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Lincoln, Abraham Lincoln. The little nobody that changed the course of all history in a nation. His father moved him and his mother around and his mother was attacked and Killed by a vampire. Lincoln swore revenge, he wanted nothing more, trying to catch up to his mother's murderer, he crossed paths with a different man that changed his life, Henry Sturges. Lincoln ended up trying to kill his mother's killer but that went as well as you think it would with him not knowing anything about vampires till he was saved by Henry.Waking up and learning about Henry his supposed 'savior' was not an easy task as Linhcoln was pretty hostile to Henry for a little while. Henry made sure to move very carefully around Lincoln knowing that young man was not about to warm up to him any time soon. Lincoln was a stubborn young teenager, and I mean stubborn more than any hunter before him. Henry had not had many capable hunters before him, many either died pretty quickly or some went after Henry at the same time.But Lincoln was very different,  He was headstrong, stubborn, and determined to do something with his life. He was a wild animal that Henry had on a chain that he could barely control.  But when he found out that Lincoln had a deep interest in knowledge and learning he found a way to settle the chaotic human down enough that he could teach him. Lincoln was a sponge and learned scary fast. Lincoln became a very good hunter in barely any time, something that shocked Henry as Lincoln was quick to learn and quick to understand anything he was given. Lincoln also had a willpower that Henry could never tame, if Lincoln wanted to do something he was going to do it. Henry learned that by teaching Lincoln how to fight in the dark, Lincoln not only gave him quiet also thrashing but he right after started it again Henry was alarmed that the man despite several broken bones and scars and bruises wanted to go again.But as much as Henry changed Lincoln's life, Lincoln also started to make a dent in Henry's rough walls he placed around himself. Abraham learned that he did not trust people very easily and that he did not trust even him really with all his knowledge. But Abraham made it his life's mission to change Henry's view on humanity and that not every human was something to be wary of. Abraham started small in just trying to also test the boundaries of which he could use to get to know Henry better, he used his ability to charm with words and his actual truthful nature as a way to slowly get Hebry to warm up to him. Lincoln made small gestures in good faith to his mentor, from letters and writing to keep in touch and making sure Henry was well which confused the vampire as to why his pupil would care for his well-being.But what solidified their friendship was on Henry's birthday, it was Lincoln; 's second year of living there, and Henry was away to check on targets and while Lincoln was good as a cook he had never baked before in his whole life. He could cook food very well and had made Henry a meal or two before much to the vampire's skepticism. Though Lincoln did know that Hebry had a soft spot for a home-cooked meal so even if Hery returned late there was a plate of food for him and a glass of his favorite Liquor.But this birthday was different, Lincoln was often away during those days and Henry never celebrated it. So Lincoln wanted to try and do something different this year. So Lincoln very spectacularly failed at making a cake with flour, icing, and whipped cream covering the kitchen which Lincoln knew Henry would not really like. So he tried desperately to clean it up but by the time he got to the floor, Henry walked through the door. Stopped midhalt when seeing the chaotic mess that was in his kitchen as Lincoln looked over with such guilt on his face."WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY KITCHEN!?" he barked at his pupil Abraham frowned as he sighed gently as he tried to not even look at him as he muttered something. Henry was seething angrily making quick work of the stride as Abragam squeaked as a hand grabbed his ear and yanked his front half down sharply as he wined."Ow ow ow""I will ask again what on earth where you doing?" he barked at him Abraham winced sharply as the vampire pulled on his ear before finally gulping inwardly and just shutting his eyes tightly and whining cringing."I tried to make you a cake for your birthday," he said as he took a deep inward breath and just waited for Henry to throw a fit about how ridiculous that was to do. But when none of that came and a silence fell over them both Abraham dared to open an eye and saw Henry just looking at the kitchen again and looking back at him almost as if it all made sense now."Yo-You tried to make me a cake?" he asked with a frown as he released Lincoln's ears Lincoln sighed in defeat."Yeah and utterly failed," he said with a pang of sad guilt taking that failure-hard personality because he wanted to show some form of appreciation for Henry's hard work and rather generous nature to even let him stay at his home."yeah, I know stupid I know I didn't-" he was cut off at the strained voice of Henry as he looked at the vampire and frowned seeing the look in his eyes that was startled and shocked and trying to comprehend why Lincoln would do that."Look I will clean it up and we don't ever have to" he umphed sharply as Henry's body crashed into his as a tight hug was given to him Lincoln stood there ready for a full-on frontal assault to him thinking Henry was just going to throw him or something. But Henry just stayed there his head on Lincoln's chest Lincoln frowned not sure what to do at that moment as Henry never hugged him before."Your an Idiot Lincoln, an absolute moron, Oh but by God I freaking can't ask for a better one" he whined softly as he looked up at Abraham with those deep hues Lincoln smiled weakly at him but nodded his head."I can retry to make the cake""HEAVENS NO!" Henry wailed loudly and shoved away from Abraham but Abraham was quick to catch him back into his arms and hugged him tightly. Henry huffed but smiled inwardly as Lincoln mutters."Happy Birthday Henry, Since the cake is ruined, I can make something to eat and maybe a good story for the night?" Lincoln offered to make that founder up and half expected Henry to brush him off and go back to the study where he liked to stay when he came back."That sounds perfect" Was the response from Henry as Abraham beamed happily. Happy he didn't ruin this day completely.

Abraham was rare to have ever found a world leader as dedicated to their nation as the president Of Ukraine. The man's pride and dedication to his nation and his refusal to leave his country when all war broke loose made him catch Lincoln's eye. Abraham would appear in Ukraine after a few days' worth of travel, a small frown on his face the place was in ruins. He had been to Ukraine before but as an angel during his dead time. Now that he was alive the man's heart sunk and shattered into many pieces.The sheer amount of pain and wafting stench of death and the wails of mothers and fathers. Abraham walked like a ghost amongst the fighters and people crowding in huddled masses with fear in their eyes, awaiting their oppressor's arrival to bomb and ruin their home all the more. Abraham walked slowly, his eyes taking in everything, the sounds, and the feeling reminded him of the time of his Presidency but this was so much worse, so much pain, so much unnecessary destruction of innocent lives on both sides.Abraham's steps carried him to a church, a service, for fallen men and women and those that were caught in the crossfire. It brought the man grievous pain and agony to see so much agony in this peaceful country, He finally came to where he was asked to come upon the President and ask for his aid in this time of darkness and destruction.. The small meeting place for the Presidents to meet, yet Lincoln renounced his title upon his life and had a second chance, He was just Abraham, no more a President, no more a world leader, just a man trying to help when he could, where he could."Abraham," said the voice of the Ukraine President, Abraham looked up upon opening the door, and he smiled with a sad fondness, slowly lowering his body into a half bow "President Zelenskyy It's been an honor to be asked to help" he said as he offered a hand in a shake but was yanked into a hug something that Lincoln was not expecting."I am so glad you accepted my letter for a meeting, I have never needed guidance as much as I seem to now," said the Leader as Abraham could hear the strain in his voice. Oh how he knew this stress too well, it was like looking through a mirror, a mirror of his life, in the modern day."I am happy to offer help, come sit and let us talk over some hot chocolate or another festive drink. Though I still refrain from Alcoholic drinks" as Zelenskyy bellowed out a happy laugh and smacked Lincoln on the back."So the stories about you are true, absent from alcohol and smoke and drugs! Gah I am glad to hear such things! Come yes,. I shall have some hot chocolate placed in the kitchen and we can discuss what can be done to save my home!" He said with graceful cheer as he leads Lincoln to the table where they may sit and discuss something. Abraham smiled as he sat down across from him, but could see despite his cheerful appearance, the man was broken, frail and worn down by the war before him, and the fear in his eyes was understated."I do not even know where to begin" spoke the President as Abraham nodded his head slowly as he would allow the man to figure out his words and understand what he could be asked for."The war is here Abtsham and I do not have the men to fight Russia, I do not have the weapons, I do not have the ammunition, I have nothing. I can not defend the people I care for, what am I to do?" He asked with a sad defeated and dispair-ridden voice as Abraham leaned forward and looked at him."Reminds me of a story" He hummed as he smiled, a small and calm smile as the Ukrainian leader looked up slightly confused about the former president was so calm and happy."What makes this a time for a story?" He asked confused Abraham smiled as he stood up walked a few paces around and stopped at a magnificent picture of Ukraine in this meeting room."A man named Lincoln once stood where you were, He had the Men but not the generals and no how to defeat his foes, But the one thing he always told himself, was there will always be  something that can fall into place even if the pieces feel like they are lost and scattered on a board we can not see" He said calmly and raised his hands out slightly to glorfy the photo before them."You lose your country, Your freedom, When you lose faith, Look around you, you have the men, you have the weapons, you have so many resources, you have the ability to win this war. But you can NEVER give up, because that's when you are forgotten and face the title of coward" He said before spinning slightly to the man and grinning brightly."YOu can do this, I have seen it, you stuck it to the American President, you showed you have the heart, you showed your people your willing to die for their freedom, for their dignity as a nation of independence from Russia. Do not let that bald head stubborn muffin scare you Zelenskyy. You have this, you have always had this, now give it all you got" he proclaimed sternly as the President of Ukraine looked a little brighter, almost as if to be spurred by the words of Abraham."I will, Yes, We can never fall, we live and or die a nation of UKRAINE! No one can take that away" He agreed as he nodded his head to understand and agree that he would never give up, his country deserved a country and a leader of freedom, of dignity...of their lives to show them that he cared. Abraham beams happily and nods his head as he claps his hand."Most wonderful to hear, Now, I can aid a little but I will require a horse, a saber or an axe of silver.  Then I shall ride alongside your men and together we will save this glorious nation" He smiled in agreement as Zelenskyy looked at him a little shocked."You would fight for us? With us?""Zelenskyy I will always fight when freedom is threatened, be it my country or be it another. Freedom does NOT belong to America solely, we are a world willing to fight for our freedom and when it is called upon me, I will take a Horse and an Axe and Rise into a battle headstrong with no fear for the fight of Freedom!" Abraham smiled as Zelenskyy looked at him with such shock and then amazement that such a man and figure could stand there and proclaim such a powerful few words to him."I thank you, I truly truly thank you Abraham, and I know even if your country didn't say it back then, they thank you too. You have always been a beacon for hope in the fight for freedom and liberty and a country to be strong and united even in great darkness" Zelenskyy said with a cheerful smile as Abraham smiled back with the same cheerfulness."Come now, I think that Hot chocolate will be truly needed. It's about time we show Putin and his corrupt government that we are to not be trifled with" As he sat down hot chocolate was presented before them and Abraham happily dug in with great happiness as he always loved such a treat!Tomorrow they would ride out, to meet their foe head-on and show the power of the Ukrainian Motherland.

Vampire AttackGrant Camp 1863 "Its Old Abe! Old Abe has come" cheered the watchman down to the fellow men who were eagerly awaiting the President's arrival. Abraham had taken a word that the men of Grant's unit had issues during the night with a rouge unknown vampire. Grant had sent word just as quickly to the president as he was one of the rare few to know the deep dark secret the President hid from everyone else. Abraham had never told his wife or his children much of his vampire hunting days. Mary knew but once they married and once they had children,Abraham retired from hunting which did not sit too well with Henry as they would not speak for several years after that. But their friendship still lasted, as letters were sent between pupil and mentor and Henry would visit often the White House merely due to the fact someone had to drag Lincoln to bed or remind him to eat and or just snap some reality back into the man who sometimes got a little too carried away in his work.But now Abraham was forced out of Retirement because now some reason the South was using Vampires against his men which was NOT about to go unnoticed by the President who was more than riled up at the idea that vampires were being tossed at humans like wolves to lambs. When Grant told him of a rouge vampire that was running around his camp at night and snatching young men from their beds. So Abraham arrived there, Henry had wanted to come but he told him to stay at the White House in case any Vampires got wise to go after his family while he was away. The broody older vampire was not happy but unless he wanted to be chased around the White House with his axe-wielding maniac of a pupil he would be wise to listen. Abe was quick to arrive as quickly as he could as he arrived and allowed in as men cheered and hats raised and jubilee seemed to have taken over the camp at his arrival."At ease please, I am just but a man" he smiled kindly to the men before him before dismounting his horse and smiled as Grant offered a hearty welcome and slapped to the back nearly knocking the man over though he was quick to recover. Upon a small chit-chat, he was taken to the medical bay where they had several injured soldiers he would upon seeing them frown and feel his heart sink. The brave men that fought this lonesome fight was heartbreaking and it could have put the man on his knees in anguish. But the reminder that this was not over and he could not dare let them see him drown in his own pitiful sorrows. When hearing that the vampire often attacked the injured camp he knew that meant this vampire was not strong and it was going after an easy target. So Lincoln offered to stay in there for the night.So bundling himself up in a bed, and blanket and resting his top hat on the nightstand beside him.  Upon the night's arrival, Lincoln knew the creature would prowl soon so he hastened everyone to their tents, with any weapon they could spare, and hunkered down. So Lincoln shut his eyes and waited, and then the unforgettable footsteps began as something was inside of the tent. He had a small silver blade in his hand and as he sliced his palm letting the smell of warm and fresh blood waft into the vampire's nostrils.God the thing I do for my country When he noticed that this vampire was taller than he was and built like a brick wall he knew this was a fight he was not going to enjoy at all.  Wondering in his mind why this vampire did not go after others he noticed it the vampire had a small limp, so it was inquired, PERFECT!The creature drew close to his bedside and sniffed him slightly, he could have sworn he saw its fangs flash before his eyes snapped open wide, as the creature's eyes widened as it recognized instantly who it was close to."F***!" it screeched just as a swift lash the blade managed to sink into its arm but squeaked as the vampire grabbed his arm and flung him, when I say flung I mean like literally flying through the air like a ragdoll flopping around as he smashed outside and grunted."Oh god Henry is going to kick my ass" he laughed to himself as he spat out dirt he grinned like a sly fox as he groaned and cracked his back before seeing the vampire stalking out of the tent and yanking the blade out of his arm and snapping it like a toothpick."hey sir, that was mine, I do expect an apology soon!" Abraham was quick to banter with this tall fella indeed. While he was indeed in some trouble now because he didn't have a silver weapon on him, he still made light of the situation he was currently finding himself in. Now to say that Lincoln was impressed that there was something taller than him was an understatement."By God's man, you like a giant! What foods did you eat to gain such height?"  He could practically feel the eye-rolls of Henry in the back of his head as he snorted amused.  However that smile was quick to fade as that vampire made him quick the realistic wrecking ball as he was slammed around he groaned as he was walloped into the ground, nearly missed the campfire, and slammed into a Tent as he groaned softly as he looked around quickly for ant form of weapon as he knew at this rate he was going to be a blood smear on the ground.As his ankle was grabbed he squeaked before noticing a calvery saber close by as he reached out and managed to snag it just as he was yanked sharply out of the tent. He twisted his body swiftly as the vampire lunged to slash him with claws that looked like the size of Bear claws only for its head to be chopped off with one fell swipe of the blade. Blood spewed, the body slowly relaxed and then dropped the president before dropping as well to the ground with a UMPH."Mr. President?!" asked the soldiers as they came out of the tent as the president chuckled to himself as he coughed up blood slightly. Hauling himself to his feet though weakly as it was he stumbled slightly away from the fallen vampire but kicked the head into the fire and let it burn."Your bleeding!" one cried out as he raised an eyebrow before looking down at his shirt and noticed the drawing of blood and saw that the vampire managed to claw his chest well. gashing easily a few inches deep raced along his chest."Oh that's not good" he breathed softly before dropping to his knees as the men shouted in alarm Lincoln chuckled softy."Henry is going to kick my ass" he laughed mostly to himself before collapsing as he could hear the panic erupt as his body hit the ground. As he was but an older man, if he was young he would be just alright but now since he was so much older this kind of rampage did wear him out far more.So much for retirement

  Meeting President Lincoln was an important event for Union soldiers. Lincoln secretaries John G. Nicolay and John Hay wrote that in late April 1861, he greeted soldiers who had been hurt when their regiment was attached by a pro-secession mob while the troops were moving through Baltimore: The wounded soldiers of the Sixth Massachusetts, including several officers, came to pay a visit to the President. They were a little shy when they entered the room – having the traditional New England awe of authorities and rulers. Lincoln received them with sympathetic kindness which put them at ease after the interchange of the first greetings. His words of sincere thanks for their patriotism and their suffering, his warm praise of their courage, his hearty recognition of their great service to the public, and his earnestly expressed confidence in their further devotion, quickly won their trust. He spoke to them of the position and prospect of the city, contrasting their prompt arrival with the unexplained delay that seemed to have befallen the regiments supposed to be somewhere on their way from the various States. Pursuing this theme, he finally fell into a tone of irony to which only intense feeling ever drove him. it is doubtful if any war president in American history ever elicited as pervasive and as enthusiastic admiration among the fighting forces as did the rail-splitter from Illinois. The warmth with which he was regarded is suggested by the nicknames applied to him. Relatively few soldiers spoke of him as ‘President Lincoln,’ Mr. Lincoln,’ or ‘the President.’ But thousands referred to him as ‘Old Abe,’ ‘Father Abraham,’ or ‘Honest Abe…far and away the most widely used nickname for the president was the intimate and affectionate ‘Old Abe.’ This term appears in letters and diaries several times as frequently as any other.Nevertheless President Lincoln sometimes played catch-me-if-you-can with his New York cavalry guard. Unlike the infantry soldiers who camped near the residence, the cavalrymen threatened to impair both the president’s mobility and his access to the public. He complained loudly at first over what he considered to be an unnecessary intrusion on his independence. Mary had many times witnessed the guards chasing her husband up and down the courtyard as the older man merely laughed as he was still so fast and agile barely could a guard catch the man and nor would a guard ever be able to stop him. The soldiers where ran a broad up and down the steps of courthouses, the government buildings, and through the meeting squares often chasing the long-legged president through every known avenue.Though with panting breaths they would all collapse in a heap of tiredness and confusion on how this old man had managed to outwit and outmove them at every known turn. But the President would quick as turn to heel and make sure those that collapsed out of exhaustion were alright and not harmed. Bantering was often a thing that Lincoln took very kindly to as he had a remarkable sense of humor and kindness to that was missed many days in the future. Abraham's sense of fatherly love that showed to all of his military men and staff was known as contagious as his laughter. Although Lincoln was far from always happy knowing he had to keep spirits up with his men he did his work without rest or break. But this also left a massive ripple in Lincoln his life as another of his sons wished to enlist. Robert, his eldest son wanted to join the war effort. He was told several times that it was a hard NO, because Lincon already lost William to war and fever. Now he could not bear to lose another son to something like that not again. His mother's constant screaming was sure to have been sending his eldest son through the roof with her grief so much so Abraham had no better choice but then to finally clear a case for Robert. It went as well over as you would have believed it to, Mary screamed and wailed and demanded that Abraham send her to the loony house if they lost Robert. Abraham was beside himself never seeming to find a middle ground between his wife and eldest son. But knowing how Robert would be, he knew if he did not allow the man to go his way, he would just resent them till the day they died. SO behind his wife's back, Abraham wrote an acceptance letter and command to grant which Robert would be under. He gave the letter to Robert when his eldest son was skeptical and shocked that his father had some such a thing, Lincoln's only endearing words he could have mustered up were."You are too much like me Robert at times, Too stubborn to sit still and too big of heart to know better" it was one of the last things he ever got to speak to Robert about because Robert would have to leave for Grant within the next day or so. Tad was sad to see his eldest brother go but knew that he would do well out there and under Grant no doubt. With that, Robert was gone for the front lines and Mary would not see her son out of the White House. Only Abraham and Tad would see Robert out and make sure he left the city safely.That would be the last time Rober would see his father alive, when he returned home, it was the night of Ford Theater and he had arrived home late after his parents had gone off to the theater and were babysitting Tad who was home with the staff. Till the worst words could have ever been heard screaming from a messenger."THE PRESIDENT HAS BEEN SHOT!" A horrible chill echoed through The White House, and suddenly all panic and fear raced through as tad eyes widened in horror."No, No Pa, Pa can't be shot! who would have shot Pa?" he demanded Robert with tears now burning from his eyes.

BASIC~First: WhiskeyMiddle: Jacklyn-DaisyLast: SherwoodName Used: Daisy SherwoodNickname[s]: Ladybug, Daisy, Darling, SweetieDOB: August 28thAge: 21yrSign: VirgoPOB: MontanaResidancy: Texas*Anywhere the storyline calls for!Species: HumanSex Identity: FemaleOrientation: Straight/HeterosexualNationality: AmericanEthnicity: White/CaucasianAPPEARANCE~Appeal: Attractive, youthfulEye Color: BlueHair Color: Sandy BlondeHair Length: Middle of backHair Type: WavyHeight: 5ft 7inWeight: 120lbBody Type: Slim & SlenderSkin Tone: Fair, LiteTattoos: NoShoe Size: 8EXTRA~Personality: Sweetheart, Down to Earth, Easy-going, Compassionate, Social butterfly.Profession: Country Musician, Photo ModelHobby[s]: Horseback riding, Country dancing, Writing songs/peoms, Photography, Traveling, Collecting horse decor, PaintingFavorite Color[s]: Yellow/Gold, Pink, Sky Blue, Green, Red, White, PurpleFAMILY~Dad: Mr John Sherwood [Alive, Reach Owner]Mom: Mrs Brenda Sherwood [Alive, Horse Trainer]Siblings: Only ChildGrandma#1: Jacklyn Baker [Mom's Mom, Alive, Veterinarian]Grandma#2: Daisy Sherwood [Dad's Mom, Dead, Florist Shop Owner]Grandpa#1: Matthew Baker [Mom's Dad, Alive, Horse Trainer]Grandpa#2: Joseph Sherwood [Dad's Dad, Alive, Retired Reacher] 

Credit by DreamCatcher ["COOLIO!"] . ※ .  ° ※ ° 『BASIC INFO』   Name:Willow Alexander Creek   Nickname(s):Low   Gender:Female   Age:15+   Species/What Are They:Fox yokai   Soul (Color):Black, Pink and Purple    Sexuality:Bi 『BATTLE INFO』 . ※ .  ° ※ ° Atc:Crystal capture   Def:It is a family ability where if someone in an extremely bad state are put into a healing crystal where time is froze for entity    Exp:never used herself   LV:M   Powers/Attacks:Crystal healer   Weapons:scythe   Fighting Style:dancing 『RELATIONSHIP INFO』   Friends With:April and the Hamatos   Neutral With:n/a   Enemies With:The Foot Clanect   Family:dead   Crush(es):Donnie   Single, Taken, Or Talking (If the last two, with who):single 『PERSONALITY』   Personality Towards Humans:yet to trust because in the past there was a war between humans and yokai    Personality Towards Strangers:bad   Personality Towards Friends:great   Strengths:fastcrystal naking   Weaknesses:weak   Flaws:insecruity   Likes:menhuge d*ckssexDonnie   Dislikes:rudeness   Fears:death 『APPEARANCE』 . ※ .  ° ※ ° Eye Color:pink and purple    Clothes:depends   Hair:3ft longblack, pink and purple messythick   Skin:pale   Other:collar 『OTHER INFO』   Alignment:chaotic good   Goals/Purpose:n/a   Job:crystal protector   Items:depends 『BACKSTORY』   Backstory:n/a

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"Gavin, Gavin, open this door" yelled Leslie Crawford the mother of Kyle. Who was dating Gavin and now is buried six feet under because of Stu macher. Beside her is Mr Loomis on the phone with the police. Loud crashing noises can be heard coming from within the room. Loud music can be heard as well  "just hurry" said Mr Loomis before hanging up. He bangs on the door "Gavin, open this door" In the bedroom there are overturned items, broken things and a mess everywhere. A bat in Gavin's hands as he continued smashing things. It has been two months since everything has happened. Burying his boyfriend, testifying in a trial related to what his brother and Stu have done. Two months that he has tried to keep it together. The pain from where Stu stabbed him is what brings Gavin to his knees. Fresh tears spilled down his face. Lifting up the white shirt, he can see a bit of blood on the bandages. The physical wounds are still healing."Sh*t" he said realizing that somehow the stitches must have been pulled. He lets the shirt go back down then that is when his hazel eyes gazed at what caused this breakdown. The ghost face mask. The one Gavin used for Halloween. The only one he got to celebrate with Billy. The anger returned making the pain fade from his mind. Gavin grabbed the bat and struck it on the mask "you f***ing did this" he screamed, smashing the mask over and over with the bat.Outside two police cars pulled up to the Loomis home. The front door is already open for them. As they entered and rushed up the stairs. The door is kicked in and Gavin turns around. swinging the bat towards whoever it is. One moment he was standing then the next he was on the ground.  The bat out of his hands. A scream of anguish erupts out of Gavin. As the two cops subdue him and try to get him calmed down. "LET ME GO" Gavin screamed while trashing about in the cops restraints. A laughing voice taunts him "they think you're crazy" said the voice. "Shut up, leave me alone" Gavin shouted at the mask. Mrs Crawford left so not to see what is happening. "Dad, please tell them I'm not crazy" Gavin pleads with the man that could help or break him even more. Mr Loomis left the room as well. As EMTs arrived and injected Gavin with a drug to calm him down. Gavin is transported to the nearby hospital. The mask is collected as evidence or to just get rid of it. The mask has caused enough problems for one town. 

Here me, mortal and gods alike!  These are my laws and you shall abide!  Beauty though I am, mistaken me not for some desperate whore!  I do not need to bed you.  Approach me in such a manner results in instant death.I remain IC unless indicated otherwise.Be literate.  There are tons of programs that can help you write a coherent sentence.  There is no excuse.  I, personally, use Grammarly.Since there is an absence of Poseidon, just assume Amphitrite is separated from her husband.I will happily agree to writing in the past, ancient times, or modern. 

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 Who were the Vanir?                                                          (This is a collection of thoughts about the Vanir that I have gathered and are not all my own).As in so many cultures, ancient stories have survived through the centuries describing people who lived mysteriously close to the elements of the earth and were worshippers of nature. There are many examples of these and usually, they are labeled pagans. But in the case of Norse mythology, the Vanir, who …were gods of love, sex, wealth, and magic….truly adored the earth, skies, wind, and fire.                        In the words of our own King of Gymirsgard, Russell Lamara EOA,“As a warrior of Asgard, he was accustomed to the company of gods and goddesses, but there was something about Vanaheim, the realm of the Vanir, that stirred a different kind of excitement within him. It was a place where nature and magic intertwined seamlessly, and where the gods and goddesses radiated an ethereal beauty that was captivating and irresistible.” I wanted to write a resource for myself and others, gathering as many ideas about these interesting people. (I would appreciate and welcome any additional beliefs. This piece is heavy on the viewpoint according to Myth. Many comics have borrowed from myth…but the comic writers have also written them in their own ways.In Norse Mythology, Vanir gods and goddesses weren’t the central deities like the Aesir. However, this does not discount them as gods. The Vanir were a separate pantheon altogether. Their powers were intrinsically linked to the natural world. These gods and goddesses of agriculture, fertility, fair weather, and precious metals may have been few, but their influence over ancient Scandinavian societies is undeniable.In general, the Vanir were differentiated from the Aesir by their patronage of and association with fertility, maritime life (especially navigation), and material success. Further, they (especially Freyja) were associated with prophecy and the magical arts. Their differences with the Aesir also include sexual behaviors, as they were said to have practiced endogamy and even incest. The Vanir were overall a passionate, lascivious lot.Vanir worships the Skies, Wind, and their Deities. They are skilled warriors, (even as they much prefer peace,) and shipwrights and navigators who can sail the seas.                   They were humble and according to themselves, were not held in high regard. They have been witnessed to great acts of courage. Additionally, they share some of the values and ancient bloodlines with the Fey and some even maintain connections to other planes. In my reading, I have been impressed by their connections to the Sidhe. This would be because of their many similar characteristics. The Vanir, especially women who are called, Volur are gifted in magics. In the Vanirian culture, magic is referred to as Seidr. These women are involved in both ‘seeing’ and affecting the future. They, like elves, have protective and fertility powers and healing powers.Vanir are gifted in their mental as well as physical strength. They are lovers of nature and have a deep curiosity for the arts. Many light elves live in the Asgardian land of Alfheim but have intermarried with the Vanir in Vanaheim.These are just a few conclusions I have drawn about the Vanir and will continue to add to this journal.                              

    Italic = susceptible to changeBold = YesItalic bold = likes it very muchIs submissive // is dominant // prefers to top // prefers to bottom // likes to switch // identifies as heterosexual // identifies as homosexual // identifies as bisexual // identifies as pansexual // identifies as demisexual // identifies as asexual // enjoys sex with men // enjoys sex with women // enjoys sex with multiple people at once // initiates // waits for partner to initiate // spits // swallows // prefers sex in the morning // prefers sex at night // prefers sex anytime // no sex drive // low sex drive // average sex drive // high sex drive // fluctuating sex drive*/— body / appearanceSmall build // medium build // athletic build // muscular build // curvy build // voluptuous build // wears boxers // wears lingerie // goes ‘commando’ // shaves/waxes // doesn’t shave/wax // cup size a-c // cup size d-f // 1-5” in length // 6-9" in length // 10” or over in length */— soundsIs silent/makes little to no sounds // is very quiet // is very loud // grows in volume over time // bites partner // pillow to muffle themselves // calls out partner’s name // curses // fakes or exaggerates // prefers a quiet partner // prefers a loud partner // is turned on by dirty talk // is turned off by vulgar talk*/— turn ons / kinksHaving their hands pinned // pinning their partner’s hands // having their hair pulled // pulling their partner’s hair // being watched by partner // being watched by third party // watching their partner // receiving oral // giving oral // calling their partner ‘daddy’ // being called ‘daddy’ // giving praise // receiving praise // biting/marking // being bitten/marked // spanking // being spanked // teasing // being teased // having toys used on them // using toys on partner // giving anal // receiving anal // being rimmed // rimming // choking // being choked // being tied up // tying their partner up // being worshiped // worshiping their partner // humiliating // being humiliated // degrading // being degraded // knife play // blood play

Year: 1976Summary: Born in the rough predominantly Italian-American neighborhood of the North End in Boston, Massachusetts, Joe was born into a middle-class family and showed interest in music at a very young age. He would acquire his first guitar at the age of 12, then proceed to drop out of high school at the age of 16 to pursue a career in a rock band. Unlike most parents, Joe's were not opposed to his rebellious decisions to grow out his hair and enslave himself to the rock n' roll craze.At the age of nineteen, Joe was drafted into the Vietnam War in 1969. He started amateur boxing in his early teens and he continued training in the sport since then, giving him a strong lead in the short time he would spend at boot camp with other draftees. It was killing the enemy and those who may be associated with them that would be difficult. Gunning down the adolescent recruits of the Viet Cong took its toll on him. Performing duties as a tunnel rat was just as volatile. His suspenseful time in the jungles of Vietnam has hardened his body and soul.Honorably discharged in 1972 with a Purple Heart medal after sustaining a critical bullet wound, Joe found it very difficult to readjust to civilian life. A few times, he contemplated suicide. The only attempt on his life failed. Joe was only engaged in one serious relationship his whole life, that abuse he could no longer endure, and gained guardianship of his two-year-old son, Roman. Playing small-time gigs at pubs, festivals, and the state fair, Joe has very little ambition. Due to untreated post-traumatic stress disorder, fatherhood was another loop he had to jump through to continue his life normally.

  I remember us before our paths got separated ambushI shall sing you safe on your way Astarion's posture changed entirely. Shoulders hunched forward, his fingers flexed into a twitching, clawed grasp, and his eyes throbbed with a bright crimson glow. Not glowing from hunger, as they'd always done while in Cazador's thrall. They shone with something else. A killer's instinct to kill, a protector's instinct to protect.He was off, barreling through the forest on nothing but scent and anger. Fenris's blood smelled sweet, addictive, like sun-warmed honey, and it had a strange added note of a cold, sharp tang--the lyrium. The combined scent filtered through the trees, faintly, but it was enough. He would only get closer by chasing it.He could smell that sickening, putrid smell of half-orc as well. And other scents layered behind those. Astarion's senses had increased dramatically upon this change in psyche; he could smell everything even better than normal.The vampire crossed through the forest easily, silently, quickly, knowing the terrain well from his mornings spent hunting. The sun wasn't so bright here--the groves were shaded, but his eyesight was so sensitive now that to stare too far ahead through the trees physically hurt him. He did it anyway, and hissed, breaking his own swift and silent approach as he did so.The hiss was because he'd passed into the meadow before the river. He'd seen it before, and hadn't crossed it--it would weaken him. There was a bridge, but it was miles away, and the forest had sustained him on small animals; he hadn't needed to travel farther out.But he could smell them there, could perhaps even see them if the sun's glare hadn't burned into his eyes so much. The hiss was a reckless vampire's attempt at a curse, because he already knew what was going to happen as he approached.The river was wide, but shallow, and he'd searched the banks thoroughly while hunting nearby. There were no short spans where he could jump from one bank to another, no brush or rocks laid out nicely to give him passage without touching the hated liquid. Yet he'd watched a family of deer toddle across the shallows one morning as they drank and watched the sunrise: near him, but never knowing it.He was going to do as they did, and cross the whole damned thing. Unlike the deer, he hit the river at a dead run, not pausing as he moved, not needing to thanks to his supernatural balance. Still, it burned, ached--had he not been so angry, it likely would have brought him to his knees, and then he would have been lost. Astarion's flesh on the inside of his shoes was hissing, fizzing as if he stepped through pure venom. But he barely lost speed, taking the far bank at a jump when he was near enough.Another hiss, this time from the pain, but it fell short on his lips. He could sense them, they were there, ahead. Fenris's life energy seemed to throb and glow through the forest, calling from between the trees like a lantern aimed directly for him. But it was flickering, fading, which only launched him at the group faster. As Astarion approached the fray, he noted everything he needed to note, quickly--One dead, crumpled by Fenris, the source of the stench, with blood pooled around his groin. Fenris, held down by an unsavory looking mercenary, his dark strands of hair grease-streaked. Two more were approaching; they had bindings in hand, ready to shackle the former slave--one had picked up his crossbow at the sound of the elf approaching, and he was quick enough that he'd already fired. Astarion remembered as the bolt left its machine that he had a wealth of weapons on his back, though he had no desire for them at the moment.Still, better safe than letting the one with a trigger nearby get any farther. He was only forty, thirty feet away, but he pivoted, dodging the bolt, and in the same movement, a throwing knife was grabbed, thrown. It met the shooter's neck as the next ten feet of gap closed between them. The man grunted, then gargled, and even the sweet sound of his own blood pooling in his mouth didn't sway Astarion from his true target.The one who held Fenris, the tallest of the group, barely had time to loosen his grip, or turn his torso to face the oncoming torpedo of a vampire. It didn't matter anyway; Astarion's lunge was so quick that he was little more than a blur to Fenris and the other remaining merc. The third man, ignored by the vampire at the moment, fumbled between staring at first his downed partner and the knife in his throat, second, the other dead merc's gory nether region, and finally down at his crossbow, which was unloaded.The leader of the group was thrown back and away from his prize; Astarion could have stayed on him, leapt with him, but he wanted to throw the bastard around, break his bones first. And so he tossed him instead, crossing over Fenris in seconds, grabbing the fumbling man and angrily throwing him a second time, even farther away from the group, before he turned to the other--the spare.Astarion's dagger was out and in his palm immediately, but his explosive thrust forward into the other's chest was so fierce that his entire arm buried into the ribcage, his fist exploding out the back, splintering spinal bones with it, the heart impaled on the now crimson blade. With a sickening noise, the rogue wrenched the dagger back out, flinging the organ off it with a squelch. Well, so much for the shirt he desperately wanted to keep free and clean of blood.No matter, he couldn't waste a second moment on that corpse. The moment was to be spent on the ringleader, whose nasally voice had filtered into Astarion's ears earlier, either from Fenris's bond, or from his enhanced hearing. Somehow, his insult to Fenris only made Astarion boil that much more.So much for leadership--he was now the sole survivor of his little gang of miscreants, and he looked terrified.It didn't matter, he wouldn't survive long. Astarion couldn't draw this out; Fenris was still hurt.The man had been thrown with such force that he still hadn't righted himself, and his last chance to do so ended when Astarion approached and stomped down on the merc's knee, shattering it with a strangely loud plop under his wet boot, where his own skin still screamed in pain against dripping leather.Another stomp for the other leg, but the bastard twitched and he missed the knee, instead landing it on both of the lower bones of the leg. Those crunches were far quieter, but the howls of pain were far louder, sweeter. Astarion ground the ball of his foot into the calf as if quelling embers, and then idly kicked the torso so the other was fully on his back.As they'd done to Fenris. The bandit was babbling--nonsense words, probably a prayer, and he was fumbling through his pockets for something. A knife.Astarion had set to pounce on him, but at this he drew back, grimly, curious to see what would happen. Crimson glowing eyes fell to the mercenary's shaky hand, covered in blood--Fenris's blood--Astarion snarled, again losing any patience or finesse or will to see the bastard suffer exquisitely for hours. He was going to give his head the same treatment as his legs.Then, through his murderous rage, he had one singular thought. A good thought! It was a splendid thought. A thought worthy of a rogue.He kicked the knife away and pulled the now lame mercenary to his bleeding, broken legs, only to sink his teeth into the other's flesh. Even the most disgusting, unwashed human still tasted exquisite to him, especially compared to two centuries' worth of rats. The vampire groaned despite himself as he tasted the warm blood, and he purposely washed his mouth, his neck with it, feeling his thin shirt stick to his chest. The Chantry sisters would never; he would need a new shirt, he supposed.But the thought of this stain bleeding in vain, and having his blood wasted was a delightful one, and besides, the shirt was already past hope.Several quiet moments of hungrily inhaling the blood passed, while the man thrashed and screamed in vain. Then, rather unexpectedly, Astarion licked the torn ragged edged puncture wounds--he'd purposely made them uneven and too deep. His saliva sealed the blood, at least partially; he shoved the leader of the mercenaries back down to the forest floor. With a final gulp of what was left behind in his throat, and a sneer, he throatily explained, "YOU are going to answer every question of mine. Soon."His eyes lit up more brightly at this promise, while the other man simply gasped for air and clawed at his neck wounds. Astarion looked over him one last time, and then pondered that he might have more hidden blades. His dagger swiftly found the other's forearm, and behind it, the dirt, pinning the tendon and muscle into the ground.Should do for a moment.Then he turned, forgetting the wretched thing entirely when he saw Fenris on the ground. Sh*t sh*t sh*t."Fenris," Astarion said in a rather clipped, commanding tone, as if he expected the other to yawn and awaken with bedhead. He knelt beside the other, and at first Astarion could only inhale, sensing the slow, but strong, heartbeat.Good. But…not normal. Fenris was in there, his heartbeat was like a beautiful song, but it should have been faster. It shouldn't have been so strong, it should have been calm. Something was off. It was a toxin, the elf could tell. He smelled it, too. The same smell as the one Fenris took from the mercenaries the same day they met.When Astarion remembered the purple vial, he licked his lips; his eyes dropped from the wide, green hues of his companion. There was a wound immediately visible, a bolt lodged into a weak spot near a collarbone, and Astarion immediately withdrew it, tossing it away carelessly as he searched for more, his fingers brushing against the wound as if to test it.He'd known where the other was going to be. He'd felt it hit. Their bond meant that he was able to find it almost instantly, and withdraw the bolt from the other's ribs as well. Dammit. Astarion knew the poison, had already attempted to extract it, but he had meager alchemy supplies here to make a proper antidote. They were days away from it, if not weeks. Dammit, DAMMIT.He could only repeat the curses in his mind as he unhooked the armor plate again, exposing both wounds to him. One was deeper--the collarbone bolt. It had been shot from intensely close range. The bastards. Astarion had done it in the recent past, and knew it was to save Fenris the work of processing the full hit of the toxin, so he should have felt no qualms about lowering his head to the wound and attempting to take any lingering, pooling poison out.He was immortal, it didn't affect him. But the vampire hesitated, with a face full of blood and wild hair and eyes. Fenris would know. There would be no denying it after this.He could lose him.Well, that didn’t matter, the warrior needed him. He held Fenris, cradling him as his head dipped to the other's collarbone, ripping away the leather to make a better seal for his lips. Astarion grimaced as he drank; it was bitter. Wrong. At first, the poison numbed his tongue and turned his stomach, but after several long gulps of the otherwise delicious blood, he could taste the sweetness and warmth returning. The poison was diluting.He quickly moved after a rather bloody lick and heady kiss to the first wound, sliding down across the dirt in a predatory-looking way. Astarion again pulled the frayed leather and torn cloth aside to repeat the gesture for the other wound. The taste was less bitter there, but it lingered for longer in his mouth; as he fed, Astarion realized he was gripping Fenris, pinning him, without meaning to.Instantly he righted, letting go of the other's body as if he were hot to the touch, and his eyes widened, the glow fading from them as he leaned over Fenris, cradling the warrior's bloodstained hair with his own bloodstained hands and finally meeting the other's eyes, grimacing inwardly at the shame he felt. Being seen like this. Worse than an animal. Bloodthirsty. Gods, he hadn't even explained what he was doing to Fenris. The other elf probably thought Astarion was simply getting his kicks on drinking his blood. Ugh. How he hated himself.Astarion's voice was still low and throaty, not his usual high-pitched, bantering tone, when he managed words. "Darling," he said apologetically, and stopped caressing the other's face long enough to pull his own forearm toward him, biting into the flesh below his wrist, where the blood would lazily drip into pools that, if nothing else, could land on the other's tongue. As he bit, Astarion's eyes drifted toward their little would-be captor.Still down, still screaming, still impaled by a dagger, still broken. Good.The flicker of his vision moved immediately back to what was most important; he held out his arm encouragingly, trying to overcome his own grimace at what was, perhaps, an unwilling feeding of blood. He knew how it felt. He'd been forced to drink before. He didn't want to put this on Fenris.But Astarion explained himself, his need, as he pressed the skin to his lover's lips. "I'm so sorry. 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