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Darcy McClary (wip)

Cafe Nova employee. Dreams of being a... Blacksmith?

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a character in “Of Blood and Pastries”, as played by Kuroe


Darcy McClary

x. Darcy's usually short enough
x. 20
x. Female
x. Human
x. Cafe Employee — Potential

x. Black
x. Grey
x. 5'4"
x. 120 lbs.

x. PEOPLE PERSON ▸┇ She's endearing, at least.
x. BLACKSMITH ▸┇ She makes knives mainly, other metal objects too. Woodworking's a strong suit, too.
x. CUTTING ▸┇ She can cut stuff real good. Cooking or otherwise doesn't come as naturally.
x. POTENTIAL ▸┇ [ locked ] blood heightens the ability of a vampire


        First and foremost, Darcy McClary likes things. She likes people. She likes food. She likes animals. And she has a special soft spot for knives.

        It's not always easy to see, but Darcy is a blacksmith. Learned the trade out of high school from some bladesmiths she had come to admire. It's one of the few hobbies she's kept throughout the years. She can talk the ears off of rocks about the stuff. Metals, styles, histories, you name it. To be fair, though, she can talk about a lot of things. Her interests are varied and usually incomplete, but she can talk about any of them for a damn long time.

        She works at the Cafe for money, mainly, but her blacksmithing hobby, as it were, isn't exactly a group effort. A lot of time, a lot of focus, and a lot of not-talking goes into her blacksmithing. She needs the social aspect of it, as she'll gladly tell anyone who has a passing interest. See, Darcy's what you might call an open person. Most of her interests and knowledge is fair game to talk about, but she also wears her heart on her sleeve for the most part.

        Darcy moved to Sanctuary with her cousin Ronan when she was 19. She'd just finished her stint as a blacksmith apprentice (albeit a short one. The opportunity was too solid to pass up.) Some old family friends were moving out of their house, but they wanted someone to take care of it. Old memories and such, they wanted to have a place to visit, all that jazz. Darcy saw a fantastic opportunity to get enough space to build on her passions as a blacksmith, and she convinced her cousin to split the duties with her in the big house in the mountains.

        Darcy's life before that isn't all too important to her. She went to school, had friends, played sports. Her parents don't exactly support her unorthodox ambitions, but they haven't stopped her yet. She wasn't all that close to her cousin Ronan, either. He moved up with her for his own reasons. But he's cool, at least. She met Cassandra to apply for a job. "Pastry shop" hadn't been on her shortlist of jobs, but it pays money and she likes croissants.

So begins...

Darcy McClary (wip)'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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Character Portrait: Cassandra Aldric Character Portrait: Lucian Dubois Character Portrait: Darcy McClary (wip)
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Darcy pulled into the small parking lot behind Cafe Nova, grabbing her coat and backpack from the passengers seat. Walking up to the back door, she gave it a small tug. Still locked. She pulled her coat tighter and started to walk around the building. These mornings weren’t the easiest for her. The cold, sure, that was fine, but it was the mist in the mountains up here that really sunk into your bones. She rounded the corner and-

She turned on her heel, peering out across the dim street. The sun hadn’t risen over the mountains yet, and a lacy mist was still settled over the town. No one was there. Of course no one was there. It was an hour before even the bakery opened, and the streets were dark and cold. No one would be out walking in this part of town. A car passed by, its headlights bathing the street in a yellow glow, making the mist seem even thicker. She still didn’t see anyone. Something just felt... off? She shrugged and shivered, but whether it was from the cold or something else, she didn’t know.

She turned again and flung the door to the cafe open, sighing in the warmth.
”Helloooo Lucian, g’mornin boss!” She called out, waving to Lucian and Cassandra. She strode to the back and set her things down, not bothering to put them in a locker, and slipped on the rough, canvas, black and yellow striped apron she wore during work hours and grabbed a broom to sweep the front. She stopped in the kitchen and smiled at the two. They were, without a doubt, beautiful. They looked a little more like they belonged on a runway than a cafe. Well. Cassandra did.
”Lucian, um... You doin okay, man?” she said, frowning. He didn’t look bad, per se, just... duller than normal.”Need me to take care of anything over here?”


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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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Darcy laughed a little when Lucian realized he had no sugar. A little.

“What can we start making without it?” she asked before she heard the door to the front open.

She turned around quickly, thinking it was Cass again. ”Ah, hey there, yo-“ she stopped. Hoooooo boy that was a surprise. He was certainly something. She worked with some damn attractive people, but she was used to that. This guy was new. And he also looked like a model. A model with some nice pecs.

“Hey there, we’re uhhh... we’re still opening up, is there anything you need, mr...?” She regained her composure before she started drooling. Or asked if he had any friends she could meet.

“Rashid, but if it's easier on your tongue, you may call me Ras," he replied just as smoothly. He was still smiling at Darcy when he glanced towards the menu located behind her. He seemed to be reading what they had available as far as drinks went, and settled on something.

“If it's not too much, I'd like a latte," he replied as his eyes narrowed with his smile. He glanced at the case where all of the premade pastries were, and his eyes widened slightly. “Is that a blueberry tart? May I have that as well?" he asked, pointing inside of the case.

Darcy looked back at Lucian, thought about it, and shrugged.

“Course, let me just get the coffee machine turned on and warmed up, Mr.... er... Ras.” She said. It wasn’t exactly conventional to serve customers this early, but they were set up well enough, and he didn’t seem to be expecting their freshest of goods. Also he was hot. “What are you driving around... um. Walking around here this early in the morning for, sir?” she asked, noticing that she couldn’t see a car parked in front of the building that he would have come from. A little odd, and he wasn’t sweating or anything, so he wasn’t on a run... probably? Actually, now that she looked at him, there was something noticeably odd about him.

She put the mug under the espresso machine and looked back at him, trying to figure out what was wrong... just in time to have hot espresso drip directly onto her hand. She pulled it back, managing to only whisper a string of expletives, and promptly forgot what she had been thinking about.

“Ow. Ow. Sorry, this doesn’t usually happen. Uhhh...” She looked back at Lucian, rubbing her hand and flicking off the machine. “Hey Luc, can you grab a latte for our friend here?” She smiled at him, instead grabbing his pastry from beneath the counter with her good hand.