Traits: creative, neat, good

 Age: 25 years old

 Birthday: April 7th

Backstory: Anahita is persian. She is the oldest sister of 3 and grew up in a very traditional household. She knows how to cook, cleans like a little neat fairy and has been taking care of her sisters since a young age, as this was expected of her. She is kind, sweet and loving, and is very gifted when it comes to kids. She is most famous for her incredible storytelling skills. Two years ago she decided to move from her small town to a bigger city when she was proposed a job in a famous restaurant, though her parents were not very happy about it. Saying goodbye to her sisters was probably the hardest thing to do for her, and she still calls and texts them every day. The first year of when she moved in, she had a lot of trouble fitting in this whole new world, but after making some friends, she discovered the joy of living in a buzzling and interesting city, with all the activities and things to do. Despite all those changes, her sweet and modest personnality didn’t change one bit ! She often visits her parents and sisters whenever she can and they have a big dinner with traditionnal persian music and food. She has never dated anyone but dreams of finding the perfect husband for her and have a loving and sweet family.

Interests: Geopolitics, poetry, trying out new restaurants and food in general, writing, romance films, reading books and highlighting her favorite quotes, cooking

first things first, bree wants a 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘, is 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 and 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 !

brianna paige haywood wasn’t a desired child. accidents happen, lives are formed and suddenly two people who were nothing more than passing ships in the night are met with a reality neither of them wanted. granted, olive wyatt and zachary haywood weren’t bad parents by any means— they raised bree well, taught her how to fend for herself, clothed and fed her ; they just weren’t happy. they weren’t happy with having lost their chances of being wild and free, weren’t happy with the knowledge that they weren’t meant to be together. they weren’t bad parents, but they weren’t good ones either.

bree was a quiet toddler, a lonely child— kept to herself, lowered her head, played on her own after school : she learned how to bake, how to garden, learned the best places to go on walks and end up getting lost in the middle of the glimmerbrook woods— then she learned how to find her way back. by the time her parents got divorced shortly after her 15th birthday, she’d come out of her shell, met friends and greeted everyone around the neighbourhood by name, but she was also fiercely independent. 

she grew into your stereotypical “i’m fine, don’t worry about me” girl, a listener more than a talker, a people-watcher and nature lover— that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like company, a drink, or a good laugh. she’s just content with herself, happy to spend time on her own or rather, she was. as time goes on and years tick by, fleeting relationships have stopped being as fun and butterfly-in-tummy inducing as they used to be. the truth is, bree wants love— that big, beautiful burst of love that she knows is possible, but that she never witnessed. wants children, wants those little moments that she’s dreamt of since she was a little girl. laughter, hot summer nights, giving piggyback rides. she wants to find people to love, and she wants to show them all the things that make her smile. she wants, at the end of the day, a family.

she thought she’d found it— the one. the father of her children, the love of her life and who knows? maybe she did. maybe he was written in the stars, just for her, but sometimes chapters are short and endings aren’t happy. two years ago, her fiancé luke passed away in a car accident. one second he was alive, on his way home, and the next he was gone. it hasn’t been easy, or simple, or something bree thinks she’ll truly be over completely. but she’s tried, is trying, and will continue to try to mourn and grieve what could’ve been. now, she’s ready to find her future, rather than clinging to her past.

𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍 !

bree is twenty-five years old. has considered going to uni, but she’s still not sure of what she really wants to do so she’s been putting it off.

isn’t really close to her parents ? she speaks to them every week and they meet up for important dates and holidays, but that’s the extent of their relationship.

her grandmother on her father’s side was a spellcaster, but it wasn’t passed down to him, or to bree as anything more than fun information. bean is 100% human. well, maybe a little less in theory but in practice ? all human.

she’s stubborn, but not hard-headed : if something’s important, she’ll sit down and listen, discuss, won’t stomp her foot and demand her way. but when she knows she’s right? she won’t change her mind.

is still a relatively quiet person, but don’t let that fool you— she’s got a sharp tongue and a zesty, quick sense of humour. she won’t pass up an oportunity to make a joke, have a laugh, but you won’t see it coming.

loves to go on hikes, long walks, is very much the type of person to find beauty in the smaller things in life rather than the big picture. nature makes her feel free, and comfortable, and she tries to go out and do something in it at least a couple times a week.

really enjoys romantic comedies, not because she oohs and aahs at them but because finding inconsistencies in your stereotypical lifetime movies makes her really amused. 

on that note, she’s not very romantic in the sense that she’s not a big gestures kind of gal. she’ll appreciate them, and cherish them, but she’s a woman of detail. small moments, i love yous that aren’t i love yous— they’re hair strokes at night, soft touches during a busy day, leaving the house but coming back because a goodbye kiss was forgotten.

loves garderning, adores doing it with company— if she didn’t invite you? don’t touch her pretty growing things. 

has started to grow bored of her current job as ( you guessed it ) a gardener, of living among trees and flowers and clear skies. she loves it all just as much as she always has, but she’s started to think of it as ordinary, usual. less magical. is considering leaving it all behind because, well, absence makes the heart grow fonder, doesn’t it ?

after losing luke, she started meditating and it’s been very helpful— she tries to do it every day, usually late at night. has also been keeping a journal ever since.

stars are her favourite thing in the planet, followed closely by the smell of pine trees, and the taste of green tea.

speaking of tea, that’s really her primary source of hydration— it goes : coffee in the morning, tea til lunch, then coffee, tea, dinner, coffee, tea. really, she runs on two things only but hey, at least one’s not too bad for her.

loves frogs. a whole lot.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 !

dancing — 2 fitness — 2 logic — 3 charisma — 3 cooking — 4 handiness — 4 wellness — 5 writing — 5 gardening — 6

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 !

Nyx, as mentioned before, was born to a French scientist and nobleman, and a Hispanic seamstress. Their names were Vincent and Ximena Lovette. For the majority of her childhood and adolescence, Nyx was raised with nothing but love and admiration from her parents. Her father prided himself in knowing that his daughter was being raised with a proper education and opportunities to keep learning due to his status and position as a scientist. Although her mother, who was a bit more traditional as she knew what the future had in store for her daughter despite her growing knowledge, somewhat disapproved of her husband’s teachings, supported and loved her to the fullest. In 1849 however, Ximena fell ill to tuberculosis, and passed away a few short months after. Nyx, 6 at the time, missed her mother deeply, but the loss hit Vincent the hardest. He was undoubtedly and madly in love with his wife, that her death devastated him so much so to the point that he refused to step out of his office for weeks on end. During this time, Nyx took it upon herself to take care of him, and despite her small stature and inability to do certain things, she’d always make sure that her father would eat in the morning, evening, and night. Leaving new fresh clothes on the edge of his bed everyday, and always making a hot pot of tea for him around noon. One fateful day though, when Vincent managed to drag himself up from the pit of depression for a brief moment, he wandered around the house, re-imagining all the times he’d see his loving wife go about her daily routine with a gentle smile on her face. On the dining room table though, was a piece of paper, with writing scribbled on it. A child’s writing. It read “ Things that might make daddy happy.” 1. The telescope! He always likes to look at the stars with it. 2. Leaving drawings on his desk! 3. Making him his favorite breakfast but I don’t really know how.. 4. Picking some flowers! I’m going to go do that now- The list ended there, but on the bottom was a raggedy, but adorable stick figure drawing of Nyx and her father, hand-in-hand, with an angel smiling from above. Her mother. Vincent, with tears flowing down his face, clenched the paper tightly, and from that moment on found the reason to keep fighting. To move on. And that was to make sure he could always provide for his daughter, his pride and joy, and make sure she would never have to worry about how to make her father happy. He had to be strong, for her.

Nyx, now reaching her adolescent years, was beginning to catch the eye of many suitors. By the time she was 17, she already had 5 men asking for her hand in marriage. Nyx was reluctant though, despising even the thought or proposition of marriage. She wanted to keep learning, to invent, to find out what secrets the unreachable heaven in the stars had to reveal. But her priority for education was short-lived, as she realized that in order to uphold her family’s status and honor..her father’s status and honor, she had to marry one of these men. Out of all of them though, the least gut-wrenching and well..insistent was a lad named Clarence. Like Nyx, Clarence showed solemn interest during their meeting, but was a collected person unlike her other abrasive suitors. He was also the youngest out of them all, being 23. After long hours of conversations, meetings, and dinners together, they both came to an agreement and understanding. They knew they weren’t in love with each other, and were both similar in the fact that they were doing it for their families, so they came to terms that although they were to be wed, their relationship was to mostly remain platonic and distant. Even though this upset Nyx, as she would need to succumb to all the stereotypical “housewife” duties, she felt relieved in knowing that this would at least bring her father a bit of joy, knowing that she would continue to be cared for and wouldn’t be left to struggle financially. She was happy..for now.

The wedding was set on the exact date of Nyx’s 18th birthday, and the ceremony was big, as every aunt, uncle, cousin, brother, sister, pretty much everyone and their mother attended. But Nyx felt nothing. She appreciated all the happy faces that came to watch her be given away, but she always dreamed that her wedding day would be less miserable. The day went by in a flash, and before she knew it, months had passed, and her “what was supposed to be a stoic relationship” with Clarence increasingly worsened. They did not have the same priorities or standards. Clarence always putting her down for her courage to speak up for herself, and refusing to let her continue her studies as she needed to “finally know her place as a woman.” That’s when he announced that soon she would need to bear him a child, to ensure that his legacy and fortune was to be guaranteed. Feeling disgraced and defeated, she knew there was no fighting this, as this was exactly what she knew she was getting herself into. Nyx got pregnant, giving birth to a beautiful baby boy a short nine months later. Holding onto him for the very first time, Nyx felt the strongest pang of genuine love as she held this tiny creature tightly, who was sleeping ever so peacefully. But she felt herself getting weaker and weaker..something was wrong.The nurses ran out in a panic to grab the head doctor, and she knew then and there that these passing moments were most likely going to be her last. Clarence walked into the room with a dangerously calm and unnerved expression, and with the very last strength she could muster, handed her baby over to his father. The moment she felt the weight off her arms, it felt like her entire body gave in and was ready to shut down. She sunk her head back into the pillow, and her vision began to blur. “His name.” She heard. “What do you want to name him? It’s the least I can do for you, since...” Clarence’s words trailed off, as his face finally began to give way to a sullen expression. Nyx thought for a moment, and the instant thought of her favorite philosopher popped into her fading mind. “..Socrates...” But it couldn’t be common like that, she thought. “With a Z...” She heard a soft chuckle from Clarence, and she smiled softly. “Alright then, Zocrates it is..I will make sure to give him a good life, do not worry about that.” Nyx relaxed at hearing that, as that’s all she wanted for him. She sighed, and closed her eyes. She heard the footsteps of Clarence exiting the room, but after a few minutes heard the approaching of a different set of footsteps. Too exhausted and weak to open her eyes, she felt a sharp pinching on her neck, and everything went black.

The rest is all self-explanatory, as she awoke as a blood-thirsty creature of the night. Devastated that she needed to sever all ties with her son and her father..All the things she’s ever cared for and loved. She appreciated Vlad and looked up to him, but watching the years go by without a hinge...watching her father grow old and pass on..and her son..At one point the pain was far too much for her to bear, and she wished that Vlad would have just let her pass away like those that she loved. To live forever was a gift, but at the same time it was the worst curse that can be bestowed upon someone. Due to this, she locked herself away for a number of years and hibernated, putting aside all her vampire training and morals. 

Camen is the baby of her family. Born and raised in Windenburg, a baby, all things considering. She grew up in Windenburg, along with her three older brothers. They use to joke that their mother was only able to have children in years ending in a 4. Did I forget to mention she’s a vampire and just celebrated her 75th birthday.

She’s been pretty successful so far. As a self taught chef/baker, she opened up her own cafe. She might not be able to enjoy the delicacies, but it doesn’t mean she isn’t able to provide the best food possible. Plus, she keeps plasma on hand for when the local vampire community wants to stop in for a drink.

Now, she’s starting to feel it’s time for something new in her life. She’s been intrigued by computers and in her spare time she has started learning the ins and outs of them and programming. With her passing the running of the cafe to her business partner, she’s hoping to be able to explore this hobby a bit more. But a new job is not the only change she eventually wants to make. 

♦ Camilla is a 24 years old girl that wants to study psychology to become a teacher.

♦ She had a twin brother who unfortunately died two years prior, but his death opened her eyes to a world she never thought would see.

♦ She worked as a bartender until recently when she decided to finally join a university with the money she kept aside.

♦ She loves when it’s rainy because it reminds her when she played under it with her brother and sometimes she still dances in the rain.

♦ She’s friend with a Vampire, she didn’t know it was so until three years ago, Synnovea. She helped her a lot in recent years and Camilla couldn’t be more grateful for her friendship.

But what’s her story?

Camilla and Luca grow up in an orphanage, but this is not a sad story, they were taken care of, all the children were.

They never were chosen for adoption but it never bothered them because at least they were together.

Even though the sisters were nice at the age of 18, they left the orphanage for a small apartment, since they started working at the age of 16 they both had some money. It wasn’t much but they were happy... until that day.

For their 21 birthday, they got out with Synnovea, one of the sisters of the orphanage, but a drunkard with a knife hit Luca and then runoff. Camilla still remembers the despair she felt and how Synnovea then bit her wrist and made Luca drink some of her blood.

“Vea, what are you doing?!” “Calm down Cami, everything will be alright. I can do this much but I know someone who can help but... Luca will have to choose” 

His wound was strangely healing and with a painful and bloody smile, Luca looked at Synnovea, while Camilla held him close to herself.

“Between life and death, everything will do” “Ok, I’ll call him” “What about an ambulance, shouldn’t we...!” “An ambulance won’t be fast enough, I did what I can but I’m not powerful enough... he’ll be faster”

She made a quick call and as soon as she closed it mere seconds passed and then a man walked close to them, his smile was the most reassuring thing Camilla saw.

“Hello, my name is Caleb Vatore and I’m here to help.”

And so he did: Luca that night became a vampire.

It was a strange year that of their 21, Luca was controlling his new life thanks to Synnovea and sometimes Caleb and everything was going fine... until that day.

The day a tearful Caleb got to her door telling her the thing she dreaded more in this world: her brother died by the hand of a vampire hunter and a witch. 

It seemed the grim reaper played with them, giving her brother one more year to live and then take it aways exactly the day of their birthday.

She cried all of her tears and Synnovea stayed by her side all the time. She never blamed Caleb and she thanked him for being there for him. 

The people she hated were the ones who took her brother away, but not knowing who they were and without power to do anything she was powerless.

Only that Caleb one day called her and the only thing he said was: “It’s done”

From that day she could breathe again, it doesn’t mean everything was fine, but now... now she felt light and ready to start a new life.

♦ She has some talents~

♦ Sorry about the long story and my English!

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