#coldbourne

“So maybe next time when you cast your stones from the shadows of the dark unknown, you will crawl up from your hiding place and take a look in the mirror to see the truth in your face! ” - Whore by In This Moment

Basics

NAME: Delilah Sumner

AGE: 109

OCCUPATION: Poker Dealer at Midas’ Touch

SPECIES: Wrath Demon

BIRTHPLACE: Chicago, Illinois

CURRENT LOCATION IN CASTOR: Coldbourne

FACE CLAIM: Kaya Scodelario

Biography

At a young age, Delilah wasn’t one for conventional roles in society. Not that she wasn’t raised in a house that praised her own opinions, it was the complete opposite. Whenever she’d offer to help with the hard labor, her father would strike her down and tell her where she needed to be. It wasn’t fair to her, but she kept quiet. She would be who she wanted when she got older, spiting her parents. The thing was, it would be harder since she saw how the rest of society came about.

That was, until, women’s suffrage came in. She wasn’t exactly old enough to vote, but she definitely supported and tried to get her mother to join in on it. When her father found out, he was beyond furious and shoved them both back into their home while trying to keep control of what he thought was all his. This, again, had been swallowed painfully by Delilah. 

Anger had hung in the air of their home, like a plague that seemed to infect all of them. The best example of this rage was a certain night when her father came home in a drink stupor. It was just midnight, Delilah fast asleep in her bed while her mother was still up and anxiously waiting. When her parents started fighting, Delilah’s eyes snapped open and she made her way to see what was going on. Seeing her father beating her mother against the mantle of the fireplace, she screamed and in horror before running to the kitchen in order to hopefully run to their neighbor’s.

With a fire poker in his hand, her father chased after her but stumbled every so often while he saw red. He shouted for her to get back into the living room, stopping in the doorway and staring her down. With one strike towards her with the weapon, she fell but got back up with a growl. But, before she could let out any anger that had been building up over the years, her father murdered her.

With the anger burning in her soul, she felt she would’ve haunted her old home but instead had been dragged down to Hell. She thought that she would end up tortured for all of eternity. Though, their offer came as a surprise. When presented the opportunity to become a Sin Demon, she questioned them. Their answer had made more sense as they went on. Because of her anger, because of the hate she held towards her father, it was just enough to be Wrath, one of the Seven Deadly Sins. She could bring vengeance to her father and anyone else that had wronged her. Without thinking, she took the opportunity.

Soon enough, she was on the surface and being mentored by the Wrath Archdemon who showed her all of what to do. Learning all she could, Delilah found herself in a new vessel and had been left to fend for herself. She knew exactly what she was going to do, and everyone knew exactly what that was. The thing was, where was she to start? How was she going to begin this search?

Running off and finding her father, it was easier said than done at this point. She asked around for the man, finding dead-ends or empty spaces where they said they had seen him. But, with a stroke of luck, she came across him and learned the source of his anger. He had been a lackey for Capone and had done a lot of the dirty work. With every ounce of anger for her father gone, it had been transferred to the mobs in the area. If her father wasn’t involved with them, maybe she would still be alive!

In 1929, she had done her first real influential act of Wrath. It was St. Valentine’s Day and she had been working hard on raising the Wrath of every mobster in Chicago. With one little push, her plan worked. A massacre proceeded and she made sure that it wasn’t traceable to any particular mob boss. The only one that really stuck out, on purpose, was Capone. What made this more sweet and beautiful to her was that her father had died by Capone’s hands since she made sure it seemed as if he had something to do with framing Capone.

Having finished this, she left the US and traveled the world to influence other aggressive violence that only caused peace to take over her. Finding a home in Castor after years of influencing Wrath, she settled in the city of Highton and rested easily at night. But, because of what she was, it was hard for her to truly rest when she felt anger boiling up within her. With her work at Midas’ Touch, she has found her aggression piquing from time to time. With no real outlet, she tried to suppress it with alcohol and bar fights.

Personality Traits

POSITIVE: Strong-Willed, Determined, Independent

NEGATIVE: Hot-Tempered, Sarcastic, Cynical

Connections

STEFAN - Being the same type of being, Delilah finds Stefan intriguing. The thing is, the anger he holds reminds her a lot of her father...for that she loathes his presence. She does, however, try to put that aside when she does speak to him at bars or around the Strip. Though, for Stefan, he’s wanting to help her become a great Wrath Demon and wants to become closer to the young woman.

MISCHA - The Captain of the Sentinels is hard for her to read, but she can feel the anger rolling off of the vampire. The thing is, she’s just as aggressive as Delilah is and their tempers flare whenever in the same area as one another. One day, though, Delilah will find a balance to her own hot-temper and making friends.

BLAIR - Another angry Sentinel she has talked to when crimes happen at Midas’ touch, which only cause Delilah discomfort. Though, unlike Mischa, Blair is a ghost and it was something Delilah had believed she would’ve been. Rather curious of her species, she has tried to start a conversation in hopes it wouldn’t end up violent.

ADELA - Delilah could’ve felt this woman’s anger from a mile away if it were possible. The former Pirate is someone Delilah sees as a powerhouse just like the Captain, but in a completely opposite position. She’s curious about the underground Black Market the woman’s a part of, but she’s wary of what she might end up getting herself into. The last thing she wanted was to be like her father...

KAI - Since Kai is attached to Adela, she’s seen them both together while roaming Midas’ Touch. If there was a man that made her feel nervous, it was him. He was like Stefan, large and aggressive, but there was also a peacefulness that Delilah was not used to at all. She wasn’t sure of what Element he was, but she’d find out one day.

ODEN - Her boss, simple as that. She’s not intimidated by him but she does listen and take orders from the Greed Demon. It was hard for her to really admit, but he was a fair man. She thought she’d never say such a think about a Sin Demon in her life. But, it was the truth. For that, she respects him.

SARAH - The older Lust Demon had been someone her mentor had known and introduced her to decades ago. She sees the woman as like an authority figure and would never want to be in her way. She may not have been an Archdemon, but Delilah was sure the woman was on that track with how well controlled her Sin was.

“You should’ve known better than to mess with me, honey. I’m gonna love you like a black widow, baby.” - Black Widow by Iggy Azalea feat. Rita Ora

Basics

NAME: Adriene Salba

AGE: 41

OCCUPATION: Store Clerk at The Bakar’s Bazaar Crystal Shoppe

SPECIES: Magi Vampire

BIRTHPLACE: Bronx, New York

CURRENT LOCATION IN CASTOR: Coldbourne

FACE CLAIM: Zoe Kravitz

Biography

Adriene was an only child to a single mother, one who wanted to support and love her daughter just as any mother should. They lived from paycheck to paycheck, but it was alright for just the two of them. No one came between her mother and her, though there were definitely people who tried. Adriene never took that lightly and would always find a way to knock them off their boots. Not like her mother would stop her at all. What Adriene didn’t know, of course, was that her mother’s occupation was a lie.

As she grew older, Adriene did find herself becoming drawn to the occult and delving into Wicca. She studied it with borrowing books from the library and digging through the bookstores around the city. Though, as she was wandering one night, she found her mother being held against a wall with a man sucking on her neck. Growing disgusted with the situation, she chucked a book at the man on her mother’s neck and that had been one huge mistake.

She found out, later that night after her mother had stopped the man, that she had been a blood doll all these years for the vampires who lived in New York. Every night her mother would go out, it was because of this and nothing more. Feeling betrayed by the only constant in her life, Adriene ran off but didn’t go home. She avoided her mother, staying at friends’ houses or waiting until her mother left so she could spend time in her own bed.

She only did this for a few months, finally confronting her mother but they worked things out. Instead of her mother going off in the middle of the night and hiding in alleyways, she’d at least get a room so she could have a place to sleep after. Like Hell they’d let this happen in their own home. Though, one night, her mother hadn’t come back and this frightened Adriene. Fear riddled her and she set out to find her.

The motel they agreed she’d stay at seemed empty, except one room with a door that was just ajar. Slowly stepping in and feeling her heart race, she saw her mother lying lifeless on the bed and her body fully drained of blood. Screaming and rushing over, she tried to shake her mother despite her knowing it wouldn’t do any good. That’s when a hand was on her shoulder, and she’ll never forget that icy touch.

She blacked out, waking up without a memory as to what happened. Hell, she wasn’t even in the same place...let alone the same city block. Looking around and feeling the sun burning her skin, she scrambled away from it and looked around to find a shadowed figure in the corner. The being came out of the shadows, explaining who he was and why he had done what he had. It was her mother’s wish, to save her daughter, and the man promised her that. Apparently things were far worse than her mother previously explained.

Reluctantly agreeing to listening to the man, he told her all of what happened and even shared the memories with Adriene so she could see he was telling the truth. Though, because of what she was, she couldn’t just tell him to fuck off and run away. It was better to find out all she could about what she was and then kill the bastard while he slept. The thing was, when the time would come, could she do it? If her mother really wanted him to keep her alive. Well, as alive one could be when they were a vampire.

After a couple of years, she found out her niche when it came to their race. He could see her talent, her built up aggression for those who wronged her...and it could manifest into curses. He taught her all he knew, showing her the world of possibilities as to what she could offer those in need of their services. He had been part of Phoenix Bounty Service, helping her get a place there with the other Bounty Hunters that wanted an upper hand against Loose-Mouths or Hunters.

When the War happened, she fought alongside her Sire and those in the Bounty Service to take down as many of those bastards as she could. Though, when her Sire was killed, she felt something dark inside of her build and let out a scream so loud it blew out some of the eardrums of the Loose-Mouths. Instead of continuing to fight, she took her Sire to the sides and held onto him just as she had her mother years ago.

It’s now been a few years since the War ended, her selling her curses and spells at the Crystal Shoppe and leaving the Bounty Service behind. This was easier for her, but she still resents any Loose-Mouths who come near the city. She’s been known to kill them herself, taking them down without a second thought as to who or what was around. Adriene also, interestingly enough, makes sure to sell the deadlier potions to the Underground rings that need it all the while making deals with Mr. Reed from time to time for extra cash.

Personality Traits

POSITIVE: Independent, Flirtatious, Witty

NEGATIVE: Aggressive, Headstrong, Cynical

Connections

CHARLIE: She thinks Charlie’s wasting his affinity, it’s plain and simple. It’s not because of what he does with it, but what he could do. Whenever she goes into work and she’s sharing a schedule with him for the day, she tries her hardest to get him to push his ability to the limit. She hasn’t seen anyone with Necromancy, which just makes her all the more curious. Still, she has little respect for him.

ADELA: Now, this is a woman she’s more than happy to speak with because of who she’s connected to. She had no idea that Castor had such a world like the one Adela’s a part of. Adriene isn’t want to join them, but she will do what she had before in New York: sell her curses and spells to make quick cash.

ZEKE: Everyone knows his father that lives in Castor, especially with the War and what he had done for everyone there. The thing is, Zeke’s not really like his father at all. She likes to talk to him, get to know him, but she finds his element more useful than him. But, with every day Adrien speaks to him, she’s finding herself becoming more of a friend than a source.

ELISE: She may not visit the brothel all that often, but she sees Elise wandering about the Strip from time to time. They’ve even had a few drinks at The Snake Pit and enjoyed a hunt once or twice. Adriene has nothing against the older vampire, but with being what they are in general, the Magi finds it more appealing to keep the Taboo around.

BLAIR: With Blair’s occupation, Adriene seeks her out from time to time to get a handful of files on any Loose-Mouth cases she can probably get her hands on. That and also offering her curses and spells to help Blair in cases that involve a confession. With their personalities being headstrong and independent, she knows the woman will be touch to convince.

LEVI: O-Positive is one of Adriene’s go-to spots after work. With the drinks being fantastic, the music being on point, she’s found no reasons to stop going there. Levi, though, is a major factor into that since he has used her spells and curses on those who might seem to pose a threat on this nightly hotspot. He finds them business partners, as Adriene does as well.

ODEN: Because of his sin, Adriene has found an interest in getting closer to the Demon. With his massive casino, she has no problem spending time with him. Though, she has found out he’s part of the Sentinels, which causes her to feel a little more determined than usual. Just like with Blair, and even Levi, she sees potential business between them.

“ Heads; I win. Tails; You lose.”

Basics

Name: Samson Faulker

Age: 267

Occupation: Thief

Species: Vampire

Birthplace: Dublin, Ireland

Current Location in Castor: Coldbourne

Face Claim: Jensen Ackles

Biography

Samson was born among those who lived in the gutters to save themselves from the robbing taxes and the bounty hunters that flooded the cities. While his mother was a dancer whom performed before paying men, and his father worked among builders and common folk, Samson and his older brother were almost always left to their own devices of entertainment. Of course, it didn’t take long before their mother had given them up. Money was scarce for the family, being rid of two children at the time was a financial weight lifted in their eyes. The two were otherwise left to fend for themselves within the streets. Samson relied on his older sibling to care for him, looking up to him as if he were his role-model. Thankfully his brother looked out for him in every way possible.

Though due to their poor nature and lack of necessities, the two were forced into thievery. Their youth played in giving them the advantage of seeming innocence, allowing them to work together to snag loose coin purses or idle treasures. Their skill of stealth and their childlike agility grew overtime, and soon they were able to steal more valuable items. It didn’t take long before the two were growing out of their innocent appearance, instead relying entirely on their skill as thieves.

One day, Samson’s brother had grown sick. An illness that swept across Ireland and England with a vicious blow. Few were fortunate enough to escape its deathly hand. Though others were less fortunate, falling victim to ever-growing symptoms that would further render someone physically useless. This illness hindered Samson’s brother, to the point the younger of the two had to carry the weight of their latest theft. It didn’t go to plan, and the two were forced to drop everything they’d taken in order to run from the alerted guards. Luckily, the two had developed a safe spot. Somewhere they could both go when shit hit the fan. They’d split up and head for that direction when they’d lost whoever was chasing them. It didn’t take long for Samson to find said spot, and he waited. He waited for what seemed like an age for his brother to make an appearance. But the longer he waited, the more it became apparent that his brother wasn’t going to meet him. Out of hope, Samson continued to wait, but still nothing came.

The now solo thief was left to his own operations of fending for himself, now of age to fully defend himself. But the urge to simply give up was all too strong. It wasn’t until he was knocked down countless times that he realized it was all for naught. While he sat under the moon and stars, the makings of a storm brewing, and nowhere to go for shelter; A cloaked figure emerged from the darkness to situate himself beside the thief. He spoke of something better, something that would remove the pain of loss, and aid in survival. Without further questions, Samson almost demanded the advantage the stranger spoke of. Nothing else to lose meant anything would work. But before he knew it, he was bitten and the process of debilitating heat through veins and seeming death followed.

The process itself had left Samson feeling a strange mad hunger, and only one person offered answers to his questions. He stuck by the man who turned him, learning everything he could as he stayed within the hospitality of the vampire. Suddenly, thievery was joined by hunting, stealth was coming easier to the man, he felt stronger and used it to his advantage. Control was his issue, but even that was worked around after several years of teachings and tips. It didn’t take long before Samson grew increasingly power-hungry. Almost… rebellious, to the point of becoming dangerous. The life of shadows and stalking alone called for him, and so he ran away from the vampire who turned him to make his own way. With the colonies of America becoming a vastly popular destination, he too sought to going, thus hopping on the next ship to Boston. Years passed among the ship, and he made a living helping the crew-mates and feeding on them whenever necessary.

Eventually, Samson had made it to America and was met with war. A civil war for the most part, the American Revolution. Members were freely welcomed during the first few months of its beginnings, and Samson had taken sides quickly, joining the patriots in fighting the regulars. It was the war that fed his power-hunger, rising among the ranks as their countless victories saw his survival. From an outsiders view, it would even seem he had a violent blood lust during battle, a cruelty only matched by a mad man who had nothing left to lose. Perhaps he was exactly that.

Though everything comes to an end, even wars. Eventually the American Revolution had stopped entirely, once again leaving Samson with little to occupy himself with, other than the exploration of new lands and the wandering of known cities and towns. It was during his wandering he came across a man whom offered a safe haven for people of his kind, and others who held supernatural properties. Little thought came, as he was quick to agree to the offering, thus joining a Cirque.

The years were slow and tiresome, though he worked his keep. Little action came, nothing he was used to, and the close life of cozy welcoming was quickly becoming sickening. Of course, it didn’t last as long as one would expect. Hunters, the kind that would butcher you in your sleep because you were genetically different came to offer slaughter. He didn’t stick around long enough to ask them why, and instead joined others who took to running for something safer. Their running had eventually lead him to a sanctuary known as Castor, somewhere they could live out the rest of their days away from the discrimination of those who considered themselves ‘normal’.

Since joining Castor, Samson has reverted back to his old ways. He uses his old skills of stealth and agility to aid him as a thief. He otherwise would rather spend his nights in Highton, drinking and indulging in personal pleasures. While not working or living his life in the city, the majority of his time is spent in Coldbourne, within the company of his roommate, Merle. He considers the man as being part of his second family, now, as he’s one of the few he can truly trust.

Personality Traits

Positive: Reliable, Witty, Determined, Patient.

Negative: Patronizing, Self-Centered, Cynical, Cantankerous.  

Connections

Charlie: Samson holds a fondness towards the younger male, as he seems to do nothing but brighten his day and make him feel better. While he feels he can count on him, he also holds a certain protectiveness around him, something matched by an older brother of sorts. There’s a trust, and an undeniable amount of respect towards him. He can only hope the feeling is mutual.

Blair: The two met under painful circumstances, perhaps being the reason Samson is so trusting of the ghost. She is probably one of the few to see him reach some of his lowest moments. Denying that he sees her as a good friend would be useless at this point.

Aja: Excusing an Angel is like excusing blood, in his own opinion; Impossible. She has the ability to make him smile during his darkest days, and he tries his best to return the favor through the use of petty jokes and sarcasm. For the most part, it works, and he’s grown rather fond of her as a result.

Eliana: While the two couldn’t be more different if they tried, Samson still feels he should protect her. There’s a degree of trust towards her, something he hadn’t expected to happen between the two due to their varying species. It wasn’t until they started exchanging friendly remarks that he began seeing her as more than an acquaintance, but rather an equal.