#cm.bio

➵  BASICS

𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤: 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝖦𝖮𝖤𝖲 𝖡𝖸: 𝖵𝗂𝗑, 𝖵𝗂𝗑𝖾𝗇 (𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄), 𝖵 𝖠𝖦𝖤 / 𝖣.𝖮.𝖡: 𝖴𝗇𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝟧𝟢𝟢+ 𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱 & 𝖲𝖤𝖷𝖴𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖸: 𝖦𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗂𝖽, 𝖯𝖺𝗇. 𝖮𝖢𝖢𝖴𝖯𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭: 𝖢𝗈𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗍 𝖤𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌𝖾 𝖮𝗐𝗇𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝖯𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖤𝖲: 𝖣𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖲: 𝖵𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖶𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖫𝗎𝗌𝗍

➵ TRAITS

POSITIVE: Persistent, Witty, Strong. NEGATIVE:  Vicious, Manipulative, Possessive.

➵  BIOGRAPHY

Five centuries of life is quite a lot to remember, so Valerie does little to try. She remembers vague flashes, bits of her history on the planet. She remembers watching the empire of humanity fall flat on its face - recalls that she once used to consume souls at a shattering rate. She knows she has never loved, never cared to connect to anyone or anything until now. Her whims are effervescent, shimmering and gone in the same breath. As for the last two decades, she has belonged in Calamity. She has made some friends, some lovers - some pets. Her ultimate goal has always been ingrained in her own continued survival. Growth. Power - but not over others. Her own strength is a testament to what she has endured - what little she can recall. She and Death are friends, having met each other many times over the centuries. Her most recent dance with a reaper came at the hands of a betrayer - a fae who betrayed her experiments to an avenging angel, who trapped her. It tortured her for a year, keeping her clinging to life - before it was recalled back to its home. She crawled her way out of its pit and spent an additional year in recovery, secluded from those who had come to know her. For now, she is content running Cobalt Eclipse, a nightclub open to all species as long as the war and disagreements are left at the door. She thrives on wrath, lust, and vanity - which she regularly consumes from her patrons, which keeps her well stocked.

➵ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

COBALT ECLIPSE: Valerie renovated (read: forced humans to renovate) this nightclub in the West side for her own personal playground. It is open to all races with one very simple rule: The war stops at the door. For any violators of the rule, there are some interesting punishments curated by the owner that depend solely on the severity of the violation. It's rumored that there's a werewolf hanging from the ceiling in her loft above the club. He's been there for about a decade.

SINS: She often swings wildly between wrath and lust - occasionally she dabbles in greed and envy but she finds those to be the least intriguing. Vanity is her primal sin, but she doesn't acknowledge it as such - instead, finds that the first two are her favorites to play with. She has been known to arrive to a function solely to test the waters and see just how rowdy she can make it before she leaves. 

SOULS: Her well is deep, and she uses them sparingly now. In her younger years, when it was easier to acquire them, she would be rather frivolous with them - which lead to quite a few times where she nearly fizzled out of existence. She became wiser with age, but does still have the occasional I'm-going-to-splurge.

➵  CONNECTIONS

HIM & I: DEMITRI @oftragxdy - Valerie fell in love with Demitri rather quickly. Everything about him entranced her from the moment they met. The trouble is, their relationship is often wrought with fights that are sometimes physical. Their dominant personalities clash in many ways, and their possessive nature of the other is a force to be reckoned with. Despite this, there is nothing she wouldn't do if he asked it of her. DEVIL'S BACKBONE: JASPER && KIA @oftragxdy & @mad-d0x - Who says a demon can't have friends? Jasper is Valerie's special little pet, and Kia is her best friend. She is a little more than friendly with the pair of lovers- and if she is not in her loft, beside Demitri, she can be found entangled in the arms of these two. She has stripped flesh from bone at the mere whisper of untoward behavior to the boys. POPULAR MONSTER: LENUS @wickedxhell - Valerie unwittingly made an enemy of Lenus when she destroyed his sister and her hunting crew in 2130. He is, undoubtedly, not her first enemy - nor her last. Its a good thing she likes a challenge.

➵  WANTED CONNECTIONS [TBA]

➵  BASICS

NAME: Xavier Adonis NICKNAME: Addy, Apollo (former, used by his father) AGE / D.O.B: 28th September, 2024. [36 yo ] GENDER & SEXUALITY: Cis-male, Bi.  OCCUPATION: Freelancer. SPECIES: Vampire

➵ TRAITS

POSITIVE: Genuine, Witty, Observant. NEGATIVE: Distant, Apathetic, Troubled.

➵  BIOGRAPHY

Before the world went to hell, Xavier might have been considered for film from a young age. His mother often doted over how handsome her son was, and often told anyone who would listen that he could have been a star - if it weren’t for the unfortunate discoloration in his eye. Funny that one little fact could have held him from a screen that no longer existed. Xavier found her praise rather unsettling and did everything he could to avoid it. His father hadn’t been much help and even less so an option for safety after he died in a bar fight with a werewolf. Xavier thinks of this as simply another stain on the life he has been handed - and doesn’t really regard his familial connections as anything other than they helped bring him into the world.  At the age of 15, he attended a carnival with the very few friends he’d made in Haven, and that, dear friends, is when his entire existence went to shit. Much like the rest of the boys his age, he was fascinated by the girls and about ready to follow them into hell. One caught his eye, and when she lured him away from the crowds, she took his chin in her hand … and he doesn’t remember what happened after.  When he came to, he was bound in what he could only describe as a prison. Except he was the only prisoner and what stood for guards were – terrifying. The vampires that came to feed from him were always different. As a blood bag, he was not given options to roam his prison. Nor was he allowed to question the Mistress. The only reason he knew a year had passed was because she’d bring him a little gift. A caramel covered apple - he fucking hated apples - with a bow tied around it. She’d sing happy birthday. And on his 18th? Well. Let’s just say at least she obeyed some ancient ass law that said she couldn’t touch him before he turned 18.  Xavier was her blood bag for a decade. He’d been planning to get out of the prison she’d kept him in, and his opportunity came exactly one day before his 25th birthday. The guard who’d been feeding him for the entirety of his capture had grown fond of him - and often let certain things slide. The food he was served stopped being thrown into his cell, and instead, gifted on a platter with an actual ceramic plate. The very last time he ate, he smashed the plate to shards and used it to slice open his veins. He hadn’t anticipated that the Mistress had fallen in love with him. Hadn’t expected her to bring him back to life - if such an existence could be coined as such.  When he awoke, it was on a soft bed. She had him wrapped in her arms and if it weren’t for the fact that he was starving he would have killed her right then and there. Intrinsically, he knew he needed her to survive. It took another ten years before he could free himself from the confines of her home. He left with her head in his hand and never looked back.

➵  CONNECTIONS [TBA]