† Apollo † Oddball † Q-Tip †
† Male † Pure-blood Vampire & Day-walker † Elder †
Age : Unknown
Appears: mid to late-20s
Birthday: August 18th
Zodiac: Leo
Birthplace: Scandinavia Region
Occupation: Business Owner, Kingpin
EVERY STORY HAS A BEGINNING...
We all have our beginnings. His happens to start in a home located in the middle of nowhere. That's the way he has always thought of it. Somewhere in the mountains, beneath the dark and looming cliffs, and subject to the forever howling winds. A place where there is little sun and even the wildlife doesn't choose to stray towards. His beginning started there with a complicated family. It wasn't until he left home that he felt like the true beginning of his life was upon him.
As an Elder his history is too long to recount for every living soul. He's made too many enemies, human and supernatural alike, along the way. But there are a few things he can confirm. He wasn't there for every big historical event. For those that he was apart of, he found a way to know some of the key players. He took a fasination with almost every war. When he didn't dabble in warfare and grew bored of humanities repetitive need for it, Apollonius chose to follow his pursuits in business...or partying....whichever he felt like doing even though they tended to go hand-in-hand.
Don't mistake him. A vampire's memory, while good, isn't perfect. No one can expect that he'll remember every little thing. Some of the history books have it wrong anyways. History is always told from the perspective of the Victor so it doesn't surprise him. Always remaining hush hush on the matters, and to not embarass himself on what he doesn't remember, Apollo keeps his lips sealed about anything related to the past. Though when inquired about, he'll gladly share what he does remember.
EVERY STORY HAS A MIDDLE...
A little over two decades ago, Apollonius decided it was time to wage his own war. The war to end all wars. Or so he believes. Tired of watching fueds between species that no longer hold the ground they used to, Apollonius seeks to bring harmony among the supernatural world. There are whispers that he is leading a rebellion and the only reason he is able to get as far as he has is because he's an Elder. Sometimes, it's an advantage to be old.
Recuirting efforts began with his motley crew but have since expanded to included supernaturals in every city. There is no limit to what they can achieve when brought together. While it is a little contradictory in nature, warriors in his band of misfits are taken on a volunteer basis. No one is forced to wage the war with him. Some only seek refuge, neutral grounds where they can come together to get along. Others want to fight to end the bloodshed and centuries worth of deceit and misguided values. Everyone has their own reasons for joining. Those that do are protected by everyone. They rally to protect their own. While they are on their way to creating the peace he seeks, everyone knows that Monsters are still monsters and their leader doesn't stray from using a heavy hand or the darkness he was given.
He's no fortune teller. Can't see the future or predict what is going to happen next. All he knows is that he dreams of a day when the conflict is over. When supernaturals come together and live in a strange sense of harmony. A time where useless bloodfueds are resolved and children aren't expected to hold the grudges their parents instilled in them. As far as he can see, the end is nowhere near. The middle of his story is still being written. Hell, he would argue he is still tangled in the beginning of something new. Only time will tell. He just hopes he finds the Kingpin on the otherside of the war before it's too late...
MODEL LOOKS: IF YOU'RE SEXY AND YOU KNOW IT CLAP YOUR HANDS
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 188lbs
Build: tall and lean
Tatttoos: None. Maybe he'll consider one.
Scars: Plenty. Not all vampires heal the way you think.
An anomonly from his siblings in everyway, Apollonius's appearance is as stark of a difference. Glacier blue eyes peer through long lashes most women are jealous of. Longer platinum blonde hair is almost always combed into place, but still allows for a few runaway strands. Skin slightly kissed by the sun but still on the paler side. What can a vampire do? Always clean shaven. Clothes undeniably pristine and pressed. Common outfits include dark jeans and a dress shirt of some kind. He doesn't mind t-shirts, but when running a business he always needs to look the part. Casual for him still looks put together and he takes pride in his appearance. Bussiness man or Fraternity boy? He's been described as both.
SHINNING PERSONALITY: LAWFUL NEUTRAL/CHAOTIC TENDENACIES
Lawful Neutral: At first glance he comes off as the silent brooding type. He watches and waits, seeing everyone and everything around him. When he is done being the observer, however, Apollo transforms into a social butterfly: undoubtedly dramatic, self-confident, and playful. He gladly engages in conversations, preferring ones that are centered on deeper topics compared to trivial matters. There is a nautral prowling elegance to his movements, a confidence **coughcough* and flamboyancy *coughcough* that demands attention, and a silent dominance in his curiosity. He's brave, hard to challenge, and damn near impossible to hurt or kill. Arrogance is often mistaken for his confidence, but everything about him is genuine, including that bourbon soaked charm. With a burning determination buried down into the bone he carries his head high with his shoulders back and a consistent cheshire smirk on his lips.
Chaotic Neutral: Having lived a long life, it's no surprise to Apollo that he's gone from one end of the spectrum to the other. Survival makes everyone do things they'd rather not. Only in the last decade or two has he transitioned to a more welcoming sort of character. His fued with his eldest brother drives him to do things he'd rather not speak of. The traits however are there. Obsessions can get out of hand. Being heavy handed has it's perks. Selfish gains are driven by selfish motives and fulfilled by selfish actions. Deceit can be second nature. Different times call for different measures and he isn't afraid to go there if he has to.
"Careful where you step, Sweetheart. Not all that lurks in the night hides in shadows. Some Monsters are made of Sunshine & Gold, smiling at you from across the street in broad Daylight."
Blood relatives
Family is a forgein concept to him. The word is thrown around enough times that he understands that 'family' is supposed to the people you are directly related to. Nature predetermines that the womb you came from and the seed that bore you are your parents. Any other poor soul lucky enough to share the same womb is a sibling. By maternal and paternal instincts as well as nature's defined laws, this family is "supposed" to care about you.
It's all a crock of shit.
Maybe in some families this is true. He witnesses it often enough among humans that he hopes, for their sake, it is. Yet there's always a dark twist and only time is willing to share what it is. In Apollo's case, he's one of three children. The middle child of a broken family and he's long since been estranged. Viewed once as the Golden Boy, no pun intended, he was on the receving end of an abusive relationship with his older brother, worshipped by his mother, and showered with 'tough love' and strange dissecting behavior by his father. He wasn't able to make sense of the dynamics until he was in the first century of young, twisted life. Quickly Apollonius silqouied himself, learning when to walk on egg shells and when to go bat shit crazy. It wasn't until she came along that his perception changed.
After her soundless birth and the three day ritual that took place, Apollonius snuck into her room in the middle of the day. The slumbering house didn't know any better. He propped himself up on the bed beside her, those wide doe eyes looking at him and her little hands reaching out to his face. She cooed at him and that's when he forever became wrapped around her little finger.
Sianoa Grimm (Mother) and Ragnvald Grimm (Father) unknown status (NPC)
Apollonius, while in the beginning was on good terms with his parents, now harbors a deep sedated hatred for his father. Somewhere in his heart, he's been able to grant his mother forgiveness. They used, abused, and took advantage of him for his talents.The hatred stems from turning the siblings against each other.
Demitrius "Demitri" Grimm (Older Brother) - unknown status (NPC)
Convinced by his parents that his brother attacked him out of an innate hatred and disgust for what/who Apollo was; Apollo has spent his entire life in retaliation for it. Apollonius swore he would be faster, stronger, and better than Demitri so that one day he would finally be the monster Grimm wanted him to be. Unbeknownst to anyone, his relationship with his eldest brother shaped the values he lives by now.
Freya Grimm (Younger Sister) - Handling Seattle Headquaters (NPC)
This little hellion is a storm of chaos at the heels of their enemies. As frigid as her powers are and she attempts to be, Apollo is one of the few who sees her 'soft' side. She is someone he always wishes to protect. This is the only one who he never felt abandoned him in his family. They are a strange pair. Best friends. Wing-man/Wing-woman and all. Onlookers may mistake them for lovers, especially with how much they tease each other, but their opinions are far from the truth.
Shameless Flirt
Interests (x1) Past or Present?
Non-committal but not impossible for more.
TEN YEARS AGO...
A long hallway painted in black stretched on for what felt like miles. You've already crossed through that rackety door from the alleyway. A strange place for the entrance to any place of business. The hallway smelt of fresh paint and primer. Makes sense since the walls caught the light as you walk by. The paint was still drying. The nearer you came to the room at the end the better you heard them: Young monsters talking of things that should never be.
"Have ya ever been in love, Apollonius?" A female's southern accent filled the air. Quieter than it normally did but that's due to the expansiveness of the room they were in. Massive and more like a warehouse main floor than the back-end of a building's first floor.
"Love?" A confused but pleased voice responded. For a moment, silence settled between them. Why ask a question like that?
"Yes, love. Idiot. You know when-"
"I know what love is , Rosewillow."A breathless sigh slipped past his lips. "No, I've never been in love. "
"Have you ever wanted to be in love?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because love gets in the way."
"In the way of?" A playful growl rumbled in his chest. Apollonius rolled from his back onto his side. One arm propped up his head while the other reached out to touch her cotton candy colored hair. That crazy long mane of hers laid sprawled out beneath her head. Stark contrast to the grey floors and her fair flesh. It's a rare moment for these two. They are the only ones to see this side of each other. Carefree, innocent, and blissful. The time when hopes and dreams have yet to be retaliated by reality.
"Of doing what's necessary."
"Necessary is a blurred line, Apollonius. You know that."
"I do and my resolve remains the same."
"Will you ever fall in love?"
"God, I hope not." A fond smile pulled at his lips and softened those glacial eyes. There was a romantic hidden behind his layers.
"Why?" Rosewillow turned her head to meet his. Faces mere inches away. Green eyes, the kind cut from emeralds in a swirling green jungle, peered up at him.
"Because it means I would be a sap. And what good would I be then?"
1980s in a Witty Dublin: The City of Words...
Every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Somewhere in the middle of his, Apollo met her.
It's their beginning.
He's an elder. If you were to ask him to remember every detail in history he'd fail to and even more so fail to put a year to it. But her, he will always remember her. Long before he met Rosewillow and began his new war Apollonius stumbled across his Little Red. In a world of monotonous daily grind, grading papers, TAing at University, this nose in a book, shy creature captured his attention. The elsuive, deer in the headlights look that overcame her anytime he came near made him wonder: what lurks behind those distant eyes and sad smile? Who made her that way? What would happen if she smiled? Determined to find out (and reluctant to believe this shy fox wouldn't give him the time of day when every other woman would), Apollonuis made it his mission to become her friend starting with her attending the study group he leads on English Literature and Magic.
{RP in Progress. Stay tuned for more}
Few people enter into Apollo's life that he is willing to trust or hold dear. Beyond his sister and those loyal to him that make up his crew, there are only a select few he would even consider friends. There are even fewer that he would admit were or are lovers. A deep rooted fear keeps Apollonius from admitting to anyone that he cares for them. The only ones who will know are the ones on the receiving end of it. He puts on a good face for his enemies that he keeps everyone at arms length. But in all reality everyone, including those he recruits for his cause he cares for deeply. Like any battle though, there are casulties in war. Beneath that movie star appearance or attitude, is a loyal, protective, and honorable friend/lover.
TWINKLE TOES † FUN SIZE † SMURF
PESKY HUNTER † OBSESSION
After they interfered with each other's hunt, Apollo invited the Hunter along for an adventure. He has Rogues to kill and she is a Hunter. Their relationship is mutually beneficial. At first, he did it out of curiosity: he wanted to know more about how the Fun Sized Smurf ticked. They bantered in a way he didn't with others and it was bound to become an obsession. She keeps him on his toes and he knows he does the same for her. He invited her into a world she knows nothing about: His world. Will she come to regret it or love it?
Part 1
Q-tip: "What do you know, the Smurf has a sense of humor..."
Twinkle Toes: "Am no' a fuckin' Smurf, ya bollix dit."
Q-tip: "Fine. No Smurf. You don't seem as mischievous as them anyways and that wouldn't be any fun. Twinkle work better?"
Twinkle Toes: "Am warse than a Smurf could ever be."
Part 2
Q-Tip: “Sure you aren’t a Smurf? You sure are playful enough to be one. Fun sized, too.”
Twinkle Toes: "Ya want yer dick 'fun sized' too? Am sure I could take off a few inches perfectly fine."
LITTLE CRIMINAL † MINI ME † SMARTASS
CINNABUN † PRECIOUS HUMAN
This precious little vessel first crossed Apollo's path in a bar. With a sweet promise and cheers to the next "bite" Apollo promised to cross Omega's path again. Omega doubted the toast would ever come true. Never doubt the Elder. For in his promise, Nikolas walked straight into trouble. Dabbling in his own curiosity he neared death three times in one night. First at the hand of Ricky, and twice by the equally as sarcastic Helena. Hence Nikki boy's nickname, Smartass. In his own mischief, Apollonius rescued the mortal from his companions and whisked him away for a healing drink. Apart they are completely different. Together they are smooth little criminals. Breaking and Entering may just become a habit...
Part 1
Apollo: "Come on, we'll go around back."
Nik: "Serious, are you really...?"
Apollo: **pulls hard on the door handle of a bar to snap the lock after hours**
Nik: ...
Apollo: "Oops. I'll send them a check for it later."
Nik: "You've gotta be kidding me."
***silence as the two of them become criminals***
Every leader has his followers. The best teams can sometimes be the ones unintentionally formed. Surprise! Through the years, Apollo collected his fair share of enemies. Apparently, he collected his fair share of allies as well. The motley crew he has surrounded himself with are the ones he calls family. More than his own flesh and blood. While his recruits are critical to The Cause none of them share the same place on the chess board.
Each with their own selfish motivations, his band of misfits chose to follow him into uncharted territories. One of them called him a "mad man" for thinking he could change the order of things. Yet, here they all are. Apollo entrusts his life to each of them. They've shared bloodshed, tears, lows and highs, and celebrations together. They serve a unique purpose on the team. Each run a special aspect of the daily operations while simulataneously plotting the end of the on-going war. Blood makes you related. But Loyalty, makes you family. This is his true family.
Characters listed below are NPCs. They often show up in the story with an active role to play and help move things along. If Apollo isn't your cup of tea, these characters may also be played separately. Choose your adventure.
"Rip" "The Spy/Ghost" - Unknown
Not much is known about their resident spy aka Ghost. Apollo has known him for as long as he can remember and he still doesn't know the man's abilities, species, or even his real name. Ripley is loyal and acts without hesitation. Often a step ahead of the Elder. Apollo owes Ripley for saving his life. Multiple times. In the centuries that Ripley has come in and out of Apollo's life, he's said few word (most assume he's mute), changed appearances often, and altered his personalitiy more. Believed alignment is true neutral. True alignment, unknown.
"Rose" "The Informant/Voodoo Princess" - Voodoo Priestess
They met in New Orleans. She was your resident voodoo witch and running a shop known as The Black Cat. He stumbled across her path and because of his past dealings with witches decided that she was the one he wanted to befriend. Rose is his business partner. Provocative, expressive, and quick-witted. Her alignment is Chaotic Neutral with Chaotic Evil tendenancies. It's hard to turn a woman of her caliber from her wicked ways. She may be on the 'side' of good, but the lines are always blurred. Don't be confused, she's always out to get her way.
"Hel" "The Cleaner" - Wendigo
Their story and how they crossed paths isn't a story often whispered. All anyone knows is that somewhere along the way, Apollo did something for Helena. Ever since, she has been in his debt. While their story began centuries before Apollo ever met Rosewillow, Helena didn't join the motley crew until a few years after everything began. He summoned her and she came. Alignment is chaotic good. She's brash, easily tempered with Ricky, enjoys taunting others, and sarcastic. But she always acts within her limits. "Take a walk on the wild side, kid" is her motto.
"Ricky" "The Tracker/Enforcer"- Turned Vampire
Country boy turned into a military grunt. Cedric would never say this was the best time of his life. While deployed he attempted suicide. In the midst of a war torn land and on the brink of death that his sire came along. She likes to believe she "saved him." In truth, she only brought him from one hell to another. Newly turned and not at all in his right mind for how he could control himself, Apollo gave him a way. He doesn't believe in the cause but he's more loyal to Apollo. He's lawfully good, cocky firecracker, and always wearing his heart on his sleeve.
Codes from: Coders Unite
FC for Rosewillow: Kelly Eden
FC for Ricky: Benjamin Eidem
FC for Helena: Fishball Suicide
FC for Apollo: Lucky Blue Smith
Anything Swan related is part of an on-going joke.
Feel free to ask if you want to start being a part of it.
Picture credit goes to their respected artists/model(s).
Comments
One woman's look of disgust lead to another man's look of confusion. Why? He practically lived off the drink. Adapting to a lifestyle where a pesky demon had a say in when he slept was leveled off by plenty of it- or in the least a variant comprised of far too much sugar and creamer. Guilty. He was that human. The comment to come left Nikolas without a wise crack to accompany it, so for once he was silent to her words. The stare she was giving reinforced the silence all the same... he walked a line, yet still. He liked to think his balance was even.
The snicker wasn't taken as humor. In the least, he wasn't easing up any. His money was bet on the fact that the woman could turn a 180 at any given second he gave her reason to. Still a stare was given back and to his satisfaction an answer was given. "So you two aren't strangers... aren't friends either." he hypothesized. His hues wavered to land the male vampire on the ground once again. He was still out. Undisturbed, he might stay there for an hour. Maybe two. Maybe an entire sleep cycle. It came as a surprise to him all the same that vampires fell unconscious at all. The human had a lot to learn and the demon best have a lifetime of patience to it.
His attention snapped back to the woman again when she spoke directly to him. There was still an attentive fear to his expression knowing he wasn't out of the woods, all the same. Shit. She walked closer, his posture straightened ever so slightly. His head turned to follow her path but no movements were made otherwise. As much was true until he found himself boxed between the unconscious blood sucker and the hostile woman he couldn't place a species to. His feet shifted to keep her in his line of vision. Nikolas swallowed once. She would see his eyes casting a wayward glance past a sleeping Ricky to the alley's alternate opening.
A rather wide eyed stare came from the kid. Whether it was the shifting of her teeth, or the new task of fixing what he'd fucked up... it fell to a combination in the end. Nikolas stared at her a bit longer as if there was an expiration date to the command. See, demon? You should have just let me sleep. He cursed in his head. "...Alright." he answered. Why did she have to say it like that!?
The Host's hands raised to be visibly seen. Tentatively he walked forward approaching the body slumped on the ground. It he were human, such a fall forward would've left a mark for days. One more glance back to the Helena, and he lowered to a crouch beside the other male. His head was turned away from the pavement. A hand placed over his forehead with hesitation as if he'd jump to life that very instant. Nikolas' eyes shut and words were spoken under his breath. Hardly audible to any audience, up close it would have remnants of Latin. Other bits intangible as a whole and left to be jargon of whatever magic he knew.
Hardly a half a minute later the words stopped. His eyes opened abruptly. As all was done right, he had about five seconds before the vampire's eyes were bound to snap open and rouse him back to life. He used them wisely. The young man was up on his feet and backing away within a second of finishing the incantation as if some wild animal had just been let loose. Hands still up slightly, he glanced back to Helena. A subtle thought entered his head.
If nothing came of it... he was going to have a problem.
His breaths were drawn in slow and steady, as if he were treating breathing itself like nothing more than a past time. A past time he hoped to continue when the sun came up, mind you. For that all important reason he kept just as still as his chest was in that very moment. He played the part of prey like the script had been handed to him prior to heading outside that early morning. He didn't even know what had him by the shirt, for that matter. He eyed her as if the answer would pop up the longer his stare was settled there.
She looked human... kinda. Alright, even for humankind she would've stuck out in a crowd far more than he. The menacing stare. The hairstyle. Hey, he liked it. Vampire... no. They didn't have teeth quite like that. He didn't know what did, either. Ah what the hell..? A smile came to her lips, unlike he who couldn't even find the notion to do so. The mess of hair atop his head had shook its way to settle part way in his face, breathing still a tad quick but he was working on that.
She was smiling. Why the hell was she smiling? Worry was drawn onto his features to the fact. Expecting far worse than the words she shot back, Nikolas inhaled a breath like it was a toast to some achievement.The achievement here was keeping his head attached to his shoulders perhaps. The goosebumps were still risen high on his skin as the demon too worked to sniff out what the woman was. If it knew, it wasn't telling. His hands tightened to fists once and then relaxed as he caught the slight shake to them that accompanied the symptom.
"Once. I've met a witch... went out for coffee." The young man was just brazen enough to respond to her. He certainly didn't raise his tone any from the last. "And no. I'm not either." He stated before the woman surprisingly backed away and left him intact. Now untouched, not knowing what to do with this new information, he stood still where he was. "Alright... alright." Nikolas responded with the reassurance of a thief. Eventually, he'd peel himself off the brick surface and stand upright. His shoulders gave a slight turn to follow where she had gone.
"What makes anybody want to fuck with anything?" Nikolas stated a tad louder than before, with a small tilt of his head. His eyes cast from the sleeping vampire to the woman a few times. "To see what happens... Sounded like you two were gonna kill each other a minute ago, but you haven't done it now. So what gives?" Neither warranting the scoop on their own information, he'd poke at the issue of the sleeping vampire in the space instead.
The muse has struck for my profile. I will be focusing on that before responding to posts. Might respond to a few in-between for a few breaks here and there. But otherwise, replies may be slow.
Pirate.. was this going to be a thing now? A 'tsk' of annoyance escaped Jett's lips. Though it didn't stop our red-head from snaking a hand from his pocket and covering his eye-patch with that same hand. The eye patch was more for his own safety rather than others. Only his sister and past Master knew of what lay underneath.Usually he was the one acting like Apollo, yet it appeared the tables were turned this evening. The man had a keen sense of smell. Sadly, Jett didn't possess that. Little did he know, not only was Lynn keeping company, but Jett was Lynn's brother. Of course Jett acted more like a desperate mutt around her. That's beside the point.
"Didn't curiosity kill the cat?" Jett responded to his question with a question of his own. Only then did he lower his hand from his face, once again revealing the eye patch. A single green gaze blinked the curiosity from his own gaze away. Why had this flamboyant 'thing' taken such an interest in him all of a sudden? None-the-less, Jett replied.
"My suite."
Alright so maybe suite was a tad over done. How about, 'my grimy hotel room on the edge of this street that might have a few roaches and hair in the shower drain.' Yep it was a big change from the penthouse his sister let him stay at for free. Still, sometimes Jett just had to get away. She was a grouch. As many advances as Jett had forced onto her, not one stuck. All she needed was a good night with him to be cured, but nope, she had to play the stuck up card. "What's it to you?" He questioned, hand snaking itself back into his pocket before throwing a jab of his own out there, "I'm sure there's plenty more traffic for you to play in somewhere."
The brief silence from the tension within the alley would have been troubling. Yet wrapped up in his focusing on other intentions the sounds were secondary to the cryptic words that left the young man's lips in seemingly continuous strands. A gamble taken but a gamble that was safely paying off thus far judging by the heartbeat still ticking away in his chest. While such conflict brought out no distraction through sound, something was paying attention. A certain aching that clung to his self that he could not place. It brought forth an instinct that was strictly yelling turn back, and yet- what was started soon was already done.
Whatever it was... the second presence of the two. The demon wasn't having it. Now if only he would have listened to it. Just once perhaps. If only you let me sleep, would have been the rebuttal. It didn't matter now. Dark brown hues snapped open again the moment his words were finished. Returning to his setting the sounds that had gone on subconsciously had now vanished. The alley was silent beyond the sound of the thud of a body hitting pavement. ...shit. He only heard one.
The fated move to look around the corner ended with the young man nearly jumping out of his skin at what it produced. The woman's figure had appeared quicker than he could blink an eye let alone retaliate. Next was a fist full of his shirt grabbed. His eyes had widened fully and he felt the strength of the other yank him deeper into the alleyway. His feet had struggled to keep up with the huntress of a woman's force. Before he could calculate where his actions had gone wrong, he felt the brick surface roughly connect with his shoulder blades as he was shoved backwards into it, an immediate grunt of pain leaving his chest. "Nngh!"
Gathering his bearings as quick as he could muster, the male's dark hues immediately snapped up to face her. A sharp inhale came into his chest as his first attempt of fending her off lead to nothing. His lips parted and then closed to her statement without a response, his breaths coming quicker now and his heart seemingly pounding for no other good reason. The way he saw it... he could remain still. Try and breathe, even if it was just a little while longer. He could also try and make a move to bolt. He didn't know what she was. He knew she was faster. He could feel she was stronger. She certainly was angrier. Things weren't adding up.
The startled look dissipated ever so slightly as he had chosen to remain still. His eyes flickered from the woman to just above her head. "...Dead women don't speak." He spoke in an even tone, stated slowly through a tightened jaw. Defiance laced those words and yet, they were kept quiet as if speaking any louder would indefinitely leave him no better off than the vampire in the alley.
VICTORY IS MINE!!!!
Cosplayer Jett was not. And the striking red hair came from his father's side believe it or not. Lucifer with red hair? There was no telling what's in those genes. As Apollo trudged Jett was sure to keep to himself. Head down, a single green gaze inspecting every step on the asphalt until the rough black surface turned into sidewalk. The side walk in these parts didn't look much better than the asphalt sadly. Jett wasn't afraid of either of the men, but when quarrels broke out, why get involved if you don't have to? Besides, he had places to be, people to see... No, he really didn't. But it made for a good ploy to get out of most any situation.
The shifting of foot steps and the obvious road block stopped Jett in his tracks. A green gaze scanned up male in front of him, just as the other had sized him up as well. A pretty boy, like his previous Master. It was really Jett's only conclusion at this point. "A surprise.." He let his voice trail off, his tone lingering somewhere around the 'Is that all you have to say.' mark. Granted Jett was usually a lot more social than this. He was always the one with the smart remarks, the flirtatious attitude. In this case, on this night, he had a bit more on his mind. With the news that his past Master may very well be able to burrow himself back into this world, Jett was at a loss for words. He was loyal to Amir. But at the same time, he hated Amir to an extent. Now with the news that Amir was not fully destroyed, what was Jett to do?
A single green hue swept over the blonde once again. A pretty boy.. As the car speed off in the distance, Jett turned his head away long enough to watch the vehicle speed around the corner. A usual around these parts, yet for some reason it caught his attention this time. Now the two were alone, in the slums of New York. Half the buildings around these parts were so old they couldn't possibly still be in business. A slight chill swept through the summer's air as Jett realized those blue orbs were still inspecting him like so. With a sigh as if it was more of a task than it was worth, the red-head spoke. "What?"
The car screeching fell on deaf ears. It was a sound Jett heard plenty around these parts. The soda can our red-head kicked tumbled around the corner. Oddly the can took priority over the yelling in the street. Just another day in the slums. After the two exchanged a bit of conversation, Jett finally rose his gaze to the flamboyant trouble maker and the other, possibly drunk car driver? A single green hue blinked, the other hidden behind that matte-black eye patch of his.
Come on.. He was just trying to cross the street. He'd been staying here lately; at a little roughed up motel on the corner. Granted he had the penthouse suite in his sister's cafe on the 'good' side of town. Sadly there was only so much of that stuck up Demon he could take. Thus, he'd disappear at nights to come to this downgrade.
Again, now standing at the cross walk, Jett trudged. His feet carrying him towards the duo. He had to cross the street after all. His destination sat on the other side. A few more steps and the duo became a trio. "Fellas, fellas." Jett was not a problem solver. A slight roll of his neck in annoyance as he spoke again, "Can't we all just get along. It's late, go home, go to bed." Yep that was going to have to do it. Only then did Jett's solo green gaze sweep over Apollo. Radiant white locks and baby blue eyes. Boy was he a little... different. Then again the same could be said for Jett. It wasn't every day a spiky red head with an eye patch came roaming around. A 'tsk' of annoyance escaped his lips, before taking his next few steps around the duo in his first attempt to continue on his way.
Was it late at night, or was it early in the morning..?
It didn't matter regardless. The soles of worn out sneakers were making their way down the sidewalk at the odd hour, harassing the street lights to turn on one after the other despite such a short passing. Roommates were irritable... but a possessor could be insufferable. The debate of how much sleep a human should truly get was a constant one, when it came to the daemon's lack of understanding. None other than such a conflict had drug him out into the semi chilled air air at such an... early/late hour. He would let the night owls and early birds debate that one all to themselves.
What was it about 3AM, anyways? In all honesty, the human-bit of his soul didn't appreciate the importance of Witching Hour. When the night handed off to morning and approached that certain tick on the clock, from time to time he lost the great debate of sleep in his head featuring the Host vs. the... guest. Soon to be hindsight, that morning perhaps the daemon should have called it a night of rest. Regardless, the young man himself felt the goosebumps on his arms raising. An odd almost tingling feeling in his bones that he'd slowly learned how to explain over time. His feet paused on the pavement in the middle of the sidewalk. The sensation grew stronger the longer he waited, like a subtle voice stating 'Don't dare walk any further.'
Naturally, he did. Footsteps grew softer as he would tread forward. The spoken words within the neighboring alley catching his curiosity like a predator whom had noticed the grass shake. He perched himself right before the entrance of the alley and put an ear to the opening. The daemon he carried was trying to coerce to the point where his breathing was just a tad labored yet he wholeheartedly ignored it. Vampire. He mouthed the word silently after hearing it and looked down to his feet. No wonder the 'other' was in panic mode, yet- something else was there. He had the feeling.
He also heard struggle. The yelling back and forth? Someone wasn't getting along. His fingers tapped silently on the surface of the brick edge of the building as he contemplated... In the end, for someone overly concerned about a few more hours of sleep, he seemed alright with a gamble of his life from time to time. All it took was a brief glance from the alley's entryway. His eyes settled on the two before tucking back. The daemon to whom he hosted was furious. Regardless... the human - Nikolas closed his eyes and let unfamiliar words be spoken from a part of his memory he had, yet couldn't explain for himself.
Approximately three minutes passed where midst focus, he heard not a single word of bickering from the alleyway. His hues had darkened from their near-black color to the real deal within the time, remaining hidden from when they had closed. The mutterings of incantations had quieted to hardly leave his lips over time. Ultimately in due time they stopped. As they did, odds were so did the noise coming from the space. Such a spell was meant for nothing more than inducing sleep. The irony that is.
The male in the alleyway had been fortunate enough to be facing the unsuspected wallflower. Given the clear image of his face, he would drop from his feet as unconscious where he stood, bound to wake up within the hour... maybe. The girl? He didn't quite know. Her head had been turned. He didn't quite have a clear picture in mind. That would be a problem. To find out meant sticking his head out into the alleyway, and so... he listened again for a moment. Eventually he leaned forward to turn a wary glance past the wall.
You drive a hard bargain, Swan Monger. Although I am impatient, I will take two cups of in-ripened swans. I will take the first order today and then return for the second in the morning.
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