#katowinfamiliar

Born and raised in the great city of San Myshuno, Khia is more than used to the hustle and bustle of busy life. She's recently landed a gig as a tattoo apprentice at one of San My's most prestigious tattoo parlors, The Ink Blob. She lives in a small apartment in the spice district with her mother, Fran, and helps take care of her as well as their incredibly clingy Sphynx cat, Barbarella. Khia is literally the definition of 'life of the party'. Any time she shows up things instantly turn up a notch. She loves to dance and have a good time going out with her friends. When she's not partying she's definitely drawing, practicing tattooing, or daydreaming about her future life. She has a sketchbook full of tattoo ideas and sketches of her best friends, and it never leaves her side. She does have a temper on occasion, and will not hesitate to speak her mind on any topic. She's highly sensitive to smells and sounds, and can pick up on people's emotions very easily. So, if she pisses you off, she'll know. She loves mischief of any kind, and has definitely been known to prank just about everyone in her circle. The idea of being a familiar.. stirs something inside Khia, an unsettling but excited feeling that she doesn't know how to describe properly. This challenge is a bit out of her comfort zone, but she's trying to push herself to try new things and explore more of what the world has to offer.

Camilla Moretti (she/her) | 29 | Bisexual | AB+ genius · romantic · neat What do you want to know about Camilla Moretti? That she graduated top of her class at Foxbury Institute and was on track to earning her doctorates in psychology before mysteriously dropping out of the program? That none of her friends or family have heard a peep from her since? If you ask her herself, she'll just smile and say that none of that really matters. None of it has–not since she learned what was really at the top of the food chain. The thought of vampires hunting during the night and claiming innocent victims should have scared her, but instead, imagining these apex predators claiming her for themselves sent a thrill through her body. Because despite her professional exterior, there is nothing that gets Camilla going more than submitting to and serving every whim of her master. Her past romantic and sexual experiences had never truly been enough to sate her desires. But being at the complete mercy of a vampire (or two)? How could Camilla not drop everything for the opportunity of a lifetime? Oozing sexual desire and seldom muttering a complaint when given a task, Camilla lives to serve. If she may say so herself, she’d make the perfect familiar. Though despite her submissive nature, Camilla still packs a punch and isn’t shy to throw some sass and attitude your way. After all, that just makes it all the more fun. Just be careful how you punish her–she might just enjoy it a little too much.

Camilla is a talented pianist, having been classically trained since she was four. Sexually, she's indiscriminate as long as you can give her what she wants. She frequented underground BDSM clubs in college but could never quite find the perfect partner(s). Having performed multiple dissections and other gory tasks during her studies, there isn't much that grosses Camilla out. She has little regard for those she doesn't wish to serve and is motivated by sexual gratification. She's a mediocre chef but would gladly sharpen her skills if her masters required it of her. She enjoyes teasing her masters in hopes of eliciting a punishment, but knows which lines she shouldn't cross.

he/him | 22 | 5'8" | pansexual | B+

collin has an autoimmune disease called dermatomyositis, which is an uncommon inflammatory disease marked by muscle weakness and a distinctive skin rash that has no cure. as a child he was always in and out of the hospital leading him to grow obsessed with vampires and anything of the occult variety. he saw the show as an opportunity to get an inside look into a real vampire's lifestyle and live with them. he's desperate to have any sort of purpose as his life leading up to this point has been so glum and so exhausting.

lactose intolerant | party animal | outgoing | a+

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kazumi left mt. komorebi at the age of 16. she dreamed of being a dj & attending the craziest parties! which, of course, never happened in her dreadfully uneventful neighborhood. once in windenburg, she started working the graveyard shift at a coffee shop, and she dreamed of the day she could finally attend the nightclub across the block. naturally, her magnetic personality earned her many friends who eventually invited her to underground parties at the ruins & the bluffs. she was immediately magnetized to the party life & the music!

so far in her life, kazumi has struggled having a long lasting partner (serious or for fun). many people are attracted to her fun & outgoing nature, but no one can handle her energy (speaking in a more intimate level, as well). she enjoys being dominant, but she also would like to be dominated.

There's just never enough time.

Wesley is, in actuality, an uninteresting man. To flip through the pages of his life would be to hear a tired story for the hundredth time. Born in a blue plastic pool around the side of the trailer he would grow up in, his mother picked up a cigarette before she picked up her son. His father favored the bottle. Wesley was raised by the only babysitter they could afford - the TV.

Most of his years were a whirlwind of bullied kids, school fights, expulsion, detention, bad grades, belts to the back of the legs, girls snuck in and out through the hole made for an air conditioner that never came. Every time Wesley was hauled through the police station to sit the night out in the drunk tank, the same speech was given through the bars;

"You keep up like this, you'll be dead by the time you're twenty, kid."

Maybe that was the point. He was never really sure. At least, until he met Jude.

Jude was everything Wesley never could be. He was incredibly smart, ambitious, talented. It felt like colour only existed when Jude was in the room, like every gathering was just an audience waiting his arrival with bated breath, their greeting like applause. Nobody waited for Wes to arrive anywhere. Nobody thought about him when he was gone. All his life he was a ghost, and suddenly someone looked at him - directly at him - and smiled.

Long nights Wesley sat up watching Jude study his tomes and textbooks. They kissed in hallowed libraries, in arcane bookstores, in the halls of Jude's school before he bolted off to his classes. Somehow he managed to soften the bully, the bulldog, and turn him into little more than a lovesick lapdog.

But nothing good lasts. Wesley couldn't stomach Jude's funeral. The mere thought of all those hands on his arms, all those eyes on his grief-stricken face, made his stomach jolt and churn. The thought of facing the dirt that stole his lover from him- it was more than he could take.

He became a man possessed, obsessed. Jude spent his life in pursuit of magic, but Wesley was nothing. Nobody. He hadn't a magical bone in his body. But he was a bulldog - a bully. If he had to get his way by force, he would.

If asked why he wants to become a familiar, it's no doubt the same as any other might give; some romantic bullshit about serving the undead and making money and providing his succulent blood. Or something. And being the big, burly bully he is, he can fetch other victims with ease, protect his charges, lay down his life if need be.

But the truth is that Wesley needs time and resources. He needs time to learn, to study. He needs access to magical archives he can't get to on his own. He needs to become immortal.

Wren grew up in a painfully high profile family. Their mother is a beloved career politician in San Myshuno who dethroned her conservative competitor at the height of his career. She's been fighting for whatever it is Democrats want people to think they care about while shaking hands with elitist bureaucrats and not getting their own child's pronouns right for years now. Wren's father, on the other hand, is a retired engineer and respectable investor currently focused on funneling money into "forward thinking, clean energy advancements." He's an effortless public speaker who is known for wiring up crowds of eager college graduates, TED talk truthers, and other alpha male types all while speaking a maximum 10 words at home on a weekly basis - but it's fine, really!

Even if Wren's parents have never so much as held hands in their presence, they do seem to agree on a couple things like: (1) Wren could be doing more with their life, (2) Wren is "hellbent on hurting the family image," and (3) Wren should try to be more like their older brother and sister who are, in Wren's opinion, not-so-secretly competing to see who can be more fucking insufferable. So yeah, everything has always been fine. Wren is the black sheep, the youngest child with a fucking communications degree (the horror!), the queer child who is constantly held to a higher standard of what their relationships need to look like, who has a penchant for lavish, expensive parties and enough fair weather friends to fill a fucking yacht. They're fine, it's all very fine...

Except when it's not. Which is often, actually, now that they're really thinking about it. Ever heard of those child geniuses who get burnout before they're 40? Wren is going through their third (maybe fourth) midlife crisis before 25, so although that's not ideal, at least people can't call Wren an underachiever. After years of doing all the right things, keeping their head down, shaking all the right hands, and being under the heavy scrutiny of the public at large and still not being good enough, they've pretty much just hit a wall. Like, what's the point? So yeah, they party and they've been in a bit of a funk. The parties are fun, and Wren loves a good time (and a good distraction), but it's all so fucking fake and lonely. Wren's exhausted.

So here they are, trying something truly wild because why the fuck not. Anything is better than living in proximity to people who view you solely as a burden or a benefit, depending on the context. Does Wren live to serve and perform well under immense pressure? Wren would argue that everyone's ass has to spend their whole life serving someone or something anyway, so you might as well try and make it worthwhile. Wren is neat, organized, has refined tastes, an eye for luxury, and they are certainly not squeamish. They wouldn't describe themselves as responsible by any means, but they do get shit done when they set their mind to it, and they're loyal.

They've worked plenty of shitty jobs in the past. They've been a Starbucks barista in a fucking yuppie ass Target on Black Friday; they cleaned bathrooms and slung drinks while working at the sluttiest, dirtiest, raunchiest club in SanMy; they've worked on their own mother's godforsaken campaign with the most miserable Midwesterners known to man; they're pretty sure they can handle just about anything. After all, Wren knows enough about Atticus and Ryan to feel, with absolute certainty, that working for them would likely be worlds better than being a second class citizen in their own life. Some risks are just worth taking, and some lives are worth leaving behind.

Wren's read that one book - Twilight or some shit? It wasn't for them. They're doubtful it was like, super accurate anyway. So they might, admittedly, have a limited knowledge on what actual vampires are like, but they're extremely open minded after doing a quick web search: "What is a vampire familiar?" and reading some guy named Vlad's wiki page. Maybe the fire under their ass comes from a renewed sense of intrigue, maybe it's sparked by the potential to change their life into something truly and uniquely their own, maybe it's just their competitive nature, but Wren is eager to prove that they're a perfect fit even for the most picky, high-profile vampires.