Apollo  Oddball  Q-Tip  

Male  Pure-blood Vampire & Day-walker  Elder 

Age : Unknown
Appears: mid-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 (x0)
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?"

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).

Updated- 2019/05/29

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  • "Bring her up or don't, I really don't care either way. And fine, Cornhair, I'll just have to come up with something different." Agnes spoke, a slight smirk creeping at the corner of her mouth. She was changing, the past didn't quite affect her as it usually had, but to a degree it still does in which she's trying to change. When offered more whiskey, she nodded to the gesture, and watched as he poured her a glass. Agnes listened as Apollo was describing this ally she found. "I don't know about loyalty, he has other priorities, and it's not like I need him beside me constantly. He is very conscious of reputation though, like he knows he must remain unknown. I feel as though my work just might break that, they won't know his name, but definitely his face." Apollo then described the sorceress which she was keen on having as an ally. "I don't think I can trust either of them fully, I don't know about you but words aren't enough for me. Making the sorceress an ally feels easier than the vampire, a few people who know him say he's dangerous and that he's learned how to manipulate people because he's centuries old. I empathize with being called dangerous, but who's to say he hasn't manipulated me already?" Apollo's advice seemed like the most that mattered in this situation, being an Elder and such.

    Agnes took a sip of her whiskey, the innocent smile he feigned didn't get much of a reaction from her. "I have conditions, my dear, I'm not the bounty hunter I once was." She said, taking another sip. "You have to be actively working with me, no substitutes, no goons. It has to be you, just as I'm making an active effort into this. If you want some of my own people involved, I'll oblige if they accept."  Agnes stated, leaning back and crossing her arms. "Now, what is it you're facing anyway?"

  • It was a strange thing, how the energy in a space could rise and drop, no differently than temperature. If it were on in the same, the car would have fallen several degrees after the question had been asked. Nik’s nerves did something similar when the single word fell from Apollo’s lips, ice cold. His lips pursed to a thin line as he studied the other’s expression— one part tension and another part being what was happening in the vampire’s normally serene hues. He’d seen it only a time or two thus far and it was no less intimidating than the last. Nikolas took another long breath, trying to keep the heartbeat which Apollo was tracking at bay. He still stared at the other in silence while that underlying human instinct of his was enticing him to get out of the car.

    He wouldn’t think of it, at least, not in the foreground of his head. The story, for better or for worst, wasn’t over, after all. He shifted in his seat a little, eyes falling between the driver and the cup holder. Once his words halted at the peculiar place, light blue hues perked up and studied the grimace on Apollo’s face. “Just like that..?” Nikolas murmured softly. When he spoke of the results his face fell entirely. A heaviness settled in his stomach. It was the expression of a timid human, one that had watched lesser demons swallow up and corrupt whatever paid them attention, but in the end, true violence and bloodshed was another thing. As he processed it, attempting to put the wicked imagery into his head but falling short in the process. Maybe it was that part of him didn’t want to.

    Silence festered in the car until Nik’s head shook. He spoke in a smaller voice. “I’m sorry. I mean... I couldn’t imagine it. I…” His words trailed off when they had to, a wave of nausea going through his system and forcing him quiet in order to handle it. The more his fingers quivered, he pulled them from the sides of his head and clamped them into fists. Was the car slowing? He couldn’t focus on that right now. Nik leaned up from his slump position with a look of strain on his face and leaned heavily against the passenger side door. White as a ghost, the lines on his face had deepened. He cast a look in Apollo’s direction at the second call for his name, a touch glossy eyed.

    The car had stopped. Oh Hell, did this really have to happen right now? After everything? “I’m fine…” He breathed, “I’ll be fine, I just need to- …” Nikolas’ expression tightened in frustration as he gritted his teeth to the matter and lowered his head again. To not fight felt like letting himself be dragged down by his feet and drowned. His breathing was laced with panic when it picked up as shallow, ragged breaths. It only grew worse as he felt himself slipping down into that same hole; whatever place he went while the entity crept its way through his skin, and for who-knows-how-long. His consciousness came and went in waves, as did his thoughts of the car, Apollo, or any mission of getting home he had started out with, up until the shaking subsided.

    Then came silence. Slowly but surely, he started to catch his breath. Nikolas’ hunched figure relaxed. Clutched hands loosened and his trembling ceased. His heart rate fell back to resting at an abnormally quick rate. Given another moment, he sat up in his seat and let a long breath pass through his lips… Nikolas Everett had never sat that straight before in his life. He studied the windshield in front of him briefly before his head turned toward Apollo. What were once blue irises had taken the form of solid pools of ink. They stared the vampire down like he was somehow a new presence in the space. His head tipped a few degrees to one side. “...That is quite touching, is it not?” The stoic expression wore was broken as a quaint smile spread upon the Vessel’s lips.

  • "Ohhhh believe me, I never get joy out of this! But it is kinda nice to get some sushi every once in a while, but that's probably not a great idea on my part since you'll probably call the cops soon since I just said that. Hope you don't have any hard feelings after this!" Add some minor insult to injury from his consistent rambling, in which a smirk had plastered itself across his lips.

    "Now if you don't mind, Imma run like a mo-fo before they show up. I would take your phone and smash it to pieces so you can't call 'em, but chances are you probably got a lot of important pictures on there like most, and that'd just be going too far. Bye bye~! And put some ice on those elbows!" In what to be a death wish on his end, he spoke again at a quick pace before holding out both fists to unfold his middle fingers. An uncontrollable chuckle followed suit from seeing the elder’s reaction to having said item confiscated against his will.

    Soon, the young man took off on both legs in a full sprint towards the direction he walked in from, causing his azure locks to be ruffled up from mild wind resistance. While making his escape attempt, his digits slipped in to partially open the wallet and see what other items may be inside. Those pale lips of his curved upwards into a grin at whatever may be inside before shoving it down into his right pocket and continuing to run.

    Did someone just seriously rob him in broad daylight? Whatever being was responsible, it certainly was not human, no mortal could’ve accomplished such a feat. Anything of great importance held inside his wallet had been taken by force and was already slipping away.

    Fortunately, there was a small shape just inches from the Elder’s face. Laying next to him in the sun’s gleaming rays was a scale, a metallic azure one in fact that held a strong reptilian scent, which was identical to his attacker. Turns out that the figure in question who robbed him made a critical mistake and failed to realize it. Based on the smell it gave off, the scale was more than likely a piece of him, rather than just a small portion of his attire that came loose.

    Perhaps that object would lead him to whoever was behind the mugging.

  • Fire and Ice. The two could be compared to that in the sun as they were. Fire from her as it blazed around her. This docile anger. Or perhaps he was the blue flame, the hottest point, her anger, the one of a wildfire hate she wished that she could spread, that she could bathe upon the world for the hell she endured, for the turmoil that she wished to shape the pungent, hateful world. A fire deep in her that she would never--could see, never would allow anyone to see, and as much as she wished to let it show she could not. 

    It could have shown at any point in time, it could have drenched the word in her own turmoil and hatred. The loss of her mother, the torment of her father. The anger of being too good, too sweet, too willing to help the world and not her self. Willing to take a fall for something that she knew was not true, if it meant protecting him and his own in the future. She didn't need to be a hero to do that, any good person should. Hopefully, they would.

    Her mouth bobbed as though she were meant to say something. Something different or more than what he finished her sentence to be. Something more than the less she was. Eventually, her mouth shut, then she swallowed, finding it hard to avoid his eyes which were not so far away from her. So close, she could see the flecks in his eyes. They were nearly gold in the light of the setting sun as they hit through them. When she had nothing better to say Holly could only nod to agree. "Aye, ye. That's a way to put it." Protecting others when she couldn't even protect herself. "Am no' worth losin' yer job over." It was a question whether Baby-Blue would stoop that low, or she would in some way protect herself against the backlash that could happen because of it. She could be a skit and say that, get him kicked, then he say the same, then what? The guilty faces that would have popped up on the teacher's faces over it would be more than what Holly would get.

    And now, he looked at her as though.. As though.. She could not put her mind. It was a look of confusion, possible gratitude. Something deeper in his eyes that she had ever seen in anyone who looked at her. Not her mother on her death bed, not her father who had the same hazel of her own over her mothers which was nothing but green. Would her children have her mothers? Her fathers? Would she see cancer, like how it took the light out of her mother's eyes or the hazel of her father's brutal ways? The hazel of her own brutal, washed out the anger that she refused to let boil to the surface?

    "P-Parden?" Her lips gapped in a shock and her eyebrows had shot to her hairline. "Am not.." That was far too high of an honor, something she could not accept even if he had said it. She wasn't anyone to anyone. Much less about to take a fall for being a hacket when she wasn't one. "A-Am not.."

    His eyes glazed though, as though he was not there. She thought that she might have a chance there. There was no gap to escape. Anyone could round the corner and see them. Baby-Blue could come back and out truth behind lies. To any outsider, this was far more than simple intimacy between the two. It had turned to friction, and breathing in the same air was making it difficult to be calm about it.

    And through it, whatever second world that he slipped into, whatever third eye had opened and he was gazing to, he came out of it. The dreamy gaze melted, then she heard words that she thought only movies said. She did know what she saw, but she could have sworn that there was pain there. Be it the low tone of his voice, or the crack in it. She could understand a familiar pain as her own, possibly something worse than anything that she ever had to face. It was not he who did not deserve her, but the world who so much as looked upon him and not see what a gift it was to have him step up to protect them. 

    What could she say back to that? Her eyes went down from his own, focusing on a point on his face, a place maybe she should not be looking. "Maybe not." She agreed for she was not worth that damn. "Because the world does. Mare people willin' to protect rather than to be selfish." She hoped that did not make her sound big headed. For she did not mean just herself, but for more people in the world like her.

                        "It should have been you, not your mother."

              And he was right.

    The red though seemed to diminish, she returned to her natural pinky-pale of a redhead then her mouth twisted with some glittered amusement twinkling in the amber depths, her eyes lighting just a hit. "I did call ye mister--I mean, ye look handsome enough like one te be a God." Oh no. What was that? Oh no no. Too spicy, abort mission. The red in her face returned, lips pressed in a tight line, biting hard on them. How in the... Did he notice? Please don't notice. She cleared her throat, then nodded stiffly. "Aye fine fine, Apollo then." Fix her own mess up by compromising. It would take a habit not to call him his teacher name, she might try. Might.

    Holly didn' tknow if she was happy or not when he stepped away. She breathed just a little easier, her headless clouded. She had not been suffocating, yet she was dizzy none the less. He said that, however, and she blinked, looked up, he was already walking away. Fixing her bag carefully over her shoulder she started after him with quick steps. "An' what fun was it? I got studyin' to do, no' much fun there." Study, then home. So much selfish time already wasted not doing it after it all. Yet he had touched her, and she could still feel that. Shouldn't, although she did.

  • What was he doing? Why was he still doing it? Holly was crossed between being frightful of this. Fearful that anyone could pop out, anyone could see. That he could get in trouble, that she might. That Amiliae was some way of recording them, watching everything, getting angry, plotting against them, making this somehow of good use to her, to save it for later. That somehow it might even get to Holly's father and he would have hell rain down on her like Moses' plague of locusts and frogs. Silly that a fear like this was keeping her in a place of shock while she stared at him. 

    This was blurring a line in her that she had no clue how to admit. People didn't just do this to her, that was.. this was too close. Friends did not... 

    Friends. Where they even that? Could this be considered that? Jesus, she couldn't think, it was unnerving having him this close. It didn't feel like a cage though like it did with her father, no. It did feel like a shield like she did only have to look at him and think herself safe in the world. Safe of the hell, that he could be a savior, a higher power, a superhero that would help and protect, maybe even save her. Safe. That was a word that she had not felt in a long time. Was she feeling it now? Could she be?

    Holly had no courage. Simply a person on the wrong place at the wrong time and a well-kept temper. When all she wanted to do was scream and cry to the sky. Not when all she could do was flinch when his finger so much as breathed on her lips. "I-I don' want her stirred.. no' like... no' like that. I.." She swallowed. "Not'te stir the pot, but to get her away from you. I was gonna.." Her eyes widened, and here eyebrows wrinkled her forehead. What was she even thinking? She couldn't tell him that? Take the fall as some hussy winning through school by guessing up to the teachers only to get the barbie off of her back? To agree to a lie? What would he think of her then? Why does she even care what he thought of that?

    "Am no' a firecracker, Mr. Grimm.." She wasn't even able to stand up for herself properly much less be angry enough to snap about it. She wasn't able to take him looking at her. Just her, only her. With what she had no clue. He was smiling, biting his lip. She could have sworn that she saw a vein bulging on his forehead, why? Resisting something... her? Her heart rate was erratic. Conflicted and at a loss of what to feel as her own head was. Safe? Scared? Maybe even lusted over? No no no. That was far beyond--wasn't even--no

    Her eyes flicked down from his eyes to his hand that steadily moved for her to see. She then felt it pluck that lip from her teeth, she felt the slide of it off of the supple skin, then they went back to her and the whites of her eyes became more noticeable as they widened further. Almost bulging. This was not normal, and yet it did not make her frightful. "I don' intend it te'be." She whispered, "an isn't it me punch that should be the scary part of me?" She had been close to knocking him in the throat after all. 

    Things had changed, they were changing in those moments. Lines were blurring. And Holly didn't understand how to handle that, not without looking deeper in and realizing that maybe she wanted--

    "Yer me teacher, what else am I goin' te call ye?" Oops. Too spicy. Her lips snapped closed. That came off far too strongly. She was not strong. A clear of her throat, an attempt to calm the rattling in her bones, the fog in her head, and the humm of her heart that was pounding hard enough to break through her ribs and sounding like a drum in her ears. "Erm.. W-What are we doin'?" Because she didn't know how much longer she could breathe his same air without it knocking her out of her brain to be sensible about the desperate closeness she longed for. Not because she craved to be close. But for craving something more than the cold much she thought herself to be.

  • A wild look flashed in her eyes. A challenge? Please take my bait, they almost begged to say. She wanted it, could taste it on her tongue. Longed for it. Someone to bite back, not to back down. He fell for it. He was willing to play that game that she so desperately wished to have someone like this that was willing to playback. Would he risk it all as she did? Risk his position just to get back at little ol her. She didn’t think that he would, but then again he was playing the part of fluffing animal when she was laying her finger on something that obviously he found true to him. He could cross that line, risk something for both of them, or stay in it and play by the game he was willing to throw out with her or risk it all.

    She knew that she was not a likable person, and she could live with that. Almost everyone to all was a means to an end. Even the friends that scuttled along to get past him and go to meet the girl that they blindly followed after. At what gain did they get by doing this. Especially when they saw how easily she was willing to play into the hands of someone that was willing to bite back. Someone that would be very happy to throw under the bus in order to keep something like this up and going. They were gone, and it left the shaking Holly who was between being blistering angry that some bitch like that would try to go up and talk down on someone like that. She didn't even care for herself. But to get him fired because of it? Granted, that did not seem like it was her intent, but the ploy was there. And she seemed more than willing to play that out.

    She didn’t know how to handle herself. She was not scared, not for once, rather she felt sorry for herself. Sorry that she could not do anything better than sit there and balk while he took the flame that was the ice queen Amiliae. People should not be able to get away with that. She should not need some superhero to come and save her, she should have been her own.

    Conflicted, attacked, and worried for what this might mean for him in the future. Should she have just admitted? No, that would have been worse. She would have put them both into trouble if that were the case. Stupid, she was so stupid. She probably made it worse for him, and him coming to help did not help. It only made the lie set in stone. She would think that she had one.

    Holly was beating herself up, even as the girls left and it was now only Apollo and Holly she did try her best not seem more pathetic than she was. While she shook, while she stuttered out her sorries and thank yous. She still flinched when he called Amiliae something that she truly was. Something that she deserved, Holly could not feel any better about it. She wished to be swallowed up. Shrink in on herself. Be less than the pathetic thing that she thought of herself. It wasn’t like she could explain the bruises. Baby-Blue had seen them, it wasn’t something that she could just blurt out. It would just make everything harder.

    “I-I tried to stir her off. It wasn’t, I didn’t… I don’t want you in trouble or.. She’s…” God, pathetic. He was going to think that she was just covering up something. Or that she was using someone else. No one could explain the bruises for nothing more than what they looked like. Not hand marks that her father delt while grabbing her by the back of her neck for turning away from him when she did. He did not like that.

    Caught up in her mind, Holly did not notice him until he was there. And damn her face, but she was already red up to her ears and her eyes wide with a question of why. Why was he turning up every place that she was at, why did he seem to always be there all of a sudden? She couldn't wrap her head around it. Couldn't fathom why, or how. Was this the world mocking her for wishing that people with higher power can come and protect the little people?

    Too close. She felt like the walls were closing in on her. Like her father was there looming over her, screaming in her face, telling her she was worthless and should be dead like her mother. The only human emotion she ever saw in her father. Because in that very moment his eyes had welled up, and he cried. Cried for his loss, and cried because his daughter was the only thing that was left of his beloved and it was her that he took that anger out on.

    Her breathing had heightened, her hold around herself gripped, then it seemed to stop. She snapped back to where she truly stood, blocked off from the hell of the world by the man that looked like a damn angle. Feeling his finger there, lifting it up though she was regrettable to do it. Don't let them see you cry, don't let them see you cry. He would feel her swallow and her skin heating. This was nothing like her father. Honey met emerald in her eyes, then the whites as they widened as though she didn't know how to take this in well. She had to bite her lip to stop it from wiggling, her shoulders hunched, trying to push that wool jacket up higher to make herself look smaller.... to hide the obvious marks on her neck.

    Red.

    "I-It's not.." Not courage, she wasn't brave. She just wanted to get away. Go study, go home, suffer hell. Rinse and repeat. "She's probably right. I-I'm wrong." How? Does it matter? "S-Sorry ye had to... Ye probably have mare important things to do, Mr. Grimm."

  •  "RoseWillow," this was gently uttered. A tone of voice that was no more than an echo. Did she ever hear that somewhere before? So many names that she had heard of, somany contacts, acquaintances and mutuals far and wide that she fell silent as they went on, her own eyebrows rising up. 

    Nobody forgets those hysterical, peculiar highlights of the night, and nowadays, a bystander's instinct was to whip out a mobile phone to share what's happening. And yet there were these two witnesses right here who had forgotten the most important parts. There was that very effective crowd control that placed things back as soon as it happened, even to the extent of sealing this away to the depths of someone's unconscious. Not just of a single person, but an entire collective.
     
    She was no stranger to this form of magic, and yet the execution and the nightly purpose for it actually broadened that smile on her face. It was absurd, how the mind can link several things together for a vivid reminder. All of these, bringing her to the main motivation of her queries. The main reason why she was here. 
     
    In the middle of the city, a busy, pulsing cradle of humanity... a little farther away from the sands of the coasts, no one might dare to expect anything from the ocean wandering in. 
     
    Yet there she was anyway, asking strangers. A glimpse, and a possibility is all that she would ever need. She never really thought she'll get this far begging for a sign. As that phone call came along, however, she already knew the signs of a bidding farewell. She wouldn't keep them any longer. With a wave, Cassella happily thanked them for their time. In a soft jangle of chimes, she was once again left to ponder through what she just heard, wondering if the name spoken was an appropriate direction to head for the next. Will the party even be a decent setting for it? Maybe she should ask for an appointment? Ask for anyone, really?
     
    She was alone again. 
     
    Or maybe, not. 
     
    TIlting a hand, she looked at the tarnished face of a watch resting on her wrist. Still a little more time. Once a woman who was complaining that she always had her hands full, now bereft of most activity to keep herself preoccupied. Another pale hand blindly reached over to her bag to retrieve a folded flyer of the event that she snagged from somewhere, yet she stopped at the rustle of newspapers, turning to face the gentleman from earlier. What first registered to her was the startling shade of icy blue on those eyes. Then the face to a voice. This man was quite pale, yet there she was, a few shades down to washed out and mildly disheveled in comparison.
     
    And boy, that fine face looked quite smug. An expression fitting for a sharp, meticulous dresser.
     
    Cassella pursed her lips with a shrug, leaning her chin against a propped hand. "You might be surprised," she replied. "No matter how much you expect, things can still shock you all the same." It's always a question whether it was pleasant or horrible, whether it feeds the hope or not, and sometimes, one can only ride through both. It was a smile, with her wiggling ashen eyebrows that sealed that statement. "Though I got a feeling that you might know that, too. Both good and bad." Judging from the sound of her voice, it was more like an outright, defined statement instead of a wild guess. A statement that eventually dwindled down to that very casual question of hers as her eyes averted back to her cup. "Say... mister. Are you a regular to that place, too?"
     
    Most likely a native of the city, even. A naive understatement, from the lips of the clueless.
     
    "For the past twenty-four hours, everything in this world seems to be telling me to go."
  • In the corner of his right eye, a shape had moved into view, thus provoking him into turning his head towards it. From what could be seen below, a figure was already approaching the pathway beneath him, obviously intending to reach the other side. This prompted him to silently rise on both feet while keeping his gaze fixated on that man, not daring to glance away and risk losing sight of what could very well be another victim of thievery.

    Up high on the balcony, his emerald hues narrowed upon seeing the unsuspecting elder bring out his wallet. From where he stood, his nostrils could already feel the scent of those dollar bills coming in from the wind blowing in his direction. Now it was time for him to conjure up a plan and fast.

    At that moment, Sea Drake in disguise was contemplating on how to go about striking him and fleeing afterward, all without causing serious harm or injury. That was his rule, after all, don’t mark up their face upon taking any valuables they might possess. By now he was wishing that he had thought about all this in advance, and simply grabbing him from behind wouldn’t suffice. With this in mind, the azure haired male glanced around in nearly all directions to find anything he could use to his advantage. The first thing he spotted was a small water tower mounted on a roof on the opposite building straight across from his current position, which could serve as a great source for water.

    Not wanting to let this opportunity slip away, both hands were raised with his palms facing the tower. Soon, the short cylindrical contain began vibrating, only to rupture seconds later from internal pressure rising up. In seconds, every ounce of liquid burst out on one side, causing it to suddenly start tilting over as its supports bent inward from the disproportionate weight crushing it. From where the man likely was by now, it’d be difficult for him not to hear the tearing and creaking of metal coming from above. A snicker parted his lips from having to use so much of his own energy to remove what was inside the container.

    Much like a raging waterfall, it all came down from the roof above, already making a quick descent towards the moist asphalt below. With how quickly it was approaching, the man in question was about to not only be drenched but slammed against the hard walkway beneath his feet if he failed to move away in time, even a non-human wouldn’t be given much time. Given the current temperature outside, all that cold water might give him shivers afterward.

    Should this attempt at striking him from above be successful, the young drake in disguise immediately climbed down some iron bars before leaping into a dumpster for a softer landing. Upon hauling himself out of the garbage container, Tempest took off on both legs into a full sprint towards the platinum/blonde haired figure, hoping to reach him in time before he'd rise on both feet again. Luckily his heart rate didn't skyrocket from anxiety since this stunt had been performed a number of times.

    If either the man was struggling to get up or down from his strike, the reptilian raised and slammed his right foot directly into the center of his back in order to restrain him. “Hey pretty boy, I know this is a dick move on my part, but where's your wallet?!” He questioned aloud from above, all while scanning the vicinity for said item in case it were to be knocked out of his hands during the attempted hit. If it was within a short distance, he was about to reach out, grab it, and examine its contents inside.

    "Ohhhhh~"

  • While Holly was keeping hold of her own, she still had a will about her that was hard to refuse. Though when she heard the next word of pathetic leave the lips of someone that was not of the circle of girls that were currently berating her, she looked up, her heart turning to ice and her blood running cold as she saw the stalking blond man come forward.

    Was he.. no.. he could not be. He was joining along, as it looked. He could be calling her that too. She could have put her friendship in the wrong person, if him having a decent conversation with him did add up to that, if she cared to actually be able to admit to it. Her freckled lips snapped shut, then, she saw the truth. He was not looking at her at all.. Still, she sank closer into the corner. Further away from those who might hurt her. Further from the ice that was in his normally warm eyes from where she looked at him. He did not hide it, he was angry. She did not see him as a man there, but something more. Was she scared? Yes. Was she scared more of him than the girls in front of her who had turned to see who had been eavesdropping on them and ruining their fun?

    The two others beside Amiliae did not last a second under his glare, as the two sank in on themselves. Baby-Blue was the last to turn, and even as she did there was a glare to her eyes. She did not look as horrified as the rest, but likely more pissed off than anything that this cog that was Apollo did not fall perfectly into her plan as she had hoped. It would be onto the next it would look. Her lack of fear in this was something that should be concerning. Either she was so rotten to the core that she had no care, or he was just a means to an end anyway. She could feel the cold, feel the glare, hear the tone of his words that would have cracked the hardest diamond. Sadly, she was just as cruel, the cold only did so much as to add another layer to her. 

    She looked at him with her pale eyes and a pinched mouth. They even dared to roll. Everything that he had said was nothing that she had not heard before. Her own mother could and did call her a monster, he would do nothing more than adding fuel to the fire of who and what kind of person that she was in full. Even when he was full in her face, she showed nothing but a calm about her, her lip twitching, and a curling smile attempting not to show that inner demon in her, or how it wanted her to laugh straight in his face for his own demonic show of power. She had faced the big and bad men before, he did little to phase her.

    "Sharp nose, Apollonius, though, it is no secret from the school, or from you what I do with my.. extracurricular activities. Fear not, I have bite, TA. Just as well as I have bark." She snapped her teeth as though to give it a meaning. Had she no shame? No soul? Or just a lack of mortality and fear? It had to be all of those. Or perhaps she was a full-blown sociopath. It was the only thing that could be said for her at least, seeing as she was staring into the eyes of the beast and didn't even blink.

    "Old men talk, but old men risk much by talking. Slome is a great teacher, you wouldn't want anything bad to happen for him with what little free time that he has, don't you? Though, it could be Slome or any other man here. This is Ireland after all, men are men. I can admit to what kind of person that I am, I just like to see others admit to it too. But looks like a tweaked a nerve a little too much, hmm?" She smiled, a candy hard smile just as fake and artificial as a fruit snack. "Take my heed though, if little ol' me can notice stuff like this between you both." She gestured her head back, blonde curls bouncing as she did to motion back to Holly who hadn't moved an inch. "Not that I really care at all, really. She was just for fun. But you risk your job, Apollo, I'd be careful."

    Her final pluck at his mental state was a kiss to the air towards him, then she boredly dropped the smile and turned from him to step past and motioned with her hand towards the posse. "Come on, girls. I'm bored now."

    They were still stuck with fright. Apollo might not have zapped the horror into Amiliae, but to her friends, he could smell it in the air. Visibly they shook. Blondies teeth chattered. It took another dollar from Baby-Blue before they blinked and shuffled past him with their heads hung low. Barley whimpering past a, "s-sorry," before they joined the clacking heels of the heartless woman as she left. 

    This left him and Holly, who had her head low and her shoulders held. Shaking away her own shock from the situation. How did making a friend ever get this hard? Surely she did not deserve this? She thought herself a good person. Maybe she stole one too many cookies as a child. She would not know. However, squeaked, and low to the point that a human might have missed it she whispered. "T-Thank you, Ap-p-pollo.."

  • With the simple confirmation of his question, Nik’s lofty gaze was stuck on Apollo a little more attentively than they had been toward the window. He had expected maybe a yes or no out of the man, never anything more to be offered up. It didn’t stop him from being all ears when he continued on. Once or twice as he spoke of the encounters, his lips parted and closed as if to speak. His brow knitted together and he bit his tongue for the sake of dwelling over it. Hunting was something he’d attributed to vampires themselves, never the other way around.

    But it was demonkind after all. They could find someone just as quickly as they might catch wind of them. They could be present with the utter of a word and disappear just as quick; Nik knew he was lucky for how he had gotten along thus far. When the light was suddenly clicked on in the car, his eyes wandered to it momentarily and then back to the blonde haired man driving rather effortlessly despite all shifting. With the light to aid from the shadows of the car, the blemish caught his eye as it was moved back and forth just ever so slightly. The closer he examined it, the further the Vessel’s face fell into the startled gape he was giving the scar. The car fell into a stiff silence unless Apollo himself prevented it.

    I’ve never seen- Vampires aren’t supposed to scar. Yeah..? No shit, but- still…

    Despite Nikolas’ silence, the gears turning in his head might have shone through the remorseful stare he was giving the mark. He looked up on occasion when Apollo would speak again in vague detail as to what happened. His attention wavered toward it until the lights were turned off and it was hidden away once more. He exhaled a heavy breath. If Apollo could be laughing over it, after what he had said? Maybe the least he could do was quit gawking and relax a little. “What about him, then… is he still out there?” Nik pried. Another steady breath was taken after, his eyes going to the floor mats as he tried to keep his bearings from something else entirely. The hand on his lap closed to a fist.

    With one mentioning of the shadows that had crept after him, Nikolas cast a glance out his window of the car briefly. A wrinkle of his nose spoke volumes of what he’d thought about it. Never in his life did he want to be compared to the creatures after what he had seen from them. It didn’t matter what he thought, energy was energy. He had heard his own spoken before as murky, dark. A chaos theorist’s wet dream, as it was so colorfully described once. Oozing was a new one to the running list that he couldn’t deny or ignore. He huffed amusingly as a grin spread across his face. “Like… it was too bad I wasn’t just some kid that played with a Ouija board before I walked in.” Nope, he had gone a little more… ‘direct contact’ than that. The smile vanished from his face soon after.

    Nikolas leaned back into his seat and swept his hair back. A wave of dizziness came over him that lead to a heavy breath taken to stave it off. Right now? You want to do this right now, seriously!? No answer. There was never any answer, but he knew what the demon was going for. While he was shouting and pushing back at the brick wall in his head, the silence grew apparent after his question.

    Despite how slumped over he’d become in his seat, Nikolas perked up to the sound. His attention was cast back toward Apollo from where his temple now rested in his palm. “Ye… ah-” He cleared his throat. “Yeah. I mean- if it’s not any trouble. I’d…”

    Hold it together, or so he told himself. The Vessel’s heartrate slowly climbing digit by digit was the first factual indicator. Conspicuously, Nik took another deep breath once the inside of the car had begun to spin. His head lowered. A dull ache caused his brow to knit together momentarily, his eyes closing briefly. Did he realize any of this? Did he register Apollo’s presence in the driver’s seat, or even how close they might have been to home? No matter, those fingertips he’d previously tried so hard to contain were now trembling.

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