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Dalvrick:
Vevila Gray, his dhampir daughter (1895-Current, appears to be in her 20s). Used to live with her father in Venice during summer and her mother and stepfather the rest of the year until adulthood. Visits her father maybe once a year if she feels like leaving the London area except for a short period during the 1970s. He’s usually the one to visit her while abroad on Gallery Show Tours, not the other way around. If she does visit, she usually spends very little time in the apartment. She finds it awkward to interact with most people in general, and creating another alias every few years just to see her father and Gunther outside of London is taxing. Well, technically Gunther the X. "Her Gunther" died in 1911 after a long life of 18 years. Giovanni (See below) is the only mortal who knows who she really is when and if she does decide to visit the warmer climes of the Mediterranean. She usually lies to anyone who is with her father and says she's his accountant or a relative of Giovanni's, usually a niece or granddaughter. (Unless otherwise plotted of course.)
FC - Ellie Bamber
Nikolai (1413 - Current) and Anya (1801 - Current, real name is Marie Dubois) Sokolov, his most trusted and longest friends. Nikolai is one of the few survivors of the coven Dalvrick belonged to from 1748-1755. Anya came along later when a young courtesan by the name of Marie Dubois became the target of Nikolai in 1820s Paris. Unlike Francoise and Dalvrick's relationship, however, it was not a pleasant and "socially-acceptable" coupling, Nikolai being a much less gentlemanly person than his "brother", and a frequent brothel visitor. But Marie found her most active client of the evening to be irresistible. They both quite enjoy the classically darker vampire hobbies. They are not exactly pleasant to non-vampires, "Little Vevi" being an exception as much as she is a curiosity to her "aunt and uncle" as dhampirs are so rare.
FCs - Alexander Ustyugov and Sophie Mousel
Matteo (29) and Alessia Rossi (26), his assigned watchers and psuedo-friends from the Vatican. Matteo usually runs the cover of one of Dalvrick's thralls and personal driver. Matteo's family has been watching his movements and actions since 1934 when his grandmother took the post from her superior. These two hunters have a good relationship with Dalvrick, but would try to kill him if the call ever came in to do so without hesitation. Otherwise, they're just the couple across the street and parents of two young girls, Sofia and Bianca.
FCs - Luca Marinelli and Miriam Leone
Giovanni "Old Man" Costa (1942 - Current) , Dalvrick's oldest mortal friend and owner of the paint shop on the first floor of the building that Dalvrick secretly owns in its entirety in Venice (Publicly, he only owns the top floor apartment). He is also one of the few actual thralls Ricky's ever created. But the dementia and the effects of Gio's advancing age and underlying health issues are beginning to overtake the benefits of their blood pact. The inevitable cascade of deterioration is something Ricky is not looking forward to.
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“Need and want are two different things. This isn’t like that time we snuck away from your business’s Christmas party to mess around though. That was a need for blood, and being too close to lots of warm bodies while hungry, that we just made fun for both of us as partners. I want to drink from you, and I need fresh blood to enjoy regular foods’ flavors for a time. Sand-flavored gelato isn’t exactly pleasant.”
He chuckled as she probably only half listened, her attention on Ricky’s, until-now, loyal companion. But he couldn’t be mad that Gunther had become so close to his lover either. Meant she had a protector and buddy when he wasn’t there. “I heard that. You two aren’t sneaky at all.”
"That was the first time you fed off me." She spoke, remembering it like it was yesterday. She had been so scared that night, but it ended up not being too bad. It had almost been... fun. He was right when he told her that it'd make her aroused. They ended up hooking up right in that meeting room, luckily her boss didn't catch them.
Olivia laughed as he said he heard her. "No you don't." She called back to him. She stood up and turned back to her lover. "So, will you come unzip me? Or is tasting my blood the only way to get you to want me naked?"
He gave her a look as she teased him. “No, but fresh blood also helps with other things you enjoy from me and it’s a lot easier to not mess up a pretty dress if you don’t have it on. Gunther, Zwinger.” The dog grumbled a bit before going to his actual rest spot, clearly wanting more time with Mama before Ricky followed her Into the room to assist her.
He peppered her neck and shoulders as he pulled the zipper down her back. “I have to say, I think I still prefer buttons and clips to zippers, but they do make it quicker to dress and disrobe. There’s just something fun about the slowness of disrobing a lover with older fasteners. Or the ability to just tear it open. Though not having to bind yourself in a bunch of layers to look presentable or cinching the waist and ribs in whalebone is also an improvement.”
“I don’t taste anything if I haven’t eaten in a bit anyway, so we’ll save gelato for after.” Gunther, his German Shepherd, having heard them return, made his way out of the bedroom, joining their side, seeking attention, pawing at her. “Though someone thinks you owe him for being gone.” He looked down at the dog and leered slightly before he returned his gaze to Olivia. “You heard Gelato and came running. Your Mama has been spoiling you on walks again hasn’t she?”
"Do you mean you need to feed on me? Because I had a lot of alcohol tonight I don't know if you'd want my blood." She spoke honestly, not quite sure how that works. Olivia gasped as she saw Gunther come out of their bedroom, crouching down and hugging him. "My baby boy. I missed you the most. Don't tell Dad." She kissed his head and scratched behind his ear.
“Need and want are two different things. This isn’t like that time we snuck away from your business’s Christmas party to mess around though. That was a need for blood, and being too close to lots of warm bodies while hungry, that we just made fun for both of us as partners. I want to drink from you, and I need fresh blood to enjoy regular foods’ flavors for a time. Sand-flavored gelato isn’t exactly pleasant.”
He chuckled as she probably only half listened, her attention on Ricky’s, until-now, loyal companion. But he couldn’t be mad that Gunther had become so close to his lover either. Meant she had a protector and buddy when he wasn’t there. “I heard that. You two aren’t sneaky at all.”
𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻. 🚢 - Dalvrick and Anna @ofthexnight
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Dalvrick made sure to kiss Olivia once it was clear they were making up for the earlier quarrel before walking with her to his apartment on the top floor of the building. Though at this point it might as well be theirs since she had a key to it. "Help you out of that dress and your heels? Of course." He joined her by her side and gave her another kiss. "Do you also want the gelato in the freezer to come along with us, or save that for later, Piccolo Volpe? You get to make all the calls tonight."
Olivia smiled as he kissed her, cupping his face gently as she lingered on his lips a little. "Yes please." Her heels were hurting her feet, and quite frankly she was wanting to get naked with this man. Kissing him again, his lips always a little cool to the touch which always made her want more. Giggling softly at his little pet name for her, she shook her head. "I don't think we'll need the gelato right now. Do you?"
“I don’t taste anything if I haven’t eaten in a bit anyway, so we’ll save gelato for after.” Gunther, his German Shepherd, having heard them return, made his way out of the bedroom, joining their side, seeking attention, pawing at her. “Though someone thinks you owe him for being gone.” He looked down at the dog and leered slightly before he returned his gaze to Olivia. “You heard Gelato and came running. Your Mama has been spoiling you on walks again hasn’t she?”
Dalvrick's Canonical Partners/Kids
Partners (Time together)
Francois Geirheim neé Dupont (1750-1755)
(Killed by the Talons of the Eagle)
Ina Gray (1890-1900)
(Just Ina while they were together. Split for daughter’s safety)
Kids
Pascal Geirheim (1752-1755)
Vevila Gray (1895-Current) (Looks like she’s in her early twenties)
(Used to live with her father in Venice during summer and her mother and stepfather the rest of the year until adulthood. Visits her father maybe once a year if she feels like leaving the London area. He’s usually the one to visit her while abroad on Gallery Show Tours.)
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Dalvrick turned his head away from the piece he was working on to address the familiar presence in the room. He’d been working on a commission from one of the neighbors downstairs to restore an old family portrait. “How was work, Ace?”

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Olivia squeezed his hand back, her thumb brushing against his knuckles as she listened. She glanced briefly toward the front seat, offering Matteo a polite smile before her attention settled fully on Dalvrick again. “I think that helps,” she admitted quietly. “Knowing the difference between devotion being exposed versus being erased. Renfield always felt like a warning more than a blueprint.” She exhaled, watching the streetlights blur past the window. “I can understand choosing it, if it really is a choice. Partners. Family. People who know what they are agreeing to and keep themselves intact while doing it.” Her voice softened. “I just never want to become small in someone else’s shadow. Even if that shadow belongs to someone I care about.”
“You didn’t spoil my evening,” she said gently. “Your friends did." She teased a little with a chuckle. But no, she was woman enough to let it go for tonight. What's done is done, and the fact he ditched said friends to go to her rescue. Moving into his home, she turned to him. "I think I wish to go take this dress off. I might need some help getting out of these heels. Do you mind helping me?"
Dalvrick made sure to kiss Olivia once it was clear they were making up for the earlier quarrel before walking with her to his apartment on the top floor of the building. Though at this point it might as well be theirs since she had a key to it. "Help you out of that dress and your heels? Of course." He joined her by her side and gave her another kiss. "Do you also want the gelato in the freezer to come along with us, or save that for later, Piccolo Volpe? You get to make all the calls tonight."
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It was early and Poppy had a splitting headache. It was pretty clear that she'd gone a bit overboard the night before and was now paying the price — but even with all of that there was still one thing that made her morning threaten to go from bad to worse. When she finally did open her eyes Poppy was met with the all to familiar walls and a bed that she's fallen asleep in countless amounts of times. Shit. Of course she goes out for a night of fun and ends up in her ex's bed — because she has never had an original experience in all of her life. Poppy takes a chance and turns over, tangling herself beneath the sheets only to be met with an empty side of the bed.
She sat up in bed, taking in the fact that it was empty and quiet. From what she could tell the apartment was empty, maybe they had already left for the day. Poppy hoped that was the case as she moved about the room to try and find her clothes — she also hoped that her clothes being missing didn't meant that she made a stupid mistake last night on top of apparently crashing at her ex's place. When she didn't find her clothes she chose to grab a shirt and pair of shorts from one of their drawers — she'll return it someday. Poppy was halfway sneaking out of the apartment when she made eye contact with them, a smile spread across her face as she stood awkwardly by the door. "I know it looks like I'm stealing your clothes, but that's only because I couldn't find mine." She crossed her arms over her chest, raising her eyebrows. "Is it safe to assume that you've at least made breakfast?"
Dalvrick couldn’t exactly be mad at Poppy for trying to book it out of his place. Their initial interaction with her was abandonment after all. Even if it had been unintended. To him, a blur of time and bodies, not having been in control of the “Beast Within” until about the turn of the 20th century. Including the young woman who’d tried to fill the void for companionship back then. Her death and turning had been an accident, and he’d genuinely thought he’d drained her to death, not understanding that he’d envenomated the young woman he’d attacked in that alley back then in a desperate drain after a very close call with some hunters.
“Unless you’d like me to fetch anyone fresh, you’re more than welcome to help yourself to a bag of your choice in the fridge. But stop being ridiculous and trying to run off again. I get that you’re still hesitant about the arrangement given that I technically have the ability to control you or that you still think I had a choice as to your creation. But maybe wait till it’s dark again before you go trapezing around Venice? Or maybe you got my accelerated adaptation and developed sun resistance early. But you really think it’s worth it to test that out?”

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