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Zada min Albahr

I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean's waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea.

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a character in “safe harbour”, originally authored by nonconformingrole, as played by RolePlayGateway

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ImageImageNxAxMxE→ Zada has no official last name, but living in a more "human" society has made it necessary to take one, so she simply made one up, calling herself "Zada from the water." It's not clever, but it works.

NxIxCxKxNxAxMxExS β†’ Some people have tried to get away with calling her Z, and she hardly every allows it.

AxGxE β†’ Zada is 53, though appears to be in her mid twenties.

SxExXxUxAxLxIxTxYx→ Polysexual, with a romantic preference for females

NxAxTxIxOxNxAxLxIxTxY β†’ Zada grew up in the Mediterranean Sea, and is not an official citizen of any country, though they did spend much of their time near Lebanon.

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While on land, there likely isn't much that would differentiate Zada from a human, and she doesn't have a full transformation until she's fully submerged in water. The transformation is painful, and with razor sharp teeth, webbed fingers, and a sleek tail she's fast, and she's deadly. Sirens and mermaids tend to live until they're killed, growing to the maximum size allowed by the waters they inhabit, and less human the older they get. They can, however, maintain a beautiful, human appearance. It only takes a bit of the flesh or blood of a mortal man, and they can be young and beautiful forever. That tends to get them killed, but vanity is every mermaid's biggest weakness. In the water she's lightning fast, incredibly strong, and undeniably deadly. While still stronger than the average human out of the water, Zada's abilities are greatly limited, though she still possesses a voice that can make the most determined man forget everything but her song. Cold temperatures don't bother her, but excessive heat drains her quickly, she can quickly find herself becoming dehydrated, and it takes ages to heal a burn. Being away from her pod is another weakness of hers; mermaids and sirens have strength in numbers. Enough full grown mermaids can manipulate the tide and even coax rain from the sky, but alone they're limited to their beauty, their haunting song, and their physical capabilities.

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Zada is a very serious woman, endlessly practical, and unlikely to do something just "for fun." Every move she makes is calculated and precise, and practiced so it looks effortless and perfectly natural. She is also a woman of few words, preferring to let others do the talking. The more she knows about the people around her, the easier life seems to be. She's a very particular person, and if things aren't exactly the way she prefers them, she tends to pass on them; life is far too precious to spend even a moment on something that's not perfect. She has a short temper, and is not quick to forgive even the smallest slights, though she is undeniably fair. Zada is, clearly, not the fondest of men and she doesn't exactly hide it, but she has a particularly large soft spot for women, young children, and in recent years she has softened her heart to allow some (mostly gay) men into her affections. Her friends have a wide berth, and she is much more forgiving to them. While no friend of Zada's would dare call her sweet, they would, perhaps, define her as helpful, and not without her own brand of kindness.

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Zada spent her early years in the shallows of the Mediterranean Sea, surrounded by her mother, her aunts, brothers, sisters, and cousins. Any men were promptly chased away from the pod at sexual maturity, as mermen are highly aggressive. The group was entirely comprised of women and children, and they spent their days swimming, singing, and caring for one-another. Zada was taught not to trust humans, but to especially never trust human men. But she was so curious, and she fell in love. To this day, she won't speak his name, but he took her from the sea, took her as a wife, and began to mistreat her the second he got her away from her family. She wasn't human, so he treated her with even less decency that he would treat a human woman (which, she assumed, wasn't much). He constantly reminded her how much of a monster he thought she was. How terrible he considered her to be. He hurt her, locked her out, left her in the sun to burn. One day, something within her changed. While he was sleeping, she summoned all the strength within her, and she killed him. There she ate his heart, and lapped up his blood.

She tried to return home, but her mother and sisters wanted nothing to do with a woman who would leave them, and for a man at that. With sorrow in her heart, she almost threw herself into the ocean to let the waves dash her against the rocks, but she returned to her late-husband's home, took every dollar he had, sold his valuables, and she left. Conning rich men out of their money, leading them to cold, water-logged deaths. She's lived in Paris, in London, New York; all around the globe, just under the radar, spending just enough time to accomplish her goals without being found out. And once she amassed enough money to live comfortably for a while, she settled on Greythorne. After all, no one would call her a monster there. Sure, they might if they find out the things she had done, but she wouldn't be a monster on principal. So she moved in, bought a house, hired a landscaper, and spends most of her time alone, though she goes to the library fairly regularly, and she does have the occasional... Guest.

She's lived in Greythorne for about three years, and hasn't worked- or aged- a single day. It's about time to find some way to rejuvenate herself, though she's not sure how to go about it. The town has a surprising lack of men that no-one will miss, and she's beginning to wonder if she was ever meant to settle in for a life on land- but the ocean is far too dangerous a place for a lone siren, and she fears she may never be able to return to it's depths.

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Zada min Albahr's Story

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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M A R K U S V A L E G O O D

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Markus growled under his breath slightly at the comment of him being grumpy, he admitted he wasn't always the nicest person to be around but grumpy? That was a bit of a stretch, for him anyway. He shook his head trying to not let the comment get to him too much, she was teasing and that's all it was. He began to nod in agreement when Evelyn asked if they wanted to go have some fun and play some games, but after a moment of merely scanning the area, a chill ran down his spine. All of the small hairs on the back of his neck bristled, standing on end, as well as the tips of his ears twitched as if his wolf senses felt something before he could. It was then that he realized what it was that he felt, dread, and a primal fear he hadn't felt in some time. They were all in danger. Everyone here was at risk of being in danger, he didn't know why, not until an all too familiar smell wafted his way through the air. He knew what it was, and the scent caused him to be even more unnerved.

Blood. Someone was hurt, and by the strength of the smell, it was multiple people. If he let his wolf side take control, it would become a feeding frenzy, like a starved shark drawn to blood in the water. He knew where the target was located, "That, that would be a good idea, Eve." he mumbled, his mind elsewhere but was still able to understand what she meant. He nodded at the both of them and began to make his way towards where the scent came from, slowly shedding off his costume, dropping the hat and mask behind him as he walked, stalking the scent. Finally, he came to the scene of the smell.

Markus immediately knew what had happened, the scene before him was evident enough. Hunters were indeed here, specifically Branded ones. They were no longer safe, Greythorne was no longer safe if it ever was. He looked down at the scene before him, Alex was laying on the ground, his heartbeat was barely audible, and as he scanned the area, Jaiden was already at work on bandaging up Phoenix, the local witch with the cafe. He grunted, his skin crawled as he looked at the man trapped within the vines, "You'll be mine next." he said with a deepened voice as the wolf within was slowly crawling its way to the surface.

He looked at the others and sighed, picking up a few more scents that led into the forest, knowing full well who it was. It was the other Branded ones. Three to be specific, one smelt slightly burnt, clearly having been attacked by Jaiden, a smile formed, she did well to scare away three hunters by her own, he thought to himself. But scaring them away wouldn't do enough to keep them away forever, they would come back, with more men, heavily armed, and would slaughter everyone. He took a deep breath and stalked his way into the forest as he cracked his neck, closing his eyes for a moment, when they opened they were of his wolf's side, mimicking eyes of wolves, as well as his jaw and canine teeth elongating. He was now a predator on the hunt for its prey and he was going to track it down if it took him all night. The further he went into the forest, the stronger a smell he picked up, but this time, it was blood. Lots, and lots of blood. Markus kept to the shadows as he slowly prowled about until he saw a form in the darkness, hunched over something.



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V I O L E T M A R S D E N

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Violet picked up on what the two were trying to say, they were in danger and would need to get out of here, but not without making sure the others were safe as well. Violet too felt something was off, watching as Markus got into a trance-like state, waling away and into the crowd. She knew what that meant, and proceeded to follow after him, grabbing onto Evelyn's wrist and practically dragged her along through the crowd. Bobbing and weaving through the mass of people until they made their way into a small alleyway, where a horrific scene awaited them. Alex was on the ground being tended to by someone Violet had never seen before, but how he was acting and what he was saying showed he was there to help, clearing helping Alex. Jaiden was also there, tending to a wound on Phoenix' shoulder. A man was wrapped up in vines, clearly one of the people responsible for this attack. The aura she got off of him, as well as the one she saw radiating off of him was pure dread and malice. She growled under her breath, finally going over to Alex, seeing he was still out cold, she knelt down beside the man who was tending to him, "I-I'm a friend of his." she stuttered, gently placing her hand on him she could feel his soul slipping further and further away as his heart rate slowed more and more as time went on. "C'mon, you asshole. You can't die yet, that's my job and mine alone." she whispered softly into his ear as she looked down at Alex, there was nothing she could do, well, there was one, and it wasn't safe and would more than likely end with Alex dying. She couldn't take that risk, all she was able to do was stay there and keep her eye on him as he laid there, motionless.

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Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr

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A lot of things were happening, and all at once, it seemed, to Alex. New people were filtering in and out almost faster than he could place them. Really, he seemed more concerned by the fact that whatever glowing white substance flowing from his body was clumping together above his head, almost resembling a cloud. Whatever was going on had left him almost in a daze, and he just didn't seem to fully grasp most of what was happening. He heard Phoenix say... Something about Violet? Was he talking to Violet? Wait. Violet!

He quickly found himself saying words he never thought he would say, "Violet? Thank god!" Then he added, "Please tell me you can hear me. See me? I'm real, right?" He wasn't fully convinced that he wasn't dreaming the whole thing, "Phoenix is right. I think I might need your help." He took a short moment to think, biting his lower lip as he did so, "Clearly, the intuitive- and intelligent- thing to do is probably to stay here. And... I know that." He sighed, "But, instead, I think I have to go do something stupid." He smiled, weak and halfheartedly, "Will you help me? I figure if it goes horribly wrong, well, at least I won't be alone."

With that, he started to walk out of the alleyway, "I'm a little worried I might get lost," he explained, assuming Violet had followed him, "things are a little different on the this side, aren't they?"

He looked around the town briefly, there were occasionally building where he knew none existed, in some places there were multiple buildings sharing the same space, it was both confusing, and it made perfect sense. "There's a clearing in the woods, my Abuelo used to take me there when I was a kid," he explained, "and I feel this intense, burning need to go there." He started heading towards the woods, "I know it's not exactly safe, but..." He shrugged, "What if life, or death for that matter, without risk?" The farther from his body he went, the more he could hear a sound in the distance... Like a faint drumming. It struck him that it had always been there, it was just growing. Barely, but there it was. He thought to ask Violet if she heard it, but somehow he knew she couldn't.

Every ghost and spirit Alex crossed paths with stared at him, because they knew he wasn't quite dead. They could tell he didn't belong, and he knew it. He walked silently for a while, through the town, straight up to the entrance to the woods, then he stopped, and listened. Everything was eerily quiet here, "Is it always so quiet?"

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Zada wasn't one festivals, or holidays. She wasn't sure she would ever fully understand them all, and didn't usually enjoy herself. Instead, she had elected to spend the evening in the lake. It was cold, but not frozen over yet, and she wanted to take every chance to be immersed in the water while she could. She truly felt herself, there under the water, and she knew that is where she would always feel most at peace. She surfaced once, to look at the moon, and could hear a commotion coming from the town. Yelling. Her skin prickled, despite not feeling cold, and she could feel it in the air: danger.

She sank back down, so that only her eyes and the tops of her ears were out of the water. There were hunters in the town, there had to be. She would stay in the lake. Any hunter would be a fool to approach it on purpose.

It didn't take long, however, for her to hear the rustling of them within the woods. Humans had always been terribly loud, it was a wonder they'd survived for so long. She emerged more from under the water, and began to sing. Her song had no words, just a simple melody, and she didn't have to sing very loud for it to carry to the ears of men. She didn't want it to carry too far, anyway, one or two would do just fine. More than that and she'd be in over her head. As she sang, she swam as close to the shore as she could get and still be able to swiftly swim back into the depths.

As she had hoped, a hunter walked slowly, almost as if in a trance, to the edge of the lake. He was likely more used to vampires and witches; you don't usually find mermaids this far inland. Zade almost felt sorry for him. She stopped singing for a moment and smiled seductively at the man as he started wading into the water. Before he knew what was coming, she snapped, grabbed his ankles, and pulled him under the water with her. He screamed, only audible for a moment before he went under. No one would ever hear from him again, though. She tore him apart, ate his flesh, crushed his bones. What she didn't finish, she left for the fish. If she had her way, they would feast tonight.

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Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr

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Zada had considered trying to lure another hunter to the lake- the fish really did deserve a nice treat, after all- but ultimately she decided that she didn't want to lure much attention to herself. As safe as she felt in the water, she knew humans (and hunters most of all) were capable of doing even the most unexpected things if they were motivated enough. So she decided to stay under the depths, almost as though she were blissfully unaware of what had happened in the town.

Then she heard a voice, and she really almost ignored it; but since they already knew she was there, she didn't see any point in pretending. She launched herself up to the surface, smoothly lifting her head and much of her upper body out of the water. She smoothed her hair back and looked at the two on the shore. Definitely not hunters, that much she could see immediately. "Can I help you with something?" Her voice was calm, even-toned, and almost sickening-sweet. She smiled at the pair, closed-mouthed, so not to show her mouth full of razor-sharp teeth "If you're trying to round up hunters, I don't think you'll find any here. I did hear some running through the woods not far from here, though." She fixed the Lycan with a look, as if to say "mind your own business," but there was no way to know if he would perceive it that way, and if he did, would he listen?

She knew it was unlikely that they would believe that nothing had happened here, especially if they knew what to look for. That didn't mean she'd drop the act; behaving as though she was innocent had been the difference between life and death in the past. She swam slightly closer to the people on the shore, but noticeably still far enough to dart far beneath the water if she needed to. "I imagine that there has been some bloodshed in town; so tragic, when humans come along and spoil everything we've all worked so hard for." She looked towards the woman, studying her appearance, "I heard the commotion. Felt much safer here."

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr

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After they had made sure that Alex was okay if one could even consider his current state okay. All that mattered is that he was alive, or at least functioning is all that mattered. Finally, they had made their way to the fairy's house in the small floral shop, making sure to lock the door behind them after they entered. Jaiden had let out a deep sigh as the door locked, they used to be able to know they were safe behind closed doors. Having to lock the doors behind them made her feel like a wild animal being locked in its cage. That's all that this was, a cage, and going outside made them vulnerable to any attacks. The fact they hit during even the faintest of daylight, as well as a crowded area, made her feel even more anxious and nervous about the whole thing. What had really unsettled her was how easy it was for her to use her magic, allowing herself to lose just enough control to help protect a friend. She hadn't let herself lose her composure to tune into her darker side in years, and when she did it was for simple things, but allowing her anger to take full control as she did frighten her, as the last time she allowed herself to be consumed by that small voice in the back of her head, she and her sister were left alone as their home was burned to the ground and their parents were murdered. She blamed herself, and she couldn't help it, she was petrified if she ever let it happen again...

She was taken back down to reality as she heard Aurora finally speak up, not entirely understanding what she had said as she began to walk upstairs. Jaiden shook her head and simply followed Aurora up the spiral staircase. With a sigh she sat down on the foot of the bed, her head in her hands as her mind was wracked with countless thoughts. There was so much chaos in such a short amount of time her brain was now only beginning to process it all at once. Jaiden finally looked up at Aurora for the first time since they got there, concern and worry were clearly written on her face as she spoke, "I uh...I didn't hurt you back there, did I?" her voice was much softer than usual and obviously full with anxiety as she wasn't exactly sure if she hadn't harmed Aurora or not when she went to go help, seeing as everything just became red and a bit of a blur. "If I did, I'm sorry...I just wanted to make sure that you were okay, I shouldn't have left you to go check on them...I should have taken you with me, I'm sorry." she said as her voice broke off in the end, as she could feel the familiar burning sensation form behind her eyes as she did the best she could to prevent herself from crying.




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Markus looked at the woman in the water as she slowly got closer to the edge of the lake, noticing she looked at the two as Evelyn had seemingly followed him. She clearly had smelt the blood and wasn't able to keep a handle on it, Noted, he thought to himself. He'd make sure she was taken care of later, probably find someone willing to help with her hunger. He looked back at the woman, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked her over once more. "I was simply trying to let you know to be more careful, that's all. Consider it a fair warning, Zada." he said somewhat coldly as h turned from the siren and looked back at Evelyn, "I'll make sure you get something, trust me." he said as he gave her a bit of an apologetic smile.

"Anyway, just try not to eat too many of them, alright? We'll need some of them left alive enough to get some answers out of. I don't think that'd be too hard to ask." he said as he gave her a nod, gently taking Evelyn by th arm, they'd need to find something fast as he could tell her hunger was growing stronger every moment that passed by. Great, first the attack and now I have to go take care of a hungry vampire.., he thought himself as he huffed, he wasn't already in the past of moods and this only made his mood dip even more.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr

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Phoenix just blushed a little as Cas told him he worried too much. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that. Because as reckless as he could be with his own heart, his friends were a different matter. He'd do anything for them and they all knew that, and frequently teased him about it. So when Cas abruptly stood up, saying he needed the restroom, concern flashed through Phoenix all over again. It was probably nothing, he told himself. Probably nothing.

The time ticked by, Phoenix growing every more uneasy. It had only been a few minutes, according to his phone, but those few minutes felt like hours. Scenarios flashed through his mind as he did his best to ignore them, telling himself that he was just overthinking things. He tapped a nervous pattern on the edge of his mug, trying his best to keep his calm. He could almost feel the nervous energy flickering around him, and he forced himself to take a deep breath. It was probably fine.

And then he heard Cas' voice, calling his name. There was an initial rush of relief followed by a pang of first confusion, then concern as Cas' words processed. Sutures. The asshole was more injured than he'd let on. Phoenix practically ran into his bedroom, seeing that Cas had the bathroom door open, just a crack. "Jesus Christ, Cas, I thought you said you were fine?" He said. The door was only open a crack, not enough for Phoenix to see the full extent of the damage. Almost definitely intentional.

"Just... just let me see where you're hurt, okay? Just let me see if it's bad enough that we have to get you to a hospital or a healer, or... something," he practically pleaded. He was trying to keep the thoughts of Alex out of his brain already, the amount of blood there had been, the way that Phoenix had just left him there because he'd been too goddamn scared...

He couldn't face the thought of it happening to someone else he cared about.

He knew that stitches didn't necessarily mean life-threatening. But right then, right there, his brain was not in a rational place. Hunters didn't do minor damage. All they did was destroy and hurt and harm and put people in more danger than they ever deserved to be.



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Evelyn had to stop herself from visibly reacting as a woman surfaced from the water. She'd seen a lot of strange shit since she'd started living among the supernatural, but she'd never encountered a... a what, a mermaid? No, her senses told her. This creature was associated with danger. This sure as hell wasn't a fairy tale mermaid anyway.

Evelyn didn't buy her story about not having seen any hunters nearby. The smell of blood was probably covered by the fact that they'd probably been dragged into the water, but the smell was strongest here. That said, if it was a hunter that had been drawn in to the water... Evelyn would be willing to turn a blind eye. Markus didn't seem to believe the story either, but he chose to just move on, apparently. He promised Evelyn the chance to feed, and that was almost enough to make her turn away.

But she couldn't resist the chance to let the woman know what she was dealing with. Hunters were fair game, but Evelyn got the feeling that this dangerous creature mightn't distinguish between them. So she took a few steps closer to the woman and dropped into a crouch, so she was nearer to be able to look the woman in her eyes. "I can smell blood through water, you know," she said. "I know there's been blood shed in this lake. And for tonight? Tonight, it was probably a hunter, so I guess I can look past it. But if you kill again... I'll know." She warned, before straightening up with a grin. "Lovely to meet you, by the way. I must swing by and get to know you a little better," she said, before rejoining Markus.

"No humans. I don't feed from humans, no matter who they are. That includes hunters," she warned him. "Any big animal should do, though."

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Zada smiled at Markus, having to fight the urge to roll her eyes, "You know you don't have to worry about me, Markus." She grinned, baring her teeth; it wasn't a threat, but a reminder. She was dangerous, and unless they came prepared with nets or harpoons (which Zada doubted), it was the hunters who needed to worry. She ignored his prompting to leave at least some of the hunters alive. She'd had her fill, for the night anyway.

She fought back a laugh at the woman's words, she couldn't help it. It was almost cute, really, being threatened like that. "I'm sure you will." She smiled, politely this time, "I'm looking forward to your visit, I'm sure we'll be good friends." She giggled softly, to herself. She absolutely loved women who stood up for themselves, it filled her with a sort of joy she couldn't quite explain.

She heard the comment about not feeding on humans and sighed, "The hunters have likely scared off most of the animals on this side of the forest. She started to emerge from the water, her fin turning back into legs with an ungodly mixture of cracking and squelching before she stepped back onto the land, "Humans are very good at scaring things, and I've not seen much else they're good for." She smiled, teeth more resembling something a human would be comfortable with, "Good luck." She began to collect her clothes, which were stashed just out of view a short way away, "I'm always available if you need me. I'm normally not hard to find." The irony of someone who refused to feed on humans asking for Zada's help didn't escape her, but the offer stood. Her real sisters were gone, and so Zada would have to find new ones; and Zada would never leave her sisters behind.

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Markus grinned as the woman spoke, her words would have otherwise easily persuaded him if he was human. He nodded as Evelyn spoke, saying how she'd prefer to find an animal, as she didn't want to have to prey on a human. He understood it, he understood all too well what not wanting to give into one's animalistic nature was. For a lack of a better word, he had a connection with her on that level, however small it was. He turned back to the woman in the water as she grew closer, slowly stepping out of the water as she spoke, watching as her tail separated until it formed into human legs. Their transformation never got easy for him to witness, it was unnatural and caused immense discomfort. He gave her a nod as she dressed, keeping his eyes off of her as she spoke, "I just don't want suspicions coming from my woods is all. Nothing personal, sweetheart." he said with a bit of a growl at the end as he spoke.

He then turned back to Evelyn, "We'll get you something, I know the spot. And if you wish to go back home, I won't stop you. I just stress extra precautions." he spoke smoothly as he turned his head back to the woman one last time, "Don't cause too much trouble, dear. This lake already has a...dark past and reputation. It's why no one comes here anymore.." he spoke, a bit of sorrow and sadness were evident in his voice as he spoke, it was obvious he knew more about this town and locations than he let on, and part of his mind knew Evelyn would eventually ask, and he began to mentally prepare himself as it was a surprisingly tough subject for him to talk about. "Anyway-" he began, clearing his throat slightly as he spoke, "-we'll be seeing you. Farwell for now." he gave her one more nod and urged Evelyn to follow him as he turned his back on them and began to walk further into the woods.

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Cas' reaction to the hospital made Phoenix recoil ever so slightly, the burst of force taking him aback a moment. Cas had always been so composed, and that reaction seemed... almost out of character. But Phoenix told himself to take hope in that. If Cas really didn't want a hospital, then it couldn't be that bad... right? But the anger disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and Phoenix felt that concern settle in the pit of his stomach all over again.

"Okay. Okay, no hospitals," he promised. It was a promise he intended to keep. Cas had to have some reason for wanting to keep these wounds a secret, and while Phoenix himself didn't exactly think it was a good idea, he wasn't going to push. He wasn't going to betray that secret. If he'd learned one thing over the years, it was that people tended to have their reasons for wanting to hide. People came to Greythorne all the time in search of an escape.

There was a moment where Phoenix was shocked at how... collected Cas seemed to be, considering his outburst moments before, but given what he'd seen of Cas' character, keeping calm in a crisis shouldn't have been that much of a surprise. "Okay. No questions," Phoenix confirmed.

He didn't know what to expect as he stepped in to the bathroom. A stab wound, probably. Something... well, not normal. But as close to normal as things ever seemed to get around here. But he saw Cas' back, and he froze. It was a mess of scar tissue and of bleeding, freshly open wounds. The blood on Cas' back made Phoenix's head spin- or maybe it was just the fact that he suddenly realised he couldn't remember the last time he'd taken a breath. He forced his lungs to expand, contract, and felt his head clear ever so slightly. His mind was a whir of questions, but he remembered his promise not to ask any questions. He knew that no questions didn't mean no reaction, but he couldn't think of a way to react that didn't involve giving in to the panic that was rapidly starting to build in his chest or that didn't involve asking a million questions.

That hadn't happened in the hunter attack. That much he knew.

"I... I don't think I can-" He stammered out, before remembering his promises, and forcing himself to breathe. "I don't think we really have enough room in here, I'm standing in my own light. Can we move out to the bedroom?" He said. "I can clean it up at least, I... I don't really know how to suture but I can try, if that's what you want." The temptation to just give in to the sheer confusion, the panic, the fear that this evening had instilled in him was almost overwhelming. But once he did, there was no way he'd be able to help Cas. And right now, that needed to be his priority.


EVELYN FOX
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Something about the woman's reaction made Evelyn grin. Finally, someone who could match her. She still knew this woman was a threat, but she at least seemed to be fun. She had to stop herself from staring as the woman's tail turned back into legs, and she stepped out of the water. Instantly, her curiosity was piqued, and she knew that she would be back to the lake. The fact that she offered them advice unprompted didn't go unnoticed, either. This woman seemed interesting. But she was still a monster, Evelyn reminded herself. She had attacked the hunter earlier, and Evelyn wasn't foolish enough to think that it would have been a painless death.

But she nodded and went back to Markus, who remarked on the dark history of the lake. Evelyn looked at him and raised an eyebrow, but decided against asking too many questions. They didn't seem like the type of questions he wanted to answer anyway, so she just brushed herself down a little before following him in to the woods.

"You don't seem surprised that I don't want to attack humans," she remarked after a while. "Every... When I was travelling around, people seemed surprised to learn that about me. They assumed all vampires are bloodsucking monsters, and they... they looked at me differently. Why weren't you surprised?" She asked quietly as they walked, conscious to keep her voice low so that they wouldn't scare off any prey. She'd met a handful of vampires who were like her. They had been the ones who told her she could survive like this, survive off of the blood of animals instead of humans. But they'd all just looked at her sadly when she'd asked about a cure and had just advised her to get used to her new life. But goddammit, Evelyn had spent most of her adult human life trying to change things she'd been told she couldn't change, and she'd always made progress. Sometimes, she'd even succeeded. She refused to accept this life as the only one she would ever know. She would find an answer.

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Markus' head turned when Evelyn began asking questions, once again as she always did. It was always questions with her, and honestly, he wasn't upset with it. The more questions she had, the more she could learn and not get herself killed as fast as she would otherwise. He nodded at her question as they spoke quietly, making sure to not only scare away any animals, but as to not gain any unwanted attention. He sighed and nodded as he finally spoke, "I've known, many vampires throughout the years...Many, prefer to drink human blood. As well, technically that's how they're designed. It's how us Lycans are made to function. But some, like you and me retain our humanity." he said softly, "Or at least we try to.." he said with a long sigh. He had his moments of where he attacked people, even was one of the causes for people going missing in Greythorne when he first arrived to the small town. "Besides, not everyone that's like us are monsters. We're people, just different, and some try to remain as human as we can, like us." he said with a small smile as he bumped her shoulder as they walked.

After a little while of walking he turned to her and sighed, "I saw the look you gave me back there. I know you wanted to ask but chose not to." he said as he took a sigh, if Evelyn was as smart as she tended to be, she would have picked up on the signs. The way he didn't say what happened, and why. But it should have been obvious to a certain degree. "That's the lake where...Where Violet's body was found. I was the one that found her." he said rather coldly and solemnly. It was a topic he chose to avoid at all costs, but she needed to know. "No one usually goes there as a sign or respect for her resting place. Her family used to live here, but it grew to be too much and they left. Aside from her grandmother, who...Isn't doing very well." he said with a sigh. If anyone could believe it, he had a heart, and even had a soft spot for the girl and her family. After he spoke he found his eyes scanning the area, as his ears twitched for any sign of animals, "What kind of prey are we looking for? What size? What suits you best?"

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Phoenix would have been lying if he said that he wasn't disappointed that Cas agreed to tell him... what was happening. But he could see it in his face that Cas really, really didn't want to talk about it. And he wasn't going to push it. Not after the night they'd just had. Cas taking his hands was such a genuine, almost surprising gesture, and it almost took him aback. But he appreciated it, not realising how much he needed the physical contact. And, to be honest, the thought of sleep was incredibly tempting right now. But he didn't want to just let Cas go. He couldn't. So instead, he offered his couch and his coziest blanket, leaving a change of clothes to hand if Cas wanted it.

The minute Phoenix was alone in his bedroom, everything seemed to catch up with him. Alex bleeding out, the carnage of the attack, those scars on Cas' back. He didn't cry or panic or outwardly react. He had no idea how he didn't do any of those things, but instead, he found himself lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He found himself texting the others, making sure they were okay, apologising for leaving, promising baked goods as an apology, anything to occupy his time and his brain.

He must have fallen asleep with the phone in his hand. He didn't notice himself falling asleep, only found himself waking up with the light streaming across the room. He hadn't planned on opening today anyway and was glad for that, because his limbs felt heavy and his mind felt groggy. But he was awake, and he knew sleep was completely out of reach. So instead, he showered and got changed. He'd almost forgotten about Cas until he walked back out in to the living area. Assuming that he was still asleep, Phoenix was as quiet as he could be. He was so used to being by himself that having to be mindful of other people was a strange experience. He usually blared whatever mid-2000's rock/emo playlist was suggested to him that day when he cooked or baked, but that morning, he made the pancake mix in relative silence. He found himself idly humming as he started to make the blackberry sauce though.


EVELYN FOX
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xxxwhat do you want from me?
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Evelyn didn't need sleep, not any more. It was more a habit than anything, a way of passing the daylight hours. But this morning, she decided not to sleep away the daylight. Instead, she layered up, pulling on a pair of gloves to cover her hands and the biggest hat she could find to cover her face. She pulled on a pair of aviator sunglasses and headed out in to town. She was so used to the hustle and bustle of big cities that she found it strange how late everything opened here. Or maybe that was just the day after the festival. Or the day after everything that had happened. The smell of blood still lingered in the air, but fainter now, more bearable.

She found herself helping to clear up a destroyed stall. Masks from the night before lay covered in splinters, still wearable but tainted by the events of the night before, so much so that she was sure nobody would ever wear them. Still, she carefully cleaned them off as well as she could and stacked them into the box. The hunters hadn't just tried to kill them. They'd enjoyed the destruction, ruined people's lives. This wasn't as much about trying to eliminate them as it was asserting dominance, striking fear in to their hearts.

Which meant that this was only the beginning. Evelyn knew they could be expecting something else. Maybe more subtle murders. Maybe another mass attack. Evelyn would have been lying if she said that the thought of leaving, of finding somewhere safer, hadn't occurred to her. But... she didn't want to. It was that simple. Markus was the closest thing she had to a friend right now. She knew he'd protect her, so abandoning him didn't sit right with her. Not after their discussion about their humanity. And so... she would stay and fight alongside them and help them clean up the mess when they won. And then she would decide what to do next.

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Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Alex found the kitchen easily enough; he followed the smell of food. That was something he was good enough at. Something in him knew he would find Oliver there, and he did. He almost apologized for startling the man, but Oliver started speaking so quickly, Alex didn't get much of a chance. When asked about his sleep, Alex nodded, "I slept just fine," The lie was so effortless even he almost believed it, "The room is very nice." That was the truth. Only a moment later, Oliver's hand was on Alex's head. Normally, Alex hated things like this. He'd spent most of his adult life being babied and treated like a child, and this gesture was dangerously close to some of the same treatment.

However, Alex was fairly certain that Oliver was just trying to make sure nothing was off, and he didn't mind that treatment from Oliver, anyway. Something about him just made Alex feel safe, somehow. At ease, and as if he had nothing to fear. While Alex couldn't be sure if it was Oliver's personality, or the fact that he had saved his life the night before, he didn't mind it. With Oliver's hand on his forehead, Alex looked up at him, studying his face. Alex had always been fond of looking at people, especially ones with such nice features. It was almost as if he were trying to commit every line of Oliver's face to memory, as if he were afraid he would forget what the man looked like if he didn't take every opportunity to really look at him. It was only a moment, though, before Oliver opened his eyes, and Alex looked right into them. If Oliver hadn't started talking, Alex may have been tempted to comment on the color's of his eyes. Instead, he just smiled, nodded, as if to indicated he understood what Oliver had been doing, even though he didn't fully. He shook his head at the joke, "No tail, unfortunately." He winked, then continued, "I feel fine." He paused for a brief moment and added, "You did good."

He turned his attention to the breakfast Oliver had made. Though he was hungry, the though of food wasn't entirely appealing. Still, it was a kind gesture. He looked up at Oliver and raised an eyebrow at the coffee comment. It wasn't an incorrect assumption, but Oliver had said that with all the confidence of someone who knew. Still, he smiled, "You assumed correctly." He decided to help himself to some coffee, before sitting down and picking at his food for a moment, "Thank you, by the way, He started, as if it was an afterthought, though it sounded genuine enough, "For breakfast and, you know, everything." By everything he meant the healing, the hospitality, existing. He was fairly sure he would have died if not for Oliver and Violet. Wait. He briefly looked up towards the ceiling, trying to remember if he'd seen her after he woke up the night before, but he couldn't remember. A brief feeling of dread passed over him; he would have to remember to ask about her. She was probably fine, but whatever they had encountered was, frankly, terrifying, and he didn't want to think about what it might have done to Violet if it had caught her.


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Zada had taken a leisurely stroll back to her home, not paying much mind to the threat of hunters. They had seemed to be in retreat, and honestly didn't scare her in the first place. There, she spent an evening thinking, and listening to her (most recent) late fiance's record collection, before settling in to bed. The suffering of others didn’t affect her much. Really, she didn’t care at all about most of the inhabitants of the town. Though she’d lived in town a few years, she really hadn’t formed very many meaningful relationships. If she were honest, she would tell you she still wasn’t sure how to form relationships with people outside of the water. Even after all these years, she didn’t know how to relate to people. All the same, this town was her home, now. She’d spread her roots, become comfortable. She liked life in Greythorne, and she didn’t appreciate her entire life being disrupted in this way.

So when morning came around, she found herself walking out the door, and right into the chaos of Main Street. She saw familiar faces, though she wasn’t certain she could name most of them. Most of the people in town were cleaning because they wanted to help, but Zada saw this more as an opportunity to feel out the health of the town. She worked quietly, cleaning up what she could; but ultimately she knew that the town wouldn’t want to be reminded of this event if they decided to hold the festival again. The people in this town were resilient, that much was obvious, but Zada wouldn’t blame them if they decided that fairs and festivals were no longer worth the risk. Someone Zada didn’t know had handed her a broom, having decided they needed a break from the work. It was emotional work, for sure, and Zada couldn’t imagine having to clean it all up after having been there the night before. She stayed busy sweeping up the debris and trash littered on the ground

It didn’t take long before she spotted a familiar pair, and while a part of her said not to intrude on their conversation, she wanted to know if Markus knew any more about the attack than she did. Honestly, Zada had seen this sort of thing before, and she knew it would take some time for the town to go back to normal, if it ever did. She needed to decide if she was going to stay; though this was her home, if a mass amount of the residents relocated, Zada would likely do the same. She had chosen this town so she could live comfortably, and if the very people that made this town comfortable left, there was no reason to stay. So she walked up, somber smile on her face. None of it looked completely natural, her movements almost never did. They were well-practiced, but perhaps too well practiced. ”Sorry to interrupt,” She started, though she wasn’t sorry, ”I was wondering…” It struck her that she didn’t know how to word her question without sounding callous, and she briefly tried to think of a better way to word it. However, after not quickly finding softer words, she continued, ”I was wondering if you knew how bad the attack was.” She shrugged, ”I’m trying to decide if I should consider moving.”

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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This habit of taking on huge projects whenever he was emotionally distressed was starting to become a bit of an issue, if he was being perfectly honest with himself. But in his defense, Friendsgiving hadn't initially been a huge undertaking. It was more a case of... spiraling out of control and suddenly he had found himself making a spreadsheet of what exactly everyone was bringing and what he had left to do. He'd been awake at 3AM last night cleaning and decorating the apartment and attempting to move around furniture to make some space.

He wasn't thinking about that conversation over breakfast. He wasn't still trying to wrap his head around the whole idea of angels and a higher being and... everything that came with it. And he certainly wasn't trying to come to terms with the fact that he'd had a massive freaking crush on a literal angel. And for once, Phoenix had done what was probably the sensible thing. He'd told Cas that he needed some space to process things. It had been the last thing he'd wanted to do when he finally looked at those goddamn eyes, but this time, his head had won out. His heart had gotten a compromise by inviting Cas to the Friendsgiving dinner, but if Phoenix was being honest, he didn't exactly have high hopes.

Why had he held the dinner in his own damn apartment? Alex's abuela probably would have let him take over her kitchen and hell, probably would have helped in return for an extra large slice of Phoenix' pecan pie. It was too small. Really, it was too small for anyone other than him, Alex, and Jaiden. But no, he'd invited more people than that, and he was stressed. The four cups of extra strong coffee he'd had that morning to try and combat the three hours of poor sleep he had wasn't helping things, sure, but it was either that or risk messing something up, and that was not an option. Everything had to be perfect.

He had no damn control over his own life, and so he was going to take control over this damn dinner if he had to give himself a caffeine-induced heart attack doing it.


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Evelyn had only a vague idea of who this Phoenix person was, and she had even less of an idea how she'd ended up with an invitation to Thanksgiving dinner. She had never really been to Thanksgiving. Her family just never did it. But Markus had said he was going. She got the impression he wasn't quite sure why he was going either, but he'd said she should go to "make friends" or something like that. She'd retorted that excuse back at him.

She didn't even know what one brought to Thanksgiving dinner, so she just had a bottle of red wine and a box of chocolates. She didn't even know what to wear so erred on the side of "festive". But she would have been lying if she said that she wasn't kinda looking forward to it, to meeting the various people this peculiar little town had to offer. From what she'd seen so far, she knew it would certainly be interesting.

She knocked on Markus' door, her trademark aviator sunglasses and large hat shielding her face from the sun. She'd been spending most of the time out at night lately, patrolling the woods and the sleeping town, looking for... something. Things had been far too quiet, and it was making everyone uneasy. Evelyn got the impression that they were gathering their strength and their forces, waiting to strike back at them and this time, with enough force to overwhelm them. Evelyn felt like they should be preparing, doing... something. But she was an outsider, it wasn't like she could whip up her own team of patrols or impose a curfew or anything. And so she was stuck in limbo, waiting for something to happen and praying she could help.