“What’s left to say with all that’s come and gone? Words get in the way and anyway the devils got your tongue. And a storm brews inside and there’s nowhere to hide, it’s gonna blow your cover sky high. If you let this thing go, it’s gonna burn. You’re gonna take the whole world with you when you go. What are you gonna do when the storm takes over? So here you are, demons screaming in your head. You try to shut them out but they just get louder instead, and nothing you do can seem to break through. This darkness smothering you when it takes hold, your heart turns cold. The very soul seeps out of you. Can you hold this thing until the clouds clear?”
If you ask someone who has ever encountered an imp, chances are they belong to Heaven, Hell, or are intending to- either for a good reason or not. When this person belongs to Heaven, they will despise them, since imps are the main reason why people jump of the road to damnation even when they didn’t necessarily deserve it. If they already belong to the underworld, they will either take pride in saying so, or they will regret making the decision to take that side with every fiber of their being. That is known to be the truth for many, many years, but like each pattern, this one has been broken. By who, you may ask? Camila Tratcher. The 28-year-old has crossed paths with an imp before, but unlike most, she actually regrets the fact of not signing away her soul.
Life has always been good to her. Was it perfect? No, not by a mile. But she was happy, she was content. Camila was never one to see all the bad side of things, even went they went that way- if she had anything, it was good enough. She didn’t need to be the boss, and to have a large bank account; she could just be the employee, and have enough to make a living out of it. And that was exactly the way it turned out. She needed no one to remind her of her life goals, for she had none. Her sister Kimberly, however, wanted more than she could get. Typical, really, that two siblings would be so different, but it wasn’t enough to keep them apart. Some much, much worse would do that. Kimberly was engaged- Camila wasn’t too fond of her lover, but that didn’t matter. Her sister’s happiness did. Naturally, a big family dinner was organized for the traditional family they were born into, and everything was going fantastic- well, until someone decided to heat up the party, but took the term way too seriously.
Camila was in her room upstairs, fixing her clothes and getting the present that was hidden under her bed. Except her sister would never get the chance to see it. A fire started, out of nowhere, and the only thing warning her of what was happening was the screams she could hear coming from the floor below. She did try to get to them, as any desperate daughter, granddaughter, and sister would, but the flames blocked her way. The smoke filled her lungs and in a second she could not breathe, she could not see, and she could barely tell where she was. The unconsciousness wasn’t something she was used to, but luckily it went away after a couple of hours, when she woke up at the hospital.
Much to her surprise, instead of a doctor, an imp was standing in front of her. And not only was he there to visit, but he had an offer for her, too. Due to the fact that the fire had started downstairs, where her family was dining, their injuries were much worse than hers. Unlike her own, their bodies had actually made contract with the flames, and they’d inhaled much more smoke, causing them to lose consciousness much quicker, and the result was not only them staying “out” for longer, but they hadn’t even woken up yet- and there was a great chance that they would never do so. He laid down the law- her soul for the lives of her sister and her fiance, her mother, father, grandmother and grandfather. Surely without his help they wouldn’t stand a chance of surviving… and he made that clear.
Camila had faith. Word on the street is that faith is a good thing to have, but not this time. She did believe that if they were supposed to make it out alive, then they would. And who said that the imp was indeed telling the truth? There was no proof. He could be wrong just as much as he could be right, and after much consideration, she said what they both weren’t expecting: no. Her soul was a price way too high to pay, and if there was a chance that she could still count on, she would pray for that to happen. Instead, it didn’t. Not even 24 hours later, her relatives were pronounced dead, and the human didn’t even get a goodbye before they were taken from her. It hurt and it felt like it was the end of the world, but she was forced to move on as much as she could. Regrets fill her heart, and the wish to go back in time is something she has to deal with everyday.
Knows about the supernatural? Only about Heaven and Hell, and the only species she had ever encountered so far was the imp that tried buying her soul. She can only assume about the others, since he never got to explain this world to its full extent.
Personality: Needless to say, Camila is regretful. She had never expected the imp’s words to mean anything, but they did. If she could do it all again and sell her soul so they would live, she would do it without thinking twice. But now? She is powerless. It has been two and a half years since the incident, and there is nothing she can do to take back her actions. The fire itself wasn’t her fault, but she can’t help but think that the the blame of them being dead falls on her shoulders, and hers only. She doesn’t make it a secret about what happened to her family, though she won’t mention the fact that she had the opportunity to save them. All the faith she had is no longer there; Hell proved itself to be stronger than Heaven, since apparently her prayers were worth nothing. Camila has a poor sense of humor and half the time can’t quite understand sarcasm- really, why would you say something if you mean another thing entirely? Right now, there would be nothing that could make her sell her soul- besides the chance to go back in time, perhaps. But she has already been told that it isn’t possible.
The role of Camila Tratcher is open.
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“Maybe no one told you there is strength in your tears, and so you fight to keep from pouring out. But what if you unlock the gate that keeps your secret soul? Do you think there’s enough that you might drown? If no one will listen if you decide to speak, if no one’s left standing after the bombs explode, if no one wants to look at you for what you really are. No one can take you where you alone must go, there’s no telling what you will find there. And, God, I know the fear that eats away at your bones. It’s screaming every step, ‘Just stay here’. If you find your fists are raw and red from beating yourself down, if your legs have given out under the weight. If you find you’ve been settling for a world of gray so you wouldn’t have to face down your own hate.”
A flash of light. Loud noises. Explosions. Blood. That is what Sophia experiences every night after she goes to sleep. It feels like she’s in the middle of a battle, and it feels much more real than any other dream. She’s on the floor, hurt, laying on a pool of blood, just watching her surroundings, her dilated pupils taking in every detail of the event. She was confused, yes, but if there was one thing she was 100% sure of was that the people fighting, definitely weren’t humans. Their powers were unquestionable, and certainly no one could that many hits and still be alive. It feels so real, she can actually feel the heat of the nearby fire on her skin, the smoke crawling through her lungs, driving into her an unconscious stage. And after that, it was all black. The agonizing darkness that remained that way until she woke up the next morning.
This exact same dream has been haunting her for the past 5 years, and Sophia is certain that this means something. There hasn’t been one night that she wasn’t trapped in this event that might have never happened. Maybe it’s just a dream. But deep, deep down, she knows it isn’t. And the worst part is, that she’s right. The supernatural population all over the world is almost the same, since Heaven and Hell try to keep things fairly balanced. But Camden? Camden is different. This is the place where the underworld sends its worst workers, the ones that are either evil to the core, or don’t know how to do their jobs properly. And when both those kinds of people combine, nothing good can come out of it. And certainly, nothing did. But in a city full of humans as well, one has to learn to keep things under covers, control their anger, but that didn’t happen that day.
Earth was in chaos, and the chosen location for the battle field had been Camden itself. Heaven had no part in it- vampires fought incubi, who fought succubi, who fought imps, who fought demons. Never there has been as much of a disaster like that one. They battled for eight hours straight, and the fight taking place in the middle of the streets, it was impossible to keep humans from witnessing it. And Sophia was one of them. She was 16 at the time, and was coming back from school when she found herself in the middle of it. The true description of being in the wrong place, at the wrong time. There was no escape, and Sophia herself got hit by masses of magic - that was the only way she could find to describe it - quite a few times. She was brought to the floor, bleeding, her life slipping away from her as she watched the true exposure of the supernatural world.
Luckily for her and not so much for the demons, she woke up the next morning. She survived. But her mind was in a million places as she stared at two angels in front of her as she laid confused on her bed. At that moment she couldn’t tell what they were, of course, but she could suspect. It was one of the few times that angels interfered; they not only had to do major damage control, but also go after the few humans that had survived the wrath of the damned, and do whatever they could to help them. One of the angels had too much of a conscience, so he decided to be fair. He told Sophia everything that had happened, that everything she saw was real, and that he wasn’t just a simple human. Much to their surprise, Sophia lost it. The truth was too much for her, and panic shot through her each time she thought about all of those things being… real. She was crying. She was terrified. Even the angels, that were there to help, seemed like a threat to her. Without any other option left, the soldiers of Heaven did the only thing they could.
Not only did they erase her memory and wiped out every detail related to that day, but they also altered it. In her mind, she left school and went home, watched some movies and went to sleep. There wasn’t a gap or a loophole there. It was simply normal in her eyes. Like it never happened. Her body was healed as well, not leaving a trace, wound or scar behind. Well, only the one in her mind. Ever since that day, when she goes to sleep, the memories that wasn’t supposed to be there strike back. She dreams about it, exactly like it was. She does think they mean something, but after telling others about her thoughts, no one even considered it to be true. But how could they? She knows for a fact that never truly happened. She has no way to prove it, since there isn’t anything she could work with. So for now, the only thing she has is her safe, human self, and the world she slips into at night.
Knows about the supernatural? Not anymore.
Personality: Even though she denies it, Sophia has been acting differently ever since the battle. Of course neither she or her friends know what was so special about that day; still, they insist she’s not truly herself. The dreams scare her to the point that she tries hard to stay awake, that messing up her system, and making her feel more and more tired as the days go by. It has been five years already, but the images never cease to affect her. She cares about others, but if confronted with a life/death situation and she had to choose between saving herself or someone else, she would say “you’re on your on”, and turn her back. Her job at the local bookshop is one of her gateaways, since she likes to explore the world of dreams through books each time her help is needed. But her eyes are unfortunately blinded to the fact that her boss Arthur Mernick is the responsible for the dreams she suffers from, and that almost everyone else who works with her are a part of this world she fears so much, without even knowing it exists.
The role of Sophia Cadell is open.
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“Again in the night we go into the world unknown, just let us go. I know that I’m breathing slow, inhaling smoke, i just awoke. A bottle of pills I’m chokin’ down, with dancing demons all around. And I’m hearing sounds and I know I’m hearing voices now. With all the buildings crashing down, it’s Armageddon again. I’ll drink the poison from the ground and make a toast to the end. For all the kids and all the ones and even some who’ve just begun. To feel the pain because they can’t stand to stay away. I see the streets burn every time i fall asleep. I’m losing all my sanity, I can’t hide from the voice that speaks inside of me. I asked myself if it’s the truth a guild conscience isn’t proof. So hide your knifes and save yourself, it’s just you there’s no one else. Will I change? The time will tell. Why can’t I dream? What’s this hell? So maybe I should stop this time and draw the line and see the light. But it’s too late, I can’t this time.”
When you look at Mason, one of the first things you probably notice is that he is a male. Now, you might not even notice that you notice that, because it’s just a basic detail that is a part of him. And that’s just how it is: some people are born as girls, and some people as boys. Well, maybe sometimes they are born as both. And, every once in a while, as a boy inside a girl’s body. Over the years, that has become more and more frequent- however, not many can do something about it. And due to the pressure that society puts on people, it only makes their life that much harder. That’s what happened to Marina, 23 years ago. She was born in the body of a girl, but her mind didn’t match what she looked like on the outside. Sure there must have been some mistake in the genetics, for it wasn’t possible for her to feel so out of place - so out of herself.
There was no doubt in her mind that her life shouldn’t be like that. It bothered her, to look in the mirror everyday, and not see herself as the person she was on the inside. For 18 years, she suffered for not being able to change it. She had to be realistic- even though it didn’t feel right, it was the only life she could have. Her only option? Dress like a boy, talk like a boy, and act like a boy. Maybe that way people would believe that she was, indeed, a boy. That was her life, until the day she met the one person that would be able to change her fate, hopefully for the best. An imp. Her soul was a low price to pay in exchange for the thing she wanted the most: to finally and truly become what she was supposed to be all along. It wouldn’t take a professional imp to see that the deal would be successful; what was her soul, compared to that?
After signing the contract and giving up her most precious possession, a new person was born. Not Marina- Mason. She was no longer a girl, not on the inside and much less on the outside. Some say you don’t need to look like a man to be one (something Mason truly believes in), but nothing feels better for him than to look at the mirror and see his true self. He no longer has a soul, but why would he need it, anyways? Heaven is something he never believed in, but Hell always felt real. Now more than ever.
With a new body and hopes for a new life, Mason left his family as soon as his soul was taken from him. He looked nothing like before, and besides, who would believe him? Trying to explain selling your soul sounded even more unlikely to happen than to change your body completely. In his parent’s eyes, it was impossible. In his too, until it happened. Until it happened and opened his eyes to the world around him. Angels and demons walking among humans, as well as thousands of other devilish creatures. He chose not to turn into one of them (even though the imp offered him an eternal life if he did), for he is more than happy with being nothing but himself now. It isn’t everyday that someone gets a change to start over, and he is making full use out of this rare opportunity.
Regrets selling his soul? Sometimes Mason thinks the price was too high, but all in all, he doesn’t regret his decision.
Knows about the supernatural? Yes, but he isn’t able to spot them. He just knows they exist.
Personality: When it comes to friendships, Mason is very picky. Although he does like company, he doesn’t let simply anyone become that intimate if not proven themselves worthy of it first. His deal is his best kept secret- he will not only keep it to himself because half the population would stick him in a madhouse if he started rambling about imps and demons, but also because he wants to prove, more to himself than to others, that he has always been like this. He lies about it, and he lies to himself, too. He lies to much about this subject that he is starting to believe it, too. He has always been a male. He was born like this, and the only reason he left home was because he couldn’t stand being close to his family. The name Marina rings no bells. A deal with the devil? Well, that’s simply impossible. There is no way for anyone to find out, and he won’t do anything about it. He is safe- well, that until his day comes, and Hell becomes his new home.
The role of Mason Hackett is open.
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“You didn’t ask for this, nobody ever would. Caught in the middle of this dysfunction, it’s your sad reality; it’s your messed up family tree. And all your left with all these questions; are you gonna be like your father was and his father was? Do you have to carry what they’ve handed down? No, this is not your legacy. This is not your destiny, yesterday does not define you. This is not your meant to be, I can break the chains that bind you. I will restore all that was broken. And just like the seasons change, winter into spring, you’re brining new life to your family tree now.”
Unfortunately, not all Kromers are loyal to their heritage. Even though Lucas is and would die to save one of his own, his parents would not. Marelene and Joel Kromer were never too determined. They were both Kromer by blood, very distant cousins that ended up getting married. Still, they kept the family business because they simply had to. Lucas grew up in that environment, and while his parents didn’t have the passion needed, it was safe to say that he had it for both of them. He would be the one begging his parents to go hunting on the weekends, while normal teenagers would be begging to learn how to drive. If given the choice to change his life completely, he would say no— he was a Kromer, and extremely proud of it. He would shout it at the top of his lungs, if that wouldn’t get him killed— either by vampires or his own parents.
But soon enough, he had no parents to reprimand him anymore. They didn’t die, not in the typical way. They were both fascinated by the promise of eternity and the power that came with the fangs. That was the reason why his parents couldn’t dedicate themselves to hunting— they couldn’t understand how being a powerful being was wrong. Hell, they wanted it for themselves. Lucas knew nothing of it, of course. After he turned 17, Marlene and Joel expressed much more interest in going after vampires, which was a surprise at first, but Lucas didn’t give it much thought. Without questioning, he took the two of them out with him on a hunt, excited for them to be finally in action like a family, like he had always wanted. But little did he know that they were only just using him; they wanted to find the vampires, yes, but only to beg to be turned into creatures like them.
Since his mum and dad took the side of the vampires, Lucas was soon outnumbered, but instead of being attacked, he was left behind. Both of his parents ran away with the ones they were supposed to kill. Lucas was completely broken after that day, but had enough will power not to give up; he kept going, alone. He told lies when people asked where his parents were— they were traveling. Always traveling. For five years he had to deal with loneliness, but one knock on the door could change it all. When he opened it, the two of them were standing there: his mother and his father, looking exactly the same as they did the last time he had seen them. Only paler, and with sharper canines. Instead of attacking their own son, they invited him to join them in this new life. When Lucas finally allowed them into his house, they explained to him that their intention was to take him with them back then, but he was much too young; they had been waiting for him to be older —21, at least— to give him the choice.
They were surprised when he said no. Lucas loved them with all his heart, but he couldn’t let two people convince him that killing innocents was worth all the power that came with it. They were his parents, yes, but after five years of living alone, eating alone, and learning about life on his own, Lucas had also developed a mind of his own; he knew what was right and wrong. And what they wanted him to do was all kinds of wrong. The two of them left in silence, and even though Lucas could have tried and kill them, he found himself unable to. They were still his parents, maybe that went against the Kromer lessons, but he couldn’t. They had made their choice.
After that day, everyone he had ever met knew about what had happened. All Kromers were aware that Marlene and Joel Kromer had gone bad. He didn’t know why— maybe someone saw them leaving his house and told everyone else. Now they all just expect him to do the same, they all judge him for what they did. Because of that he had to move out of Detroit, and since then, he’s been traveling and somehow he ended up in Camden, London. His mother left an address when she left, saying that if he ever changed his mind, they would still welcome him with open arms. Lucas didn’t see it as an option, he didn’t even think of it for a second. But still, he keeps the address inside his wallet wherever he goes.
Lucas and the Kromers: Lucas has met Daniel briefly in a Kromer family meeting once, but that was years ago— way before his parents left.
Personality: Lucas has the tendency to assume that everyone is always talking about him. Not in a cocky, but insecure way. If someone near him is laughing, he will instantly think they’re making fun of him, instead of it being something completely different. Besides that, he’s still very hardworking, and his main goal in life is to keep others safe; he still hunts, and since most of the Kromers think he will end up like his parents, he makes sure to give his best, as if to prove that he will never give in the way they did. He’s talkative, though it takes him more than a few conversations to consider someone his friend. He’s a major fan of alcohol, though he prefers to drink it in his apartment than to go to bars or pubs— which is a little strange, since he also works in the security for the Doomed Dance Floor, a club in Camden. He thinks of his parents every other day; if they’re still “alive”, if they’re killing. If he would be able to kill them if it came down to it. If they’d still take him, if he did change his mind.
The role of Lucas Kromer is open.
“The sea is whipping the sky, the sky is whipping the sea. You can hide away forever from the storm, but you’ll never hide away from me. The icy cold will cut us like a knife in the dark, and we may lose everything in the wind but the Northern Lights are burning and they’re giving off sparks. You know I’m onto your scent, we’re near the end of the chase. Take a look out your window and I’ll be there in the night. You’ve been living your life like a girl in a cage and you whisper when I want you to shout. And I wonder why you wanna go on sleeping when there’s nothing left to dream about. But you better remember, if it’s something I want then it’s something I need. I wasn’t built for comfort, I was built for speed. Your eyes are darker than sin and I’ve been watching them glow. Take a chance on a promise and a roll of the dice. For the good of some thrills on a long frigid night, for the good of the fire in your soul. For the good of the action and a race in the dark, for the good of those chills up your spine.”
It takes a great deal of strength to give up everything for those you love. When Dylan Tanner was a mere boy of sixteen, he believed he was strong enough to do so, and sold his own soul to the Devil for the chance to save his dying mother’s life. When the time finally came for him to give his soul away, however, he fell short to his fears. Dylan’s mother suffered from lung cancer for as long as he could remember. His childhood consisted of accompanying her to endless trips to the doctor’s office for checkups, exams, and surgeries and constant worry over whether or not she would be there to wake him up in the morning. By the time he was sixteen, her sickness was irreversible. Chemotherapy would not treat the disease any longer. His mother was growing older, and more frail and weary with every passing day, she was tired of fighting. Her death was near. The doctors weren’t denying it, and neither was she, but Dylan couldn’t bear to see his mother go.
With his father out of the picture since he was nine, Dylan only ever truly had her in his life. She was his best friend, his confidant, and he loved her deeply- and that is why, when an imp proposed his mother’s health in exchange for his soul, he did not hesitate. He was far too tired of seeing her crumble beneath the weight of her disease to let her suffer any longer. His soul seemed like a small price to pay for her own happiness, and if she was happy, he would be, too. Much to the imp’s demise, however, Dylan was still underage. The imp would have to wait two years, until his eighteenth birthday, before Dylan would be able to sign the contract to auction off his soul- because believe it or not, Hell does follow somerules.
Dylan’s soul was much too pure to be let go, though. So that was the deal. His mother would be healthy now, for she didn’t have long, and the imp would come back to claim his payment later on. The last two years of Dylan’s freedom passed far more quickly than he had ever imagined. His eighteenth birthday grew nearer and nearer, and with each passing day, he grows more afraid of the imp coming back for him. Despite his mother’s good health, he was afraid. He didn’t to sell his soul, to become a cog in the Devil’s machine- what he saw as a plausible exit, was terrifying to him now. So he did the only logical thing he could think of. He ran.
After a year of hiding out, Dylan stumbled across frantic emails from his other relatives. Each one of them demanded to know where he had run off to, and if and when he would ever return home. The most recent email, dated two months before, informed him that his mother’s cancer had come back. She was dead. The imp that had been promised Dylan’s soul was seeking revenge on him, he knew. The human was foolish enough to think that by being away from her, she would live the rest of her life in peace. That he would be the only one in danger, trying to get away with not paying his part of the deal. But no- his mother was dead and it was all his fault.
Dylan carries his guilt on his shoulders every single day, the weight of it all nearly too much to bear. His cowardice took the life of his very own mother, whom he loved dearly. Even still, Dylan knows that it is far too late to turn back now- his mother was gone, and even if he handed over his soul to the imp, that wouldn’t change a thing. And so he continues to run. It’s the only thing he knows how to do anymore.
Knows about the supernatural? Dylan’s only knowledge of the supernatural world is the existence of imps. He does not, however, have any idea that they roam the streets of Camden, nor do they know that he is there. Being human, Dylan has no supernatural scent or signature, and therefore, it is not easy for Hell to find him. All secrets, however, especially in a place like Camden, have a funny way of revealing themselves. For all he knows only one imp is looking for him, but word spreads fast among the soulless individuals.
Personality: Ever since his eighteenth birthday, Dylan’s life has been a constant running away. He moves from city to city, only staying for short amounts of time- once things start to get familiar, he picks up and leaves. He is far too afraid of the imp catching his trail to stay in one place for too long, and his new lifestyle has taken a toll on him. Dylan is very reserved. He tries his best to keep to himself, not wanting to grow attached to people he knows he’ll have to part with soon enough. He keeps his distance, as to not build any relationships he’ll want to keep, and is a bit awkward when it comes to social contact. Dylan is very cautious around everyone he meets. Trust is no longer an easy concept for him - for any man in a suit looks like an imp - and he has a poor tendency to assume that everyone he meets is trouble until they prove him otherwise. Needless to say, Dylan is incredibly lonely- but in his eyes, he deserves every minute of it.
The role of Dylan Tanner is open.
“Screaming on the inside, I am frail and withered. Cover up the wounds that I can’t hide, walls that lie between us. The saint within the sinner, I have lost the nerve, but it’s all right. Carry the wounded and shut your eyes, all will be forgiven, none will rise. Bury the fallen and lead the blind. I will find the lost, dead inside, into the nothing, faded and weary. I won’t leave and let you fall behind, live for the dying - Heaven hear me, I know we can make it out alive. Sorrow falls upon us, this will be the last time. Days begin to end but I’ll get by. Follow the hopeless and shut your eyes. All will be abandoned, none will shine. Gather the broken and leave this life lying in the earth side by side.”
There are three types of angels: the ones who work in Heaven, the ones sent to Earth on a task, and the ones that lived among humans to protect them. Karol is the latter. Her case is a very specific one, and one that she’s found herself to become very attached to over the years. But how could she not? Jaret, her protected, is just a simple mortal who has no idea of all the bad that once happened to him. Actually, no one does. Only Karol, and the person responsible for his past misery: Bianca Lockhart. They shared a love and by the end of it she crashed it between her hands, a love that would have gone far if it wasn’t for her mistakes. Heaven and Hell watched it all happen, and so did Karol. Even though her attention went directly to Jaret as soon as she saw what happened, it wasn’t her decision to look after him. It was Heaven’s, and she did nothing but obey and come down to perform her task.
The man feels incomplete, but he could never know why. He was the target of a deal made by others, he was the victim. Now he wandered Earth alone and seeking for answers he will most likely never find. But the only way of him actually doing that, is by a contract. Sure there is plenty of imps out there offering him answers, and considering his level of desperation, he could make a deal in a heartbeat if that meant getting whatever he lost back. He didn’t know why he felt this way and what it was, and has no idea of such deal or who Bianca is, and Karol is there to keep him from going to far to actually know it all. Truth, as important as it is, can be the death of someone, and it almost was his.
For the past 5 years the guardian angel has lived in Camden, keeping an idea on the human and even befriending him. It would only make her job easier. The center of her world is his soul, something so bright and pure, something she doesn’t want to get lost like his memories. Selling that soul in exchange of answers will certainly cross his mind at some point, but as long as he has Karol around him, he will be safe. As long as he has Karol around him, Heaven will be his choice, as as long as Karol is around him, he will keep on living his oblivious life, a torture for most, but all that he can get at this point.
Personality: As you would expect from an English teacher (even if that title is just a facade to be closer to Jaret), Karol is wise and could name over 50 books at the top of her head. Sure, she’s had a little help from being alive for such a long time, but it doesn’t change the way she feels about literature and learning in general. And as any guardian should be, Karol is protective and supportive - advices will flow out of her whenever someone is anything less than happy. The others come first, as she thinks they should. By spending so many years taking after other people, she almost forgets about herself or her own feelings. At this point, they don’t matter. Her life is just a detail on the scheme of things, and so far no one has had the guts to tell her otherwise.
Thoughts on the nephilim: Karol is torn. Not once in her life she has come across one, so no decision had to be made. Kill or not kill them? The rules said she has to, and her, by loving Heaven with every bit of her devoted heart, would most likely do it just to keep her grace. Because, then again, they come first. Not her. Never.
The role of Karol Deskino is open.
“There’s too much confusion for a young woman to take, look at my eyes that ain’t easy to fake. I’ve got no spirit left to break, I’ll slash my wrists ain’t no mistake. Suicide suicide it’s happening again, suicide suicide I’m losing my brain. What can I do? I’m gonna kill myself because of you. I’ve lost track of logical thinking; I’m sitting in a room not even blinking. Into the darkness I am sinking, about to hear the angels singing. My mind’s going round faster and faster, the scripts been read and there’s no disaster. I was in with a chance but I’m a bastard, I’m lying awake in a hospital plaster. Suicide it’s happening again.”
How many times exactly can one cross the line between life and death before losing their minds? Well, Amelia is trying to see how far she can go without diving into madness, and certainly if it wasn’t for a deal she made with the devil, she would either be stuck in an asylum, or in a cemetery - but with no chance of coming back this time. But when it comes to someone like her, what would it take to sign away your own soul, your most precious possession? For Amelia, not much. Never has she truly believed in the concepts of Heaven and Hell, so someone telling her that they wanted to buy her soul didn’t sound like much more than a joke. A soul. How important could it be, anyways? They told her she would be sent to Hell once this life ended for good, but could it really be worse than the world she lives in now?
The answer would be no, but that doesn’t change the fact that she loves life. She loves life so much, that being just one person isn’t enough for her. She’s an actress, or at least that’s what she likes to think of herself to be. Her family of course never supported her minor career, but she was too passionate about it to care. They left her, but her desired profession wasn’t actually the reason. What she did to herself was. The human is vivd during the day, but when the night comes… she changes. Not for the good like other people, no. It was much worse. When the darkness of the streets take place, so does the ones inside her heart. She fights against it, but when everything is done and no results come, she tries to rip it away by hurting herself. But scratches and injuries aren’t enough. Due to trying to end the misery, she tried to end her own like. Not one, not two, but countless times.
It was never intense enough to work, until one time when she was actually sent to the hospital after trying to swallow a bottle of pills. She woke up alone, crying, and regretting every single time it happened. The thing is… she wanted to live. Never had she truly wanted to leave this place sooner than she needed, but trying to end her life was no longer something she could control. Hurting herself to the point she was almost completely gone was a release, but the consequences of it? She didn’t want those. Breathing was too precious; she didn’t want to leg go of it. But when she finds herself with no power over her own actions, who is there to save her? What is there to save her? Praying would be useless; Heaven doesn’t exist. If this were her last option, she would even try it, but Hell presented itself first. And imp was before her; so much for not believing in it.
He showed up while she was still under observation. No one had visited her, for no one cared. The only people she knew are the ones in the play, and they are more co-workers than friends anyways. With her attention turned to him, he laid down the law. Or actually, the contract. Her soul (that she didn’t care about), in exchange of nothing more than safety. Protection against herself, if you may. While Hell couldn’t control her actions, they could control what happened after that. They only had to make sure that each time she harmed herself, it would either not be bad enough for her to die, or that if that did happen, she would be brought back instantly. Too numb to even consider all possibilities, she agreed. At that point, Amelia had nothing left to lose, only her life, and she wouldn’t let got of that. Not until it was really time for her to leave, anyways.
Knows about the supernatural? The imp who made her deal told her about the other species, but she refuses to believe that they exist.
Regrets selling her soul? No, for she still doesn’t truly believe in Heaven, Hell, or the true value of a soul.
Personality: It has been 2 years since her deal, she has been brought back 7 times, and yet she’s still the same Amelia from before. Dedicated to her job and fascinated by literature, she is a rather witty young-woman. She hates fiction- she thinks they are only a way of sugar-coat the truth, and likes to think of herself as someone who can see the world for what it truly is. Wrong, dirty, full of people that don’t deserve to live. But she? She deserves it more than anyone else. Because if Earth wasn’t her place, why would she be given the chance of not leaving? Well of course her time will come at some point, just like any other human, but she is special. She knows it. Her “night problems”, as she calls them, are a secret to anyone that is a part of her life. Telling them about it would raise suspicions to why she was still around, and those were questions she wouldn’t be able to answer.
The role of Amelia Scriven is open.
“Straight faced, emotionless. I lie, I cheat, I steal. Reckless nights with my own life, living in this filth and sin. Rot my insides with bottles and highs, gonna get what’s coming my way. Hell bound, sink down, wrath of the heavens cast out. Some sins don’t wash away, I hear them calling me so I sin to cover up my sins. Lost in the sickness, breathe it in. Moral decay I can’t escape; no regrets, no shame but there’s hell to pay. I hear the calling me, some sins don’t wash away. I’ve got hell to pay.”
The Great Depression in the United States is an event that is hard to forget. Many people starved to death for they had no money to afford the minimum to keep their families alive. Tristan was just a 14-year-old boy with recently divorced parents when thinks started to go downhill. They lived in New Orleans, and even though people used to say that the neighborhood was safe, the locals knew it was not. Tristan’s mother went looking for a job one day and never came back— had she found a better opportunity for herself that didn’t include her husband and child, or did the “safety” of the area win? Because of the difficult situation he found himself in, Tristan was forced to do the same; try and find a job. Unfortunately though, the only thing he could get accepted into was bootlegging— not his first choice, especially for such a young boy, but the only way to survive.
The money could only feed one mouth, so he decided not to go back to his father either. Maybe that’s what happened to his mother, he realized. For months he lived on the streets, until he gained enough of the gangster’s trust to let him sleep in one of the small rooms the man kept reserved for his whores. Needless to say Tristan’s innocence was long gone, but at that point, he could only think about staying alive until things got better. Years passed, but nothing changed. Tristan only got older and more professional, but that led him to believe people more blindly, too. And because of one of those times he trusted someone he shouldn’t, Tristan got stabbed in the back when the robbery of a full truck of confiscated gold bullion was blamed on him— when really he had nothing to do with it.
So his boss punished him the way he did his wife; he beat him. The man was twice Tristan’s size, and with the help of his minions, the young boy didn’t stand a chance against him. They tortured him and didn’t even ask for answers, and as soon as the sun went down, left the boy out in the streets to die. He was wounded and weak, without money or any hope left. The job he had was now gone for an injustice. But that was until someone else showed up, the only person in America who was willing to make business without a second thought. That man was no ordinary man, he was an imp. A creature from Hell, sent to Earth to buy people’s souls. And that was exactly what he wanted from Tristan.
The deal was simple. Tristan’s soul would belong to Hell, and in exchange, Tristan would survive. But not only that, he would live forever as a vampire. He would never depend on money or food again— only blood. For someone who had lost everything it seemed fair enough, and for someone who had only a few seconds left to live, it seemed like a miracle. And just like that, Tristan signed the contract with that man and became a vampire. He no longer worked for the crime boss, but for Lucifer himself. He no longer dealt with the mundane of money and lifted booze, but with blood.
Regrets selling his soul? No.
Personality: Tristan is very proud of the life he’s lived so far. He doesn’t like to think of the years of his childhood when he was weak, but every single memory since he became immortal has been great in his eyes. Even the tragic ones— the death of the humans, they became beautiful, in a way. Some people think Tristan is funny, though others don’t really get his jokes. But everyone understands his business. He’s graduated from the simple theft of his former life, to dealing his kind’s drug of choice. Every time he feeds, he drains the victim completely, but not for himself. He drains them, and keeps the blood, to sell it to the vampires he likes to call “puritans”, the ones who refuse to feed. He lies to them, saying he got the blood willingly, when in reality the previous owners of the blood are long dead.
The role of Tristan Evander is open.
“There’s all these cracks: crack of sunlight, crack in the mirror on your lips. It’s the moment of a sunset Friday when our conversations twist. It’s the fifth day of ice on a new tattoo but the ice should be on our heads. We only spun the wheel to catch ourselves so we weren’t left for death. And I was never looking for approval from anyone but you and though this journey is over I’ll go back if you ask me to. I’m not dead, just floating right between the ink of your tattoo. In the belly of the beast we turned into - I’m not scared, just changing right beyond the cigarette and the devilish smile. You can do the math a thousand ways but you can’t erase the fact that others come and others go but you always come back. I’m a winter flower underground, always thirsty for summer rain and just like the change of seasons, I know you’ll be back again.”
She was supposed to be dead, and so was her brother. She is a nephilim, after all - the offspring between an angel and a mortal, something forbidden, something unnnatural. That’s what both Heaven and Hell believe in, and that’s why she shouldn’t be breathing right now. Most nephilim are murdered right after birth and a few over the next years, that if they don’t get themselves killed on a suicide mission of revenge. But fate has been kind for Helena and Benjamin - their father, an angel that became a demon not too long after he fell, had bigger plans for them other than just end their lives. Despite him being disgusted by his own children, he trained them over the years, taught them how to fight and hide, how to persuade enemies and get what they want. The strength of an immortal was in their genes, but the demon made sure they learned how to use that strength - all of that, only to survive.
Demons are just as much as imps, known for making deals. And much more than that, they are known for getting the best part out of that deal. But this one was simple: Helena and her brother would spend eternity doing dirty jobs for their father, thing not even Hell could know of, and in exchange, he would let them live. No one would know about what they are or who they are, so no other higher immortal could finish them off too. If Hell ever heard of such deal, their father would be destroyed for keeping contact with this species, and so would them. So keeping the secret is a win for both sides, but the siblings soon found out they are on the short end.
Although working for their own father keeps them alive, it also keeps them in danger. Killing people has become something usual for them, something that they almost don’t even have to think about anymore. But covering their tracks is the hardest part, and especially when their worst enemy is their power. They can easily mask their aura and immortal signatures to look like human ones (so supernatural beings won’t be able to tell that they’re not mortal), but they also have to keep their power usage in check - using too much might give away their true identity and location, something that would kill them faster that they could ever imagine.
Personality: Helena acts indifferent when it comes to the tasks her father gives her, but deep down she wishes she wouldn’t have to do this to survive. Most of the time the task has killing included, and her guilt strikes in everytime she thinks about how she’s trading their lives for her. Is she really worth it? She couldn’t know. Her brother is her biggest strength, the one who actually makes her feel good about herself. After all, both Heaven and Hell keep talking about how nephilim weren’t supposed to happen, so the idea of her being nothing but a mistake is a constant in her mind.
The role of Helena Corbett is open.
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