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Ivan Moreau

"Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag."

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a character in “Bellingstone”, as played by Scarlet Loup

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"Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag."
~ John Steinbeck




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FULL NAME
Ivan Claudius Certus Moreau
nee "Claude Henri Moreau"

NICKNAMES
"Van" - a shortening of an already short name, often preferred to his first name
"Fangs" - common among the supernaturals of the town, also prone to negative reaction

DATE OF BIRTH
April 12th, 1740

AGE
277

OCCUPATION
Librarian, Director of the Bellingstone Library System, runs a book club on the side

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Bisexual

DIALOGUE COLOR
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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Bitten in his late thirties, Ivan has retained his middle-aged appearance for the last two hundred and fifty years. His hair is a mousy brown with sandy streaks mixed in. Often, he lets it grow a bit out, as well as his beard and mustache, to give him some sort of starving-artist vibe. He stands at about five feet and eleven inches, weighing somewhere around one hundred and seventy pounds. It tends to grow tedious to measure oneself after two centuries.

His eyes are a captivating hazel that tend to appear green in most situations, with light flecks of gold. He bears a few scars from multiple lifetimes of scuffles - and, of course, he has his bite marks which are located on the underside of his wrist. Most of his body sports a collection of tattoos he has accumulated over the years. Both of his ears have been pierced - in their lobe and also along the cartilage in multiple places on his left ear. Certainly, he has a few more piercings, but he has not used them in years, and they have not closed up given the fact that his skin doesn't really heal the way it used to. Ivan likes to dress in layers and has taken to hipster culture with a passion. He certainly doesn't need glasses, but he always wears a pair for the whole bookish recluse vibe he tries to give off.

PERSONALITY
Ivan has, and always will be, a man of biting sarcasm and wit. It isn't to say he doesn't take problems seriously, but he prefers to avoid them if he can, for he has grown tired of cleaning up the messes of others in his age. He gives off a morose, anti-social exterior, but it is merely a precaution he takes against unwanted interaction. Ivan has little to no filter, feeling as though he deserves the ability to speak his mind without reservation. If anything, that makes him honest to a fault - quite a big fault if he is unfamiliar with whomever he is speaking to.

Deep down, however, Ivan cares deeply for his town and the denizens of it. Having no real family of his own, the members of the town have begun to make up a sort of ragtag family for him over the years. He likes to know them all and, though he likes to stay out of problems that don't need his help, he has been known to lend his support to someone desperate enough to ask him.

Still, he likes to brag and is a bit stuck-up around most people. Ivan is quite the gossip and enjoys gathering as much information as he can about Bellingstone's citizens. He is quick to analyze someone and decide whether or not he likes them. Most of his actions are thought through at least vaguely, but he also acts with little remorse or fear, doing as he pleases without much of a care.

LIKES
Wine - It may do nothing for him by itself, but he does adore the taste
Literature - He's quite the book snob, and he enjoys bragging about the famous authors he has met in his lifetime
Peace & Quiet - While he loves keeping up on gossip in the town, it is nice to have down time to himself and a good book
Alternative Rock - He may have an old taste in books and drink, but he loves modern rock music and its culture
Learning - He may have lived for centuries already, but Ivan still craves to learn more about the world, as if he gets off on hoarding pointless knowledge

DISLIKES
Daylight - Yes, he is naturally inclined to hate it given his vampirism, but Ivan has always been a night owl
Open Water - He never learned to swim as a boy nor intends to, having almost drowned in his early years
Dogs - He finds them to be loud and in-your-face far too much for his liking
Summer - It's far too warm for his tastes - and it makes dressing to his aesthetic seem out of place
Tea - He is a coffee snob, but tea has always repulsed him

FEARS
☠ A Painful Death
☠ Bellingstone's Ruin
☠ Bodies of Water





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BIOGRAPHY
Though he is quite the old soul, Ivan has only been alive for roughly three centuries which, granted, still is quite a long time in relation to his non-vampiric peers. Born in 1740, the year the Austrian War of Succession began, Ivan was already destined for a life of change and strife. Of course, his name was not Ivan then - he was Claude Henri Moreau, second son of a French banker and his wife. Nestled in the upper middle class of Parisian society, Claude wanted for little throughout his childhood and teens.

While his brother, Jean, was pegged to inherent the bank from their father, Claude took up writing and politics, drawing him into a side of Paris that was brimming with an oncoming revolution. In the meantime, his father sent him into law once he realized how drawn the young man was towards the growing turmoil in politics. Claude married a young French woman in his late twenties, fathering two sons and a daughter.

Life was quite uneventful for a time, and Claude built quite a reputation for himself as an eloquent yet unshakable lawyer. He was walking home one day in 1780 from his office when he was jumped in a backstreet. He fought his attacker as valiantly as possible, but she dug her needle-like teeth into his neck, slowly draining him off his life. She might have killed him there, but a large group of drunken men moved down the alley and frightened the vampire off. Though they almost trampled the bleeding Claude, they helped him up and to the nearest doctor.

He passed the next few days in a feverish haze, his wife and children tending to him as best as possible, assuming only the worst could come. But it didn't, and Claude recovered swiftly, surpassing his previous state of health with ease. He had no idea what he had become until, a few days after his recovery, he attacked a young man in the dead of the night over a small cut the man sported on his arm. Horrified, Claude sought to learn what he was, but the truth was no more comforting. He had become a vampire, a demon of sorts. As much as he wished to die after his transformation, he also knew he could not leave behind his family. And so, he mustered up the willpower and continued his life as normally as possible.

In the year 1789, Claude was called to represent the Third Estate in the Estates-General. While at the conference in Versailles, he became close to a few men from Brittany who dubbed themselves the "Club Breton" - later, they would become the "Jacobins", the political club that would lead France into revolution. And so, Claude was roped into the charge towards democracy in France, rubbing shoulders with names like Robespierre and Marat. To this day, he still believes it was during this time that he truly lived - though he was medically dead the entire time, feeding freely off of the commoners who had been thrown in a panic by the events of the day.

Early in 1794, however, Claude became aware of the fact that the movement had begun to falter. His wife having died years ago and his children all married off, he decided to simply leave the country, knowing they would be left alone as long as he disappeared. Claude dropped his name, picking up the name Ivan somewhere along his travels through Europe. Finally, he decided to journey to America, happily leaving behind Europe. It was on the boat to America that Ivan met Felix Wolff, a penniless, hopeless bachelor who bonded with the vampire over their supernatural abilities. When they finally landed in New York, the two decided to set out West and build a town for creatures like them, looking for a place of refuge.

Ivan remained in Bellingstone until its completion, but he soon grew weary of small-town life and left to explore the world once more. He toured Europe for years, learning languages and histories he had only dreamed of experiencing as a curious boy in Paris. He would return every few months to Bellingstone to check on the town and his friend Felix or, as it later became, Felix's son and grandson. For a while, he made his money by writing, running in and out of famous writing circles for fun and to bounce ideas back and forth with some of the greatest minds of history.

This life eventually grew tiresome, however, and Ivan returned to Bellingstone as a far more permanent resident somewhere in the 1960s. Thus, he has been quite the constant presence for most residents of the town, though he still frequently takes trips around the world when he can spare some time away from his library. He loves the town as though it were his child, and he would do anything necessary to preserve its peace.


So begins...

Ivan Moreau's Story

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Moreau Estate & Bellingstone Streets
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Mornings like these were what Ivan lived for. Perhaps "lived" wasn't the best word for it seeing as he had been dead in the medical sense for two centuries now. On the other hand, he had lived in just about every other sense. Ivan had traveled the world, led multiple lives, and achieved more than most could ever hope for. There were times when he missed that life of wandering aimlessly, experiencing all life had to offer, but Bellingstone was his home - he knew that now - and it would be a long time before he would leave her again.

The late morning light filtered through his trees and on to the patio where Ivan sat with a cup of black coffee and a new edition to the town's library. It was a personal goal of his to read any book - at least the fiction - that entered his library, but that goal quickly escaped him as the town grew larger and donations poured in. And, of course, some books simply weren't worth his time. The one he held, something new and allegedly appealing to young adults, had managed to pull him along until it flopped somewhere in the middle. Now, only his ego drove him to finish it.

The end of the chapter was reached with a relieved sort of sigh, for he remembered he had to hurry lest he open the library too late for the day. With the book tucked into his bag, he pulled his hair up into a messy sort of bun, keeping it out of his eyes as he slid on his tacky, for-fashion-only glasses. It added to the aesthetic he tried so desperately to cultivate - denim shirt rolled to his elbows, black jeans a bit too tight for a man three centuries old, and a tired old pair of Converse. Nevertheless, he loved it, loved how it looked, it felt, it made him feel.

Slinging his knapsack over one shoulder, he started down the street towards the center of town, his travel mug of coffee in one hand as he crossed the street - bringing him to walk alongside Lucy Payne.

While Ivan felt an attachment to all of Bellingstone's citizens, it was no secret he bore the most concern and care for his fellow vampires - especially the Payne sisters. He often kept an air of disinterest when around them, but he imagined it was hard, living life as a teenager until the end of eternity.

"Good morning, my dear," he greeted, hefting the bag further on to his shoulder as it threatened to slide off. Ivan looked down at Lucy for a moment, glancing back quickly to the street as he continued to walk. "Where's that sister of yours?"

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"On my way to find her, actually. I'm assuming she's at the diner like she usually finds her way to on Saturday mornings, but it took a little longer than usual for me to bring myself to start my search, so by now, she might be in the back of a police car." Lucy was speaking lightly, teasing, for the most part. It wasn't that she didn't think that Ember was capable of being annoying and meddlesome enough that she could piss someone off enough to an extent where they would call the police. Disturbing the peace, property damage, and so on were all things that she knew Ember as capable of. In reality, legally speaking those were the least of her worries in terms of what Ember could be charged with, given that she was the only one in their vampire to continue to consume human blood. Nowadays, Lucy no longer thought of it as murder, since she, too, had partook in the activity for many years before moving to Bellingstone, but she had adapted to that not being appropriate here. She recognized why it was inappropriate, too, when she realized that she could sustain herself off of animal blood and still feel fine, even if it didn't taste as satisfying. Ember refused to make the switch with her and TJ, and given that they were trying to actually assimilate into Bellingstone's culture and not act as social recluses like they tended to do in the many other places they had lived for the past century or so, Lucy knew that continuing to allow her sister to fuel her habit was going to be dangerous. She preferred to focus on the less severe trouble that Ember always found herself in, because of that.

Lucy liked Ivan for reasons aside from the fact that he was a vampire like herself. He was intelligent and well-read. He operated the town's library, which was actually probably the biggest draw for her, given that books were like her safe haven. Reading was more than just a hobby for her, and she because she prided herself in being knowledgeable, she constantly found herself reading to absorb more information. She didn't only read non-fiction. Fiction held a special place in her heart, too, partly because reading in general helped her expand her vocabulary, but also because as strange as it was to think about, her life was one that she knew would fall under the category of "fantasy" to humans. Just because it was an atypical life or story didn't mean that it couldn't be real in some part of the world, or in some universe. Just because some people didn't have inside knowledge on the lives of vampires and werewolves and witches and wizards and the likes, or just because they couldn't understand how it could be physically possible, didn't mean that it wasn't possible. Maybe that genre enticed her more than the others, actually, because if her life was real, and she was once one of those human non-believers, she was curious to read about what other fantasy worlds were out there, just in case they, too, were real. "Care to join me, or do you have more important matters to attend to?"
she inquired, still light-heartedly, as she wouldn't blame him for opting out of that invitation.

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Character Portrait: Valerie Alastair Character Portrait: Ophelia M. Hawthorne Character Portrait: Ivan Moreau Character Portrait: Axel Wolff Character Portrait: Sydney Green Character Portrait: Ember Payne Character Portrait: Johanna Collins Character Portrait: Lucy Payne Character Portrait: Benjamin Young
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Bellingstone Streets & Felix's Diner
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Ivan scuffed at he pavement gently as he matched Lucy's pace. Certainly, he was in no major rush to begin with. The library's patrons always came and went at a sluggish pace throughout the day. The vampire chuckled softly and pushed his thick-rimmed glasses further up his nose.

"She's resourceful," he commented, pulling his knapsack higher up on his shoulder. "The sheriff's office is in for one hell of a day if they do manage to take her in." He knew nothing of Ember's taste for human blood, but he would be lying if he said he had ceased consuming it all of those years ago - back when he and Felix first wrote the constitution for the supernaturals of Bellingstone. He often made time for a quite bite here or there when he left on his occasional trips outside of the town. It was easy for a werewolf to make those restrictions - they didn't need to consume human flesh at all and were sustained just fine on a normal diet. Vampires had not been created to live that way - animal blood worked, but it was like drinking grape juice in a vineyard. Or something like that - it was a difficult thing to equate to anything else.

"I think I will join you, as long as you don't mind. What does a few more minutes without books mean to this hick-town, right?" Ivan looked over at her, flashing a quick smile. "You sure an old man like me doesn't cramp your style?" Sometimes he wondered what it would have been like if he had been turned a decade or two earlier like some of the town's other citizens. Instead, he was stuck in a perpetually forty year old body with a mind that had never stopped trying to keep up with the latest trends. Hell, he looked like someone's dad who had gone crazy in Forever 21. At least he always looked put together.

"Have you been reading anything interesting as of late?" Of the two sisters, he found Lucy far easier to connect with, given their mutual love for books, especially fiction. He didn't mind any of the Paynes, in all honesty, but TJ seemed stand offish more often than not, and Ember was a bit too much of a handful for him.

Ivan held the door for Lucy as they arrived at the diner, ushering her in with one hand before he followed behind and let the door shut. The diner was hopping, full of far too many vampires and werewolves - and a faerie, he noticed. Ivan had no enemies, as far as he knew, and while he was never particularly close with any citizen in particular, he imagined they all knew him by now either from the library or from his wandering from shop to shop.

The tension today was palpable, and he could sense it in particular from the wolves, all of whom had gathered near the counter around Axel Wolff, the reluctant Alpha. A particularly unfortunate man, Ivan couldn't help but think, waving quickly to the young man and his pack as he followed Lucy to where Ophelia and Ember sat. He managed to come up just as Val stepped back, giving him the perfect opportunity to sidle in slightly, standing next to the faerie.

"Morning, ladies," he greeted, nodding slightly at the general direction of the group. "Fine day, isn't it?" Ivan slid himself into the booth Valerie had gestured at, figuring he might as well take his time now that he was already late to the library. "Although something's brewing, no? I can feel it in the air."

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Character Portrait: Valerie Alastair Character Portrait: Albrecht Wolff Character Portrait: Ophelia M. Hawthorne Character Portrait: Ivan Moreau Character Portrait: Axel Wolff Character Portrait: Junsoo Moon Character Portrait: Sydney Green Character Portrait: Poppy Clarke Character Portrait: Johanna Collins
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Location; Felix's Diner
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Her head was beginning to hurt because she felt really overwhelmed right about now. She sighed softly to herself and raised her fingers up to rub her temples, her eyes fluttered back over towards her phone as it chimed. Sydney waltzed over to grab her phone and saw Poppy's name stroll across the screen. 'Oh, great. What now?' She thought to herself with an eye roll after reading Poppy's message, which she began to type a reply to.

To: Poppy
Is today pick on Sydney day or something?


She hit send and placed her phone back on the counter top, trying her best to form a smile among her lips as a few more customers rolled inside. Luckily, some of the other employees were now handling the floor so that she could be beside Axel and Johanna for a little while longer. Sydney's eyes averted over towards Ophelia whenever she finally responded towards her about the water. She made a face, of course and went ahead to gather Ophelia's order, walking away momentarily.

Sydney placed the coffee cake in front of Ophelia, along with a fork and spoon then placed a mug beside it, pouring some coffee inside of the mug. "I hope you enjoy." She said then sat the coffee pot down back in place. Her eyes then went towards Valerie as she came into the diner and offered her a wave. She then saw Ivan, yet another vampire, walked in and went over to sit beside Valerie. She could not help but make a slight face towards him that signified her disgust for him.

Whenever Axel answered her questions, she looked at him. Sydney wondered to herself if Albrecht was actually back to regain some type of control over the pack once again. Her eyes cut towards Johanna as she could feel that she is worried about her. Sydney could not help but go over towards her, resting her hand on top of hers. "No need to worry about me. Both of you. I can handle myself." She had no choice but to remain strong in front of the alpha male and a member of the pack. Once Axel said that he needed to call a meeting and now, she did not know how to feel.

Every single time the door opened, she kept on looking over to see if the so called trouble that Poppy referred to had entered the premises. Her phone chimed once more and she walked over towards it, reading the message sent from June and did not bother to response since he was probably on his way towards the diner anyway. Sydney really had hoped that Albrecht had not returned to town because if he did, she certainly had some explicit words for him.

"Well, I guess all we do now is wait." Sydney muttered towards Johanna and Axel as she decided that she needed to take her mind off of things and needed some fresh air. "I need to step outside for a moment. Johanna, would you care to join me? I really need some girl talk right about now." She practically pleaded towards Johanna, walking towards the back and waving for Johanna to follow her out of the backdoor.

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Valerie Alastair
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Valerie took a seat on the booth, putting her bags on the floor. From what the faerie could see, with Sydney and Axel preoccupied with their own problems, she would not be getting that tea anytime soon. But no matter, she had eaten and her pains could be sedated for a while longer. Plus, she would be going out tonight. That gave her enough time to converse with the vampires that had gathered. Her eyes flickered towards Ivan for a moment. She had seen him around, that was for sure, but she had spoken to Ember, who had been here for only half a year, possibly more times than she had seen the male. She supposed their circles just never mixed, but this might be a good situation to make the connection.

Her gaze turned back to Ember, who had just asked about her whereabouts. She was right, it was Saturday, Valerie's holy day for partying, where she could go to the city and get her dose of humans. In that way, faeries and vampires were similar-- they both relied more heavily on humans than the werewolf counterparts.

"I'm afraid humans by day are just not that... entertaining," Valerie said with a small smirk. "The best ones always come out at night. Liquor just seems to have that effect on them, you know? It's a shame you can't accompany me."

Valerie had never told anyone about her going out to "feast" on humans, of course. She had gone out clubbing with Poppy before, but her way of feeding was much more subtle than that of a vampire. A kiss would do and, if she controlled herself, no one around would even notice. The liquor helped with an impaired memory and the clubbing, well, it was just fun. Of course, the beneficiary effects for her did not come in full when she didn't go all the way, but she was alive now thanks to her life here and she couldn't risk it.

"It's a relief to know that I'm not the only one feeling this tension this tension," she said, turning to Ivan for a moment. "It definitely kills the family diner vibe."

"It seems like the werewolves are having a little get together..." said, looking over at Sydney, who was exiting the diner with a worried-looking werewolf behind her, "Probably not too happy to know that Albrecht is back."

Her comments were rather light, but she honestly was not happy with what she felt would go down. With Albrecht signing up as a candidate for the upcoming elections, it was clear he was ready to lead again. She didn't know how the werewolves felt about him, but she could only guess there was still resentment in their hearts. Plus, she enjoyed the peace and quiet she had found at Bellingstone. With the scandal of the mayor and what she would only guess would be a scandalous election, she was quite displeased that the unwelcomed visitor had chosen such a time to return.

With that, she let out a small sigh. "So, what have you been up to, love? she said, looking at Ember. "I can only guess you were trying to... cheer up Sydney and Axel during these stressful times?" she added with a small chuckle. No matter the situation present, Valerie was always amused by the vampire's mischiveous objectives. For her, it always managed to lighten up her day.