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so i’ve been wanting to write this up for awhile. just what sort of vampire is theodore? does he follow the traditional vampire lore that we see across fandoms? does he turn into dust if you stake him in the heart, can a stake even kill him? does he glow in the sunlight, can he eat people food, etc etc. here i am - answering all these questions and more. short answer - no. he doesn’t follow any of these traditional ideals that authors have created for their works of fiction -- at least none that i have come across. i’ve delved into something entirely different. 

1) can theodore walk in the sunlight? not direct sunlight but yes. not for long periods of time and he prefers to go without doing so if he can help it. the rays of light are enough to make his skin tingle and crawl, too much sun exposure can lead to burning and eventually spontaneous combustion and eventual death. imagine it was one very very bad sunburn. he prefers to be out at night, his biological clock has adapted to a routine of sleeping during the day and rising at night. 

2) can theodore eat human food? no! 99.8% of his body is dead. his organs are essentially dead - they do nothing for him. he cannot eat human food, it will not digest - it doesn’t taste good to him and he’s bound to just get sick from eating it. his body gets no nutrient for it. nothing to help it remain and function.

3) does theodore have a heartbeat? yes! he actually does. it’s incredibly faint and very very slow. anyone trying to listen to it will need to be incredibly patient as they sit there with a stethoscope in complete silence to be able to hear it. it nearly struggles to beat but it’s purpose is to help get that blood he ingests through his body. 

4) does theodore glow in the sun? what’s his appearance like? no! he can’t glow in the sunlight. as mentioned above, he kinda could burst into flames. physically he is pale, finger nails are slightly longer with rounded points and resemble something to frosted glass. they are hard and durable and able to puncture skin very easily. his top canine’s are sharper and longer than that of the average humans, bottom canines are rather short but still just as sharp. his eyes remain true to the colour they were as a human - deep blue. his hair is long, hanging past his shoulders down to his breastbone. it’s straight and blond. he can cut it but it will wind up back at it’s normal length about a day or two later. his body is never changing, never aging. it is to remain in it’s present state that it had died within. 

bold the aesthetic of your muse. italicize for emphasis on the most important ones.

the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine.   /   “just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl.”   /   pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away.  /   “you’ll get it done before the day is up.”  /   guilt that isn’t yours to have.  /   it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town.   /   chains.   /   “ how could you do this to me? ”   /   the sharp sting of guilt.   /   you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite.   /   the family you never had.   /   falling backwards through time.  /   quicksand.   /   drowning, but you don’t save yourself.   /   “ you’re getting better. ”   /  “ they smile like a snake.”   /   you’re the stars and the sky.  /   there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to.   /   they are your wings, there’s no doubt there.   /   “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly.”   /  you edge a bit too close to the sun.  /  another ghost to take your place after every stumble.  /   deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun.   /   rock candy melting in water.   /   waves rise and leave the foam behind.   /   the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually.   /   happiness is the best front a man can take.   /   “ i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before.”   /   you disagree; they’re more beautiful.   /  discomfort at the tiniest of touches.   /   the sky opens up when you see them.  /   rain comes down.   /   poppy fields.   /  your sanity hanging by a thread.   /   “ oh god, what have you done? ”  /   roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all.   /  they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind.   /   you try to help, but it only got worse.  /   now they’re dead, it’s all your fault.  /   adam & eve in the garden.   /   a temptress in crisp button-downs.   /   “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ”   /   they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. /   the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre.   /   sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side.

yves saint laurent black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape.   /   crisp green apples piled up on the table.   /   your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper.   /  what a pretty one, they say.   /   you laugh without humour.   /  a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest.   /   there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you.   /   the seat of power fits like a glove.   /   heavy is the head that wears the crown.   /   you share a space, but not a mind.   /   they think you are weak; you are, maybe.   /   “what are you going to do with all of these pills?”   /   an empty bird’s nest.   /   broken pencil tips.   /   there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill.   /   “we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that.”  /   “they weren’t there when it happened.” /  corruption.   /   there’s a red string tying you together.  /   the scent of whiskey on the horizon.   /   “you’re the best friend i’ve ever had.”   /   pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy.   /   99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky.   /   you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort.   /   always walking on sunshine.   /   there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered.   /   loon is the word of the day.   /   hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile.   /  you drift, but you know where you’re going.   /   no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless.   /   the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine.  /   court hearings.   /   “i miss you.”  /   siblings are a funny thing.  /   they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece.   /   ivy infiltrating an empty, corroded church.  /   proud marble busts faceless & crumbling: a proud mirror to your waning sanity.   /   you will do anything to keep them. tear apart the world, mass murder: all that matters is that you’re together.   /   a cemetery by the moon, unblessed.  /   even when you walked one would think you waltzed.   /   madmen know nothing, but you should have seen me.   /   my blood ran cold, ice cold.   /   power corrupts.

“my heart is a wolf ruled by two moons; one which beckons me back into the night, the other is calling me home.” - maza-dohta

01 / BASICS

Full Name: Ronan Callum Reeves

Nicknames: Ro

Age: 26

Birthday: July 3rd

Gender/Pronouns: Cisgender Male (He/Him)

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Astrological Sign: Cancer

Spoken Languages: English

Relationship Status: Single

1ST RULE: Tag 9 muses you would like to know better.

@dumbstcr @rustlcss @rentalfuck @musiicteach and everyone else 2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse. (verse dependent ones are italicized)

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7"

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the united states

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

jacob, kyle and isaac are three boys that will significantly haunt theodore until the day he perishes. they are names and faces that he can’t forget. often times he sees them when he sleeps, he’s painted their portraits before.

very shortly after theo had been turned by valentin and made his transition out of normal rotation at the brothel and into val’s inner circle. very quickly he became like a protege, someone that val could mold and push to do his bidding. an innocent life that he could continue to destroy. theo wasn’t having any part of that if he could help it. that didn’t mean that val wouldn’t certainly try and threaten him. these threats would often come in the form of more abuse, torture and even threats of death if he didn’t do what was asked of him.

shortly after theo had been taken out of the rotation, the arrival of a new group of children graced the brothel. three of them, young brothers that sought nothing but freedom - just as he had once sought. jacob, kyle and isaac did whatever they could to attempt to leave, tricking guards to move through the corridors to an exit. it would have certainly worked if most of the security at the brothel were not vampires. very quickly the boys were brought right too valentin’s dark room. it wasn’t dark in colour, brightly lit with floors stained red with blood stains. it would be heavily evident to the boys just what they were in for. this is where theodore came into play, pushed forward by valentin. he remained rather withdrawn and terrified, hesitant. he didn’t want too but with a hand pushing him forward and urging him on, whispering threats. he knew what he had to do.

bad children had to be punished. rules were meant to be followed and at this moment it was either the three of them or himself. it pained him to kill them, to listen as each boy screamed watching the other die. theo saw too much of himself in the boys, knowing just how he had been in their situation previously how he had wanted to escape - a chance at a better life. part of him wondered if he was doing them a service, giving them the peace that he had wanted for himself. the comfort of death to stop the struggle and abusive cycle. a smaller part of himself felt dead, defeated. he could never take these deaths back. they would weigh heavy on him for the rest of his immortal life.