"Apollo" - Self
"Sinnabun"- Self, Alice
"OddBall" - By the Grimm Family
"Applesauce, Sunshine, Lulu, David" -By Nao
"Q-Tip, Love Child of Jareth, the Goblin King & Dracula" - By Alice
"Teach" - By Margo

"Cookie Monster" - By Sahara
"Swan Murderer" - By Alice, Nao
"Swan fucker" - By Bolt

"He-Devil Goldie Locks" - By Ama
"Mister Swan" -The Community that reads The Weekly Swantinel


Male † Pure-blood Vampire & Day-walker  Elder One of Four Siblings


(Insert some prophetic prose here)

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

The below Family tree credit goes to Valentine Grimm. Image by Sahara

Parents - Godric Grimm and Isolde Grimm - unknown status
Eldest Brother - Valentine Grimm - Unknown Status
Niece as Fledgling to Valentine -Екатерина Вахров -Unknown Status (is subject to change based upon Player's decision or past for character)
Second Eldest Brother - Leopold Grimm - Unknown Status
Younger Sister - Sahara "Frost" Grimm - In contact
• No children
• No Fledglings.











 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.





Part 1

Apollo: "We're going to a small mountain town. Where else do you think the Dwarves keep themselves locked up at? And we're stealing a blood ruby, about the size of my fist...or maybe it was bigger." -Gives his hand a confused look-

Sahara: "You'll be the reason for my jail time, one day, Apollo. I don't understand why you have to go and steal things. Aren't you afraid of what Valentine will do if he finds out?"

Apollo: "Psh. Does it look like I care what Valentine thinks? It's not like the man hasn't done any worse. He isn't exactly role model material. Plus, I'll bail you out. You know I would. Then you would be a wanted prisoner." -chuckles-

Part 2

Sahara: "I think I'm in love, Apollo."

Apollo: -rolls eyes- Are you serious? Whose ass am I going to have to kick now?


(insert more prophetic prose here)


Shameless Flirt
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?"


"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?"


There are few people who have entered into Apollo's life that he holds dear. Beyond his sister and those loyal to him that make up his crew, there are only a select few he would consider friends. Even fewer that he would admit were or are lovers. Apollonius would refuse to admit it to anyone else besides them for fear that one day those he holds dear will be dragged into any conflict. Beneath that movie star appearance or attitude, is a loyal, protective, and honorable friend/lover. His friends are few, but they are mighty.









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

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• Apollo LOVES  all Cookies; hence his nickname: Cookie Monster. 
• Apollo has a Sim Character.
• Apollo's Spirit Animal is the Swan.


Apollo Collage + Family Tree Credit: Sahara Grimm


FC when used: Lucky Blue Smith
Family credit and some background ideas behind Apollo go to Valentine.
Picture credit goes to their respected artists/model(s). 

Everything else is my original creation, including Apollo's past/history.

Anything Swan related is part of an on-going joke. Feel free to ask if you want to start being a part of it. ^_^

Updated- 2018/07/23

*threads have been updated to accurately reflect current stories in progress*

Key: Done = ✓, In progress = (-) 


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  • { my my.. A white hair male. an albino.. A genetic weakling. Or a gift from nature? Mm..  *Pokes you with a stick* ;) } 

  • (I think it's my turn too. I'll poke through our posts to catch myself up and reply to ya soon.)

  • ((It’s perfectly fine, I understand you’ve got a lot going on, take your time! Of course I still want to write Euro and Apollo))


    Lithe, long fingers combed through the ivory-white of Apollo’s hair, her midnight gaze fixed on every individual strand and down to his scalp. Vampire. He looked normal. For the most part. Striking features made him stand out from the handful of hoo-man’s Europa had met, none had such stark hair and eyes, yet none had the sort of warmth in their voice, predatory movements that almost reminded her of a Jabberwocky. He was far from that, Euro knew, yet it was almost like she was back with her Clan.

    The Jabberwocky snorted, pulling her hands away finally and folding them in her lap. “We hunt to eat, no man nor beast eats the Jabberwocky.” She replied, blinking at him through narrowed eyes. The sun had her bottom eyelid watering just a bit. She pulled her legs up to cross her legs beside the “vampire.” She couldn’t believe that everyone knew what the hell that was, especially if she didn’t. She failed to remember, however, that her knowledge of this world was limited.

    “Safe, here?” Europa asked, dipping her head ever so slightly. “I hope so...thank you, Apollonius. I didn’t mean to wander so far from my den and Nik, I guess I just...ran into those hunters.” She had no idea how they found her or why, or why they did not fear her. Nikolas had told her that humans would be unable to handle her other forms, so why had they pursued her? She shrugged the thought away, shaking her head like a dog after a swim. “Ahm….thank you.”


  • Agnes gave herself the option to take a seat opposite of Apollo on the metal seat. She sat in a...masculine fashion, legs set apart and leaning over with her elbows propped against her thighs and her hands dangled between her knees. The fire between them flickered, bringing shadows to her face that only made her stare much more intense, her hair reduced to a shroud of black around the frame of her face. She wasn't amused by how nonchalently he acted, neither did she appreciate the way he stared back at her.

    "Because it's you." She said plainly, knowing he had a flair of dramatic. "You want something, that's why we're alone."


    Agnes narrowed her eyes at him, she was notorious. Ever since she strategically crumbled a mafia family from the inside that invested in a variety of businesses throughout the city, it brought the underground to glance at her, a young girl at the age of fourteen at the time, but they merely glanced. That is, until she singlehandedly took down drug cartels and human trafficking businesses, a hiccup in shipment that even the Elder sitting opposite from her must have felt from so high up. He was either ignorant to the ripple or just playing stupid. Not a second after she narrowed her eyes did she lean back in the metal chair and placed her elbows on the arms of the chair as well as crossing her legs.

    "Since we're sitting outside for no reason, let me turn this to you...for no reason. What do you do, Apollo? And I'm not talking about this bartending bullshit. What do you really do?"

  • That's right, old man! You've got some competition!


    Feel free to bow now. I'll wait.

  • Unlike her mother who was cautious and overall kinder, Agnes wasn't afraid to shove any drunk or high people off of her if they managed to or seemed like to bump or fall on her from dancing. Her brow furrowed, carrying an intense stare, watching Apollo move through the crowd and made eye contact when he peered back at her. She glanced around when they moved through different rooms, at the people, the furniture, and smelling whatever odor lingered on them. What they smoked, where they possibly where, what they could be as well. Agnes took it all in, even so much as to look behind her. When passing the bodyguard at the door, Agnes made full eye contact with him before going through the dark red door behind Apollo. Whatever noise came from the club behind them was gone, only from whoever was talking.  Fresh air, to a degree, from the outdoors was far better than being holed up in a dark, crowded area. 

    She merely watched in silence as each of the moved past her and through the dark red door. Agnes frowned with the same intense stare at the man who reacted to her holding the vodka bottle. She kept her stare on him as he moved to the door, then looked over at Apollo standing near the pit.

    "...Why did we come out here?" Agnes inquired, looking around the patio.

  • Holly blinked form the sudden speed of it. She gaped for just a second when she realized that her hand was snatched. Were people supposed to move that fast? That felt impossible. It was like her eyes closed and suddenly it was grabbed. She only had those few seconds to blink up at it then his face before she registered what happened, who she had hit, and the people around here that were just as shocked as Holly here.

    Her comically 'o'ed face turned to that of panic when she was rushing to get words out. She didn't yank her hand free in fear that he might just hold on or hurt her unintentionally. "Apollonius, am sorry!" Her voice was high with worry. She sputtered about it being a force of habit. Frozen to the spot like a deer in headlights. She'd never been so on edge before but she felt far jumpier than she normally was considering the crap her father had been pulling as of late. It seemed like there was attacks day in and day out now. Yelling matches in the morning and beatings when she got home. It was rattling her head and she was sure in it her brain had been rocked around a few times too.

    "R-Really!" She pleaded as though this was her own father, that he would backlash for such a brazen attempt like that by raising her fist at him. She paused, her mouth returning to that 'o', great big eyes watching him in horror as he tried to wheeze out his words past what would be a sore throat thanks to her. She waited than smiled witlessly. "J-Just don' scare me at all. Am v-very jumpy."

    He released her wrist thankfully, she was able to pull it back and held both of her arms to herself in defense and to make herself seem smaller by all the eyes that were watching she and him. Whispers, sneers, jeers, and common gossip that would go around that the jumpy McLunny girl punched the Grimm kid. She could already hear it but chose to try and ignore it. After some seconds she rubbed her wrist, massaging the bruising that had been there only from her father.

    "Oh." He'd caught onto that? Her eyes showed a frantic flicker between his own pale but oceanic blue ones that she sputtered out, "me da. He likes to scare me sometimes.. gotten bad enough that I punched once, an' never really stopped. I guess.. muscle memory from it, aye?" She tried to smile, play it off, makes it truthful. She shifted her eyes away from him then glanced back up. The shock and fear seeped into a concerned worry. "Yer, okay? I didn't... no too hard to break anythin', yeah?" She would check, but that would be weird and she wanted to keep as much distance as she could, she was still frizzled up by that.

    The people in line finally laid off and went back to what they were supposed to be doing. It moved for the next person to order the coffee, one more in front of Apollo and Holly before themselves. "Do ya know what ya want?" She asked after she had crab-walked to the side in order to move in line herself. She waited up for him, than finally turned forward, hopeful that she had not really harmed him if he were able to move on his own. "Anythin' ye want is fine. Am payin'."

  • Holly felt the breeze behind her before she heard the voice. There was that unmistakable fight or flight instincts of hers kicking in. She whirled around so quickly that the tips of her braided pigtails might have even flicked his nose, earbuds still in her ears. Had her father came for revenge from the night before? Was she doomed? Would her classmates know? Was her father already yelling?

    Her fist was swinging before she could stop herself. The figure was just the right height. It was slicing through the air before she actually saw who it was. McLunny just left his lips before her fist collided with his throat. It was quick and smooth. No ugly blood splatter or anything. He might have seemed to get the air knocked out of his throat though. It was a defense tactic that was quick to put people down in a quick and easy manner, but that would also be a huge maybe here too. It all depended on where Apollo stood on reflexes. Holly's were high enough for her own good. Even after being dazed, tired, and beaten around from the night before she was still ready to scrap if the time called for it. She didn't like to be caught off guard by anyone. She had either landed the blow or she was staring at him grabbing her wrist. Either way, it would lead to the same scenario.

    Because sadly she saw who it was and instantly she gasped, jumping back with a squeak of surprise, hand or hand flying to her mouth, that was, if she made it to that point. If he had her wrist she winced, the entire arm was tender. 

    The few in the cafe to see had paused with their nosy selves to see the outcome of it. 

    Holly's hazel eyes were wide with surprise from herself ant he situation as a whole. She waited for a response, in surprise and possible shock. Her breath held, then she gaped out, "Ohmigod! A-am sorry! Sorry! I don' do good bein' snuck up on. " She plucked her headphones out of an ear, it dangled from inside her shirt as to better hear him if he were either choking on his own breath or possibly glaring and growling at her. "I dinna hurt ye, did I?" She squeezed out to him, ignoring if he had cursed at her. Her eyes scanned him to make sure that she had not done any more damage than just the sock on his throat. She shouldn't have hurt him, not really, she wasn't insanely strong, she was just quick. Most expected a punch in the nose or mouth, but in the throat? New for some, maybe for even him.

    "I-It's just a farce of habit!" Her head bowed, mouth snapping shut. She contemplated herself than looked up at him with a pleading and sorry expression on her face. "I'll buy yer coffee, er a-anythin' ya want e-er both... Er tarts, whatever doesn't matter, am buyin'." She felt rattled and jittery. No longer was she so tired when the adrenaline was running through her veins like little rockets.

    The few in the cafe who had seen were giggling or whispering. there wasn't really too much to talk about. It wasn't like they would get in full on fight, would they? God, she hoped not. It was a total mistake. But people of any day or way loved to gossip about something, no matter how big or small it was.

  • Agnes shrugged casually, what he did was up to him. She didn't know what her mother was up to, nor did she care. One could say that she could just let bygones be bygones and go visit Naomi, but too many years have passed where now it wouldn't make any difference. There would be tension from the elephant in the room, but that's all there would be. It wasn't her business to get into Apollo's relationship with her mother, and neither was it his for how she handled things with Ted. Although, she kept his advice in mind without any acknowledgment.

    Glad to see the conversation drift away, she took the vodka bottle. Indeed, Agnes was curious, but cautious. A hound? No, hounds were dogs that followed orders. She would only do so when given a payment or incentive, in this case, it was the bottle. The vampire was generous enough, and so she followed him with several feet of distance in between. Agnes didn't carry anything lethal on her, but if something went wrong, the bottle might suffice. The wolf was always a last resort or to set in a first impression. Either way, there was a possibility of it coming out if things went haywire, and it would remain a possibility. For now, Agnes was calm and collected on the surface. The EDM pounded in her chest, throat, and ears, easily making her way through the crowd to follow Apollo to the back.

  • There was a slight flinch from Holy that could never be helped. It was her bodies involuntary response. Fight or flight. It seemed the more she fought back against her father the more that he did. There were times as a child were one drunken screaming at a TV would mean her scrambling to get away when he rose his hand to her. It was something that was muscle memory. Get out of there, stay safe, fight back. He had the same movements that could mean that he would be likely to go after someone. Still, she was not assuming of all men. Even she was not so damaged to think it.

    "Tell me about it." Finally, something that they both could agree upon. She hated her father. There was never a day in her life that she could remember that he was a good father to her. He hated that she was born. He hated that her mother had gotten sick and passed, leaving her with said daughter. And he hated her because of the frank point of her existing. There was only one way out, and that was through school and with luck, her full ride for freedom.

    Holly shrugged. "Photographic memory. It's always been somethin' I was able to do. It's like me brain is warkin' mare than it should. Like it's open mare..." Her eyes drifted from the paper in thought. Least did she know there was a solid reason for such a thing. Something she had yet to unlock about herself, and maybe she never would. It was more than just a quick mind, and something more a little... magical.

    Her hand dropped to her side gingerly as he took the papers from her. Her next stop was making the B-line for the door in hope that he would not try to rally her in again. She could not divulge in pleasures of learning. Not in her state. She needed to find a quiet place to sleep, gather her strength, and go off home where she would most likely need to fight another round with her father. She would save enough money to get a lock on her door one day; until then, however. "Ain't no rest fer the wicked. Bye Grimm." She muttered, passing him smoothly, the smell of sweet cinnamon after her as she left.


    Thursday by, Friday was like any other day with teens and young adults ready for the weekend. Holly worked her usual twelve-hour shifts at the mechanic, getting her decent pay for it all too. By the end of the days, she wobbled off home. Tired, sore, and greasy. She got home and faced the usual backlash and finally well-deserved sleep.

    Now though, it was Monday, her day, thus far, had been normal. She had killed her coffee already and it was only noon. She had an hour and a half break before her next class which gave her the time she would need to study and get some last minute work done. There she stood in line for the cafe. Pigtails in her hair, headphones in her ears and a usual thickly clothed jacket that seemed to be getting hotter and hotter to be in now that spring was on its way.  She feared to switch back to shirts, she couldn't risk it. The recent battle with her father left a large bruise on the underside of her arm that went from her wrist to her elbow where she had blocked her father. This arm was tucked in her pocket, it hurt to let it press to her side. 

    She hummed while three people stood in front of her. She dozed lightly on her feet, music blaring out her eardrums and the thoughts of assessments in her head. As of now, there was no care in the world. Just desperate for coffee.

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