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Arthur Madden

"What's with all that bloodsucking anyway? Can't we survive on Bloody Marys instead?"

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a character in “Cherry Blossom War”, as played by Tumbleweed

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NAME
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Arthur Lyall George Madden II

AGE
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Three Hundred and Twenty-Six // Physically Twenty-Five

Gender
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Male

SPECIES
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Vampire

PLACE OF BIRTH
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Belfast, Northern Ireland

SEXUAL ORIENTATION
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Homosexual

RANK
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Second in Command
OCCUPATION
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None // Unemployed // Currently job-hunting



ABILITY
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Weather Manipulation

MATE
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None—it's been three centuries; he's beginning to think he's never meant to have one.

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HAIR COLOUR
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A very deep brown that has a tendency to appear black.

EYE COLOUR
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Dark brown that bleeds into an inky black under certain conditions (e.g. before/after drinking blood, while he's using his powers, etc.)

HEIGHT
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Six feet even // 6'0"

WEIGHT
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One Hundred and Eighty pounds // 180 lbs.

DESCRIPTION
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Tall, dark, a little scruffy around the edges, but handsome in a rugged sort of way. Arthur's got a strong, muscular build; a good six feet of burly limbs and hard muscle under miles of fair skin that's sparsely dusted with a layer of body hair, with eyes that are a deep, dark brown in colour, peering out beneath thick, slightly pointed eyebrows.

A mop of dark curls sits comfortably atop his head, usually left in a perpetually disheveled state in which no man nor comb in three centuries of living had ever come close to stamping down, and along his jaw exists a smattering of stubble of varying degrees of length depending on the probability of him getting his hands on a razor before it has a chance to grow out into an actual beard.

While he doesn't have many scars left over from his 'previous life', he does sport a very prominent one spanning the right side of his face, starting at the corner of his right eye all the way down to his jaw.


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Arthur is a loose cannon; brash, wild, and vulgar with a hair-trigger temper and a predilection for snark and riling people up. He has all the self-control of a hand grenade on the verge of detonation. Alcohol and indecision are his dearest friends, and midnight fistfights and hand-rolled cigarettes are his sweetest lovers. He doesn't care for self-preservation. He's arrogant enough to think himself invincible, and it's that aspect of his personality that usually gets him kicked out of covens—and he's been booted out of quite a number of them during his lifetime.

He is the kind of man who doesn't react well to being refused. To him, rejection is something that happens to other people. If he wants something, he will fight for it, and he will get it.

However, he's a tad more subdued when it comes to matters of the heart. Life can get quite lonely after three centuries spent alone, and while he never voices it out loud, he's admittedly rather envious of vampires who've found their mates. As such, he tries to be as considerate as possible towards his partners, whether they be a one-night stand or something a bit more long-term. After all, he wouldn't want to accidentally alienate his mate on the first date.

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There isn't much to tell, really. He's lived so long that most of his previous life is little more than blur. He was born in Belfast sometime in the late 1600's, lived a commoner's life, and later on a soldier's. He fought a war, died on the battlefield, and woke up a few days later with eyes like ink and a hankering for human blood. He doesn't quite know how it happened, but ultimately chalked it down to a local vampire hoping to catch a quick meal out of a bunch of dead guys and making a terribly sloppy job of it.

He's spent the last three centuries a vagabond; stuck wandering the earth in search of a pub, a mate, and a coven to take him in, then wrecking said pub in a brawl, failing to find a mate, and getting kicked out of the coven. Rinse, repeat.

Lately he's found himself roaming the Americas, settling for little over a decade now in a quaint little town called Cherry Blossom and joining the local coven.

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So begins...

Arthur Madden's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Sienna De Lucchi Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: November Mortlake Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Bernard Freud Character Portrait: Aiden Tovar Character Portrait: Connor Chulainn Character Portrait: Johanna Walker Character Portrait: Kirstin Lee Blair Character Portrait: Killian Cervantes Character Portrait: Atlas Anderson Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Julia Sinclair Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Olivar Furen Character Portrait: Lester Lokwoul Character Portrait: Calvin Hansen
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Julia Sinclair, also known as Jewls in her work place. being the towns most famous stripper wasn't something most girls, if any, would consider and accomplishment but Julia did. She didn't care what people thought of her profession or what people said about her attitude about her profession. she loved what she did, arousing men the way their wives or girlfriends couldn't it was amusing to her how human men were when it came to things like that. While dancing she caught sight of a very pretty girl who she planned on making her dinner.

after her shift was over she stayed behind watching the girl. She ordered a few drinks as she watched the girl interact with other at the bar. Juli had to admit she would be attracted to the poor girl if she hadn't already planned on feeding from her. Sad really she thought as she finished her second drink. Waiting for this girl to leave the club was kind of boring. She had to sit there watching the girl talk to other people and also watch her colleagues dance on stage, they weren't terrible but they were bad. they were trying to hard to be sexy while Julia didn't have to. She had enough confidence to know she was the hottest thing in the room no matter what people said.

Finally the girl was heading out the bar, hopefully heading home. Juli finished her last drink and followed her from a distance. She followed her down the street, stalking her like she had been taught all those years ago. Just as she was ready to make her move on the girl she sensed something that she was sure was going to ruin her night, werewolves.





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Lillian had gathered a few wolves to help her scout the town for vampires. It wasn't hard to sense a vampire in a town full of humans however tonight they weren't having much luck. She had split the four of them into two teams, one was sent to the west side of town while she and Serena scouted out the east. The streets were deserted, it being a Friday night most people went to bars or college parties which was perfect targets for vampires. No one ever paid attention at parties, just a bunch of drunks dancing and drinking while some poor kid was getting feed on by a blood-sucker.

Lillian grunted seeing a drunk couple wobbling down the street past them. She never understood humans habits of drinking, they just woke up with a blistering headache the next morning or drank until they puked. Lilly didn't like feeling sick for any reason so to voluntarily drink so much that you feel sick sounded ridiculous to her. "Anything yet?" She asked Serena checking if she'd sensed anything yet. She probably hadn't but it was better to ask than assume.

Being the Alpha wasn't an easy job for anyone but especially Lillian. Even after earning the title she found herself continuously having to prove herself to everyone. Weather it be other Alphas or her pack members, it was much more annoying when her own pack members did it to her. She was always forced to injure them in someway to get it through their heads that she meant business and wouldn't take their crap.

Taking a deep breath, getting ready to call this scouting off she got wind of what they had been looking for. "You smell that?" She whispered to Serena, nudging her in the arm. She scanned the streets searching for where the sent was coming from.





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It was late but Vivian was the type who like to practice her magic after most had went to bed for the night, plus it was safer that way. She was still learning about her abilities there were still things she didn't know how to do or make. Just recently she discovered she was able to extract vampire venom from a werewolf, but it wasn't like she would be able to practice that any time soon. She also found out that there was an herb that would help her keep her energy up while healing with her chants. Normally she had to ask Sienna,though she was usually reluctant, to help her when she practiced her chants since chanting took more of her energy but with this herb she would have to. The downside to this find was that the herb was rare and not even found in Cherry Blossom anywhere.

Vivian sighed as she looked through her book of herbs. There was still so much she didn't know and she hated it. She thought that by now she would know at least most of what healers should know but she didn't even know half. It frustrated her that she felt like she was far behind, she partly blamed her father. He should have embraced who she was and allowed her to at least read her mothers books. Instead he burned them and forbid her from even mentioning magic to him.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: November Mortlake Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Connor Chulainn Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Julia Sinclair Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Levi Winters
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Interacting With: Nova Mortlake and Julia
Sinclair
(texting)
Mentioned: Arthur Madden and Connor
Chulain

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Nova appeared and asked Elisabeth if she needed any help. "Not in particular, I wasn't sure if you were still here." Nova moved to clean the tables that Elisabeth hadn't, complaining about how cold it was in the coffee shop. Personally, Elisabeth had very little sense of when something was cold. She suspected this was part of her vampirism, but she also recalled times where her family was astounded at what she would wear. They had taken a trip to Washington and while the rest of her family was bundled up, all she needed was a light sweater. Perhaps she was born warmblooded, only to be turned into something that drank blood.

Both girls continued to clean. While Nova wiped down the rest of the tables and then cleaned out the coffee machines, Elisabeth made sure the plates, glasses, and ingredients were stowed away nicely. She considered using her telekinetic abilities to speed up the process, but what did it matter? Leaving the shop a few minutes early wasn't a big deal, especially since she didn't need to feed for a couple of days.

As the two finished up, Nova turned to Elisabeth to ask if she was doing anything that night. Before Elisabeth could answer, her phone vibrated. Hoping she didn't seem rude, she quickly pulled it out of her pocket and glanced at the message. It was from Julia, informing her to get home quickly. Elisabeth resisted the urge to let out a small groan. She typed a quick response, K, then put her phone away and looked back at her friend. "I wasn't planning on it. I'm pretty tired." She yawned to prove her point. Vampires didn't need sleep, but Elisabeth had perfected the art of yawning. All humans yawned, so she should do the same to fit in. "I was just going to walk home and call it a night."

Elisabeth lived outside of the town, in an old house in the woods. It wasn't in the best shape, but it worked for her. It was far enough away from town that wolves would not be an immediate threat. It was also in a dense set of trees. She could have chosen to live with one of the other coven members, but she felt better being in her own space. Though she was close to Arthur, she wasn't sure she could handle living with him. She was certain that she would have more broken furniture than she did now if he resided with her.

To get to her house though, she would either have to trek through the woods or cut through town. Something told her that she shouldn't risk going through Cherry Blossom tonight, but at the same time she felt she might have to. What if Nova was attacked by someone? And what if Julia was hurt by one of the wolves? Though the two didn't always get along, Elisabeth knew it was her responsibility to look out for another coven member. She would feel guilty if Julia was hurt when she could have tried to get to her.

"What about you?" she asked Nova. She grinned. "I saw you yawning too."




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Interacting With: Vivian Greenwood (texting)
and Levi Winters

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Gerald couldn't help but grin as Levi referred to him as a band geek. Yes, that was exactly who he was. It wasn't a bad thing either, in fact he considered it a compliment. He had spent his high school years at every football game, playing the trumpet and hanging out with his friends. There had been plenty of shenanigans, one of the most memorable being when he put a frog inside a girl's instrument case.

Levi mentioned having to fix something for the band once. Gerald chuckled. "Sounds about right. There were probably more broken things in the band room than working ones. Fortunately, the school was nice enough to fix the mold problem." Levi offered a hand in greeting and he shook it. The other man then asked him what he was doing out so late, as Cherry Blossom wasn't traversed by many alone once the sun set. Gerald had never understood the reasoning behind this, as he thought that the town was fairly safe. He had never encountered any strange men handing out candy, murderers running towards him with an axe, or anything that he could deem extremely dangerous.

"I was at a late movie showing," he told the other man. Gerald glanced at the shop sign. He had passed it before, but never gave it much attention. "Is this yours now?" he asked Levi.

Just after he had asked his question, Gerald's phone let out a ding. It was a reply from Vivian. Instinctively, he pulled out his phone and read her text. He smiled. He probably hadn't needed to ask if she was awake, but he had a habit of doing so anyway. He didn't want o be rude. Doing anything? I'm awake from that movie I saw, he responded to her before placing his phone back in his pocket.

"Sorry about that," he said to Levi. He realized that it was rude to text when having a conversation with someone, but it was also rude to not respond to one of his best friends. Gerald figured that he would chat with Levi for a few more minutes before going to Vivian's place. He didn't want to bug Levi for too long if he was busy.

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Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Lester Lokwoul
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Tendrils of the palest grey drifted idly through the shadows; the acrid sting of it permeating the stillness that settled over the darkened backstreets near the outskirts of town.

Here, the only illumination came in the form of a single lit cigarette—the tiny, orange glow piercing through the haze, bringing dark eyes and sharp features into its feeble light. It would've been easy to dismiss the splotches marring the pale, stubbled cheeks as mere tricks of the light, but closer inspection of the still mass lying crumpled at the man's feet would reveal otherwise.

Arthur sucked in a breath, drawing another lungful of harsh smoke. Precisely how long he'd been standing there, he didn't know. A brief sweep of the floor yielded a count of six blackened ends, with a seventh well on the way. The blood was all but dry and he was down to his last three cigarettes—he reckoned he'd been there for quite a while.

Time became largely irrelevant after the hundred-year mark, and he's learned not to pay it much heed.

However, it was well-past midnight and he'd already had his fill. Home, he decided, would be the best option for now.

He sent his victim of the night a cursory glance: middle-aged, scruffy-looking, and could probably pass off as a homeless man asleep had it not been for the ragged hole gaping wide at the side of his neck. O+ and anemic to boot—but that's only if you get past the cholesterol. A sneer made its way to his face. Disgusting.

This was precisely why he liked fitter-looking meals. They tasted much, much better compared to fat slobs like mister 'I have two billion feet of fucking cholesterol blocking my jugular' down there. He sent the corpse a dirty look before turning the it over with the tip of his boot to lie face down on the floor. Sure, he could've taken the time to scout for healthier fare, but the man literally stumbled in a drunken heap at Arthur's feet while he was out looking, and he felt he had no choice.

He'd turned away then, fully intent on leaving when, after barely taking a step, he froze.

Slowly, he reached up and swiped the cigarette from between his lips, snuffing the flame with the pad of his thumb as he pressed himself back against the wall and strained to listen. If he wasn't mistaken, the sound he heard was the soft pitter patter of footsteps coming up the previously empty street. He felt his lips curl into a rogueish grin as his eyes bled into an inky black.

Two in a day? Arthur you lucky, lucky bastard.

A single glance to the skies had the clouds shifting in an instant, bathing the streets in darkness and casting him even deeper into the shadows. A gust of wind took care of the lingering smell of cigarettes, and he was tempted to add a crack of lightning to lend the atmosphere an even spookier vibe, but decided that it was a bit much. He couldn't deny that he had a bit of a flair for the dramatic, but lightning bolts flashing in the background and creepy, ominous organ music was more of Julia's style as far as he was concerned.

The footsteps grew steadily louder, and he waited with baited breath for its owner to come to view. From where he hid, he could catch a faint earthy smell—sort of like the weirdly intoxicating scent that haunted libraries and second-hand book stores. That, and something else. Something vaguely...sweet?

What?

His eyes narrowed, brows drawn in confusion as his gaze flicked towards the street. No matter how much curiosity dictated him to, he couldn't well risk sticking his head out of the alley to get a firsthand look. Instead, he waited for the stranger to pass and wondered idly what the strange, new scent meant. Three hundred years didn't leave much smells that he hadn't previously come across, and it definitely wasn't some kind of perfume. It lacked the artificiality of it.

He'd definitely know the answer as soon as he gets a hold of him (or her? Arthur wasn't entirely sure). A taste would probably do it, but something at the back of his mind told him it wouldn't be enough.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: November Mortlake Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Levi Winters
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Interacting With: Nova Mortlake and Arthur
Madden
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Mentioned: Gerald Andrews

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Nova was quite startled after Elisabeth had told her she planned to walk home. The brunette couldn't help but laugh a bit in her head. As long as she didn't encounter either of the packs, she would be fine. And if she did, she could always throw a car at them. There was nothing better to get your blood pumping than tossing a car at a werewolf using your telekinetic powers. Obviously.

However, she did appreciate her friends concern. Elisabeth was aware of the rule of not walking alone in Cherry Blossom. In fact, everyone seems dot obey this rule except for a few like Gerald. If he knew what was lurking in the streets, she was sure he would be more careful. As much as she wished she could advise him against wandering at night alone, she could not do so without exposing the secrets of the supernaturals within it. The last thing she wanted to do was to alert a human to their presence. Humans didn't deserve to be burdened with the war between the three species.

Nova suggested that she come crash at Elisabeth's place. Part of the young woman's mind panicked while the other part was highly amused. If Nova saw where Elisabeth lived, she'd think twice about asking to stay over. The house was structurally sound for the most part, but in some spots it wasn't a good idea to walk over it. In those cases, Elisabeth would have to lift herself and move over the unsafe space. Her home also lacked an abundance of furniture. What she had was either old, broken, or for her personal use only.

Elisabeth knew her friend was only trying to look out for her, but the suggestion created a dilemma. Of course, Elisabeth could decline her offer and travel home alone. However, she risked running into the wolves and suffering a brutal death at their hands. If she was with Nova and came across a wolf, there may be less of a risk of her being killed. A smart wolf wouldn't kill a vampire with a human witness. A third option would be to go in search of Julia. Since she knew the wolves were out, there was a chance that they were following her. Elisabeth would feel guilty should anything happen to her. It was a tough choice to make.

"Maybe I could come to your place? It's probably closer to here than mine," she suggested, playing with the key to the shop in her hand. She wanted to leave the shop soon, nervous about encountering the wolves.

Still worried about Julia, she pulled out her phone and quickly texted Arthur. Wolves are out. Check on Julia? She figured that he would be roaming about.




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Interacting With: Vivian Greenwood (texting)
and Levi Winters

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Gerald let out a soft "ahh" after Levi explained that the shop had always been his. He offered to let Gerald stay as he opened up the shop. The other man made a point of warning him that the shop would be very dusty. Gerald could only suspect as much, as he'd never seen the shop in operation. It was one of those places that was there, but wasn't at the same time. Still, Levi's comment couldn't help but make him chuckle.

Levi slowly unlocked and then opened the door. Gerald noticed his slight hesitation in opening the shop, but didn't ask why. He figured that it was something personal to Levi and that it would be rude to pry. "After you," he told Levi once the door was fully open.

His phone dinged, meaning that Vivian had replied. She asked what movie he had seen. Age of Ultron, he responded. I'm with Levi right now, but if you aren't too tired maybe I could stop by soon? Gerald assumed that Vivian was familiar with Levi, as they had all gone to the same high school. He felt bad for inviting himself over, but he really was quite awake and saw no point in going home. Plus, Vivian lived closer to where he was now than he did. His parents were asleep anyway and sneaking into his house was something he was quite good at. Living in the basement meant that he could enter without going through the whole house.