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Mikel Cornett

"I don't care."

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a character in “Making of Myths”, as played by phoenix_lynx

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Mikel once used to be a charming flirtatious guy who was known to be quite of a player in his teen years when he was still human. However he soon became quiet and extremely introverted, making little contact with anyone around him. Although many find him to be mysterious and attractive, he is known for being quite blunt and sharp at anyone who tries to become friendly with him. His answers are usually short without giving much and sometimes Mikel finds it troublesome just to engage to individuals.

As the years go by he becomes more and more apathetic especially since he's been living for so long. Mikel has become desensitised to many horrors which he finds is something that comes with being a vampire. He is viewed as cold hearted and hardly displays his emotions, usually because of this he has almost no friends and doesn't seem to care especially since he moves around a lot. However he is extremely intelligent and is a huge fan of learning new things. This can be from learning new languages to reading classic literature. Mikel's only love is learning new skills and exploring as much as he can since living for long can get quite boring easily.






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Mikel Cornett was born in Annecy, an alpine town in south-eastern France on February 14th, 1513. Born into a middle class family the boy experienced somewhat of an easy going and enjoyable life with his three older sisters. His family's cottage was situated right next to the River Thiou which meant that the family often had dinners during the night besides the River.

The family owned their own bakery and sold an assortment of fresh baked goods. His mother, Leeane was known to make the best desserts and often held dinner parties for the local community. Mikel, as the only son was loved dearly by all the members of the family, especially his older sisters who dressed him up prettily as a child due to his naturally long locks. He grew up attending a local religious school for boys and did exceptionally well in his studies causing his teachers to have high expectations of him.
As a young man Mikel, aged 21 was always popular with the ladies and many had their eyes on him. As the perfect gentlemen he treated women perfectly and although he was quite the player, often juggling between several women at a time; he always treated them well. His oldest sister Fae got married quite quickly, at a mere age of 16 with a boy she had known for many years. Fae had her own children quite early on in the marriage e and much to Mikel's excitement he soon had a niece and a nephew to spoil.

It seemed that all was well in Annecy until one day out of the blue a disease spread all too quickly. Mikel was 24 at the time of the spread. The disease which is still unknown today caused throat infections and problems with difficulty and because the beginning symptoms were so ordinary, no one would know they were infected until it was too late. The town was soon cut off from the rest of the country due to the contagious nature of the disease and in turn the town were left to die out without any help. Both of Mikel's parents quickly caught the disease and were sent away to a closed of space in a desperate attempt to keep the disease contained. Quickly the main hospital was filled with people trying to survive and without a cure many began to die while suffering.

Before Mikel knew it his family died one by one, first his mother, then his father. Rachelle, his second oldest sister was next and then Fae with her own family. Leona, the youngest of the sisters was soon left with Mikel as he tried urgently to escape the town in hopes to remain healthy with her. At the border, although the two were healthy, the troops didn't allow them in which lead to Leona soon falling ill. Mikel tried to tend to her as the town was now in utter chaos but it was difficult for him. Only after a few months Leona died and Mikel had to bury the last of his family member.

He had always wondered why the disease had not come for him, why he had to suffer and watch his family members die. It was only until he met a vampire while crossing the border illegally that he figured out that he had some vampire blood in him which stopped the disease from reaching him. Although this blood was only a little, probably due to some long lost ancestors, he himself hated it. He wasn't a full vampire, nor was he half. In actual fact he just happened to be a human with a drop of vampire blood so insignificant but important enough for his immunity.

At the age of 27, he began to close up and isolate himself. Often going months without leaving his small little apartment in Paris. It was also around then that a vampire had realized his history and decided to turn Mikel into a full fledge vampire. Knocked up from drinking too much in a poor state, he was bitten and left to find out that he had became his worst nightmare.

Since then he has been travelling endlessly around the world, never staying in one place for too long. Because of this he ended up learning many different languages and was able to experience countless historic events. Mikel decided to move to Lake Grove, Virginia around 1815 as he heard that the vampire who turned him was staying there. In order to hunt him down he decided to move and stay there as long as he could to find the man.


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Mikel Cornett's Story

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October 28 || Nighttime
xxxxxx Ophelia arrived back at Lake Grove at early evening. Her bright red Ferrari came to a halting stop in front of the town’s local hotel. β€œBasically Four Seasons” she stated with an eye roll. The last time she’d been here she’d compelled a women to take her into her house, but present day that just wouldn’t have worked. So here she was, the girl whom was used to all the glitz and glamour in life, checking into a dump. This better be worth it, Ophelia thought to herself but knowing full and well that she just had to know what was going to happen to this town with the other vampire’s back.

Ophelia herself was a striking difference to the rest of the town, while it all seemed old and rustic, she was young and modern. How ironic, Ophelia thought as she took in the fact that she was 413 years old. Although she looked none of it with her thin legs and bouncy hair, her soul was ancient. Her body was adorned in tight black leather pants, a black tank top and a leather jacket, all completed with curly hair and black pumps. Defiantly up with the times, and the bad girl image.

After checking into the hotel, putting her bags away and applying a bit more red lipstick Ophelia was out the door again, time not to be wasted with such important things going on. It was better to get things done quickly so she could leave as soon as possible.

She found herself in a local bar, ordering tequila on the rocks, slowly sipping it while she looked around. The town had the same appeal as it did back in the day and somehow somethings never changed. Grinning to herself she remembered the good old days, having the wonderful woman that welcomed her into her house for dinner every night, rivalries with the other vampires, tricking the witches into giving her what she wanted, life was perfect here.

Ophelia took this chance to listen in on other conversations, see if she could pick up on something useful to her. She focused her hearing and she tried to distinguish voices. Between the bickering couples and drunk men she heard two girls talking about a party. Perfect, she thought.

After she heard Halloween party Ophelia couldn’t help but smile, her love for costumes running deep. Oh the irony. Swiftly she slipped off the stool and went back home to whip up the perfect costume.

An hour later Ophelia was ready, adorned in a slutty nurses costume with fake blood splotches splattered across her body and 7 inch red high heels. With her dark makeup Ophelia looked equally terrifying and sexy, the main two things she is always trying to achieve.

Getting into her red Ferrari Ophelia skidded off towards the party, arriving fashionably late. Slipping out of her car she looked around at everyone, a smirk growing on her face as she scanned the area searching for familiar faces. It was good to be back.

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Willow slid down the banister of the staircase that lead to a tiny door squeezed between the general store and pet store. Her apartment was far from glamorous, nestled a top the old general store. But the rent was cheap and she was able to stay under the radar. She needed a costume for the stupid halloween party. She liked halloween but going around a bunch of retarded towns people that call her a freak isn't always her cup of tea. She skipped down the sidewalk, blasting music in her earbuds as she made her way towards the only costume store in this tiny little town.

Will was just minding her own business as she bounced down the road, her thoughts on the coming events with the return of the vampires when a figure jumped out right in front of her causing her to come to a stop like slamming into a brick wall. Glancing up while she pulled out her earbuds, she prepared to unleash a bunch of wrath upon the person that interrupted her favorite song.
"What the-" She was cut off mid sentence by some of those preachy church people that had a stand out on the sidewalk in front of the town church.

Before she even had the chance to say no thank you or just ignore them and walk around, one woman had already began preaching to her.
"something something Going to hell! Repent!... blah blah Reject this Satanic holiday that draws the Demons of hell to Lake Grove. Vampires! Witches! ABOMINATIONS!" Will was about to just walk around the stupid woman but couldn't help but smirk at the mention of the, most definitely real, abominations. "...Witches you say?" "Oh yes," the woman added in an amused tone that showed she was more than thrilled that Willow was taking and interest in her bogus testimony.

"Lake Grove is home to some of the most powerful witches in the world. Rumor even says that The Phoenix witch resides in this exact town!" She was truly amused at this very oblivious woman, "Phoenix?" A witch that is said to be immortal. They can die but then come back to life shortly after. I strongly advise you keep a wary eye out for those in this town, for they may not be what they seem and take you on the path to hell!" "Witches..." She half snorted as she held out her right hand to catch a green apple that appeared out of nowhere and fell into her hand. Her left hand raising to scratch at the scar that wrapped around her neck, before grinning "Lemme know if you ever find this... Phoenix!" With that she took a bite of the apple while scooting around the woman who's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head. Will raised her free hand to wiggle her fingers in a wave, "Ta!"

Finally making her way to the costume store, she slipped through the door and waved at the store owner before rummaging through racks and racks of clothing. She was about to give up when she saw bright red fabric sticking out from a rack towards the back of the store. She couldn't help but laugh out loud at the irony when she pulled out the sexy dress that was very reminiscent of a Phoenix. Without hesitation, she bought the outfit and quickly returned to her apartment to prepare for the evening. The dress was made of red silk with an open back and a slit up the right side that reached all the way up to her hip. The matching red gloves connected to orange mesh, sequin wings that attached to her black choker. Wearing a black venetian masquerade mask and black stilettos, she finished the look off with gold make up and different assortments of feathers throughout her blonde hair. Over all she looked like a sexy fiery goddess... And she loved it!

Will probably would have been on time to the party if she didn't spend so much time staring in the mirror in aw, not even recognizing her own reflection. She arrived just in time to see a woman slip out of a Ferrari dressed as a slutty nurse costume... typical.
"You know... Ferrari's are a rare thing in Lake Grove." She eyed over the car before giving the woman a once over, not very impressed by the typical costume choice. "It'll be easy to find you if you ruffle any feathers." With that Willow twirled past the woman and made her way inside.





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Roman could not be happier now that he's free. It didn't take him long at all to begin to reek some havoc and add a good couple dozen names to the ever growing list. "What the hell am I going to do when I run out of skin?" He thought out loud to himself as he looked over his naked body in the mirror after exiting the shower. He didn't bother putting on a towel or covering his form as he walked throughout his house. He noticed the windows were open, but again he did not care. Considering he thought of himself as basic perfection he didn't see why he needed to hide that from the world, plus he simply had no shame.

Rome sighed as he opened the doors to his closet, eyeing over contents of the quite large walk in that held more clothes than most people could wear in a life time. He chuckled at the irony of his own thought. Making his way to his costume section... Yes, he had a section specifically for his costumes, he tried to decide what to wear. He had it narrowed down to 2, almost going with the Count Dracula. He had always had a love for theatrics and what better than dressing up as a vampire, pure perfection. But instead he decided to go with the classier option, one of his favorites... The Phantom of the Opera.It took him longer than most women to get dressed in the simple black suit, red cape and white mask that covered half of his face. He also made sure to slick back his hair and put black makeup under the eye sockets of the mask for the full effect before he left out of his over priced house. Waiting outside in the driveway was a limo that would escort him to the party.

The limo pulled up to the large party just before a Ferrari pulled in behind him, followed by a woman in all red that must have walked... Pity. He stepped out of the limo, closing the door before adjusting the suit coat and cloak upon his shoulders. He couldn't help but smirk towards the woman in red and the woman dressed in a scandalous Nurse costume... He had no arguments with getting on a first name basis with either. Adding them to a mental list of women to keep his eye on, he nodded his head in a polite greeting towards the girls before heading to the party. Being the gentleman that he is, he felt obliged to hold open the door for the ladies,
"Ladies first." Once the blondes had entered, he followed in after them and weaved his way through the crowd towards the bar.

Taking a seat at the bar, he ordered a scotch on the rocks before sitting back and taking in the view of the large party. Making sure to glance at every being in the room, he began to make a tally of the people of interest and those that he had no desire of even crossing paths with. One thing he knew for sure... That tonight he would not be leaving alone, or hungry.

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Seraphina sighed gently to herself as she brushed out the tangles in her hair. It had been an incredibly long day filled with various different part time jobs and babysitting between them. She could hardly keep her eyes open and if she didn't have that party to attend to, she'd probably already be in bed.The fact that the girl couldn't say no had become the bane to her existence, especially since her father couldn't attend due to him catching a cold a few days prior. As the woman of the house, it was only right for her to attend for the both of them, and after all, it was meant to be a happy occasion of celebrating.

With a quick glance towards the clock Seraphina cleared her throat, mumbling about whether she even had anything to wear for tonight's grand occasion. A masquerade seemed too formal for her liking but it seem nice for once to be dressing up. "Maybe I should just not attend, I don't even have anything suitable to wear," she whispered to herself, biting her lower lip. Seraphina rushed to her closet, scanning every item of clothing she had and finally let out a frustrated yell. "I'll never be ready in time at this point."

At this point Matthew who had heard his daughter yell popped his head around the corner. "Sera, you okay poppet?"

Seraphina smiled towards her father and ushered towards her closet with a 'I have nothing to wear' look. She fell onto her bed and stared at her nails which she had painted beforehand for the occasion.

"I thought that might be the case, I've got something out for you, it belonged to your mother back when she was around your age..." Matthew walked to his room to get the dress and quickly returned with it. He held it up for her, waiting for her reaction.

Seraphina widened her eyes in shock as her eyes trailed down at the gorgeous blue dress, with an excited squeal she ran up to her dad offering him a hug before taking the dress. Shooing her father, she quickly got herself ready for the party. As someone who wasn't a huge make up fan, she settled for some light and natural make up, something to make her eyes shine. Slipping on her black heels which she hadn't worn in such a long time, Seraphina put on her black studs and walked out of her room, grabbing her clutch as she went. Her eyes fell on a masquerade mask that had been put there by her father and with a smile she left the house. She would be a princess for the night, her costume? Cinderella-ish.

Before long she had arrived at the place and had already settled indoors with a glass of champagne.







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Mikel took a glass of champagne when the waiter offered him one and without acknowledging the poor boy took a sip. He was far to sober to be here and although had told himself not to attend, somehow he found himself putting on a suit and attending anyway. The mask which he had found at a shop nearby was oddly comforting, hiding his identity was something he did too often these days.

Before he knew it he was already on his 5th glass, and with much to his dismal he was yet to get tipsy. This whole vampirism meant that his alcohol tolerance was extremely high. Back when he was, well human and in Annecy he was such a lightweight that he was always teased for it. His tolerance was worse than his own sisters and during dinner parties the town would joke about his drunken behaviors. But now drinking away his sorrows wasn't an option he had. Another negative to add to his ongoing list of being a dreaded vampire.

He scanned the crowd, seeing a few familiar faces but then again he had the tendency to stay away from people and engage in little interaction so no wonder he didn't know too many people to get close enough to. He quickly grew tired of people, socializing became more of a chore than not, especially since he lived for far too long. Death would be greatly rewarding at this point. But then again not before finding the one who did all this to him.