#lenore sharp

20: What’s your OCs favorite kind of pizza?

Whatever it is, he’ll add pineapple to it. 

21: Who is your OCs best friend?

Apart from his sister and his boyfriend, probably Sunny, his coworker at the coffee shop

22: Has your OC ever killed someone?

Not yet :)

23: Whats your OCs biggest secret?

He generally keeps the fact that Lenore is still alive (in a sense) a secret

24: What does your OC smell like?

Coffee beans, always. It never washes off. 

40: What is the craziest thing your OC has done?

I don’t know anything specific, but she was wild even as a human and now as a vampire she’s an unstoppable chaotic force. I want to say there are a lot of new vampire myths and stories in this universe that come about from Lenore’s antics. 

41: What is your OCs motto about life?

Do no harm but take no shit

42: Does your OC drink coffee or tea?

Both, but primarily coffee

43: Who is your OCs biggest hero?

Damn probably Camille? She wrote a whole paragraph about how much she loves and trusts Camille in her diary so. 

44: What color eyes does your OC have?

He glanced up and spotted his cousin on the mezzanine level, leaning against the balustrade that overlooked the busier ground floor. He waved. She flipped him off.

Another text. Bitch. Rude.

Jude made his way to the back of the club, beneath the second floor where the dancing turned into tables and booths.

I’m going to fill in your blind spot, Freddie. You’re welcome :-).  

He leaned against the wall beneath the stairs, the once ornamental relief now tacky with plastic cobwebs and pumpkin decals. Even he didn’t believe how cliche it was, for vampires to make dirty night clubs on Halloween their hunting grounds. But his eyes dragged across the room and, yes, without fail, something pulled at him.

She stood by the bar with an affected casual air that did nothing to distract from her statue-like stillness. She was striking. Not beautiful, in a supermodel sense, but interesting. Features that didn’t quite fit together that somehow looked good here. Classic vampire move.

He felt the pull again, though less a pull and more a gentle tap on the shoulder. She wasn’t actively manipulating him, or anyone else. She didn’t look at anyone or anything in particular, like she was waiting for something.

His phone buzzed. I already spotted the vamp, he’s right by the stairs. On the left.

Jude glanced up and eyed the patrons by the staircase. He stood against the bannister, white blond and deathly pale, like a vampire Die Antwoord, with an unwavering focused stare that only a vampire could maintain in this darkness. Jude frowned. That made things more difficult. Not impossible, but difficult, with just the two of them.

The vampire’s head whipped around and and stopped on Jude, a flash of red in his eyes. Jude’s blood ran cold, and he quickly looked away, back to check on-

The other vampire was gone. Uh oh. He looked back at the-

They were both gone.

Jude cursed and pushed off the wall, searching desperately for either vampire. He caught movement in the corner of his eye, a body slipping past the emergency exit. He followed without a thought.

The storm had dissipated for now, leaving a dim glow on the rain damped carpark. An empty carpark, devoid of life in any sense of the word. Jude’s ears rang with the last ghosts of music, but he tried to listen past it. Past the echoes of his boots against the concrete, the dripping of rain from gutters.

“Gee, Jude, how’d you manage to lose two vampires?” he mumbled to himself.

A rush of air, the world spun, and Jude was face down on the ground. Bolts of pain shot from his hands up his arms. Before he could even gasp air back into his lungs, he was up again, an ice-like, vice-like grip on his arms held him up on shaking legs. The street was empty, and then it wasn’t. Figures appeared silent before him like they’d never not been there. Five of them, identical in all black, with glowing red irises reflecting the dim light. He recognised two of them, the vampires from the club. His stomach lurched.

“Is this the one?” The voice chilled him far too close to his ear.

“One of them,” said Die Antwoord. “There was a woman, too, still inside.”

In hindsight, probably shouldn’t have talked loudly about hunting down a bunch of vampires.

“She won’t be a problem.” He could hear the smirk in his captor’s voice.

Even the most well trained hunter would be hard pressed kill a vampire in a one-on-one fight. The only advantages humans had were group tactics. And apparently vampires were using group tactics now. He wouldn’t be able to could kill six vampires alone. Even if Freddie were here they couldn’t.

“I’m not alone,” said Jude. He hadn’t noticed he was bleeding until he spoke, and flecks of blood flew from between his lips. Every set of glowing eyes followed its path through the air and to the ground with rapt interest. That made his stomach turn worse than anything else, but he pressed on. “I don’t just mean my cousin. We have backup coming. Any minute now this place will be crawling with hunters. You won’t be able to escape.”

It wasn’t exactly true. It was entirely a lie, actually, but if he could buy himself time, or better yet, get them distracted arguing amongst themselves… He still wouldn’t survive, but he could maybe take a vampire or two down with him.

He was going to die, though. That much was a given.

The vampires were silent for a moment. Silent and still, nothing about their demeanour indicating at all that they’d acknowledged what he’d said.

Then the hands on his arms shifted. His captor ripped the stake from the loop on Jude’s belt and tossed it away, then pushed him to his knees and held him by the jaw and the top of his head. He gasped between teeth held tight together.

“We’ll kill him now and continue with the plan,” said the vampire that held Jude’s life in his hands. “If we die in the process, then we die in the process. A worthy sacrifice on the path for glory.”

Well. Shit.

Jude tried to protest, but the vampire gripped him tighter, pressing tight against his throat and strangling his words. His heart pounded, loud in his ears and audible to every creature in the vicinity. He closed his eyes, and sent a quick prayer to whatever power that makes vampires afraid of the divine that his death would be quick. And that maybe, his boyfriend would forgive him for bailing on Halloween movie night. And for keeping vampire hunting a secret. Because he was about to die and Oscar would never know how, or why. And this was all a little bit selfish, but if you can’t be selfish the moment before you die, then when can you, really?

He heard a snap, and flinched. It wasn’t his neck, at least, not yet. He hesitated, and cracked an eye open. Nothing had changed, at least from what he could see. If the vampires had tilted their heads, as though to focus on a sound heard far away, then Jude hadn’t noticed.

And then one of them was sprawled on the floor, crushed beneath another body with a stake in his back. The vampires sprang into action, the female from the club reaching her ally’s assailant first. More figures stepped out of shadows, or dropped from the roof—vampires, Jude acknowledged with a sinking feeling—and swept the scene, attacking in ways that were too fast and complex for Jude to follow. They blurred into a violent mash of colour and darkness.

One of the vampires stalked towards them, and Jude’s captor dropped him and shoved him out of the way. Jude stumbled to his feet and drew a knife from his jacket pocket, twisted around and slashed his captor across the back. The vampire stumbed, half turned, distraction enough for the other vampire to drive a stake through the space where his heart once beat.

From one angry vampire to another…

She sneered at him for a second and drew the stake from her victim, turning it on Jude now. Then she stopped, sniffed, and gave him a quick once over.

“Oh, shit you’re a human!” Her sneer softened to a genuine grin, and she lowered her weapon. “My bad. You’re wearing so much black I went autopilot. You should cut down on that if you don’t want to be mistaken for more… unsavory types.”

And then she winked.

Jude looked at her properly for the first time. Her face was familiar, but not too familiar, round jaw and long nose and curly hair in a deep shade of brown that he recognised but couldn’t place. She wore an orange crop top and bright blue track pants, an industrial bar in her ear, so far removed from the faux-historical dignity of his assailants he got aesthetic whiplash.

“What kind of fucked up upside-down universe have I stepped into?” he said. Vampires conspiring with each other. The Vampire Spice Girls attacking them. Like something out of a shitty B-grade teen vampire movie. He was already living a B-grade teen vampire movie, thank you. He didn’t need this on top of it.

“Listen, just pretend you didn’t see anything,” said vampire Sporty Spice. “Go home, take a nap, we’ve got this.” She turned away.

Jude snapped back to reality. He reached forward and snatched the stake out of her hand and raised it against her. She whipped around and caught his wrist, stake tip an inch from her chest.

“Woah, man, I saved your life just then!”

Jude gritted his teeth, tried to wrench his hand from her grasp. Her grip wasn’t tight, but it was sturdy. Not putting up a fight, but not relinquishing either.

“I’m trying to help you, I’m not the bad guy here,” she continued.

“Are you a vampire?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

Jude swiped at her with his knife hand, to emphasise his opinion on the matter. She dodged his attack and sighed in frustration.

“Come on, it’s not like that. Walk away.” He didn’t hear the last line, rather, it appeared fully formed in his head. A shudder ran through him, and his muscles tensed, legs itching to obey the command while he mentally fought for control. It was like trying to convince himself not to breathe.

The vampire grimaced. “Sorry. I hate doing this, too, but I hate dying more.”

Jude caught a glimpse of movement behind her, and stopped listening. A vampire, not an ally of hers, flying towards them. Deep, gaping black gashes littered his body, but he’d escaped the fray, and would be on them in seconds.

Jude ducked down, and Sporty Spice cried out in surprise as she came down with him. He shoved her to the side, wrenching the stake from her grip, and launched himself at Slasher vampire. He slashed with his left hand, and the vampire caught the arm easily. He didn’t catch Jude’s underhanded stab with the stake. Well, he did catch it, impaled in his stomach. The vampire snarled and pulled back, stake still in his body, out of Jude’s grip. He grabbed Jude by the throat, sharp nails digging into skin, palm cutting off oxygen. Jude pried uselessly at his throat, squeezing his eyes shut against blooming stars.

The grip on his neck slackened with a wave of force, and Jude stumbled back with a gasp. He doubled over, forcing sharp air back into his lungs, heart pounding in his ears. He blinked a few times, to force the blurriness away.

Freddie held the vampire tightly by his shoulder, stake so far in his back the tip came through the front. Right through his heart.

He broke into a grateful grin. He’d never been so happy to see someone. “Hey…” He let the syllable linger until his voice cracked into a hoarse cough.

Freddie grimaced. “Jesus,” she said. “You look like you’re half dead. What the hell happened to you?”

Half dead, but still alive. He was alive. He looked around. The carpark was empty, no evidence of the last few minutes remained, nothing but the body in Freddie’s arms. How many vampires survived? Where did they go? Why were they here? Now that the danger was over, the floodgates opened and questions filled his mind faster than he could think them, struggling to make sense of what had just happened. His head pounded.

“Jude?”

He blinked. Freddie frowned at him. She wore three layers of beads around her neck, and she pulled them over her head, the three loops extending to one long chain. At the end of it hung a heavy wooden crucifix. Right, binding. Schrödinger’s Staked Vampire, after all, had to be considered both undead and dead-dead until you watched them burn in the sun. In the meantime, binding by crucifix worked just fine.

He hesitated. “I have no idea what just happened,” he said. He reached forward to help out. His hands were shaking.

“Yeah, you’re so out of it,” said Freddie.

“Huh?”

“You’re injured. I’m taking you-”

“Not to a hospital,” he said quickly. “I’m really not up to making up an excuse for my injuries right now.”

“Of course not. Your boyfriend is a nurse. I’m taking you home.”

His heartbeat fluttered, in a sickening, anxious way. “Oh, that’s worse.” The last thing Oscar needed was to stress out about Jude’s injuries.

He didn’t have it in him to resist, though, suddenly exhausted, head spinning with information that just didn’t make sense. He let Freddie drag him back outside and to her car, with only one last desperate look at the empty street.

(If it reads kinda weird, my formatting didn’t keep when I transferred it, so I might have missed some repairs.) 

B A S I C S

full name: Lenore Artemis Sharp

gender: cis woman 

sexuality: aromantic bisexual

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: her beloved little brother Oscar. The rest of the family is dead to her (or, she’s dead to them. Literally.)

birthplace: Fantasy Cairns

job: uhhh vampire rebel. 

phobias: Lenore feels neither fear nor pain 

guilty pleasures: nor guilt

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: chaotic good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: extrovert

organized/disorganized: disorganised

close minded/open-minded: open minded

calm/anxious: calm

disagreeable/agreeable: disagreeable

cautious/reckless: reckless

patient/impatient: impatient

outspoken/reserved: outspoken

leader/follower: leader

empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: optimistic

traditional/modern: modern

hard-working/lazy: hard working 

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Lenore/Connie

ot3: Lenore/Connie/Violet

brotp: Lenore/Jude

Freddie

49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?

I’ve never seen anyone get a sugar rush is this a real thing? Anyway I don’t think Freddie is one for sweets anyway

Connie

44. How does your character react/ accept criticism?

She tends to go very quiet, she needs a bit of time to think about it before she can act on the criticism

Violet

39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can?

Violet is meticulously clean and tidy, there’s nothing out of place anywhere. She doesn’t own a fridge, and tbh I don’t think she even has garbage. I know this sounds like a copout but it’s not I promise. 

Camille

19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?