#macabreintro

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

NAME: matt donovan NICKNAME(S): matty, golden retriever, wonder boy SPECIES: human AGE: 21 SEXUALITY: heterosexual PROFESSION: student / occasionally works at the grill HAIR COLOR: blond EYE COLOR: blue TATTOOS / SCARS: a tiny scar over his upper lip SKILLS: football <3

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 & 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

sooo this is the matty we all know, i’m taking him from around the beginning of his story with a few twists of course.

he’s the son of kelly donovan and younger brother of vicki donovan.  always been considered the “golden child” & honestly he was.  knew tyler, jeremy, elena and the rest of their friend group since they were in diapers in his words and he had always been fiercely loyal to his friends.

right now he’s a student at bon temps college and part of the football team along with his best friend tyler.  he also works at merlotte's bar and grill on and off.  

one more thing i want to add to this lil intro (bc i’d rather figure him out as i portray him) is that he only knows about the existence of vampires and werewolves.  the rest is still unknown to him but we all should change that honestly lmao.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 / 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

friends: matt is such an extrovert so i’m sure he has TONS of friends.  while he already has a close-knit group, he still needs some different friends, especially give him supernatural ones so he can go through the same shock over and over.

enemies: ehhh i don’t know why would any supernatural being would be his enemy bc like he’s just the everyman type, but maybe some people from college? someone around his age? could be over something reallyyy petty honestly.

ex(es): i know i still gotta figure out his canon ex relationships bUT tbh he had always been very popular so i’m sure he’s got a few exes, especially from high school etc.  could have ended on good or bad terms!

basics

FULL NAME. Adelaide Montserrat

ALIAS. Ade, Addie

PLACE OF BIRTH. NY, New York

AGE. 31 155

GENDER. Female

ETHNICITY. White

NATIONALITY. American

OCCUPATION. Socialite, philanthropist, retired prima ballerina, founder of La Fleur Du Mal (Dance company) and art restorer 

ORIENTATION. Bisexual

EDUCATION. University graduate

MARITAL STATUS. Widowed

mental

ALIGNMENT. Chaotic Neutral

DRUGS OF USE. Cocaine, LSD, methamphetamine

POSITIVE. Determined, quick-witted, charming

NEGATIVE. Elusive, manipulative, cunning

MENTAL HEALTH. Tumultuous

bio

The Montserrat name evokes reactions, and it does so because like most names that come from wealth it was established a long time ago in Barcelona, Spain, as far back as one can track. The Montserrat made their name by rubbing shoulders with world leaders and assisting conquerors in both honorable and nefarious pursuits, for providing weapons and soldiers and battle strategies,  and when times changed, Kings and Queens turned into ruthless businessmen and power-hungry politicians: if there was a threat to be made, a string to be pulled, a player to be removed, you’d go to the Montserrat; the spiders, with their endless webs of connections.

Prestige wasn’t commonly shared – the women in the family were little more than forgotten faces in old portraits, seldom known for their achievements, but more so for their heirs. They were promptly pushed out of books and history and shoved somewhere between the shadows of a stove and their husband’s fists.  It had been so for a long time, and tradition has a way of sneaking its way into the present. They never expected great things from Adelaide, or her mother - she was doted upon, and she was loved, as loved as one can be within such a household, the only thing they expected was her quiet compliance in the role she had been born to play:  The Heiress, The Bobblehead, The Pretty Thing.

Adelaide was the product of a union that had been under negotiation for quite some time — a planned pregnancy to seal yet another business deal.  Her father was a cruel man, a man of calculations and logic who had never wished for a daughter, and her mother lacked the maternal instincts that were expected of her at the time. It mattered little, Adelaide learned quickly that slobbering kisses and hugs were ill received, that she ought to always keep her hands clean and shoes pristine. That her hair should never fall down her waist or under her shoulders. That she’d pray with them in a circle, and repeat her father’s words like a mantra. That she’d learn only the spells they were willing to teach, and never question the head of the Coven. That she had a role to play in this world, and she would do so masterfully.

My God, she looks like a little angel!’  everybody would proudly exclaim when she ran up to them in frilly white dresses,   blonde curls bouncing wildly under the chimes of tame girlish laughter .   She’d bat her golden lashes and straighten her spine,  glide her fingers obediently across black and white keys until the sound captured everyone’s attention;  she’d marvel effortlessly, and always on cue, until her presence was dismissed.  

If you were to ask her, Adelaide couldn’t remember playing with other children in a sandbox, or fighting over whose doll was the prettiest: she kept her distance, always a graceful mirage of whatever a picture-perfect child was meant to be; blush red cheeks and a bow tied neatly across her waist.  She could only remember vague moments of emptiness during these times, something lacking, an ache of sorts – which was promptly dismissed.

Adelaide was hungry, she was tired and she was greedy. She wanted more— always more. More than her parents could give, more than the coven could offer, more than silly necromancy spell books and lectures could teach, so she went further — she started diving into forbidden magic and demonic worship, studying ways to obtain what she wanted. She was still a child when she first heard it  whispering in her ear. She couldn’t tell you why it  came to her then, only that it did— and it saw her, truly saw her, like nobody had ever seen before.

When Adelaide began flourishing, her demeanor shifted into something steely and cold, and her spiritual connection to the demon only strengthened through the years. It did not interfere with her role within their social circle or her classes, therefore it was of little concern to her parents. Her happiest memories were far and few in between: she remembers her first kiss, her first drink, her first kill.

By the time Adelaide was in her late 20′s, she remembers it whispering behind closed doors, that it could offer her the world, everything she ever wanted: power, immortality. There was a price, of course— there’s always a price: her coven’s souls and her own, were she to fail to complete the ritual, or die anytime in the future. She didn’t blink, didn’t hesitate: she simply smiled, and did as she had been taught: she said yes.

Adelaide went on to perform the gruesome ritual as instructed by her guide: luring the unsuspecting coven members into a ritual with false promises of riches and power, only to summon the thing that’d been so eager to crawl out of hell all this time. She bathed in their blood white they screamed and agonized. She devoured them. And when the ceremony was completed, Adelaide found that at last, that hunger inside of her, had been satiated—-  it had a name now, a way to appease it.

She slaughtered every last member of her coven as promised, including her mother and father, thus becoming the sole heir of the Montserrat empire. Adelaide went on to become everything she ever wanted, and yielded her privilege like a weapon to label the attack on her coven a terrible tragedy.

FULL  NAME :  jasiel “ambrose” diaz NICKNAME(S) :  brodi, diaz, bee AGE :  26 CURRENT  LOCATION :  bon temps,  lousiana ETHNICITY :  dominican GENDER :  trans man PRONOUNS :  he/him ORIENTATION :  homosexual SPECIES : halfling OCCUPATION :  pharmacy tech [+] TRAITS : compassionate - observant - witty  [--] TRAITS : emotional - impulsive - stubborn

Ambrose has always been an adventurous kid. Even at a very young age, he has always sought the things that were often hidden from him or he from it. While his father did not know exactly how to raise a child alone, a mysterious woman would teach him basic life skills to keep him safe. When it came to his abilities, he assumed everyone could feel the thoughts that surrounded them. He is even known to entertain with minor acts of “guessing games” with people. 

Sometimes he would assume he just had a stroke of luck until it became too common. That said, he does not actively try to read thoughts-they just seem to whisper to him. 

Ambrose was born in the Dominican Republic, but moved to Florida because of some trouble his father and eldest brother got into. 

He involves himself with reading because these were the only methods of escape he had during his childhood. They also give him a way to relate to things outside his scope of reality. 

Unlike most of the world, he knows that vampires, werewolves, and witches exist because he’s seemingly stumbled upon a few encounters in Florida and Mississippi. 

Ambrose is a massive nerd when it comes to video games, tech, and comics. 

Originally, Ambrose came to Bon Temps due to a job opportunity. Something here just kept him from leaving.

His favorite hobby? Dancing. 

hey,  hello, hi lovelies.  i’m essy, and this is my little terror gabriella!  for the basics, she’s twenty seven, and a hunter, and on a mission to hunt down the demon who killed her dad.  

gabriella was born the only child of valentina and diego cortez, a result of a drunken one night stand that pushes her parents together for the SAKE of the baby. this only creates an uncomfortably miserable atmosphere from the off. though none of this is evident to little gabby, who becomes the apple of her father’s eye. she’s very much a daddies girl, and spends her time following him around as a little girl. her mother and her had a tricky relationship, for her mother, growing up so quick and having a little girl hadn’t been in the cards ---- and she gave up her LIFE, which had her always looking for some way out. something more interesting than the cushy family life she had. valentina had a wandering eye and had a history of cheating on gabriella’s father.  (  it’s not that diego didn’t know, maybe he did.  )  but regardless of her mother’s infidelity, gabby’s childhood goes smoothly, things are brushed under the carpet and hidden, and she’s got a kind heart - a soft girl. 

it’s only on one of her mothers ventures out, seeking an ESCAPE that trouble really finds the cortez family. her mother’s selfish, and she hears of DEALS,  some idiot boasting at a bar, and ends up crazed and researches.  gabby is fourteen when her mother finally finds what she’s looking for.  she makes a deal  ----  gabby never finds out what for,  in fact, all the details were disgustingly vague. 

this information, and the horrific memories of what was waiting for her when she got home from her friends house,  that she finds her dad’s body  ----  it’s already too late.  she struggles with the images of that day are things that don’t leave her even to this day, or the cold helpless feeling that had held her hostage.   

AT FIRST she thought her mother had done it, that her mother had killed her dad and taken off. but it’s only when she had gathered her stuff that she finds the research.  (  at first she doesn’t believe it,  she doesn’t want to,  not that all the monsters she thought to be fiction could actually be real.  )  

she resents her mother,  and as her grandma is in a care home,  she ends up in the care system herself.  soft girl ends up with a hardened cold heart  ----  and loses herself in the process. they’re never able to place her with families, she’s too much trouble, ending up in fights, or getting cautioned by the police.  all for stupid things, petty crimes, acting out.  she just WANTED the pain to stop but it never did. 

she begins to research herself, when she’s able ---- once she’s out of the system, she starts to begin her hunt.  first for her mother,  then for the monster who killed her dad.  it’s only when she’s 20 does she come face to face with her mother again.  after the loss of her grandmother,  the woman decides to show up for the reading of the will.  they come to blows,   gabby finds out the truth,  and the demon who she’s looking for,  one with RED eyes.  she tries to kill her mother,  tries to bring herself to do it,  SHE ALMOST DOES,  knife at the throat of the one who betrayed her most  ----  and she lets her know that she’s living on BORROWED time anyway.  THE NEW LIFE she has comes with a hefty price of ten years, and she only has four left.  (  after  that  she’ll  be  dragged  to  hell.  )  and so gabby walks away,  with the hope that hell will hurt her so much more.  

she starts looking for the demon,  it’s on a hunt that she bumps into maggie fusilier,  and they don’t get on at first,  until it seems they’ve both seen their FAIR share of tragedies.  she helps gabby narrow her search down, gives her information about demons she didn’t know.  SHE WAS LOOKING FOR A CROSSROADS DEMON.  they both remained friends, in fact she’s perhaps the only person she has left. 

gabriella now mostly hunts -----  she enjoys the way that it allows her to take out all the bottled up anger she hasn’t dealt with,  it’s easier to be vicious with a blade than face a cold hard mirror held up against herself. AGAINST WHO SHE’D BECOME.  no,  she’s not sure she could ever do that.  in the mean time, she has taken up residency in bon temps,  finds it could be somewhere to settle.  not HOME,  but close enough. 

He was born in a small county in Louisiana to a teenage mother and father weren’t expecting to have a child. Instead of giving him up and restarting their lives without him, the decided to become parents at the young ages of 18 and 19. Things may not have been perfect, by they tried their hardest and by the time Theo was 10 he already had a younger sister and a relatively normal family life.

But growing up he always felt like he couldn’t control his emotions, that they weren’t in his grasp and at the slightest moment he would get angry. He wouldn’t throw hissy fits or tantrums but he’d get frustrated easily, and his parents chalked it up to their son becoming a teenager. 

This only grew worse as he got older and by the time he was 15 he was barely in control. Finally, his parents took him to a psychologist who diagnosed him with bipolar disorder. The constant amount of medications was overwhelming at first - he felt like he was in even less control of his life seeing as missing one day of his medications might lead to him having another breakdown. But as each day passed it became routine and he eventually regained some control over his life.

Ever since then he’s still struggled with anger but not to the point he had been. He had worked hard to stay on the right path but obviously fate had other plans for him. One night, during a full moon, he had drunk too much and wandered into the woods. Sure he shouldn’t drink, it would mess with his meds, but his 26th birthday was right around the corner and he wanted to celebrate. What turned into an okay evening ended up with him waking up in the morning with a bite mark on his shoulder.

He thought he got attacked by some rapid dog, and went to the doctor to get it treated but it healed pretty much instantly to his surprise. Thinking this was something he had just made up, he went on with his life, deciding not to tell anyone of it - that was until he found himself developing new traits. He was more irritable, could hear sounds that weren’t near him, and could smell things that were nowhere to be found.

It wasn’t until the next full moon that he truly realized what happened and he when he woke up the morning after he was terrified. He knew he needed to get away from his family, not wanting to hurt them, but he also didn’t have a reason. Deciding to lie, he told them that there was a good job offer for him in a nearby town and left - only to move farther away to Bon Temps where he’s lived for the past 2 years

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

NAME: davina claire NICKNAME(S): d, super witch SPECIES: witch AGE: 19 SEXUALITY: (presumed) heterosexual PROFESSION: student HAIR COLOR: brown EYE COLOR: blue TATTOOS / SCARS: none SKILLS: witchcraft, playing the piano

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 & 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

first things first, i’ll try not to stray too far from the canon (well the biggest change being her age and that she was born and raised here) and since she’ll be set at the very beginning of her story (as seen on the show), there’s not much to the backstory but i’d absolutely LOVE to build it through plotting connections. i’ll list some down there but honestly hmu on dc anytime for any kind of plot, i’d appreciate anything.

so davina was born to a single mother, or rather, the father was out of the picture even before she was born. thus, her mother became quite strict and controlling over her. because of this, it is safe to say that her teenage years were spent under her monitoration, her high school experience was awful.

it was only when she began to attend college that she was able to move out, much to her mother’s dislike, and start her own life. that happened less than a year ago and while she still struggles with being on her own and independent, she feels much better. she knows that sooner or later her mother’s bound to show up in her life again but for the time being she’s trying to figure out who she is.

so basically at this point in her life davina’s just trying to build a life for herself while training her powers. though, as she’d been under her mother’s control pretty much her whole life, she knows that there’s just so much untapped potential and oftentimes struggles with that, the extent of her powers.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 / 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

best friend: a ride or die, someone she trusts with his life. could either be that they have known each other for pretty much all their lives (she was born and raised here) or they have met later on but built such a connection that davina wouldn’t think twice before putting herself on the line for the other. (0/1)

good friends: maybe they’re all different kinds of people, maybe they stick together as a gang but one thing’s for sure, davina loves them all and considers them her people. (0/3)

enemies: this one’s a little stubborn, often acts before she thinks and can be a bit impulsive so she’s bound to have made some enemies here and there. maybe it’s not that serious but there could be some mutual dislike or only on one side. (0/2)

love interest: anything goes for this one tbh, i’m not set on anything particular but this person would be her first experience at pretty much anything as she’s newly opening up to the world. so honestly, a whole world of opportunities for this one.

mentor: well it doesn’t have to be anything serious, maybe someone she just trusts with about her powers and looks up to. (0/1)

older sibling kind of thing: pretty much what it says, just a cute sibling-like relationship.

basic information.

NAME: RUBY MATHILDE FIORE.

ALIASES: KRISTY, JANE DOE.

AGE: 28/700+.

BIRTHDAY: NOVEMBER 18TH.

PLACE OF BIRTH: FLORENCE, ITALY.

HEIGHT: 5’4.

OCULAR HUE: BROWN, BLACK ( DEMON FORM ).

HAIR HUE: DARK BROWN, BLACK.

persona.

PERSONALITY TYPE: ISTP.

ZODIAC: SCORPIO.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: MANIPULATIVE, DECEITFUL.

POSITIVE TRAITS: RESILIENT, FAITHFUL.

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: 6w5.

SEXUALITY: BISEXUAL.

PRONOUNS: SHE/THEY.

more information / headcanons.

ruby was born in florence, italy to a french & italian couple. she has two siblings, marina & alessandra.

she sold her soul to astaroth in order to become a witch & use black magic to save a family member from the black death.

ruby owns a 1970 mach-1 mustang in orange with black stripes, the license plate number is hvu 2w8.

they enjoy alternative, indie & rock music. ruby listens to white lies, the black keys, the neighbourhood, muse & razorlight among other artists. she also enjoys taylor swift & britney spears.

very quick annoying facts before we dive in:

i’m not gonna lie to you ... he probably supports witches before he supports vampires bc he thinks they’re very broody & annoying oops ~~

thinks he’s really... all that. gross

totally doesn’t have a cage in his basement, nope  :-)

if you didn’t think vampires were bad before... get ready, he about to drag their reputation thru the mud

classical music whore

will be very offended if you call him old, what do u mean ?????? he’s a pretty boy, how dare u

likes gardening how nice

probably buries women in his garden too ngl

very upset sb is serial stealing his thunder rn

somebody stop him

here we go folks,

jack currently works as an occasional contract killer and physiotherapist ,  under the fake alias of jack rippner , which he uses because... frankly, it amuses him

turned nearly three hundred years ago ,  but his life has been far from that of an ordinary man .    dominik markos ,   a name long forgotten in history by now ,  was born in Hungary ,   late 1700

jack was born in poverty and was forced into labor from a young age .  prideful and greedy ,   he was never content with his situation .

he knew from the start he had two, and only two things going for him: his looks, how deceitfully harmless he’d seem to prying eyes, and his mind.  although denied proper education ,  dominik taught himself to read and write in the shreds of time he had for himself ,    then used his expanding knowledge and manipulation to convince others into doing his work for him, to therefore, have more time to sate this growing curiosity.

for all his intelligence, he’d been plagued with an appetite for destruction that could not be quenched.   to think now ,  it barely seems real how happy his parents were the day he came into their lives ,     they’d been praying for a boy for so long .    but dominik was no gift from the heavens.   

it was the little things at first :   the silent treatment ,  the calculated tantrums ,  how he always seemed to have others catering to his whims .    then it escalated ,   little by little, into ripping the wings off flies to watch them crawl across the ground ,  and that dog who went missing the night after it bit him.   then there was the incident, which cemented the true nature of the creature under their ceiling. lia had always been a rumbustious spitfire :   blonde hair singing in the wind ,  mouth bubbling with laughter ,   until the day she ran into the house weeping with a broken arm ,  limb dangling limply like a twig .   dominik stood still behind her ,   looking nonchalant as ever .    lia never said anything, but they knew.  they knew from the way she refused to stare at her brother, and the way he’d casually brush off the subject whenever it was brought up.

lia married off at the age of 16 and never returned home to visit .   mirella,   the youngest,   became gravely ill and passed at the age 19.

then there were the missing girls  ,    nobody really looked for them ,   not for long anyways .  they all reminded him of lia : pretty ,   blonde ,   lower class .    

the blots of blood on his clothes were always brushed off as accidents at work .

his parents no longer saw him as a blessing .   they knew their prayers hadn’t been heard by god ,   but something else .

at the same age of his sister’s passing ,  19,  dominik married off a young girl from a wealthy family and said goodbye to his family house . they had a child together ,   which they named olivia .   she too was struck by tragedy, and died at the age of 5 from smallpox .

when he was 26 ,   dominik was approached by a man and offered an interesting proposition :  to hunt the things that bump in the night, help protect the world from evil, blah blah blah  ---  if he were being honest ,    he stopped paying attention once the offer became somewhat appealing .  and all for the small price of leaving his old life behind him .     dominik was intrigued -   a life of hunting and killing seemed far more fitting for somebody like him,   didn’t it ?   so he accepted .

dominik went on to to become an even more relentless killer than he was before - this time with permission and approval from his peers .   but he never abandoned his side hobby.  it was like a compulsion, one he was unwilling to let go of.  the other hunters didn’t know, or didn’t care- he was beyond useful and that was all they chose to focus on.

his last job was perhaps, his most memorable .  if he were to recount the story, he’d say the details are fuzzy -- but there was a lavish party happening someplace that he wasn’t invited to ,   nonetheless ,  he easily made his way there -  he’d always excelled at that : blending into walls, being a part of the crowd .    

except this time, it was different .    the air was stale, the walls were impossibly tall, and something about that night promised danger. when he climbed those steps, weapon in hand, ready to slay whatever monster hid in those chambers ,    he was finally faced with a strange reality:   he couldn’t kill his target ,   couldn’t even bring himself to try .    

call it love, if he will --- he thinks it was adoration at first sight .     she was the most terrible thing he’d ever seen ,    completely rotten to the core .      he dropped his weapon on the spot and for the first time in a long time,   something inside him urged to be soft again.

he was bewitched .  he’d never shared his colleague's hatred for the supernatural, after all - it’d always been pretense, like most things in his life - it was mask .  except for this, except for now.  

he pledged loyalty to her instead - such a frightful creature, and offered his crew in exchange for his life. when he went back home that night ,   he killed every and each single one of them in their sleep with the very same weapon they’d given him as a gift ,   and he sat there ,    completely unfazed by his handiwork .

when they met again ,   the next night ,   he was faced with another interesting proposition:   a lifetime of servitude in exchange of immortality.  he accepted - of course he accepted,  and she fed him blood from a vial before slashing his throat then and there .   dominik died at her feet that day , and came back as something so much worse than anyone could imagine . 

dominik dedicated himself to be the witch’s personal bodyguard for the remainder of their existence ,  and right arm ,   as promised  .     decades went by ,  and he’d grown almost accustomed to their routine when she entrusted him with a quest to procure an item for her .   they then parted ways ,   as he then went on to roam the world in pursuit of it .