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Male  Pure-blood Vampire & Day-walker  Elder 

Age : Unknown
Appears: mid-20s
Birthday: August 18th 
Zodiac:  Leo 
 Birthplace: Scandinavia Region 

Occupation: Business Owner, Kingpin



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.


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...



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.




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."  
126517375?profile=RESIZE_710xBlood 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.
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Shameless Flirt
Interests (x0)
Non-committal but not impossible for more. 


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?"


"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?"

85057145?profile=RESIZE_710xFew 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.



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."




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. 

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"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.
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Updated- 2019/12/1


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    Nikolas took a breath of unease thereafter, his sweet time taken on it. Whether it was the notion of what the man beside him could have done or the ill sense that was creeping into his system as the demon’s grasp shifted, looking for a window through that soul of his. Perhaps a likely mixture of both was to blame with the way the Vessel was crutched on the passenger side door. He should have just gone home. He should have never left home. 

    He couldn’t just let go of himself, no. He couldn’t hold on any further either, with the turmoil of the night’s events stewing in his head and the stimulation in the vehicle he’d wound up in. Nik felt the other’s hand clamp onto his shoulder and flinched a fraction when his awareness of the surroundings has dissolved enough to be startled by it. Shit. He wasn’t thinking it directly, but he was feeling it, as the tug of war came closer to an end he slipped out of consciousness with the pit still settled in his stomach. It... wasn’t quite like falling asleep. His body eased up but it was involuntary. Even as the vampire’s hand retreated, there was a subtle tremor still present just below the skin.

    Then, the silence. Silence as the entity straightened its pose through the Vessel, sitting up straight and squaring his shoulders in a way the 22-year-old had never quite learned in his upbringing. The sound of the windows shutting piqued the entity’s interest, duly noting it, but the Vessel’s head would turn from examining the figure in the driver’s seat. It peered back to such red, burning hues with an idle fascination after the demon had spoken. It’s stare swept both up and down, pausing at the site of the scar that had told enough of a story to warrant its efforts of pushing the boy down. The taunt of a smile then slipped away from what were the Vessel’s features.

    “I am hiding no more than you are… you may consider that,” A velveted tone answered. As the man paused to find his words, the demon's head tipped to a different degree in waiting. What ran through its thoughts were the hazy images that had lead up to the alley. The entity’s brow furrowed once and relaxed again. “Had it mattered to me none, I would have let the boy wallow in his decisions. He dictates the dark arts like a toy… no less reckless than with his soul.” The observation was made in a listless tone, nearing annoyance to the matter. By the time the demon finished its words, a hand disappeared into Nikolas’ jacket. A single cigarette was pulled out, held delicately between his fingertips which had a slight shake to them, visible to a careful eye. His eyes left Apollo for the moment as a second hand raised. With a quiet snap of his fingers, the end was lit. “And you,” The demon raised the cigarette close to his lips. “You have a fascination with this human, do you not?” He drew in a breath of smoke as the question stood and exhaled it shortly after.

  • . . .

    How long had it been since their first encounter? Hours? Days? Well over a week had passed after the incident that resulted in him losing a certain item in the elder’s wallet. While the assailant seemingly vanished to who knows where, he unknowingly left a piece of himself behind, which would easily giveaway his scent so a trail could be followed.

    If such a pathway was followed, it would lead him far beyond those streets, headed directly towards the coast. Much of it trailed through sidewalks, alleyways, underneath overpasses, and the back sides of differing structures. Eventually, it shifted into a local park, an outlet boardwalk mall, along with other more upper-class parts of the city. Once it had reached a beach condo, the fishy scent continued on for miles up the shoreline, passing various resorts along the way.

    Beyond where man-made structures laid was a cut-off in the odor. At the location where it had ceased, the scent was at its strongest, which served as an obvious indicator that he was most active there. The place in question was a barren shore, surrounded by high dunes with a high amount of greenery among the sand. Further back laid a rising cliff face, consisting of a firebrick red and dark gray stone with a grassy patch at the top.

    Sooner or later, his target would show up…


    The sands were remained hot under the sun’s gleaming rays, only to be partially obstructed by the shadow of a seagull gliding across effortlessly. Countless blades of grass and patches of clovers within the dunes were partially shaken by oncoming winds, which rustled the leaves of nearby trees. Several clumps of dead seaweed turned brown lined the shores where an endless amount of waves broke against it, periodically washing up more overtime. Occasionally, a sand crab or two would emerge from a tiny, unearthed hole and scurry across.

    A tiny trail of air bubbles created ripples at the surface, gradually making its way further toward the coast. What followed was a pair of two emerald orbs with serpentine pupils, both surrounded by matte azure scales.

    All surrounding water had shifted forward from the creature’s mass carrying it along. Within seconds of his enormous talons being able to reach the bottom, the hulking reptile marched ashore on all fours, allowing huge amounts of water droplets to descend from the bottom of his neck. It wouldn’t take him long to haul his immense weight ashore, carrying what appeared to be a whole Great White shark in his maw.

    The lesser predator was soon dropped with a low boom upon impact, given its sheer weight. Said aquatic male sat on all four limbs, only to place both front claws on both ends of the creature’s lifeless corpse. His jaws parted ways and latched onto its side, clamping down before tugging on it. A chunk of its flesh soon tore off while its organs slipped out. Upon chewing, he began swallowing the meat and proceeded to tear more off piece by piece.

    Add his lack of table-manners to the growing list of things the Elder noted.

  • Sybil scowled at the poor excuse of a road sprawling out before her. It was a dirt path, the only indication of it being a road were the occasional signs giving them directions back onto the interstate or advertising some sort of local attraction. World’s Largest Rocking Chair. Crystal Caves. State’s Best Diner. Their GPS had lost track of them hours ago, her dying words a constant loop of “Recalculating” before the woman impatiently unplugged the device and stowed it in the center console. 

    She rubbed at her eyes with one fisted handed, the other gripping the steering wheel.  It had now been an hour since she’s seen another vehicle on the road. Frost-blue eyes glanced at the fuel gauge: dangerously low, like the sun setting outside. They needed to find a town soon, or they’d be out in the middle of nowhere, in the dark, without any cell reception or idea of where they were. Granted, that wouldn’t be the least ideal situation they’ve experienced, but Sybil didn’t want her standards to go any lower.

    “They” being the witch and her partner, Apollo. The duo had received a curious e-mail about two weeks ago, asking for their aide in solving the sender’s small town mystery and disappearances. Sadly, cases like these were common, but what set the town of Blackwell apart from the other requests they received was because of an appearance.

    A body was found. A girl no more than twenty, left to rot in the open woods.

    Normally, a body appearing would give local law enforcement more insight about the situation, but it had left them with more questions than answers. She hadn’t even been one of the residents listed as missing, her lack of identity adding on to the mystery. The sender had been thoughtful enough to attach an image. The victim’s body was marked up with strange symbols carved onto skin, or written on with red paint.  

    Apollo and Sybil weren’t regular investigators. Strange cases like these were more up their alley, and they’ve had their fair share in dealing with the occult and otherworldly things.  Sybil blew stray hairs away from her face and glanced over to Apollo on the passenger seat. She had handed him a paper map when the GPS went rogue and asked him to navigate, but she was beginning to doubt his sense of direction. 

    “Are you sure this is the right way?” 

    { Took some libertities and wrote it as if they already had some established history together instead of them being strangers, but kept it kinda vague. Let me know if you want me to change anything }

  • Here she was, finding surprises as a luxury that she sometimes cannot truly afford, even with all the money that she had. Cassella had to live and breathe the details, quietly micromanaging things, for the most part, and her eyes cannot miss them. With all the things she had been dealing with, it was an eternal game of chess that needs to be predicted, with her or with someone else on the line. Some required the smallest gamble. Others needed lives.
    And yet...
    "I suppose you're right," Cassella chuckled. "A surprise or two won't hurt. Especially if it's something small and nice. Everyone can use a good one right now." A half-truth. But this woman was very good with halves of certitude. Most surprises toss her off the routine, the control, seed chaos and unpredictability, and yet the world feasts on her disdain and distress like cake.
    Even so, she was enjoying this instant discussion. It's not like every single day, some minor conversation will spark into something this...thought-provoking. If there was something that she learned from these conversations with youthful faces, it's either someone thinks and speculates ahead of their time, or they are way older than they actually look. With the last of the tea gone, Cassella settled this aside. "Fair enough, everyone does. Some just learn further through the harshest ends of it, whether they deserve it or not." She neatly rearranged her things. "But at the end of the day, we're all just trying what we can," she gently continued. "Heroes and villains alike. Most are driven by what they think was right." There has been the time that she has to take two different sides after all, and a time that she had to choose none. "There were some that were well aware of the monstrosity they've become. Wouldn't, or couldn't leave it at that. That's just me~" 
    A once-revered creature did tell her once that with riches and fame aside, sometimes, that's all someone can ever truly have. Those faded eyes visibly glittered at the mention of him being a bartender. Whether something subtly clicked in that pale head of hers or not, a lifelong gaze was given, limned with something else.
    It was amusement.
    Subtle amusement for the words that followed as a response to her signs. "I'd like to think that it's quite the opposite. I'm the one who's doing all the searching," came the soft reply. It was not the area that she was hesitant to explore, it was the result that always led her to nowhere. The subtle hope upon sauntering inside the doors, and the creeping, jaded feeling that hits afterward. The bitterness mildly masked by alcohol that returns worse the next morning. A low wince followed this silence. Admitting defeat was never a palatable thing... not even once, in hundreds of years. Yet there she was, confessing that in good faith-- to a stranger. "And right now, I don't think I'm very good at it." 
    "But you work there, eh?" she smiled. "I'd most likely see you there later. I'm not much of a drinker myself..." now she was just full of shit, speaking through a drained beer case for a night on some occasions. "...but I hope some cocktail requests aren't too weird for a bartender."
  • "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.


    "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."

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