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Athanasios Croix

"I'll be sleeping just over there."

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a character in “Of Blood and Pastries”, as played by Pandora's Melancholy

Description

Athanasios Croix
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x. Cross
x. ??
x. Male
x. Vampire
x. Coven Member

x. Golden Blonde
x. Jewelled Blue
x. 6'5"
x. 225 lbs.

x. PERFECT RECALL ▸┇ remembers everything
x. TELEPATHY ▸┇ communicates through the mind
x. GARDENER ▸┇ great with plants
x. THOUSAND ARMS ▸┇ summons an array of weapons for his use

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Personality

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        If one is polite, Athanasios would be described as a relaxed and carefree person. But without sugarcoating, the perfect word is laziness for he is the most unmotivated person that anyone would meet in their life.

        Athanasios never frets or be openly distressed about anything. He would not even waste his energy in giving out reactions, saying it is tiresome and makes him stupid. For example, when people do things which makes normal people angry, he speaks serenely and doesn't do anything about it. Instead, he kicks back and chills and that is probably why he is fond of mother nature as it gives him the perfect atmosphere or rather an excuse to slack about. He always says that it is a good day to relax.

        Actually, people surmised Athanasios' personality into two states.

        The first one is the dormant state which refers to Athanasios' period of relaxation where he usually loiters like a petal blown by the wind. During that state, he is the humanoid incarnation of a sloth or a turtle whichever is slower. He could be seen mostly taking a nap or just have a faraway look on his face as he stared into the distance. He even hardly responds to anything and nonchalant in his words. His eyes never sparkle or hold a glimmer of interest. Instead, they seemed so bored and tired.

        As for the second state, it is when Athanasios moves at his own behest which is called the beast state. At this period, he is considered a frightening monster who does not wait, has no mercy and shows no self-restraint. He also has a different priority when it comes to what should be saved first. He believes animals and plants are existences more important than people. So if given a choice between a child and a dog, he would definitely save the dog first. They are more useful to the world as he says.

        Even with that being said, Athanasios does not dislike people. He finds conversations with them informative and convenient since he does not need to even move to learn a lot. But one should never drop their guard around him. Just like the sea, his temperament is quick to change from calm to raging and like nature, he is indiscriminate to who would receive it and feel not an ounce of guilt. Then in a snap, he would return to his usual laid-back self not even considering if his deeds are good or not. To him, he is simply doing what he likes and not allowing himself be dragged into someone's pace.

        Despite Athanasios' lackadaisical nature, he always pays his debts no matter what form or when it is to be done. He does not like owing anyone a favor for too long which suggests that he values his independence. He also says that it is to avoid more work. After all, he would not want his siesta time shortened. Anyway, that is why if he would be a character in a deck of cards, he would be the blank card. One does not know what to expect of him with his fleeting presence.
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History

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        Athanasios is born a human who does not believe in vampire's existences until he was remade into one. And that is the only statement that he would ever speak about his past. He is not very forthcoming about the details of his human life or the moment he was changed into a different species. He would not even reveal who sired him into becoming a vampire. When asked about it, he would just shrugged his shoulders or even react in a way of not even hearing the question. This would suggest that he has something in his past that he does not want to be reminded about or perhaps he just does not like to talk about himself.

        Either way, Athanasios cannot be bothered with a trip down memory lane. He would like instead to listen to others' history lessons. He is not forceful about it though. People just like talking about it with him. He reasoned that those individuals think to soften him up with their own sob stories so he will share his. Unfortunately, life is not fair and easy. To him, listening is more productive and less work for him after all, he does not do the talk in those sessions.

        Anyway, other than Athanasios' unknown origins, his life as a vampire was not impressive in his opinion. It was also not of a big secret that he would cover it up. He is not some kind of agent that the humans watched about in their television screens. Although, he does similar work for the Vampire Council. Despite his indolence, he is still aware that one needs a job to provide him a good place to sleep. He basically works as a hunter who cleans up after the messes of others. If asked about the nature of his work, it would be best to say he is a janitor or a cleaner. Then again, he does not care about labels, so whatever sticks.

        It also helps that Athanasios has a good reputation when it comes to his work. His laxity is left to be desired but he is rather meticulous when it comes to the job and does not complain as long as it does not get in the way of his siesta time. That is why it is not surprising why he is respected by his colleagues and feared by the ghouls he hunts down. Or the fact, he is mostly sent when something foul is afoot that it needs his so-called subtle and brutal touch to end the problem.

        Actually, Athanasios is assigned as the guardian and executioner by the Vampire Council to a dangerous pureblood criminal whom they keep iced for a very long time. He found it rather troublesome since it included too much work but he was granted a lot of vacation leave so, he eventually said yes. The lure of him sleeping in for many days was worth the trouble named, Selene le Valnosia. His peaceful days were no longer the same even more when he was dispatched along with other coven members to a small town.

        Based on the information, it was just a simple reconnaissance mission which should not have much of a fuss. However, Athanasios was well-aware how things are different on what is written and what is actually there. Furthermore, the Vampire Council would not send him and the others to such a remote place because it was simple. If it was, some low-level grunt would have been sufficient to handle this matter.

        There was something amiss and Athanasios can see that he will need to do a lot of work for this mission. If that was the case, they should not mind if he literally sleeps on the job on the occasion. After all, that is a perk he requested to have when he undertook this mission. So, he will utilize it until he is satisfied. It is rather fitting since he will be going to Sanctuary, a perfect name for a place to slack about.

So begins...

Athanasios Croix's Story

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Character Portrait: The Council Character Portrait: Cassandra Aldric Character Portrait: Lucian Dubois Character Portrait: Selene le Valnosia Character Portrait: Darcy McClary (wip) Character Portrait: Athanasios Croix Character Portrait: Vicentius Caelum
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Cassandra pulled the black coat a little closer to her body. It was unusually cold this morning, even for it to be on the last remnants of autumn. It didn't bother her too much; she'd always enjoyed the cold weather. She glanced to her side, noting the tired look on Lucian's face as he trailed slowly beside her. She wasn't that much shorter than him—keeping up with his strides wasn't an issue—but the look on his face had her pursing her lips together. His hair, bright rose and usually well-kept, seemed a little disheveled. If he was going for the messy tail look, he didn't have it quite down. It suited his handsome features, though, she would give him that.

His eyes, usually a bright ruby color, seemed a little more on the dull side. “Luc," she called out, making her voice seem as quiet as possible as to not startle him. “Have you been getting enough sleep?" she asked, causing him to turn his attention towards her. He smiled, a bit rueful if she were being honest, and nodded his head.

“It's not sleep that I'm lacking," he began, a soft yawn escaping him as he moved his hand to cover his mouth. “I just have a few things I need to take care of, and time seems to get away from me," he responded, earning a scowl from Cassandra.

“That's the same thing as not getting enough sleep, Luc," she replied, but dropped the subject. She wasn't going to get any more information out of him—she ought to just drop the subject, now. He chuckled softly beside her, though, and yawned a bit more deeply this time. Cass resisted the urge to roll her eyes and settled for fumbling the keys in her pocket. She only lived a few blocks away, and walking to work seemed like the more plausible thing to do. Lucian lived in an apartment complex not too far from Nova, and always made it a point to walk with her. She didn't mind; it was nice walking with someone. It was also nice that he didn't feel the need to fill the silence with awkward conversation.

They spoke when they wanted to, and remained silent when it was appropriate. It took them a few more minutes before they reached the establishment of Café Nova, and Cassandra unlocked the front door, pushing it open so that she could enter. Lucian was right behind her, making his way towards the back where the employee lockers were located. It was still a little early, and they had about an hour to set up shop. Darcy and the others would be arriving soon as well, to help out with the preparations.

“Hey Luc, can you—"

“Already prepping the coffee and espresso machine. Also got the oven preheating for the pastries," he interjected before she could finish her sentence. She smiled and shook her head.



Rashid smiled, holding his hands behind his back as he trudged through the community of Sanctuary. It was a quaint town, small in a way that seemed almost boorish. And he did so enjoy the atmosphere. There were a few smells that were intriguing to him, however; a particular scent—two if he were being honest with himself—managed to catch his attention. A peculiar woman with hair as white as fresh snow, walked calmly beside a man who was, perhaps, a couple of inches taller than Rashid, himself. He had blush rose hair, tied loosely in a half-tail.

He'd have found it attractive if it weren't for the scents currently occupying his senses. “My, my..." he stated to himself. He'd left the other members of the coven to their own devices. They had their orders: find the alpha ghoul and the reason why so many of them were currently situated in this particular town. They could do that and have some fun, right? With that in mind, Rashid followed the two individuals. If he had to compare their scents, he would have to say they resembled roses and lilacs, respectively.

“How lovely." They'd entered a small bakery shop titled Café Nova, though the name itself was slightly strange. Did the owner intend for the shop to die in a beautiful explosion? He forgot how strangely sentimental humans could be. He's lived for nearly two millennia; his older sister lived for nearly three. He could see the shop was still closed, and instead, decided to perch himself in one of the alleyway corners. He could blend into the shadows from there and wait until the bakery opened in the next hour. A creature of habit, he supposed.



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"This is so boring." It was spoken in a sing-song voice that cannot be denied belong to a female. It even had a nice tone but it was followed by the sound of shattering glass upon the marble floor. "So, you wouldn't mind it if I continue to break everything here right?" The culprit was none other than the owner of that female voice who has a notable bored expression on her face. Her voice even indicated a semblance of ennui. "Are you really taking this whole ghoul mission thing seriously?"

There was no response at all which only served to irate. "Hey corn hair!" This was followed by a sound of something being thrown and then the familiar shattering of glass echoed. "I want to go out now! That black bean is already out and about and I am stuck here!" Clearly, she was not pleased. "With you." It ended with a hateful sigh and then replaced quickly with a Cheshire-like smile. "Unless you want me to eat you all up." That remark held a curious joy at the end partnered with a smile indicating her willingness to do so.

She was a bit hungry and the meal before her was not bad at all.

It was a man with golden blonde hair which seemed to sparkle on its own paired with those unique jeweled blue eyes. His skin was flawless and a physique that is fitting for a buffed model. His features were actually much to her taste and she knew better for a fact that he could easily make anyone fall head over heels for him. The only thing that is wrong with him is his personality which brings all of his aces to a zero. It is a good thing that it doesn't affect the taste though. "Silence means yes, my dear Athanasios Croix."

ImageThat seemed effective as Athanasios who was rather focused on writing down something while reading a bunch of paper finally raised his head and met her gaze. There was not a spark or a hint of emotion behind those jeweled blue eyes of his. It was like staring into the eyes of the dead. "That sounds fun." He said it in a monotonous manner. "Go ahead, Lady Selene le Valnosia." There was no change in his expression or rather, he looks more bored than she is.

Selene flopped on to the sofa she was sitting on as she now stared at the ceiling. "You are no fun at all." Athanasios did not remove his eyes on her as he observed the only female member of this coven. Her black hair that seemed to be darkness itself and her deep red eyes that never loses its life made quite a contrasting pair. Her skin smooth and white like that of a bisque doll. She also has an alluring body perfect for enticement. Among the women he had met, he will say that she is indeed one of the most beautiful. But, she is also proof of how the most beautiful things are very deadly.

"Let's go."

That makes Athanasios wonder why would the Council want such a dangerous creature like Selene alive and even have her be moving around. He was certain no one would miss her. But, it is not really a concern for him. He just needs to do his job and would be able to take a very long uninterrupted vacation. He was already imagining the long hours of sleep he will be having soon enough. It was making all the troublesome things an afterthought at this point. That was the seductive lure that made him accept the missions.

"Finally!" Selene quickly stood from her position and had an expression that resembles a child getting that favorite treat or toy. "Hurry up!" She ran towards the doors. Athanasios remained completely unbothered by her enthusiasm. He moved at his pace while remembering the need to buy more pillows. There was a lack in his bed and he needed more. That was the main and only reason he decided to leave the room. Anyway, he finally took notice of the broken glass scattered about the floor. "A snail is way faster than you. Hurry!" She finally opened the doors when he was just four paces from her and then headed to the stairs. He on the other hand was nonchalant as always while locking the door behind him.

Athanasios remembered that they would need to find proper accommodations. They were still staying at an inn but he was lazy to do that. It is best to leave that for the others. Once, he reached the stairs in which Selene was waiting below. "Forgot my wallet." Turning his back at her, she rolled her eyes while releasing a disgruntled sigh. She will never understand why he was chosen to watch over her. The Council really likes to mess around but that is the same for her. Well, he is a good emergency meal so it is tolerable.

Anyway, Athanasios and Selene were finally able to leave the inn. While they were walking, she then smelled something odd in the air which made her smile. "I want to go there." She looked at her companion and pointed at a certain direction. He looked at it and found a general store. So without another word, he continued on his way to buy some pillows completely ignoring the fact that she was not pointing at the store which happened to be there. "Hey! That is not the place!" Finally entering the general store, he immediately asked the store clerk present. "Pillows, a lot please." At this point, she released a frustrated sigh and was about to destroy the general store just to bury him inside when someone placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hm?"

Selene looked at the owner of the hand to find out who has the guts to touch her without permission. And, she did find out.

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Character Portrait: The Town of Sanctuary Character Portrait: The Council Character Portrait: Cassandra Aldric Character Portrait: Lucian Dubois Character Portrait: Selene le Valnosia Character Portrait: Darcy McClary (wip) Character Portrait: Athanasios Croix Character Portrait: Vicentius Caelum
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Lucian gave Darcy a rueful smile, but shook his head. “Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, reaching inside of the cooler by the counter, and pulled a bottle of water from it. He twisted the top off, took a drink, and sighed softly. He really did need to get a good night's sleep. All the research he'd been doing last night wasn't bringing him any closer to the answers he wanted. But of course he couldn't share this with his employer nor his coworker. This was something he had to do, and no one else.

“Though I wouldn't mind any help with the counter. If you man the register today, I can take care of the cleaning and orders," he stated, glancing in Darcy's direction. Cassandra made a soft huffing noise, like she'd found something amusing, however; Lucian raised a brow in her direction. “What's so funny?" he asked in a curious manner. There weren't many things, he'd learned, in the shop that were in any form, amusing. Cass glanced in his direction and rolled her eyes.

“I wasn't amused; it's not amusing when you're out of sugar," she responded, giving him a flat stare. It was his turn to roll his eyes, and shook his head. “Hey, Darcy?" Cass called out, glancing in Darcy's direction. “Can you watch the store with Luc? I need to make a quick run to dad's," she spoke, causing a ghost of a smile to cross Lucian's face. She spoke of her own father as if he was their father too. It was like her to think of it as a small family, but he supposed he didn't mind.

“And Luc, behave yourself while I'm gone, okay?"

She didn't have to tell him that.



Rashid watched as the snow-haired woman exited the café, and head in the direction he knew his roommates to be in. It wasn't hard to know they'd left the inn when he had trackers on them. But he supposed that was just a byproduct of his abilities. It was mainly the reason the Council assigned him as part of the group. Each individual, different as they were, were all under the Council's watchful eye. Especially the le Valnosia woman. She was believed to be a dangerous entity, sentenced to eternal slumber for her crimes, but Rashid didn't really care much about that. He was, by far, the oldest member of the coven, and whatever deeds or crimes she, or the others, committed, were none of his business.

As long as they received results for their mission, that's all that mattered to him. So, he allowed his feet to carry him in the direction of the café, and entered the shop with a bit of confused smile. The pink-haired man Rashid saw earlier, was no where to be seen, however; he spotted a peculiar woman behind the counter. Dark-haired, fair-skinned, and grey-eyed. She couldn't have been younger than twenty, but the sort of youth she exude was one of someone who'd seen her fair share of hard work. Rashid supposed he could appreciate that kind of fulfillment in a human. He'd, after all, forgotten what it actually felt like to work. So many years have been lost to him, but he wasn't going to complain. He had nothing but time, and he would go at his own pace to live a fulfilled life.

“Hello Miss," he greeted, smiling in a way that made him not as threatening as he could be. He wasn't here to scare anyone, after all. He just wanted to know why she, and the other two people he'd seen, smelled so... nice. Maybe it was something in the water around here?



The chiming of the bell in the General Store signaled the arrival of a new person. If Selene and Vicentius looked, they would have noticed a young woman with snow-like hair, enter the building. She seemed lost in thought since her lips were pursed thinly and her brows were furrowed. It looked like she was chewing the bottom of her lip in a thoughtful manner, but when she glanced in their direction, she blinked in mild surprise.

“Oh, did you need help with anything? I'm sure Mr. Aldric would be more than willing to help you if you did," she stated, smiling in their direction. A throat being cleared, however, managed to catch her attention.

“You know you're not supposed to help when you've your own business to run, Cassandra," the newcomer spoke. He was older, perhaps in his early sixties from the looks of him, but he wore a gentle smile in Cassandra's presence. She chuckled softly and shook her head.

“You've customers to attend to, dad. I'll go make myself un-useful elsewhere," she stated, placing a hand on his shoulder before turning away. Mr. Aldric, however, turned towards Selene and Vicentius, grey eyes narrowed, and tilted his head as if he were trying to study both of them.

“Is there something I can help you with?"

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Character Portrait: The Town of Sanctuary Character Portrait: Cassandra Aldric Character Portrait: Selene le Valnosia Character Portrait: Athanasios Croix Character Portrait: Vicentius Caelum
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Selene looked over her shoulder and her eyes held a distinct notion of disgust and irritation. She hated people telling her what to do or not to do. It is tripled when the person saying it was someone she doesn't like at all. All of those negatives concentrated into one entity whose name was Vicentius Caelum. "You want to die don't you Blue Boy?" Her voice did not hide her irritation. Her expression also did not hide her disdain. She was well acquainted with his Clan. They were an annoying bunch. VERY MUCH.

"Never touch me." Selene was not going to end it with just words as tendrils of black slowly came out of her fingers. BUT. This was immediately stopped when a scent entered through the store without any ceremony. It quickly took her attention which was followed by a voice. The scent apparently came from a snow-white haired woman, a clear contrast to her night black hair. Her eyes narrowed in curiosity and slowly the corner of lips lifted. It seemed this town was not a lost cause. Moreover, the odd scent she picked up was the same as this newcomer girl.

Completely forgetting Vicentius at the moment, Selene moved forward to reach for the snow-white haired girl. But, she was blocked by the appearance of an old man. She could care less about the store. She was more interested in that girl with a peculiar scent. "Get---."

Image"Do you have hypoallergenic pillows?" Timely or perhaps a coincidence, Athanasios entered the conversation. His eyes did not even look at Selene or Vicentius. He was focused on the fact of his pillows. He needed to ensure having a good sleep. Frankly, that is really what matters to him in the end. The rest is just other matters that can be dealt with once he is done with his sleeping affairs.

"Scented candles too." Athanasios' face was completely at ease and despite being Selene's guardian who seemed willing to get herself into trouble at every turn, he was more concerned about ensuring he would have a good sleep. "I couldn't find any on the displays." It was at that point he lifted his gaze and saw his so-called ward and Vicentius. There was not a sparkle though in his jeweled blue eyes. "Did you find anything you like? and Hello Vic."

That was also when Athanasios finally took heed of his surroundings. When he is focused on sleeping, he does not care for those around him, so it was only when he noticed a lingering scent that entices. "Something smell nice." He followed his nose and noticed a white-haired girl. "You should wear that perfume, Val."

Athanasios noted nonchalantly while Selene could only release another frustrated sigh. She was surrounded by idiots. If it was like this, she would have not minded sleeping for eternal. The standard of what is being a Vampire has surely dropped in her slumber. "You are impossible! Stop your shopping and be useful! Take that girl!" She angrily spatted at him who was still nonchalant as ever. "This is important more than that scent. If you want, you should ask her where she buys her perfume." This was really impossible. The Council must have wanted to punish her with sheer annoyance. "Idiot. You are really an idiot." She could only cover her face in embarrassment for being acquainted with him while this was followed by laughter.