“her bones are fortressed like matchsticks, her veins running on GASOLINE..." MEREDITH GRANT. twenty-three. human. dancer at eclipse. "...both are only waiting for the flame to light them up."
it wasn’t unusual for lucien to have small gatherings of his friends , but on occasion the old vampire liked to pay tribute to a time long gone. a time of immaculate , glamorous parties that was open to the public and after the loss of a young vanderbilt he assumed it wouldn’t go unappreciated. there were plenty here to drown their sorrows or looking for some sort of distraction , he sat on a couch in the humble library of his home and as someone pushed the door open he almost snapped at them to leave until laying eyes on said intruder. he arched a curious brow and lolled his head to the side as he regarded the other , shifting his drink from one hand to the other , “ welcome , cher , care for a drink ? “
SHE WASN’T SURE WHAT ATTRACTED her to the party — the promise of drinks or the promise of another night to forget? either way meredith had pulled the red flapper dress from her closet and pulled it on — a remnant from a 1920′s theme night eclipse had put on back when she first began dancing there. she had supposed at the time it would fit the ‘days of past’ soiree that was being thrown ( vampires were so sentimental ), and even if it didn’t, it did showcase her legs quite nicely and that was always a bonus.
meredith had let herself get lost in the party as soon as she arrived, throwing back nearly any drink that crossed her path — however, this only managed to amuse her for a short period of time before her curiosity overwhelmed her and she decided to explore instead. poking her head into room after room, she let herself absorb the glamour of the home until she could almost deceive herself into believing it was her own and not a strangers. she didn’t give pause until she opened a door with a man inside sitting in a chair surrounded by books with aging binds across nearly every wall. meredith entered the room, bolder with alcohol flowing in her veins. “ something tells me that whatever you’re having isn’t something i could ingest. ” she leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over her chest. “ but i’ll take a glass of scotch if you have some. ”
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ivy was sprawled out on her couch idly scrolling through her phone, a half-empty glass of cheap merlot sitting on the coffee table she got off from a friend from college when she received meredith’s texts. a grin pulled at her lips, and she sat up, sinking into the cushions as she typed out a reply. netflix might have been calling her name, but the call of the night was louder.
[ TEXT DELIVERED AT 7:40 PM ]: you read my mind
[ TEXT DELIVERED AT 7:41 PM ]: lbr we walk around vampires every day in this town and we’re not dead yet, so def can take our chances
[ TEXT DELIVERED AT 7:42 PM ]: who has the time to be scared of a murderer anyway i have things to do people to see
[ TEXT DELIVERED AT 7:42 PM ]: where should i meet you?? quarter moon?
friendship had always come easy to ivy, satiating her need for affection and attention through the company of others. strangers became familiar if only for the hour, the night, the week; you see, the problem wasn’t making friends, it was keeping them. at first, she’d assumed meredith would become one of those fleeting friendships, a connection forged by similarities and a knack for bad decisions but not by time, yet in the short period she’d known the other girl, ivy had found she stuck around. even if she’d taken a bit longer to warm up.
A FEELING OF TREMENDOUS RELIEF swept through meredith as her phone buzzed on the comforter of her bed. it wasn’t that meredith needed ivy’s company — she had gone out drinking solo several times by herself, always finding a good time regardless of whether she had started the night out with a companion. it wasn’t need that drove her to seek the other out, but a want. she wanted ivy’s friendship, a sentiment she wasn’t accustomed to. perhaps it was only their similarities that brought them together and perhaps they would only be friends for a brief amount of time, but meredith wanted to enjoy the time they had for however long they might be. and going out to get shitfaced sounded like the perfect night.
[ TEXT DELIVERED AT 7:45 PM ]: you’ve got a point there
[ TEXT DELIVERED AT 7:46 PM ]: for real. we’ve got drinks to drink and parties to crash
[ TEXT DELIVERED AT 7:48 PM ]: very important business related things that can’t be pushed off another night
[ TEXT DELIVERED AT 7:48 PM ]: yeah, lets meet outside the club. meet me here in an hour??
AN ALMOST ANIMALISTIC GROWL leaves full lips as she eyes the children running w i l d through the cafe , squealing and yelling as they pleased . it wasn’t just her that was annoyed either , their were many faces throughout the venue that shared her look of annoyance . “ you know i love kids just as much as the next person , but why do parents let them run wild and not watch them , take them to the park . ” she grumbled leaning towards the person beside her as she muttered beneath her breath .
MEREDITH’S EYEBROW QUIRKED, amusement flitting across her features as she shoved her hands into her pockets. “right? back in my day we’d run outside and chase a hoop with a stick down a hill to get our energy out. we didn’t run around crazy in businesses.” she grinned, watching the children run between the tables. “you’re the sherrif’s daughter, right? baines?”
her knuckles are split, bruised. they’ll heal. his face will take longer. "next time keep your hands to yourself-“ she hisses, lurching forward to take another swing. there is red behind her eyes, in her veins, thundering in her chest. red, everywhere. she won’t stop. and then a hand grips her shoulder, pulling her back. "hey !! get off, get off me-”
"HEY, MAN, CHILL. jesus christ, listen, if you’re that from me of all fuckin’ people then that’s pretty fucked up.” meredith pried the other girl away from the man, hauling her back towards a bar stool. it was then, and only then, that she let the girl go. “if you don’t put ice on your knuckles soon, they’ll swell. and i mean, really swell. unless the pain is your thing, i won’t judge,” she said with a grin waving at the bartender to capture their attention. “you’re one of the tennenbaums, right? you run with the southside pack. i’m meredith, you might’ve seen me at the fight ring in the back of quarter moon. want a drink?”
MOST DAYS, IVY LANGSTON, WAS THE ONLY PERSON who seemed to be on the same wavelength as meredith. they both sought similar things in unconventional ways — through sex and violence, through impulsive actions where the consequences were never a factor. ivy was quite possibly, the only true friend she had. it was embarrassing; something she’d never admit aloud — what kind of twenty-three year old only had one friend? then again, it wasn’t as if either of them were well adjusted adults either. meredith wasn’t sure that was a simple life goal she could ever achieve.
it took her two days to convince herself to text ivy, and two more days still to think of what to say. they had known each other for a short period of time and meredith was still adjusting to having someone she could label as a friend.
[ TEXT DELIVERED AT 7:35 P.M. ]: hey, wanna get some drinks tonight?
[ TEXT DELIVERED AT 7:36 P.M. ]: i got tonight off from work
[ TEXT DELIVERED AT 7:38 P.M. ]: i know everyone’s probs heading in earlier at night bc of that vanderbilt’s death but i figured we could take any asshole vamp who tries to take a bite out of one of us
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through the corner of his eye with his back towards his coworker, dion watched meredith, wary. standing in front of the full - length mirror, her reflection revealed mottled purple bruises under the harsh light of the dressing room. she hurriedly applies make - up, in an attempt to hide her latest brutal exchange away from view.
how unsightly. what would their handler think ?
but at least, meredith compensates for her battered appearance with her attire for tonight’s show. the silk left little to the imagination as it outlined the slopes and curves of her lithe frame. there was a slight upturn to his lips, as the blond moved closer to her from behind. a pale hand made its way to the hem of her lingerie, idly playing with the fabric between his fingers.
“ who knew you looked so appealing in red, mer’ ? ”
his motions slowed, pressing in and touching, fingers grazing across bare skin. the corners of his mouth turned upward some more, not yet a smirk. “ but you would suit anything i am sure, any colour would go to accentuate your beauty. ” @burningism.
BRUISES AN ARRAY OF DIFFERENT HUES lined her body — to anyone else they were unpalatable, a marring on her otherwise faultless skin. meredith viewed them as badges of honor; badges she had been earning and collecting since she was fifteen years old and had first stepped into the fight ring. knowing others didn’t view them the same way however, called for meredith to get creative with covering up the deep purples and blues on her skin. her money was made from her body, and it wouldn’t do to drive that source of income away by putting clients off by showcasing her bruises.
she pressed her fingers into one on her ribs as she wiped foundation across it, loving the jolting ache it sent through her body. lost in her task of covering her bruises, she had forgotten dion was present until he touched the material of her lingerie. annoyance flickered through her at the nickname ( though, he was right — red was her color ) and she fought a shiver as his fingers trailed against her skin. meredith slapped his hand away as she turned on her heels to face him and say, “i’m sure you’d find anyone in red appealing. you’re a vampire. save the sweet talking and pet names for your victims. i’m sure they’ll appreciate it more than i do.” she attempted to shoulder her way past him, adding, “don’t you have to be on stage soon?”
MEREDITH GRANT ( CIS FEMALE & SHE/HER )? oh, aren’t they the TWENTY-THREE year old HUMAN who works as a DANCER at ECLIPSE? word on the streets is that they are VIVACIOUS & RESOLUTE, but they can also be FOOLHARDY & APATHETIC. by the way, they look eerily similar to CINDY MELLO, don’t they? ( admin ciel / 21 / est / bun/buns )
FULL NAME: meredith grant.
AGE: 23.
PRONOUNS / GENDER: cis female & she/her.
SPECIES: human.
HOUSING: frenchtown. she grew up there, but moved to halkirk when she was 13. she’s now moved back to frenchtown as an adult and rents an apartment there.
FAMILY: currently, meredith only has her adoptive father, jerome. he is the only family she knows / that is left alive.
BACKSTORY:
tw for cancer and death.
growing up, meredith’s mother was the only family she ever knew. her father walked out on them before she was born so, she never knew him. it was evident that her mother loved her and did everything she could to provide for her. their relationship was very “you and me against the world.”
when meredith was twelve years old, her mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. due to the fact that they were already poor, meredith’s mother couldn’t afford insurance to help with their expenses.
her mother ended up passing away when she was thirteen. she would’ve gone into the foster system if jerome, her mother’s long time friend, hadn’t stepped in to adopt her. he let meredith move in with him into his home in halkirk.
jerome is a hunter who taught meredith how to protect herself from supernatural beings. the older she got, the more she used what he taught her in battles she ( generally ) started herself. she had a talent for getting herself in trouble and still does as an adult.
while she loves jerome and will always be grateful to him for opening his home up to her, she still feels incredibly isolated and alone. her mother meant the world to her, and seeing her mother die definitely left a deep impression with her that she’ll never entirely recover from.
PERSONALITY:
tw for nsfw and self harm ( to an extent ).
meredith has major issues with feeling emotion — this is why she fights / has sex often. the bruises she gets from physical action is the only way she can make herself feel. she’s incredibly reckless with the way she treats herself and her body. i wouldn’t necessarily call her an adrenaline junky, but its something akin to that. this is why she hangs around the southside pack’s illegal fight ring in the back of quarter moon nightly.
spitfire and blunt are two words that sum up her personality nicely. she has quite the temper and supernatural being or no, she’s gonna tell you how she feels. her reputation around town isn’t super important to her which is why she can be brutally honest. she tells the truth, but that doesn’t mean that her candidness is always appropriate or right.
despite her prickly attitude, she can get along easily with most people i think. of course, her personality isn’t suited to everyone ( i mean, it is why she has a lot of enemies ) but she’s easy going and can put people at ease. she’s generally the person you wanna go to if you want to forget about any trouble you’re having.
she doesn’t listen to anyone’s advice really. meredith is stubborn — once she has her mind set, it’s impossible to change it. it can make conversations hard with her sometimes because of how opinionated and judgmental she can be.
Does your character have any nicknames? god, no. meredith definitely isn’t the type for nicknames.
Does your character have any distinguishing features such as tattoos, scars, piercings, etc? she has a few tattoos on her body — her mom’s birthdate is across her breastbone above her heart, she has a detailed pattern of lace and pearls right beneath her breasts ( something similar to this, but not exactly that seeing as it gives hennaish kind of vibes and meredith is white ), the word ‘courage’ is tattooed on the side of her middle finger on her right hand, and she has a tattoo of a rose on her inner left wrist. she’s planning to get more, but those are the ones shes gotten so far.
What is your character like in relationships? Are they clingy? Faithful or unfaithful? Do they jump from one relationship to the other? Do they even have an interest in something romantic? meredith definitely isn’t in the right headspace for something romantic, but i don’t think that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t crave it? she’s never had a serious relationship with anyone beyond rough sex and wouldn’t even know how to begin one if she did have someone she was interested in.
What is one strong memory that has stuck with your character from childhood? Why is it so powerful and lasting? her one lasting childhood memory would probably be the night her mother died. shes never talked about that night with anyone, not even with jerome, but shes always held it with her.
WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS: i’m up for anything, but i’d especially love enemies / fuck buddies for meredith! it’d be interesting to see people shes beat at the fight ring hate her / want to get back at her for possibly beating them in a fight. i could also see a connection with someone who hangs around the eclipse a lot since she works there? either way, hit me up!
She’s the girl ablaze;
Her kiss burns like whiskey,
Her touch trails fire,
Her eyes burn brighter than city light
She’s the girl ablaze;
Who flames like the sun,
The moon and stars
She will ignite
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