not // human

Hiya and welcome to VISITORTM! A rp blog for my fandomless oc, REESE AYREN, that I am writing an entire series about!

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reese’s story involves the MULTIVERSE and traveling through it. meaning she can pretty much go into any fandom ever and not have the lores clash!

the "comic relief"

yes, alright, you tell your jokes and do your bits. you break awkward silences and sing silly songs. but what about when you're not keeping the levity? what else makes up the person who makes others feel good? you're kind. you connect with people. you hate to see others sad. you have a vice or two--who doesn't--but the point is, you are the epitome of what it is to be human, and you are able to encompass the absolutely zany improbability of life as we know it. people are comforted by you. they cherish your spirit and relate to you. but it can be difficult when you're not laughing. comedy becomes a wall to keep worse feelings out, or in. a person who feels any emotion to the extreme will undoubtedly feel others the same way. laughing is great, but... perhaps a big reason you appreciate your family is because there's something you can't stand in a silence.

unwillingly evil

you were forced. your resolve was broken slowly but surely, and now you're unsure of whether you'll ever get it back. for some reason, you believe that your current position is your fault. it isn't. it's the fault of those who did it to you. and yet you soldier on, facing forwards even as you slowly lose your will to continue. when you die, you're calm. unafraid for the first time in a while. this is the one thing they can't take from you.

              “Too high risk of exposure, I suppose.” Not that his line of work doesn’t come with its own risks but that’s neither here nor there. All her dreams are CRUSHED – does she understand her old life is over? “I’m not judging you,” he reassures once he notes the hesitance in her answer. “It’s – perhaps normal isn’t quite the world for it but it’s in our nature. Being a werewolf is about more than just turning into a fluffy dog once a week.” To this part, Karl can’t relate. Even before his first transformation, he’s never been human. He’s never had A NORMAL LIFE, on the move for as long as he can remember. He was born a werewolf, born with the instincts and the knowledge. Being thrust into this world without a warning must make it more difficult.

              He laughs. “As long as you don’t get on her bad side.” Where he permanently resides. “Bear’s Valley, most likely; that’s where her pack lives. I could get you in contact with her, if you want.” But then Reese asks the million-dollar question and Karl pauses for a moment. “You don’t sound ungrateful. SMART, more like it.” Truth is, if she was a man, he would be chasing her out of ( temporarily ) his city already, if not slashing her throat. The whole truth is probably too much but she’s too bright to feed her a complete lie. “What you are is unique. And, in general, knowing unique people can be – beneficial.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “Connections are worth so much more when they’re still breathing.”

         “Lots of cameras.” Her gut sinks, as she sighs. Cameras, people, not many places to hide - not a lot of privacy. Especially with paparazzi. If anything happened - well, it would forever be documented. She blinked, and tried not to let it get to her. It’s just her lifes dreams, is all. “Maybe I can do voice acting instead.” Yeah, that was going to be possible. Sure. Her grip tightened around her cup. “You might not be.” BUT SHE IS. How can she not judge herself? It doesn’t matter if it was supposed to be in her nature now. It was still - inhuman. But that’s what she was now, wasn’t it? Inhuman, a monster.

              “Ah, a tale as old as time; a bright young woman enters the States chasing her dreams – and gets turned into a werewolf only to then trick her kidnapper. COLOR ME IMPRESSED. I’d say, with that in your CV, you’d have quite the career in front of you.” She’s a fighter; she has to be, if she survived so far. Perhaps she will actually make it through. He takes a sip of his coffee and barely stops himself from grimacing ( hideous, really. he wishes he was in vienna right now ). “They can have careers, you know. Pack wolves – though perhaps not ones quite as in the spotlight as an actor. Keeping our existence is something we all take seriously.” He tilts his head. “Pardon me for assuming but don’t you have more problems stopping yourself from killing than doing the deed?”

              His smile widens a fraction when she asks the exact question he was hoping for. “Elena is – “ He pauses. Despite what Elena herself might think, Karl genuinely likes her. Respects her. “Fierce. Strong. Way less set in the old ways than most.” He once hoped she would be his chance of changing Jeremy’s mind. A DIFFERENT PLAN has formed. “She also has quite the bleeding heart when it comes to those with your affliction – and, more than anyone, she’d understand what you’re going through. I believe she could help you climb the social ladder, so to speak.”

Reese can’t help the almost amused snort of laughter, except she finds absolutely nothing about this funny at all. It’s either laugh, or cry, and she’s heavily leaning on her humour as a coping mechanism. “Yeah, happens ALL THE TIME.” she says with a shake of her head. “I can imagine there probably aren’t many werewolves on the Hollywood walk of fame.” she says with a wistful sigh. That wouldn’t stop her from trying though - eventually. At his words, she looked away and wrapped her hands around her cup. She brought it up to her lips and took a sip, wanting any kind of distraction from answering. The hot chocolate... was not the worst she’d had; but a far cry from the best. “Maybe.” she muttered, from behind her cup.

              This time, Karl lets the frown form, anger raising in his throat. She doesn’t deserve this. None of these women did and that bastard has to know HOW LOW the chances of surviving the bite are for everyone. How many is he willing to kill? Where’s the pack when they are actually needed? “It’s fortunate that you got away, then. Who knows what his end game is.” But the sorry excuse of a Mutt won’t let her go this easily. Not now, not when he SUCCEEDED; something tells Karl he will come, and Reese isn’t quite ready to take him in a fight. But Karl would be. “It’s our top priority, keeping our existence a secret from the humans. It’s best not to let them find out but – yes, we are expected to kill those who do. The only exception from the no killing innocents rule.” He draws in a sigh. Babysitting new werewolves is not his thing but for the plan to work, he hardly has a choice.

              “Alright, let’s start from the beginning. You and I, we’re what are called Mutts. Werewolves without a pack. The bottom of the food chain. The most important rule for us is that we can’t ever settle down – that would be claiming territory and they want it all for themselves.” There’s just the slightest tone of bitterness there but he doesn’t dwell on it for too long. “We’re on the territory of the Northern American pack. If you ask me, your advantage comes in the form of who is in the pack. Your fellow female werewolf, ELENA MICHAELS.”

         “Yeah, I tricked the dude.” Reese let out a low breath. She didn’t exactly want to talk about it, but it sounds like it was a BIG DEAL - not something werewolves typically did. She was relieved at that. “I am - was? - an actress. Came to the United States for my big break.” she gave a dry laugh. “As cliché and corny as that sounds. But hey, must be a compliment to my skills if I could fool a werewolf.” Look at the bright side after all. “Oh. I understand secrets but - killing?” she makes a face she can’t quite hide. A grimace at the notion. ( as if she hasn’t tasted blood on her teeth, waking up terrified - what has she done? )