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----Trigger Warnings----Tauriel remembers every detail of that fatal night. A reverent that curled around her mind in her waking hours or sleep, much like the spirited mist that coiled around the surrounding mountains. A pale noose that sometimes suffocated her, taking her every breath and haunted her mind.When the howling of Rhîw splintered between thin blackened trendies hanging from the tree's hypnotized in its cold embrace. It awakened her from her slumber right before the Orcs entered her village, as if the Valar themselves were trying to warn them all before the pillaging began. The swaying of the pendulum in the next room clicked from left to right as swiftly and clear as Quell. The breeze right before the very first scream pierced the air like the tip of a dagger and a deep, resounding thud as the springs bounced off the wooden floor, awakening her parents in the next room.A heavy silence filled the air before her, nadar's voice screamed out for Tauriel to hide, as he had taught her. She slipped swiftly out of the warmth of her covers for the very last time and under the wooden planks under the privacy of her bed. It was a hidden cubby he made for her, and her naneth if trouble every brewed while he was away. He kept it stocked with a week of supplies and weapons in case they needed to stay for more than a day. She couldn't stop shivering as she backed her small frame into the stone-cornered wall and slipped down, holding her trembling knees against her chest as she watched the shadows between the floor boards. And suddenly, Tauriel covered her ears at once when she heard her naneth's gurgling cries and nadar's final roar before a swift steel blade plummeted into his chest. She cannot recall how long she stayed under the floorboards. Tauriel felt as frozen as a gentle leaf in the middle of a catastrophic Rhiw storm. But the scent of rotten eggs, charred flesh, and iron filtered heavily into the air and reminded her she was still alive as cold, sticky droplets of life spilled between the wooden floor.It must have been a few days that passed, and the last dying cries, moans faded away like the torn pages of an old book her nadar would sometimes use when he couldn't find a dried twig to light their fireplace in the colder months. Her naneth would always scoff at him for doing so, lecturing him on the time it took to make that book, and what if that was the last in existence? The words he just burned would be forever lost, she would scoff. Her Nadar would settle back into his old creaky rocking chair with a wooden pipe between his smirking lips and motion for Tauriel to join him on his lap as he snuggled her in his arms listening to his wife lecture him further. “Aye, its the past woman! And the best stories are always held in our minds and hearts.'"They are passed down from one generation to the next. Not some flattened words scribbled a bout with no feeling at all! I'm sure whatever story that was written in that book is still with the loved ones he had left," he said and began to rock softly with her in his arms in his chair. "Plus you fancy freezing to death? Miss I am cold! I am cold!" He chuckled heartly and kissed the top of Tauriel's fiery locks." I'll never know where you got this colour from lass! But I believe its a reflection of your soul." Her emerald eyes welled in tears again as she sniffled and rubbed her tiny nose knowing she would never have another memory of them again.Lost in her thoughts, she barely registered the creaking of the floor, shifting of light as King Thranduil's men found her there. She was catatonic, and they must have called her a million times before one decided to jump down and a loom of dust from the dirt beneath his feet splattered around, awakening her from her dreams as she looked up towards him. "Are you a Maia?" her raspy, brittle voice from lack of fluids asked in a whispered breath. "No, I am not Henig. Odulen an edraith anlen. We come to take you to the palace where you can recover, and we will find you a new home in the inner sanctuary of the Village." He spoke gently and quickly scooped her up, and she didn't realize how weak she actually felt as she slumped into his chest as he crawled out of her family's secret dwelling, she would see her parents again.Their lifeless bodies lay unnaturally on the floor. The skin was as pale as the moon and hung barely on their bones. Their eyes were still open wide but soulless, and their mouths were agape from their silent screams. In that split second Tauriel went from having no strength at all to kicking and fighting away from the gentle soldier that held her and sunk by her naneth's body. And even though there was pools of blood she crawled into her frame like a baby and laced her small arms over her naneth's lifeless heart. "Wake up Nana! Oh wake up! Please! I do not want to leave here I want to stay with you or come back and take me too! Take me too!!!" She sobbed and squinted her eyes tight and perched her lips as her breathing hitched. "You promised you would never leave me! You promised! Come back! Come back!!!” Her voice hoarse, her body feeling the weight of every tears ahs she pounded her tiny fist into her nana's chest before sinking completely into her motionless arms and tried to lace them around her slender shoulders. At first Thranduil's men just stood frozen. Their eyes peeled at the little girl, and they occasionally glanced at the other unsure what to do. But they knew it was only a matter of time before trouble would befall again and they needed to gather the survivors and the dead too. The same soldier who first held her in his arms tired to at first encourage her gently into his arms. But Tauriel resisted and screamed, spatting in his face and clung to her naneth as another soldier had to assist, even though she was just a little lass. "No! Noooooo!!!," Tauriel screamed before finally sinking into his chest again and she felt even more tired than she did before as the world around her muted into nothingness. "We will give them proper burial and you could visit them whenever you wish," he tried to reassure her. But his words felt as lifeless at that moment as her once vibrant village as he carried her away, and that was all she could remember, as she must have fainted in his arms, wanting to dream it all away.When Tauriel awakened again, her old painted walls were replaced by fine, smooth marble, tapestries, and a heady scent of lavender's and myrrh, and the sound of fresh springs spilling over perfectly shaped rocks could be heard in the distance. Skyward lights from the morning star splintered purposefully through an arrangement of mirrors perfectly orchestrated, filling the area beneath, and even the tiny dusting sparkled heavenly in the room, making Tauriel feel as if she were in a dream. But as a shadow blocked out the light that temporarily warmed her skin, meaning to bring her comfort, but instead reminded her of why she was there. It was the voice of the soldier who must have brought her there.The sacred healing springs in Thranduil's palace, and as he spoke with words meant to bring her solace, all she could see and think of was her parents spread across the floor in her childhood home. Tauriel would not even look at him or cast a single gaze his way. It was too painful and too much for her to bear, and she no longer shook in fear but with the thought of never allowing another village to suffer as she just did. Her emerald eyes fixed on the glint of two swords that hung on the wall in the distance, and she drew in a breath, feeling as if it was the first one she ever took in her entire young life, and she swallowed back the last bit of sorrow and spoke in a pristine, clear voice to the soldier. "Teach me. Teach me all you know, so I can fight alongside you one day. I may be young, barely a knee, but my nadar has been training me since the time I began to walk. I will not let your efforts go to waste.”The little girl she once was no longer what laid on that bed now. She stayed with her parents in her childhood home and was replaced by a spirit that would revenge her parents deaths and not allow another family, nor village to be torn apart again. With a look of certainly unwavering resolve upon her face, Tauriel let the last tear she would cry for that day slip past the curve of her cherub face. Her emerald eyes now fixated upon his dark azure's in the healing room, and she spoke once again. But her voice was strong, almost fierce, and he could tell she would not take no for an answer. "Teach me everything you know, and I will bring you every head of an Orc I come across. I assure you of this." He smoothed his large hand over her own and threaded his fingers with hers as he nodded slowly and squeezed it tight, seeing the determination in her eyes and a soul of a fearless warrior in her eyes. "I will teach you all I know and guide you in the best way I can. You have my word. My promise young henig as long as you promise to not waste the life you still have and seek beauty and be fearless in love again."Tauriel could not speak as he spoke kindly to her and with such care, reminding her of her nadar as tears welled in her eyes, so she simply nodded in agreement and squeezed his hand. 

  MENTAL HeALTH.   May prompt.   Isolation and Avoidance. Darcy tends to isolate herself and avoid getting too close or opening up to others. She's deeply distrustful of letting people into her paranormal world, fearing they'll think she's delusional. Darcy brushes off relationships and social connections that could potentially provide emotional support systems.  Substance Abuse. Turning to alcohol, cigarettes, and other substances is one of Darcy's main coping mechanisms. She self-medicates heavily with vices and indulgences as a way to blur out the psychological strain she endures from being a medium. Frequent benders and bouts of inebriation are her escape hatches.  Thrill-Seeking Behavior. When substances aren't enough of a distraction, Darcy chases an adrenaline high through daredevil activities and reckless risks. Putting herself in harm's way through things like street racing, illicit substance abuse, or throwing herself into paranormal hotspots is paradoxically a way for her to feel "normal."  Avoidant Behaviors. Darcy employs a variety of avoidant behaviors to sidestep dealing with her mental health issues head-on. She'll immerse herself in work at the bookstore for weeks at a stretch. She keeps obsessively busy or hits the road without notice torun from her problems. Compartmentalization and blocking out her troubles is a pattern.Lack of Healthy Coping Skills. For all her knowledge of the metaphysical, Darcy seems to lack any effective healthy coping skills or outlets. She doesn't exercise, journal, seek therapy, or pursue creative outlets. Her self-care abilities are limited, leaving her to cycle through the same destructive behaviors.Emotional Repression. At her core, Darcy represses, bottles up, and internalizes the heavy emotional and psychological toll of her abilities as a medium. Rather than process her traumatic experiences, she lashes out, builds up walls, and forces the stress down through vices. Her emotions remain unresolved.Darcy's mental health is like an open wound that she neglects to treat, allowing it to fester and become more infected over time through unhealthy, avoidant behaviors. Her self-destructive coping mechanisms may temporarily numb the pain, but provide no lasting solution for healing her tormented psyche.   Darcy E. Nolan   "And still, I rise.”  —  Maya Angelou   template credit.    

TTaken from Miss Christine Daae's stream and furthered for the two of ushttps://www.roleplayer.me/599023Christine Opening--Autumn in Paris, her adopted homeland.... her favorite time of year. The streets bustling with activity near the opera, and more often than not, rain with notes of floral could be smelt on the breeze. Christine was eager for the falling temperatures, knowing that winter was peeking around the corner.Katherine---As Katherine sees her old long time friend, a smile splays across the dark hair beauty's lips, and she joins her as they stroll the cobblestone streets of Le Paris softly giggling, taking in all the sights and sounds. Mingling, clattering leaves rustling in a melodic tune as they pirouette gracefully on a kissed autumn breeze. Such as the many ballerinas of the grand Opera under Madame's guiding hand, making sure they keep to every carefully placed step.An enchanting dance, mesmerizing and surreal as they share a cup of hot chocolate watching nature's beautiful showing. Autumn in Le Paris not comparison to any other in all the lands holding the dark magics,  music in one's soul.Miss Daae was among one of her oldest and dearest friends that she had known in other lifetimes, and she swears in other skins, and when they encountered the other again it was as if not even a single day had passed between the years they had seen the other.Katherine was pleased that Christine was now the prized jewel of the Palais Garnier. She remembered many a summer's day when Katherine spent some time in Uppsala seemingly like eons ago, that it was Christine who welcomed the young maiden to her home when she found her wandering aimlessly, lost much confused and without knowing a single soul. She had just freshly been turned into a creature she rather not think of now, given her soul was returned more than a year ago. It was Christine's kindness, her heart, that helped Katherine remember who she was and not the monster she felt she became. Now married and a mortal once again, the two girls reunited and spent most of their evenings at the other's homes. Warm, lost memories, silly moments they recalled and speaking of the great loves they now held in their arms. Many a day they would visit a local bakery when Erik was away on business and Christine was not practicing her cords. They have become more as sisters now ad cherish each other with all their hearts and souls.  

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Hey everyone!I am a girl who has been roleplaying for many years. I am new to this site, but not new to the concept. I do all kinds of rp but I do some things that I don't like to waver on.1) I always play female2) I play sub if doing an NSFW roleplay

.purplewrap {width: 400PX; margin: auto; background-color: #FFF; padding: 10PX; border-bottom: solid 1PX #AD88C6} .purpleinner {border-top: solid 20PX #AD88C6} .purplename {background: #7469B6; color: #FFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 30PX; display: inline-block; padding: 10PX 10PX 15PX 10PX; margin-left: 20PX; margin-top: 150PX; opacity: 1.0;} .purpleimg {width: 400PX; height: 200PX; border-top: solid 3PX #fff } .purplecontent {font-size: 13PX; line-height: 14PX; font-family: calibri, sans-serif; text-align: justify; padding: 15PX; color: #000} Enter Kira Court dates were set and while there was down time Bo spent time with his family and girlfriend. All trying to distract themselves from the court date. It had taken longer than the week he was there to get the date set. But he had no issue jumping between New York and Charlotte. He had no choice, he was attending that hearing to gain custody of his daughter. His lawyer able to get photos of her for him to look at. So he could just see her, the actual encounter he had when he first saw the girl was unpleasant and his focus was on his ex, the woman who put him in this situation. But it was nice to see the images of Kira. He was warned that usually the father getting full custody was an uphill battle, but he hopefully had a good case to win. He even had his home in Charlotte inspected by child services to get a stamp of approval that the environment the girl would be moving to was safe. He had a clean record, his income was stable and was well off to provide for the child.But... This was still nerve wracking. He sat in that court room, lawyer at his side and father along with the rest of his family near by. He couldn't see her, but he could feel that woman's presence. Could hear her complaining. The only time she'd likely ever be permitted to be in his presence. Too many law enforcement officials for her to act out. But he quietly chewed his lip, curious to where his daughter actually was. "Where is Kira..?" He whispered to his lawyer softly. And was assured she was safe. She was in a daycare playing with other children. Which was nice to hear. She wasn't in the hands of that insane family. The hearing itself was stressful. The questioning, he felt like he was being verbally attacked. But it didn't last long before he got to sit back in his original seat as the trial continued. Once it was said and done. He had to anxiously wait for the verdict. And it was a long wait, like it was a century. He had his parents talking to him to relax him. He barely knew this little girl but he was already willing to fight tooth and nail for her. He felt for her, she was nearly four... She was born in a prison, nearly lived in the streets. The family could barely afford to care for themselves. Let alone Kira. He didn't want child support. He could care less, he just wanted Kira and no contact with her mother. Once the judge had returned, he was granted the custody and he felt like he could finally breathe. Like he gasped for air as soon as it was announced. He didn't even hear the upset snaps from the other side of the room. He felt a bubble of excitement, he had spent the week before, even though he didn't know he'd win, setting up that child a room. Making sure everything was ready for her, and if he didn't win? Well... He one day wanted to marry and have his own family so it was just a head start?He ended up being told to wait at his parents and child services would bring her to him. And he was scared... scared that she didn't want anything to do with him. She didn't know him, she had seen him in person once, and it was not in the most ideal of situations. But the lawyer assured him that his ex was sickly obsessed with him and that alone might help him. The girl may have grown up looking at photos of him on the internet, watching videos of him hearing him. She may have been told her whole little life that he was her daddy. So maybe it wouldn't be as off putting for her. The wait again was unnearving. To officially meet his child, how was he going to tell her that her mommy wasn't coming with them if she was curious. Hopefully that wasn't something he had to address with a toddler right away. But once the knock came his hand snapped up, and he opened the door and saw the little girl in the arms of one of the agents bringing her to him. She was put on the floor and he just dropped down to the floor, it didn't take too long for her just to go straight over hugging him. All a good sign, but they had a long ways to go in their little journey together.  ✖

  The Rules    Here are some rules, even a werewolf have rules they have to follow. So here are yours.   Greetings:    These happen in messages only! No where else. Don't come at me saying Hello Gorgeous, or some other equivalent. Send me something, like you would when writing to a new pen-pal. Tell me about yourself (I know, everything is on my blogs), yeah, I read profiles before friending you. Still would appreciate a proper intro. I give one, I expect the same out of you. Common courtesy.   Group Forum Writer Only:   All my stories happen in a group forum. I prefer to have my stories in a place that is organized and allows for me to edit if I have too. (No exceptions!), I feel more comfortable writing this way then in messages.   Activity Checks:    I am a nice person and will let you on my list, but if you don't talk to me in two weeks, I will block you. Every 2nd Sunday, I will check my messages, and if you haven't responded to me, you're gone.   Writing Preferences:    I will be writing in the First-person limited Narrative View Point. (In first-person narration, the narrator is a person in the story, telling the story from their own point of view. The narration usually utilizes the pronoun I (or we, if the narrator is speaking as part of a group). The character who tells the story might be in the middle of the action or more of a character who observes the action from the outer limits, but in either case you are getting that character’s recounting of what happens. It also means that impressions and descriptions are colored by that character’s opinions, mood, past experiences, or even their warped perceptions of what they see and hear.) All stories go in a group forum. I write from 100 Words to 1,000 Words. (Para > Novella Replies). The longer the rp, the longer it will take for me to reply.  I will get to it when I am able too! (A paragraph consists of 5-8 sentences that support each other. One-line-paragraphs can happen, but it must be supported with another paragraph.)   Romantic Roleplays:    Romance is allowed as long as it is plotted out. It must be a part of a storyline. No instant Smut. Polyamory and Submissive (Into Guys and Girls but only if they are Dominus or Domina = Dominants.)   Mature Content:    It doesn’t mean I want all stories to be about smut. It can happen, as long as it is talked over! This just simply means that there will be foul language (She can be a potty-mouth at times). Bloody and disturbing scenery, rape can happen if it’s talked over. Torture can happen (Again must be talked over). She is a sassy bitch, so expect ome resistance with her, lol.

Basics: ​​Full Name: Ellaina Omelchuk  Name Pronounced: Ellaina = El-lay-nah, Omelchuck = O-melch-uk.   Birthday: January 1st, 1905   Age: 119 Years old (appears 18 years old).  Species: Werewolf with vampire blood in her veins. (Making her immortal).   Occupation: Former Pack Member of the Mystic Falls Pack. Current Loner seeking a new pack to join, and a home to call her own.   Location: Mystic Falls, Montana (Former), Nowhere yet (Seeking a permanent home).   Biography:    My name is Ellaina Omelchuk. I was born in Mystic Falls, Montana. My childhood was great until I turned 16 years old. That was when My Pack Alpha tried to force me to mate with him against my will. It was pack law that if the Alpha chose you, you became his mate. I wasn't ready, so I refused. He kept pressuring. Until one night, I had enough and escaped. Though I know he would have sent warriors, out to try and find me. They never did. I ended up wondering the world. I am hoping to find a place to belong. A pack to take me in and accept me.    Unlike the rest of my birth Pack, my family and I have have vampire blood in our veins, which makes her and her bloodline valuable. One of my witch ancestors did a spell to make my bloodline immortal using a ritual that had to be done under the blood moon.    About Vaewolves:    Vaewolves are a hybrid species between Vampires and Werewolves, and as such hold some similar behavior to both species.    Like Werewolves they typically feed on prey that lives near where they do and always eat the heart. Vaewolves are also able to have children that hold their abilities.   Like Vampires they can also feed on the live blood of their victims for sustenance and to heal from injures. Vaewolves also typically mate for life with one person.   As a hybrid species a typical Vaewolf is stronger than a typical Werewolf or Vampire, however their Alpha is only equal to the other two species Alphas.   Appearance:    A Vaewolves true appearance is that of a pale skinned human with blue eyes (red for their Alpha), long claws coming out of their fingers, and vampiric teeth with elongated canines.   The older Vaewolves can also release bat-like wings from their shoulder blades that allow flight, however unlike dragons they cannot fly for long.    Vaewolves Origins:   It was believed that one of my ancestors, a witch, created the spell under a blood invusing a drink of oak , ash and water, and blessed by the Blood Goddess Under the Red Moon. It was said that my ancestors drank the potion and died, coming back as werewolves with vampire blood. 

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Beyond the garnet aged veil of Palais Garnier. There was another story being told. Dark, sensual laments. Sorrowful gasps with curious wide eyes as patrons entered it's doors. Intricate details etched upon the walls. Scribbed from a artist's hand. Scriptures, verses forbidden and unknown to the common man. Her Tsigani blood was electrified when she first came to Le Paris. The city was a dark tempest of the night, a dangerous beauty to all that encountered her grasp. Sensual reds stitched along a azure sky, and the nighttime was awakened under her delicate hands.Music flowed like honeyed wine, and skyward lights danced along cobblestone streets and stoned architecture carved from a long-forgotten dreamer's hands. When Katherine first entered its veil, she too was a creature of the night. Her mocha ringlets danced along her feminine frame joyously. But shrouded over the hunger and deep thirsty embers, she tried her best to fight. There were times she swore she could still feel the incisors between her rosebud lips. A history she would choose to long forget, but still whispered in a coiled grip.Daggers that once were the takers of lives, but none were deserving of the breath they bared. But that was long ago. Many lifetimes passed, and now she could feel the warm scarlet pulsing in her veins. As well as the life she carried inside her tummy. A celestial tapestry of the love they've shared, overlapping in many lifetimes and brought together again by fated hands. But there was an energy in the air that prickled along her porcelain flesh. A talons claw scraping along the edges.A surge she couldn't decipher and disembodied voices calling her name. As shadows danced along each candle like jinns cackling and taunting in the night creating labyrinths in her mind. Cryptic puzzle pieces reveal the tearing between the realms beyond the naked eye. Erik seemed to be as haunted as she felt, too. He spending most of his time retreating to the catacombs far below the city streets of Le Paris. The echo of his long, skilled digits tearing over bone-white keys from the laments of his soul far surpassed the encasing of his world that he kept hidden away and hardly revealed.The city was unhinged, and even the patrons acted peculiarly after each showing at the Palais Garnier. Instead of roaring applause, there were tears from unspoken words as lovers' hearts held tighter, clinging to each other's arms. There was a change in the air. A heavy mist that did not lift even as the sun tried its best to penetrate in the day as musical notes flowed along spring blooms and birds echoed each note of the music that he made.Le Paris the city of dreams and shipwrecked parts of one's soul.Katherine was a dancer since the time she was barely knee-high, and the forest surrounding her home in Bulgaria was the music of her young soul. Her days were spent along rolling fields, and her teacher was a willow tree who carved the ebb and flow of each movement she made. Le Paris was a place she had read about in school on sketched pads someone made from their travels abroad. Even now, she recalls the stocky gentleman with permanent flushed cheek barreling in through their tiny school, excited to share his memories of it all. She couldn't remember all that he said that day.Or even exactly what was in the poorly stitched-together notebook he had made. But the one sentence that sparked her heart like a beacon to Le Paris that he said was, 'it was a place where an artist heart was carved and can truly be set free.' Even after her heart stopped beating on that fateful night many centuries ago, she never stopped yearning for this foreign city, a place in her mind drizzled with gold.Le Paris.. Each syllable electrified her mind, and when she first laid eyes upon it, she recalled her younger self. The tsigani girl, whose first teacher was the willow tree, and the dancing girls were buzzing bees and zigzagging dragonflies. While parchment-like leaves clapped excitedly when the dance was done.So much time has passed since she first arrived in the city, and everything she ever yearned for was here all along. Since the moment she was turned, she had searched the world for a cure and wanted to just feel her heart beating once again. Now, as she smoothed her soft palm over her tummy, feeling their unborn fluttering like a butterfly awaiting her time to spread her wings, each memory and moment they had shared since her arrival played in her mind like pages of her favourite novel, and she could see it upon every droplet on a fresh bloom awakening in spring.Her thoughts stilled as the carriage suddenly stopped, and the horses released a heavy sigh after traveling over the mountains from their cottage nestled on the outskirts of the city. As the coachman opened the door, her amber hues fixated on Palais Garnier it was just as beautiful and haunting as she remembered it was. For much of her pregnancy, she kept away from the hustle and bustle of the city, enjoying quieter days in her solitude and priming their home for their daughter's arrival. But as word spread—even over the mountainside of Erik's lament—she braved the city again, longing to be by her husband's side.

The thunderstorms used to scare her when she was a little girl but now, she truly did enjoy them. She was laying on the sofa along with her dog named Mason, who was a bit scarred of the thunder. She pet her dog gently trying to calm his anxiety down, "I know you are scared Mason, it will be fine" she said softly. She turned on the candle and started to hum. The humming usually calmed her dog down. "Come on we are going to write a letter to your nonna, my mamma" she said softly. Sitting up, she grabbed a paper from her desk and grabbed a pen. Her mother had been her strength and her biggest supporter. She was not going to be able to go to New York this Sunday for Mother's Day but she was arranging flowers to be delivered to her mother, as well as a gift. The designer started her letter for her mamma."Mia Cara Madre,Where can I begin mamma? You are truly the inspiration, the strength, and love that I carry within me. You are the bravest person I know, and not only because you are a widow, after the passing of my father but you have been a warrior always being there for myself and Aaron. You are truly the most amazing woman that I know, and the woman I am today is because of you. When things were going downhill for me, you were there to help me up. You were there to pick me up and push me knowing that I could do the best. You are the best cook, besides nonna, you are my everything. Thank you for being my biggest supporter through the ups and downs, from my dancing days to my designing days and currently as a business owner. You don't know how much you mean to me. There are truly no words to describe how much I love you! Thank you for being an amazing mother, my best friend, and an amazing rolemodel. You are a warrior, a strong woman, being a funny woman, and a fighting spirit. I always think that dad is watching over us, and watching over you. I am so proud and happy to call you my mother, mia madre. Ti amo molto. I am sorry I won't be able to be there on Sunday but I hope your gift,your roses and this letter lets you know how special you are to me. You are celebrated, loved and special not only on Mother's Day but every day, mamma. Sending you hugs and kisses, we love, sending love from your daughter and grandson.With love,Isabella Fontana & Mason Fontana. "I think she will love it Mason!" she said softly as the dog barked and cuddled close to her. She was excited that the storm was lifting up. She was excited and hoped that this letter would find her mother well. 

He was promised a vacation away from hunting, Henry told him they would go to Italy, to enjoy some history and Lincoln had always wanted to go there. But Lincoln in the back of his mind had a doubt in his heart that Henry was going to keep to that promise. Henry had phrased it oddly to him so Lincoln was worried they were not going to actually go there, even if that was the case he hoped wherever they went it wasn't a horrible place or whatever they were going to go after wasn't too dangerous, Unaware that Henry had a mission for them that included both things Lincoln did not want to deal with, Russia and Rasputin.Lincoln and Henry arrived at the airport, Lincoln was told to pack for about a week and Henry said that they would be home shortly after they had arrived and no need to pack a lot of things. But it's the middle of winter so he was told to pack for the cold. So he had a coat and long winter pants and good shoes for walking in snow or cold weather. Henry dressed like he always did snazzy and dressed to impress, pompous he was at times it seemed. "Do you think a suit is always for all occasions or are you just too in your head to know better clothing?" Abraham taunted his mentor with a playful snort and jabbed his shoulder with a punch though that got him an elbow jab in the side from the vampire."Grump" he teased as they were taken through security and allowed through, Abraham got a coffee to drink and left to go to the restroom, unaware that Henry slipped some sleepy medication in his drink. He came back unaware and unassuming of Henry's devious behavior. He drank his coffee with no issues as he waited for a long while for their plane and as they boarded and placed their bags away he flopped and yawned."Gah why am I so damn sleepy?" whined the human as he winced before seeing that sparkle in Henry's mischief-ridden eyes as he frowned."We are not going to Italy are we Henry?" he mutters before his world goes dark as he passes out for what seems like forever. Henry could have felt bad but he knew Lincoln's help was needed for this and he knew Lincoln would fight him tooth and nail under his own judgment so he had to play a little dirty to get the human on the plane and situated and left to sleep, The airplane ride was uneventful.When Lincoln finally came to, he was pissed off, he was very pissed off with Henry and now he was overly stressed out as well as the plane had landed and he frowned."Henry where the f*** are we?" he demanded sharply as Henry looked at him with a great apology in his eyes as Lincoiln's eyes went huge as he looked out the window as the blast of snow greeted his gaze as he screamed seeing he was in Russia."HENRY WHY ARE WE HERE?!" he howled in absolute panic and horror before he was slapped sharply upside the head as Henry sighed."Rasputin but listen before you freak out, I promise we will be in and out in a  few days I have the plan to defeat the vampire but I NEED your help so please I know I did some backhanded stuff too get you here but I didn't have a choice" he whispered to his pupil who gave him the most furious glare but he had no other choice at this point so with great reluctance he followed Henry off the plane with their bags. The lucky bastard didn't feel the cold or heat so while Lincoln was freezing his ass off Henry acted like nothing was going on.They had to take a taxi and got to their hotel as they got checked in and given a room, Henry had f***ed it up because there was one bed as well. "Why why did you get one bed?" Abraham whined as Henry snorted."because only you really need to sleep, so you can have it" Henry said pointing to the bed with a bookshelf near it so that Lincoln would be kept entertained while Henry looked over notes and intelligence about this vampire. Then he watched Lincoln walk to the window and stare out."I know you're angry at me Lincoln, But I can't defeat him with your help," he said as Lincoln looked outside being silent and giving Henry the most deathly silent treatment to voice his anger toward his mentor for doing this to him. Henry knew he messed up by how he handled this but what else was he really going to do? He watched the man walk back to the bed grab a book shift away from Henry and stay against the wall back to Henry and read the book.After what felt like forever Henry could not stand the silence as he didn't want Lincoln to be this way the entire time."There is a book fair down the road in a few hours do you want to go and get yourself a book?" he asked with no movement from Lincoln even at the mention of the books or the idea of getting a book. Henry huffed and jumped on the bed and looked at him."You can't be that angry at me"  he whined as he draped himself over Lincoln and started to try and pester his student to get him to at least acknowledge him. He could see Lincoln's heated glare from the book looking at him."Oh, Oh I know," Henry said getting the idea as Lincoln raised an eyebrow but his eyes widened in horror as Henry cracked out his fingers."Think it's about time that the tickle monster came back""No, NO NO NO" Abraham squealed in horror as he thrashed to try and get off the bed but Henry was quick to pin his pupil and started to tickle the sh*t out of him as Lincoln while still mad burst into laughter and squirmed trying to get Henry off but the vampire was far stronger then he was finally getting that smile out of Lincoln. Lincoln laughed as he squirmed and cried out,"MERCY MERCY!!!!" he screamed finally through laughter as Henry smirked and got off of him an ceased his relentless attacks on him."Better?" He inquired as Lincoln sighed and smirked."Fine, As long we can go to the book fair and maybe a drink? And then you can tell me what this plan is so I know what we are doing" he finally gave away his anger and stopped as a small smile pulled on his lips as Henry sighed with relief knowing that Lincoln would be better now."Of course, my treat I'll pay" he agreed with his pupil as Lincoln nodded his head and smirked gently."Maybe if there is an axe store nearby I can get one?""Don't push it Lincoln"

───General Information─── Name: Kim Jaewook Alias: Chaos Age: 30 years old Gender: Male Species: Ex-Human/ Demon Birthplace: Incheon, South Korea Death Place: Seoul, South Korea Birthdate: April 2, 1994 Sexuality: Bisexual ───Personality and Outlook───   Personality: Jaewook's personality is a bit different, he has his moments of being insane but he can act hyper sexual. He was gifted to be a demon but he acts a lot like a incubus, being sexual whenever he feels like it. Jaewook can have a more serious personality as he does have a small touch of his human side still stirring around in his head. He usually acts like he doesn’t care for much of anything, though he struggles with having sensitive emotions towards some things that reminds him of his past.  Usual look: Jaewook is usually wearing darker clothes with some kind of long coat to go with it, his hair is usually tied up though when he feels comfortable enough he will let it hang to his shoulders. Sometimes his hair can be shorter and pushed back but that is a rarity since he takes pride in his longer hair. ───Family and Friends───   Family: Father: Kim Beomsoo [Deceased] Mother: Park Minhee [Deceased] Younger Sister: Kim Haru [Deceased] Friends: Park Kyung: Ex-wanna be lover, died from killing himself No other friends   ───Background───   Jaewook was born and raised by what he thought was a rather loving family, until he reached five years old he began to realize and see the terrors that his father was inflicting on his mother and now him. He would have to watch his mother constantly be beat and abused right in front of him and eventually it began to be inflicted on him. His father would make sure to put bruises and cuts on him in places that nobody at the schools that he went to would be able to notice it. Things only got much worse when his little sister Haru was starting to reach that age as he began to take much more of the abuse so she did not receive it. But Jaewook was able to keep a straight face and try to live life as it was. When Jaewook was 18 years old reaching close to his last years in school while his sister was 16, they both returned home to an event that completely turned Jaewook's world upside down. Upon stepping inside of the house, Jaewook could hear the muffled cries of his mother, making his sister wait outside he began to make his way in. Seeing the shadows in the kitchen he stepped through the door only to feel his blood run cold, there on the table was his dead mother, and his father was there cutting her to pieces, blood was everywhere and her body parts were thrown around like a wild animal had attacked her. Jaewook couldn't move as his father looked over at him and told him to clean it up and discard of the body. Jaewook didn't even get a moment to think when he looked over to see his sister had sneaked her way in and with horror across her face seeing what Jaewook hoped she wouldn't. Jaewook rushed her upstairs to her room and locked the door so their father wouldn't be able to get her as well and did as he said, collecting his mothers body and parts to rush off and find somewhere to hide them. It was only weeks later, seeing his sisters light fading from her eyes that she decided to stay home from school deciding she just needed a moment to herself. Jaewook accepted it and went to school as he always did only to come home and feel the panic hit his heart again as he saw his little sister standing on the roof of their home. He rushed his way to find a ladder so he could climb up to the top trying to talk her away from the edge. Her words will always ring in his head “I'm sorry Wookie, I just wanna see mom again” she told him before she took a jump. Running to the edge he looked down to see her mangled body on the ground in a pool of blood and he felt his mind snap, he had just lost the last person he loved so dearly in his life. Watching his father put on a dramatic show as the ambulance took her body away, Jaewook felt the pit in his chest growing as anger filled him, he couldn't take it any more. At the age of 19 he had decided now was the time, with all the extra abuse he had been given he decided his fathers time was up. As his father was busy in the kitchen working on something Jaewook pulled on a glove, grabbing the baseball bat that was near the front door and began to make his way into the kitchen without making a noise. The then proceeded to bash his fathers head in until he was sure he was dead and began to set the house up to make it look like someone broke into the house. When the police came Jaewook had made himself look beat up and small, the bruises and cuts made by his father made it more believable as the police took it as it was said, taking his fathers body out and Jaewook was a free man. By the age of 25 Jaewook had been through many things, several jobs, waves of depression and anger, until he started selling drugs so he would be able to pay for the house and some basic food, keeping himself alone all this time constantly having nightmares of his past. He eventually met a man by the name of Park Kyung, a man he fell deeply for though their interactions were him simply seeing drugs to him and occasionally spending a night smoking with him and getting so high they slept in the same place. He was finally going to tell the man that he wanted to try and date or at least hang out together and get to know each other a bit more. But the day that Kyung would normally get his normal refill of weed he didn't show up. Jaewook felt a bit confused and concerned asking a fellow dealer if he had heard anything about him and learned that the man had killed himself the night before and his funeral was soon. Jaewook couldn't take any more, everywhere he turned there was death of someone that he wanted to cling onto and it seemed like life didn't want him to have any happiness. He found his way to the highway, somewhere that was really busy during the night, he didn't want to continue on, he was done with dealing with how things were, he wanted to see his mother and his sister again. He looked out seeing the oncoming buses that were making their way loaded with people and he stepped out. He could feel his body crash into the front of the bus, the quick amount of pain before the darkness and silence. But somehow he opened his eyes for one moment, seeing the bus driver over him trying to see if he was alive and that's when he saw it. A grim reaper standing over him, he knew he would be taken away and he was thankful for it. But the grim reaper bent down to whisper in his ear “Your time isn't now, you are wanted for a higher power” and then everything went black again. Jaewook woke the next morning in his ratty apartment aching as he went to look in the mirror in his room and saw all his scars and the wounds he would have had no longer there. A voice in his head told him he was now a demon, the demon of Chaos and his job was to bring chaos to the mortal world, death was not an option for him. Now he spends his time doing whatever he wants, spending time in bars, picking up people, causing havoc where he can, hating the fact he was a demon, and hoping at one point maybe he can finally die.  

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