality Informationψ Luna is a submissive pup who would do whatever anyone says, though she is learning to stand up for herself and make choices on her own. She can be very protective of those she deems as friends and or family. She will hunt down any bad criminal or supernatural who poses a threat in whatever town she is in and kill them. She had no sense of human justice and is learning with the help of humans she interacts with in learning their ways.Appearance Informationψ Luna as a human is 5'5" tall, brown hair and green eyes. She is slim and fit, much like most female werewolves of her family. As a wolf she is small (The size of a wolf pup), grey fur, and red eyes. She has scars all over her body in both forms from beatings with whips and other objects from her slave life centuries ago.Biographyψ   Luna Amara Pantazi of Athens, Greece, was born in the 7th Century AD, to two werewolves who served a human household as their slaves. Her parents had been captured during a war raid in a nearby village and taken captive. Their owners weren't nice. They would starve, beat and torture them, anytime and any way they wanted. Luna was the product of a forced rape, between her parents who were forced to mate by their owners. Once Luna was born, her father was sold off and her mother was heartbroken and forced to work.ψ  Nine months later Luna was born. She was taken care of by nursemaids alongside her Mistress's children until she was eight years old. Luna was then sold off to Selene and Alexander Niklous where she was constantly abused and raped over and over again, chained down with silver and so much more. Once Luna turned 18, she learned the truth about them. They were hunters of Supernatural's. They had bought Luna so they could experiment and use her to hunt down others for them. They had her kill an innocent human so she would trigger her wolf side. ψ  Over the next few years, she would help them hunt and kill supernatural's. Every day, she regretted it, knowing some didn't deserve it, but she had no choice. Luna would hunt on the idea that she would be allowed to eat and have a bed at night to sleep in if she was obedient and did as she was told. Disobedience was met with no food, locked either outside in a cage made of silver or locked in a cell under the house. Either way Luna was starved and beaten, tortured until she either bled to near death or weakened due to other forms of torture, until they decided to let her out. ψ  Centuries would pass and her owners soon died, having been killed by Supernatural's one day, as they had ordered her to track down two others, as they themselves went after another two. When Luna returned to their side they were bleeding out and dying. The brown-haired girl reached them and tried to heal them, but they were too far gone. At their deathbed, they set Luna free. She left them to be eaten by the animals and gathered what stuff she could find and put some clothes on. Once she had everything she needed, Luna left her owner's house and walked for miles, until she reached a boat and stowed away on it.ψ  Months later, the boat reached the US. Where she had no clue where to go or what to do. As soon as she was able to get off the boat, she ran into the woods to be alone, not knowing where she was and not really sure what to do. Luna was scared. She shifted to her wolf form, a small puppy-sized grey wolf with red eyes. She ran around the woods, letting all the pent-up energies out of her. Luna would eventually lie down in a pile of fallen leaves and think of her next move. ψ  She eventually decided that she would live however she wanted. Luna had no pack, no family, no one to care for her, so she was on her own. Luna stole and killed to live. Venturing into the nearby city to scavenge through trash or when She felt like it, she would hunt rats and other animals in the alleyways, while humans slept. Luna didn't know anything about wolf packs, vampires, or witches, but she would soon find out though. From then on, her life was different. ψ  Luna would meet other supernatural's and her instinct to kill them almost wins over. But she had to remind herself that not all are bad and that some deserve at least three before she ends their lives. She finds herself working with human supernatural hunters and supernatural's alike. She also knew that if she was going to be around humans, she needed to fit in with them, so after much thinking Luna decided to work as a Bounty Hunter, bar-tender, and work her way into a biker club.    Notesψ  Luna seeks a family of her own someday, but for now, she must learn to survive and learn to be her own person. If a pack or a family wants her, they will find her and ask. For now, until then, Luna will live for herself, and enjoy the freedom that was given.ψ  That doesn't mean that Luna won't find herself in bad situations, she knew that those would happen no matter what. She must take each day at a time. Hope for the best.ψ  Luna is able to speak human in her wolf form and understand humans as well.ψ She has scars all over her body in both forms from beatings with whips and other objects from her slave life centuries ago. ψ Luna is known as the werewolf pup huntress that hunts other supers. Most only see her in her wolf form and have no clue what she looks like in her human form.

one. mature audiences only. absolutely not asmüt page. two. no stealing. that is incrediblyfoolish. three. no imitating slash copying slashharming me to make yourself feel slash seemmore desirable.✨️ four. i am under no obligationto speak to you if i don't wanna. five. para tomulti-para is my thing. novella for publications. six. themes vary. just whatever compliments ourconnection. pretty flexible writer. seven. stay ic.it's simple really. i like to keep things simple.absolutely no ooc drama please. ooccommunications should be limited to plot discussionsand activity notices. eight. nothing personal, but iprobably won't join your rpg. i'm a 1x1 writer. overwhelming me with social interaction won't getyou anywhere with me except on my avoid at all costslist. nine. literacy is important. chemistry is key. storytelling is really the only way to engage with me. ten. this is a single ship account and roma is straight. eleven. i'll trigger you and the universe will trip you outif you come at me with sketchy vibes. just a heads-up. ☺️ 

 he would have laid down every man woman and child for miles and miles to bring her back. he would have slaughtered the entire congregation of the supposed devout. hung them by their necks, their ankles. . . he could have gladly watched thousands of their deaths, to take back from having to witness the person he loved most in this world, the person he was vowed by god himself to protect. his baby sister. if there was a god, he was going to make him answer. if there was a god, he must pay. for now, holy men would do. his father, “the father.” the man responsible. a self-taught contractor, he built the poor homes, housing them, in a compound like society. . . a preacher, before. kane could see all the signs now, as he looked back. how one thing led to the next. . and by the end, churches, with gold and gems and riches burrowing down deep into the basements and secret entrances. a vast sprawling compound (his family had the largest house of course) brother abel. brother kane. sister abigail. and of course, the mother. but the mother was long gone. . . part of the church’s story now. how the father had to carry on and take care of his family without his lovely wife who seemed to have been keeping it all together. there was truth in that. this would never have happened if she was here. it made his father bitter. he changed the day she died, and nothing kane could say or do changed that glint in his eyes. he knew it all too well for now it became a part of him.  are the sins of the father passed down to the son? you see, abigail was the sweetest little girl. all heart, his heart. born with a condition that made her “special” in the eyes of the lord. socially inept, yet somehow she was the shining star, full of smiles and delicacy. the lead singer in the choir, an angelic voice. . the church had been capitalizing off of this since she was no more than 9, religious music, of course. she never had much of a choice, and it was something she loved to do regardless. she had no idea how much profit it brought. .  he remembered when she was a girl. . and she hated most everyone, but him; of course. she had always been soft on kane. how she had grown. . until of course, her lifeline; their mother met her untimely demise. rumor had it that their father’s men had caught her in lascivious acts in and around church grounds with multiple boys in and around her age.. the father did not take this kindly. . . she was impure, a sinner, she must be purged of her demons, he would chant it in the night. About how he always knew something was off with her, how that storm had raged the night of her birth, the one he had forgotten about, and his father could never stop speaking of. spouting off at his mouth, that snake oil salesman’s charm. he had watched him break people. truly break them, mind, body, and soul. He had all his fathers gifts. he would never use them for this. he would rather sully himself in every way imaginable instead until he had no humanity left. . but in truth, kane knew. he hated her because she was special. he hated her because she made him look bad. he hated her because she made him feel weak, and to sacrifice his own daughter, amongst these men, women, and children? exorcism was an easy option. rid the demons by fire. if the child survives the flame, the child was never guilty. so they said. so they prayed, in incantation over a crowd of onlookers he once called brothers, friends, lovers. respected men and woman of a prestigious community built on the foundation of the bible was almost too comfortable as they stood idly by. the ringing of the chains binding his hands and ankles in the back of the large crowd, up high where the peasants couldn’t get to still haunted him, as did the men who wielded his chains, two “brothers” he had grown up with his entire life. they held him bound and made him watch. all because of the night prior, when his brother abel had come to visit him at the farm. telling him of the plans, of what was to happen, of why it needed to happen, and why he needed to go along. how she would be okay, father would never take it that far. it was just a show. there were no words he had for him. this had been building for months, and no matter what he told him, no matter the measures he tried to set in place to halt the charade before it started, his brother had been a thorn in his side the entire way. spoiling meetings, stealing intel, serving justice in the form of cells to the men and women who chose to follow him, who could see the path they were being set on without their choice. the blood splattered through the barn that night, his, abel’s, a cacophony of violence filling the air. chaotic screams and screeches from the horses, cows, and sheep followed as they were used as barriers and brigades. obstacles in a war between kin. blood was spilled on both sides, until both men could barely stand. as a party of his father’s men’s filtered through, abel had kane in a full choke, life slowly leaving his flesh to the ethereal plane as he fumbled behind him desperately. calloused palm clutched around a large rock, nearly slipping his grip from the blood flowing across his palm; squeezing as tight as his shaking tendrils would allow. it met his brother’s skull with a crunch as he dropped to the side like life had never been in his body, head first. he heard his skull crack. it was not of this earth, almost comical the sound it made. bone chilling. . the feeling however. . . to take a life. . . was something that would haunt him until the end of his days.. he never truly made it far, choosing to knock himself out by proxy, fighting hard; yet all he remembered was a stick to the back of the head, and his lights went out. Light was not something he’d thought he’d ever see again, but indeed, it shined through the vast plains that seemed to stretch as far as the eyes could see.. civilization no where in sight. water, food, shelter. it took him 8 days to find human beings. the longest 8 days of his life.  haunted by dreams of a past, he had been raised up by his father to be a shining beacon of what it was to be holy, yet he’d never fit the part. snoozing through bible lessons, and found himself engaged in all of the activity his sister was murdered for. F***ing church girls in the priest’s chambers below, he had keys to everything, nothing was off limits to him. sneaking so much wine off the reservation his father had threatened to take his tongue for he’d no longer have the taste for it. stealing from the church since he was a boy, stashing his prize in buried caches around the grounds. A taste for sinning knew no bounds, almost like he was pushing back, rejecting the ideals he knew to be folly. by the time he was 21 he’d built up a back-room poker game that resulted in a heavy pocket. it was his place, he was the holy son, it was nothing but a playground for a young man growing into himself. laying claim over it before he left,and many fought behind his lead, most captured, some dead. years later, the jesuit is on a mission to slaughter all that is sacred. knowing it will all end in the revered lands where his father still triumphs.  in the present day — kane is capturing clerics, priests, holy men of all kinds. women and children remain untouched by his violent dealings through the many religious towns bordering his father’s “compound” cult, many of which deciding to take up residence with his people instead, some being raised as sons, and daughters anew. his intention for this to end at the finish line. . . where he may find his own peace, and for them to carry on without him in the aftermath. all who would choose to follow must accept that religion was no longer a part of his order, and in fact, the cause of all the pain and violence they’ve found themselves subject to.  the holiest men do the wickedest things, all in the name of a god they pretend to know. they preach the bible, how to follow, how to become a sheep. believe in the cause, or you are forsaken. believe in the cause, or you are forsaken of your rights to humanity. live in line, not a step out of place. for that, they take. and when you realize all they are doing is the taking. . giving with the one hand, and hoarding control of your life with the other. follow or perish in hell’s scorching blaze. repent or fall. and pay a tax. you have to pay the tax. . . but where does the money go? where do the sinners go?- - - - - - - - -  writer is multi-ship, ships with chemistry, and writes across multiple timelines, sometimes shifting backstory/plot on it's head. open to most crossovers within reason, but willing to stretch and fold to verses, fantasy being top priority, where supernatural elements increase in the story. don't expect much aesthetically from me, i'm more about the writing. discord based where as writing is concerned but can make exceptions : ask for it if you desire.

Sibling SparksSibling Sparkswww.roleplayer.me/1959615Mateo: Benji's first partner in crime and occasional voice of reluctant reason. From riding dirt bikes off makeshift ramps to toilet-papering the principal's house senior year, their brotherly bond was forged in antics that made their patience-of-a-saint mother perpetually question where she went wrong.Yet as wild and fearless as Benji's daredevil influence was on Mateo, his big brother's steadying presence kept him grounded when the spark risked burning too hot. Mateo's self-assured guidance and protectiveness over his little carnal were the trembling scales that balanced Benji's impulsive flames.Only Mateo's firm hand and knowing look could rein in Benji from his most harebrained stunts...most of the time. In Benji's unruliest, most turbulent days, he was the steady spark reminding him that their family bonfire still burned no matter how far he strayed, waiting to welcome the prodigal flame back home.Lucía: From the moment she took her first wail of life, baby Lucía owned every rugged inch of Benji's heart. His former reign as residential terror ended upon meeting his baby sister's bright, inquisitive eyes - now, ensuring she remained his innocent, adored protege became Benji's sole driving force.In Lucía's doting "Benny", the wild child was instantly reborn as the vigilant big brother, source of endless piggyback rides and conspirator in backyard camping adventures. While Mateo mostly shook his head at their rambunctious roughhousing, he always allowed them their sibling alliance of reckless explorers with Benji as self-appointed but fiercely protective leader.As Lucía grew and Benji's flames wandered, he always carried home the sparks of her boundless, infectious joy. No matter how far his spirit drifted, Lucía's vibrant innocence still glowed within him, anchoring his soul to the truth that her wonder at simple delights would forever fuel his fire.   template credit.

Burned BoundariesBurned Boundarieswww.roleplayer.me/1959615The copy room at Ziven Marketing always carried a certain electric charge whenever Daniela Torres stepped inside, sashaying past Benji as if the cramped space brimmed with sexual tension. Her dark eyes would lock onto his, lips quirking devilishly as she brushed against him to grab fresh reams of paper. Daniela’s intoxicating floral perfume made the air thick and heady, sparks practically singeing the air between them.For weeks, that familiar spark smoldered with every lingering glance, every brush of their fingertips as they reached for the same pen during meetings. Daniela’s wedding ring seemed to mock and tempt Benji simultaneously…until the day the flame truly ignited. He still remembered the feverish clash of their lips in the dim stationary closet, her sculpted body arching shamelessly against his as their self-restraint incinerated into ash.What followed was a searing, high-stakes affair conducted in hushed whispers and empty offices after hours. Daniela revealing herself as the wildfire to Benji’s gasoline, their passion raging unchecked for several incandescent weeks. Every tangled knot of limbs and breathless gasp threatened to expose the inferno they could scarcely control.Yet for Benji, no blaze burned quite like the one Daniela stoked in his soul. She consumed his thoughts, his dreams ‐ until the day he watched her slip that golden band back onto her finger with a look of hollow resignation. Her fire had banks it couldn’t transcend. Not this time.In the aftermath, whispers and sidelong glances from colleagues made the marketing bullpen feel like an inescapable pressure cooker. Daniela’s fire no longer warmed, only searing Benji’s skin with its inevitably burned boundaries. He tendered his resignation without a word, knowing he’d never be able to look at that damned copy room without feeling the phantom scorch of their wildfire romance.Daniela had branded him in a way Benji hadn’t foreseen, her lesson scorching into his soul - some fires demanded too unquenchable a price. From then on, he would guard his boundaries with other women as vigilantly as one averts a deadly blaze. Burned once, there would be no more igniting flames where they didn’t belong....   template credit.

Wildfire Embers Wildfire Embers www.roleplayer.me/1959615 When Benji first met Natalia, he knew she'd awaken a wildfire that would blaze through his soul and brand him forever. Even amidst the teeming mass of students on UCLA's campus, her radiant smile and warm whiskey-brown eyes drew him in like the oldest siren song. From that very first study group turned midnight taco truck bender, Benji and Natalia burned ferociously, desperately making up for all the lost time those years they attended the same high school yet ran in separate orbits. Her uninhibited laughter reverberated through the walls of Benji's creaky apartment, mingling with the smoky vestiges of last night's bonfire on the beach. In those hazy, languorous college days, nothing could extinguish their fervent flames. Somewhere between the neon flashes of Hollywood's grungy underground party circuit and Natalia's dreams of settling into a rose petal-strewn bungalow, their searing love branded them as soulmates. They were the wildfire that would never gutter out, trailblazers hellbent on leaving the world singed by their passion. Yet even as Natalia carved her name into his tawny skin with desperate nails, part of Benji's restless soul knew he couldn't simply exist as smoldering embers - at least not yet. He needed to chase the inferno to its ever-shifting horizon, explore new frontiers that would feed the wildfire with fresh oxygen before it dwindled. By the time senior year rolled around, Natalia beaming at him beside the fountains where they first locked eyes, Benji's longing for new horizons began suffocating the cozy spark in her soul. When she accepted that corporate finance job in Boston, teardrops hitting the familiar eagle emblazoned on Benji's faded sweater, he understood their wildfire couldn't withstand the separation. Some loves did better as banked embers, cherished memories to revisit rather than consuming infernos. While Natalia's brilliance inevitably rekindled in the form of her loving husband and children, Benji couldn't resist fanning those glowing embers with wistful reverence. In quiet solitary moments, he'd pull out the faded Polaroids and inhale the last smoky traces of their wildfire - a hazy reminder to appreciate the rare, beautiful times his soul found its searing other half. ..   template credit.

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WARNING: This scene is a little different from all my other ones. Our characters willl be jumping into smut fairly fast. It's basically building their physical desire for each other whereas the emotional one needs to develop. This scene will have a lot of drama and side plots to build their relationship as wel as lots of smut. I also want to say this just in case someone confuses it. All these characters are over 18 despite the setting. And I DO NOT want any sort of non consensual or rape like elements to this scene. Yes, my characters are dominating but forced just does not appeal to me, so please do not try to sneak that in. I think this scene will be very fun, but if it does not appeal, feel free to check my other scenesThe two of them had known each other since they were kids since their families were close friends. They did everything together and used to always say they were going to marry each other once they were older, which everyone else thought was cute. Oh how wrong they were... They were each other's first kiss except it really didn't mean anything at that age because they hardly knew what they were doing. Things changed once they got older and fell into different crowds. He became friends with the wrong people who were not at all happy of how close he was with her. Maybe it was because they wanted a shot with her themselves. But he was still young and stupid and wanted to fit in, so he pushed her away. However, it did not stop there, and he went out of his way to prove that he was not associated with her whenever he could. Rumors surfaced again of how close they were in their past, and it upset him, so he took it out on her and made her life miserable. Jackson had truly lost himself from what he used to be. Their dynamic had turned into something else recently when his way or treating her poorly had turned into him using her as a way of showing who was the top dog. It was rather ironic to think that his way of conveying how little she meant to him was by f***ing her. Unlike words, when sex was as good as it was between them, it could not be faked. It was a form of passion that showed him when he was most vulnerable. The reason their bodies moved so perfectly together was because these motions literally let their feelings flow through them. Yet, this was still somehow him bullying her at least in his naive thoughts. But this also roused the question of why did she let him do this? Did she still see that boy she grew up with? Did she think she could help him? That there was good in him? Or did it just feel that good that she did not want to resist?It was just another day. She was at her locker, gathering her books to get ready for her next class. Jackson was walking down the hall with a few of his friends when he saw her, and he was not the only one. He could already hear the guys start to mumble and chuckle. It did not take a detective to figure out what those little whispers and remarks were about. No matter how much he proved himself, it never seemed to be enough. So why did it even matter to him? Why did he keep trying to prove himself? That was a difficult question to answer. The male rolled his eyes and pushed a few of his so called buds out his way before crossing the hall towards the woman who was always on the receiving end of this dynamic. It happened abruptly. Shutting her locker, he slammed the books out of her hand without a care in the world for her. Jackson pushed her back against the lockers and stepped in close. His large frame keeping her in place. "Did you miss me?" Such a simple question, but that husky voice combined with their current position could make a woman lose her train of thought.  His friends had already turned the corner after laughing, so why did he still continue this act? Why did he always do so?

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So I guess I need these now. I want to be very clear that the RED RULES are the ones that really should get your attention. Which is why they are highlighted in RED. The BLUE RULES are more like notes on sh*t that I think is important. I suck a writing rule lists... sorry.- DISCORD is listed on my page, don't abuse it.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ No OOC Drama. I won't put up with it so just don't.- Adult Content plays a BIG part in my writing, which is why this is your one and only warning when it comes to writing with me. I am over the age of 25 and I've lived some sh*t. Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, and Violence will all be mentioned at some point during ALL of my storylines. If you can't handle it, then please delete me now to save me the headache.- SMUT WILL NOT happen on this account. You want that sh*t go find another girl to get you off.- Online Availability will be at my descretion.- Messages will be where all of my storylines happen because of the level of Adult Content in my writing. Nothing that I write is safe to be seen in my comments section.- Comments are for OOC chit-chat and possible discussions? I haven't really decided on that, but for now comments are where you can reach me while I'm writing replies/starters.- Writing is a passion, not a project, or a job. I am a novella writer. I have put a lot of effort into becoming the writer that I am, specifically 20+ years of roleplay writing to get here. I WILL NOT compromise on my writing just to give you a leg up. If you can't keep up with me that's fine, put in your maximum effort and I'll see it. When it comes to storylines I WILL NOT respond to one-liners or anything less than at least two paragraphs, you have to give me something to work with if you want me to shine.- God-Moding is another thing that I won't put up with. If you don't know what this is, it is basically you taking control of my character and making her do sh*t in your writing that she would never do. DO NOT do this, it will get you automatically DELETED from my page. I write for Ithlinne, I decide how she reacts, behaves and thinks about situations so please don't move her around like a chess piece in your storyline. Let me do my job as her writer.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Yeah, I guess that's the end of the list. Sign em if you want to? I don't really care if you do.

Legal Name: Kitrina FalconeNick Name(s); (Give her some) Alias(es) KittyHawk (Previously), Cat Girl (Current)Age: 18 or olderHeight: 5'4"Weight: 180 lbsHair color: Light brownEye color: GreenSex: FemaleGender: FemaleSexual Orientation: StraightRelationship Status: SingleAlignment: True NeutralFather: Alberto FalconeMother: UnknownAunt(s): All DeceasedUncle(s): Mario FalconeAffiliation(s): Falcone Family (Former), Penguin (Former), Catwoman (Current)Current care giver: Catwoman

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Has anyone even seen true beauty before they entered Le Paris, viewing the trickling of the sun as it shimmered in a golden haze upon the cobblestone streets? Each stone laid, whether placed upon the roads or the finely sculpted architecture of the buildings all around. It was the visage of an artist's hand—a dream scribbled on paper brought to life. It was not constructed of marble and solid stone like most cities, wanting to claim glory held in envious eyes at the city of mystique. Instead, each brick was sculpted by dreamers. Their hearts and souls perfected the imperfections that made up the city they brought to life. Fated flaws and jagged lines held the most radiance, whether in the cradle of the day when the sun burst over the horizon. Or as the pale moon bleached the streets below. Revealed yet another layer of her chameleon soul. Was it any wonder why Katherine would be drawn to her time and time again? Music has flowed like honeyed wine in her veins since the time she was barely a knee. Long-lost, hazy days she spent in the forest surrounding her home when the noise all around was just too much to bear. Mother Nature was the composer, and a willow tree was her strenuous dance instructor, carving every movement the ebb and flow of her own rustling limbs. Long before, she would know the mahogany flooring in any dance studio in the finest of cities she would later perform in. La Paris, in all her flawed beauty, always felt like her home. Her music was not contained in just the sacred walls of Palais Garnier. It trickled between the leaves, wisped in the breeze, and danced upon the streams like fallen feathers from heaven above. With a failed baker's attempt at a perfect croissant and a steamy cup of coffee in her tiny hands, Katherine welcomed the morning in as she strolled down the flower-sweet-scented path leading to the gardens in Paris. Artists of all sorts frequented the park in the morning hours. Some with a blank canvas and sketching materials. While others carried musical instruments under their arms. Katherine brought her old, worn ballet shoes. With tiny rosettes barely hanging on by the threading from wear and tear. They were precious to her, and she refused to have them repaired because they were given to her by her very first dance instructor, Celeste. A golden-haired beauty she met when she was just a young girl. She recalls vividly watching her through a dirt-stained window in the small village she grew up in centuries ago. Katherine couldn't afford classes. But Celeste saw the potential and perhaps parts of herself when she caught her dancing between rehearsals. When she passed away, Katherine carried the urn with her wherever she traveled and had no intention of ever parting with it until she felt her voice calling to her to let the gardens be her resting place. A smile spread across her lips, and she could almost feel her instructor around her now, watching and critiquing every artist, but enjoying each moment of watching them blossom just as she watched her. Celeste had been more of a mother to her than even her own one from the instant that they met, and she was not traditional in her ways. She did not believe each dance step was right or wrong. But that beauty, just like the city of Le Paris was perfect when imperfect. Art is often messy, she would tell young Katherine and flick her nose. Just as love is my young protégé. The best of dreams are.

Basic Info ▪️ Full Name: Eztli Tlacotli▪️ First Name Meaning: Eztli Aztec word for Blood.▪️Last Name Meaning: Tlacotli Aztec word for Slave. & Dracula Romanian word for Son of the Dragon)▪️ Species: Dhampirica (Female Vampire/Human Hybrid)▪️Birthday: October 31st, 1996.▪️ Age: 28 Years Old.▪️ Height: 5'8"▪️ Weight: None of your business▪️ Hair Color: Brown (Natural), Dyes it at times.▪️ Eye Color: Dark Brown (Human), Golden (Vampire)▪️ Special Markings: An invisible mark of a dragon head with three claw marks running through it on her forehead.▪️ Personality: Eztli is like her Father with a terrible temper and an insatiable desire for blood, serious, calculating, and mysterious. She only obeys her Father, only due to the Mark on her forehead which marks her as his protector and servant.  Relationship Info ▪️Lord Dracula: Eztli would find out that Lord Dracula was her Father. A Vampire. Though she didn't know about him for 18 years, she was now on the hunt for her Father who had claimed her with an invisible mark of a dragon head with three claw marks running through it.▪️Mrs. Tlacotli: She is Eztli's Human mother. Under strict orders, her mother never told Eztli that she was half vampire, or her true father, until she was 18. Her mother raised her as a human.  Bio Info ▪️ Eztli Tlacotli was born on Halloween, October 31st, 1996, to vampire king and a human mother. Her mother kept her Father a secret, never revealing that she had a relationship with an undead being who walked the night.▪️ However, as Eztli began to reach the age of 16, October, 31st, 1998, she began to feel different, she felt like she was on fire, like someone was branding her over and over again on her forehead.▪️ Though to the human eye there wasn't anything there, to the supernatural there was. invisible mark of a dragon head with three claw marks running through it. A sign that she was claimed by a vampire, who happened to be her own Father.▪️ Now at 18, October 31st, 2000, her mother told her the truth about her Father, that he was a vampire Lord. Though she refused to say who, despite Eztli begging her.▪️ Finally, after a month, she left her home and began the journey to find her vampire Father as well as finding out about the burning mark on her forehead.▪️ On May, 14, 2024, 28 yrs old, the young Dhampirica, would begin her journey to find her Father. Along the way, she would meet others who would either harm her, or help her.▪️ Eventually, she would find the truth. Her Father would be Lord Dracula - himself. She would go on many adventures to find her Father.  Love Life ▪️ Orientation: Bisexual (Men/woman - leans towards men though)▪️ Type: Alpha/Submissive▪️ None. 

Name: Mary Jane WatsonNick Name(s): MJ (Give her some)Alias(es): Spinneret, Jackpot, Black Cat, Carnage, Spider GwenSpecies: HumanAge: 25Sex: FemaleGender: FemalePronouns: She/TheyHeight: 5'10"Weight: 110 lbsHiar color: RedEye Color: Green Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Relationship Status: Single (Multiple love interest open, chemistry required)Job: Multiverse fixer, Model