𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧　,　𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚　

blasting   family   tree   (intro)   by   ethel   cain   down   main   street   we’ve   spotted   severin   faisal   sporting   their   black   burberry   trench   coat,   collar   perpetually   popped.   the   thirty4   (actual   age   unknown)   year   old   vampire   who’s   been   in   town   for   ten   years   often   can   be   seen   lounging   gracefully   before   a   tasting   platter   of   new   reds   at   the   old   haunt,   negotiating   prices   for   the   gallery   in   delightfully   clipped   tones,   tending   to   a   beloved   garden   or   working   as   a   curator   at   portum   art   museum.   people   say   they   display   metropolitan   and   eremitic   traits,   but   we   rather   trust   their   vibes:   a   fleet   of   sleek   towncars,   +   a   sweet   juxtaposition   between   a   well - loved   pair   of   leather   gloves,   dirt - caked,   worn   at   the   fingertips   but   beloved   beyond   belief.   half - burnt   candles   in   votives,   their   romantic,   dim   ambiance   flickering   on   tomes   over   than   anybody   dares   to   question.   golden   glimmer   to   narrowed   hues,   predatory   but   kind   about   their   ruthless   pursuit.   waves,   pulled   in   by   their   silver   compass,   crashing   along   the   shore   in   rhythmic,   peaceful   interludes.   also,   we’ve   heard   they   love   secondhand   books,   especially   with   handwritten   dedications      !      aren’t   they   fascinating      ?

[         𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶...         ]         ꗃ         𝙨t𝖺t𝗂𝙨t𝗂𝖼𝙨.

name:      severin   hamzi   faisal.         nicknames:      sev,   if   he’s   got   a   particular   fondness   for   you.   otherwise,   he   doesn’t   respond   to   them.         age:      physically,   thirty4.   actual   age   unknown         —         he   estimates   somewhere   1,000+   years   old.         date   of   birth:      unknown,   but   makes   it   a   habit   of   having   his   birthday   in   a   different   month   every   year.         place   of   birth:      bath,   england.         species:      vampire.   gifted   with   psychometry.         nationality:      british.         gender      +      pronouns:      demi   man,   he/they.         orientation:      fluid,   along   both   the   romantic      +      sexual   spectrums.         zodiac:      chuckles   nervously.   too   old   to   understand   what   ‘gemini   energy’   is      +      why   they   appear   to   radiate   it.      

mother:      unknown.   no   memories   of   her   linger.         father:      also   known.   no   known   memories   or   traces   of   him.         siblings:      none.         marital   status:      has   been   in   a   vexatious,   centuries   -   long   situationship   that   makes   him   want   to   commit   violence.   wc   to   come.         children:      despite   having   turned   a   small   multitude,   he   has   a   small   group   of   ‘foster   children’      (vampires   he’s   turned),   as   it   were,   that   he’s   particularly   fond   of.   wcs   to   come.         extended   family:      none   of   any   major   note.         pets:      a   silky   black   cat,   called   manon.   he   loves   that   damn   cat.

hair:      black,   a   cascade   of   curls   that   falls   to   his   jawline      +      curls   over   the   collar   of   any   shirt   he   ever   wears.         eyes:      dark   brown   with   golden   rings   around   the   pupil.   framed   by   thick,   dark,   long   lashes   that   hold   the   most   enviable   natural   curl.         height:      six   foot.         build:      ectomorph.   long,   lean,   lithely   muscular.   built   like   a   damn   predator,      +      there’s   a   strange   satisfaction   that   comes   from   kinowing   that.         signature   scent:      tom   ford’s   wood   oud.         dominant   hand:      right.         allergies:      none.         distinguishing   features:      long,   dextrous   fingers.   dimpled   smile.   deeply   expressive   eyebrows.      tattoos:      none.         piercings:      none.         scars:      two   puncture   wounds,   long   faded,   at   the   juncture   of   his   neck.         clothing   style:      his   clothing   style   in   public   versus   at   home   is   chalk      +      cheese.   in   public,   everything   is   sleek         —         velvet,   satin,   fine   fabrics   all   around,   primarily   in   jewel   tones.   button   -   downs   are   left   open   at   the   throat,   the   sleeves   rolled   up   their   forearms.   trousers   are   slim   -   fitting,   tailored      +      almost   dazzlingly   expensive   but   subtle   about   it.   lots   of   outerwear         —         in   particular,   a   black   burberry   trench   coat   with   the   collar   forever   popped   to   accentuate   the   sharp   line   of   their   jaw.   jewelry   is   simple,   but   makes   a   statement         —         a   gold   chain   around   his   neck,   a   delicate,   vintage   watch,      +      a   signet   ring.   at   home,   they’re   far   more   cosy.   sleek   aesthetic   is   traded   for   sweaters   with   elbow   patches,   comfy   trousers   with   elastic   waistbands.   big   fan   of   slippers.   owns   an   embarrassing   amount   of   flannel   pajamas.        

occupation:      art   gallery   curator      @      portum   art   museum.   deals   art      +      antiques   on   the   side,   but   that’s   more   for   fun.   occasionally   does   some   translation   work   as   well.         education:      had   very   little   when   he   was   mortal,   but   he’s   made   it   a   point   to   become   as   well   -   educated   as   possible.   he’s   got   eternity   to   learn   as   much   as   he   can,   doesn’t   he      ?      favours   the   arts,   humanities,   english,   et   cetera.   does   have   a   fondness   for   the   natural   sciences,   but   can’t   stand   mathematics.         religion:      muslim.   faith   is   a   strange   comfort   for   the   immortal,   he   knows   this.         socioeconomic   standing:      upper   class.         habits:      cracking   his   knuckles.   clicking   his   tongue.   drums   fingertips   on   every   single   available   surface.         ambitions:      none   of   any   major   note.        

mbti:      infj,   the   advocate.         enneagram:      type   4w5,   the   bohemian.         element:      air.         temperament:      sanguine.         character   inspirations:      tba.         deadly   sin:      greed.         heavenly   virtue:      kindness.         anthems:      tba.

[         𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶...         ]         ꗃ         𝙧𝗲𝖼𝗲𝗇t𝙨.

last   watched:         gentlemen   prefer   blondes   (1953),   dir.   howard   hawks. last   read:         crime   and   punishment,   fyodor   dostoyevsky.   in   its   original   russian. last   listened   to:         morning   radio,   where   he   cringed   at   benson   boone      +      admits   to   shimmying   to   texas   hold   ‘em,   just   a   little   bit. last   social   media   post:         an   extensive,   grammatically   -   correct   comment   on   a   post   in   one   of   his   facebook   gardening   groups.

[         𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶...         ]         ꗃ         t𝗂𝖽𝘣𝗂t𝙨.

old   man   (affectionate).   one   of   the   kids   has   100%   had   to   coerce   them   into   social   media,      +      even   then,   he’s   one   of   those   people   that   unironically   sends   thumbs   -   ups   on   facebook.   just   abysmal,   really.

on   psychometry:   he   really   does   view   it   as   a   gift.   lays   a   lot   of   hands   on   pieces   at   work,   just   to   soak   up   their   stories         —         has   100%   turned   fakes   away   for   exactly   that   reason.   finds   it   a   fascinating   study   in   learning   a   lot   about   people. very   much   a   people   person,   despite   an   outward   exterior   that   would   send   most   running   for   the   hills.   whilst   he   has   a   resting   bitch   face   for   the   ages,   he   genuinely   enjoys   spending   time   with   people.   fantastic   active   listener.

gift   giver   extraordinaire.   he   just   knows   what   gifts   people   will   love.   also   wraps   them   beautifully.

fond   of   telling   stories   that   sound   almost   fake.   ask   them   about   the   time   they   just   about   flirted   william   shakespeare   into   bed,   or   the   time   they   served   in   queen   victoria’s   court.   you’d   be   inclined   not   to   believe   them,   until   they   tell   you   rich   details   that   couldn’t   possibly   be   known   by   someone   who   hadn’t   lived   it.

firm   on   his   saturday   morning   routine,   which   is   as   follows:   wake   up,   make   the   bed.   feed   the   cat.   have   a   shower,   get   ready.   go   out.   first   stop:   the   sweetest   tooth,   for   an   almond   latte      +      a   croissant,   where   he   reads   the   paper      +      chats   to   anybody   who   will   stop   for   a   second.   (tips.   heavily.)      next:   the   library,   where   he   drops   his   latest   finished   books   back      +      picks   up   more.   the   local   farmers’   market   next,   to   gather   ingredients   for   dinner.   home,   then,   to   potter      +      to   spend   the   day   as   he   pleases.   the   night   always   ends   with   classic   jazz      +      a   glass   of   what   looks   like   a   full   -   bodied   merlot,   but         …         isn’t.   yikes.

stunning   handwriting   for   someone   who   was   100%   born   a   medieval   peasant.

[         𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶...         ]         ꗃ         𝘩𝗂𝙨t𝗼𝙧𝘆.