Shade Dempsey

Vampire | Vampire Order | Elite | Meranosa

5′8 / 176cm | 30

“Look both ways before you cross me.”

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Shade had been a lot of places and known by a few different names. The supernatural was never something he was surprised by having grown up around them since he was a child and his family immigrated from Russia to the US. Russia one of the places not as tolerant to the supernatural, plus there was more money or at least that was the promise of it when he and his family left. They jumped around a few places and ended up in a rather interesting town where the supernatural were welcomed.

It didn’t take long to figure out what the big push was to come overseas when his mom ran off with a vampire. Needless to say Shade wasn’t the biggest fan of the creatures for a long time and became less so of everything and everyone when his father passed. Death was hard for Shade, even harder when his Dad had been his whole life. He was the reason Shade went to school, the reason he felt motivated to be something better than he was. Despite that, in his passing, Shade let himself fall apart. He used and abused people and fell into the Russian mob, then scratched and clawed his way to a top spot burying anyone he had to to get there.

Selfish, manipulative, conniving and cruel was how Shade was known. He was the guy that always knew a guy, the one that everyone knew killed someone, but no one could prove and he relished that. He liked the fear and power it gave him and wanted more. He always did, a creature of greed he was without fail.

Oddly enough it was in this place he ran into a vampire, of all things, and started an unlikely relationship. Gage had been good despite being a vampire and part of him felt he sort of understood why his mother did what she did. It didn’t mean he forgave her. He never would for her not showing up to bury his father. Love wasn’t something Shade wanted to feel, hell he didn’t even want a committed relationship, but somehow he ended up in both with Gage and it grew deeper by the day.

He’d shared too much with Gage and stupidly thought they’d have time to actually be together and see the relationship to its inevitable end. That was until Shade’s half-brother showed up and shit went to hell. Yvon, his brother, was a hunter and Gage not a fan of that, even less so considering Shade had hired and brought him into the town for a few reasons. Just because he was dating a vampire didn’t mean he trusted him or anything that was more powerful than himself. What he didn’t bank on was just how far Yvon would go to break up his relationship with Gage. He really should have saw the grandiose dickmove coming.

Most Russians didn’t like supernatural anything. They made death camps and kill squads, which Yvon had gladly led. They killed things for their differences without care. So finding out someone as high up as Shade was in the Bratva had such a creature at his side set off a snowball of shit onto the human that involved him having to do some regrettable things.  Running wasn’t an option. Running meant Gage would be a target so he got rid of those that would have gotten rid of him. His once unlimited funds of cash became limited as he’d spent more and more to cover up the lives he took. Yvon kept pushing, kept threatening and it got harder and harder to keep the peace between them. Soon enough Shade was out of cash and Yvon had another squad of hunters, big mean fuckers. Inevitably they had to run.

DECEASED

Nazaire Chivers

Vampire | Vampire Order | Informant | Morta Canyon

6′1 / 186cm | 45 (28)

“I’ve been to hell. You’ve only read about it.”

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Nazaire Chivers was born into a world of excess. With a snap of his fingers, he could have whatever he wanted. Toys. Food. New friends. His father’s wealth afforded him the luxury of not having to use words like please and thank you. He was the epitome of the word brat. Expectations became reality and as his standards grew to unachievable levels, his acceptance of no and impossibility ceased to exist. Born in Marrakesh in the early seventies – Nazaire was the second and last child to be welcomed into the Chivers household. Two beautiful boys with their father’s blue eyes and their mother’s awe-inspiring beauty. Life was made easy for Nazaire and his older brother because of their family’s status. Their wants came easily and quickly to them. Their father’s fortune grew and many whispered that the man had the Midas touch, what was unknown to many – The patriarch of the Chivers family had easily given the only thing of value he had to offer in order to achieve his success, his morals and in many cases what could simply be considered his soul.

Nazaire and his brother saw a successful businessman who continuously made key investments and enjoyed the fruit of his sound decisions, what they didn’t see was a man tainted by his lust for material things. That lust became insatiable in both Nazaire and his brother. Surrounded by excessive desires and the constant commissions of sin, Nazaire was thirteen the first time dark desires tainted his soul. Simple indulgence was what some would call it but his father recognized the birth of darkness in his son and soon realized that Nazaire’s path had been forged the day he made his deal. Unaware, Nazaire followed in his father’s footsteps, learning the business, developing his own acumen for handling unwilling partners and difficult investors. Piercing blue eyes and a disarming smile were often the weapons that preceded the bare hands and knuckles that rained pain and misery on those who dared to disagree or cross his father and family. He was gifted in causing pain and incapable of reeling his anger and wrath in once it began. He was the same in pleasure. Giving his whole self - body, and soul over to whatever craving consumed him at the moment. It began in his teen years with the many vices he saw cultivated within his father’s businesses. Indiscretions were their livelihood but it was also the rules they lived by within their family.

Lust and desire eventually destroyed their father, but it had a different path for Nazaire. At 28, he was his father’s heir. But death, not in the traditional sense at least, would be his birthright. New lovers came in and out of Nazaire’s life and bed but there was one who would be deemed unforgettable for the entirety of the young Chivers existence. One night and the young man’s life was changed. A kiss turned and violent and soon Nazaire felt his life and energy being ripped from his body. Whatever the reason - jealousy or the curse of immortality spent alone without the benefit of his family’s wealth, Nazaire survived the attack, however, his life was forever changed.  The turn was excruciating but it was the realization that he was alone and his family, friends, nor playthings could be a part of the new existence he’d been cursed to experience.

Tyler Adams

Human | Vampire Order | Slave | Morta Canyon

5′10 ft/ 152cm| 26

" The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy ‘Til all of the tricks don’t work anymore”

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Compared to others creatures that walked Avalon, Tyler’s life seemed short in comparison to them. However in Tyler’s eyes he felt like he was ninety instead of a prime twenty-six with the life he had lived. He was born outside of Avalon and outside of the vampire’s captivity to two parents and older brother. ‘They lived in a small three bedroom house in a small rural town where his parents had normal jobs that provided a steady income for their family. It wasn’t an exciting life but it was one that he would do anything to get back to now. When he was 16 he ran off to the city on a mini vacation with his friend’s wanting to see the nightlife of the city, sights they had never had the chance to see outside of movies. It was also on this trip that he got separated and met his first vampire. Falling for the charming words he followed the other into the trap where he and three other teenagers would be sold to higher up vampires as food.

The other three didn’t live past that night but somehow Tyler saw the morning light and the vampire that had bought them found himself impressed as well. Deciding to keep this human around Tyler then found himself traveling across the country and the world with Michael for the next nine years as an occasional blood bag for him and his fledglings . The country boy soon learned his place and fell into the role with easy knowing that it was the only way to stay alive.