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"Chaos is a necessary piece of order."

Victor Volodimire Bluht Blood

26 | Scorpio ☼ | Witch/Vampire | CEO of Blood Corp | New York | Bisexual | Single 

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Personality

Can someone have a crippling hero and God complex while still being a self loathing depressive? Victor will make you ask all those questions and more. He can be cold, dismissive and rude, but he cares almost too much about the people around him. He often goes far out of his way for supernatural folk generally, even more so if he cares, but he prefers to keep sentimentality to a minimum and often treats life as if it is a business transaction. He is incredibly intelligent and masterful in many arts but his self doubt and loathing often holds him back. Victor is desperate to be seen and make a connection, but nearly incapable of reaching that state of trust with the people around him- in his eyes people use you or they leave. Usually both.

 

 

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Powers 

Obscene wealth: more money than any god would know what to do with

Shadow manipulation: manifestations through dark matter

Incantation Magic: learned spells of many varieties, limited only by knowledge and learnedness 

Apparition: teleporting short distances 

Angurvadal: 'sword of anguish' is inscribed with Runic letters which blaze in times of war, but only gleames with a dim light in times of peace. Summoned by magic at will. 

Vampirism: Victor does not see himself as a vampire and dedicates quite a few of his resources to attempt to 'cure' his 'condition'. The current suppression pills he is testing on himself limit his needs for blood, as well as any healing or strength derived from the vampirism. He does need blood, but not nearly as often and avoids feeding from people all together, seeing it as a intimate and frightful act. 

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 History

Victor was born into blood, taking his mothers life with the start of his own on a chilly November evening. His father, a German immigrant and cold hearted businessman, never let him live this down, blaming his son for the loss of the woman he loved, he swore her sacrifice would not be in vain- Victor would be useful. Victor was raised by nannies and tutors the finest money could afford. 

After all, the Bluht name came with wealth of its own, but upon leaving the failing German empire Stefen Hans Bluht wanted to better fit in and succeed in the American market, he had hidden away his lineage in favor of what he felt was a much more eye catching english word: Blood
A new empire, in his mind, and an empire he did build with a ferocity which earned its name- one he intended wholeheartedly for Victor to take over. He ‘prepared’ his son mercilessly, forcing schooling far beyond his grade, studying most of his childhood away. 

Victor avoided him, and avoided angering him by any means possible, but the anger his father felt for him was unrelenting and often crossed the line into horrific abuse of unspeakable varieties, actions Stefen excused under the guise of building a warrior, a machine of impervious callus.

Perhaps he would have succeeded in building his monster if Victor had not found magick. 

He was eight the first time he tried to make contact with his deceased mother, and though he was not allowed many hobbies and spent some of his later years in boarding schools he managed to hide the new world from his father. He managed to not only grow in it, but flourish. By sixteen he had made a provisional deal with a daemon Agremon. He would serve as a vessel for nearly three years, reaping the benefit of demonic power while paying its steep price. 

He graduated with his first bachelor's degree in biomedical engineering, not even this bringing pride to his fathers eyes despite Victor’s obvious genius. 

When Victor was sure he had secured his stakes in his fathers company he killed him, only a few months after his eighteenth birthday- becoming the youngest, wealthiest, CEO in history, overnight. 

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The board of directors nearly revolted, the investors pulled out in mass, but before his twentieth birthday he had doubled profit margins, developing multiple patents of his own design which restored interest from investors. 

He became a celebrity, but he felt just as alone as ever. 

So he ran away, the only way he had ever known how to in the past, Magick. 

 

He experimented with drugs and drank himself into blackouts, but eventually Victor found community in a space beyond the realms of time, in a pocket dimension full of misfits like him. He joined a cultish military order, built around a egregore being, which helped free him of his demonic contract in trade of a new one. With this one he was given responsibility and power which he did not want to fumble, his desire to impress overwhelming.
But a young man of little wisdom and love, and far too much knowledge and power, he fell victim to manipulation, fell in love with an older man, a superior officer. 

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He lost his position, and the only family he had ever known- nursing those wounds he returned to New York in order to run his own neglected empire in earnest. 

A few months upon returning Victor discovered two things: new love for an exceptionally normal man of his own age, Maxwell; and a brother, Jonathan. 

His father had a second family, one he had apparently quite cherished- but after the untimely death of the boy's mother his only blood relative was Victor… much to the young witches surprise. 

For a few years things were good. 

Victor played family and business man by day, and Master of the Dark Arts by night. 

He opened the Covenstead Cabaret, a magical lounge, in the undergrounds of his newly erected Serenity Tower- a beacon of green energy and mind bending architecture built around the concept of bringing nature to the city. He started the Major Arcana, a group of young supernatural being whose primary mission was to help displaced youth of their kind and fight off those who wished to cause harm.
He built his empire of magic attop his fathers own empire of blood, he used the darkness of his past to fuel new initiatives, first in New York, then beyond.
But things are rarely good for long, an attempt on Victor’s life left him so close to death that his partner begged one of the Vampires they knew to change him, sure the only recourse for his state was such a drastic measure. 

Vampirism was not an affliction which Victor took to with any joy, and it put a horrific strain on his relationship with his partner.

As they danced closer to their wedding date, Victor found more and more that he felt like an imposter- pretending to be a hero, a leader. He had a family, he was to have a husband, he led a team of supernatural beings who trusted him and his company practically ran itself at this point. And yet he felt Max only cared for the hero he expected Victor to be, an image he could never uphold.

Victor was already unsure and isolating when his old superior officer resurfaced, he accepted his offer for drinks-  part of Victor wonders still if he knew what it would lead to..

How one drink would lead to two, how he would be encouraged to vent, told he was right, Max took advantage of him, Max wanted him to be something he wasn’t…

But being with his ex-superior didn’t quell those doubts and fears, only sowed them.

With the sanctity of trust lost his partner left him, something which drove an inevitable wedge between Victor and his brother, who had taken to the much more motherly and nurturing Maxwell. 

In the aftermath Victor dedicated to his mission of building his empire, in the way he knew was best, and curing himself of what he felt like was a disease. 

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Currently

 Victor lives in New York, in a penthouse in Serenity Tower, he runs his Biomedical Engineering company, and the Major Arcana; a group of otherbeings who help Victor to run his missions and reach his visions. 

Victor wants to unite the human and supernatural world, but realizes such a lofty goal can not be reached until there is structure to Otherbeing societies. Victor hopes by replicating Serenity in major cities across the world he can begin to build some foundations to a global community for Non-human kind, in the hopes of bringing them from the broom closet. 

This manifests in a lot of charity work on Victor's part, he seems to adore collecting strays and giving them homes in his tower. He rarely expects return, often he sets up Otherbeings for free, helping them to intigrated into human society better so they feel less of a need to harm people or themselves. 

Some are offered jobs with him, others are set up for success and end up leaving, some of those that he becomes closest with become inducted into the Major Arcana.

 

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 The Fool

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New Beginnings | Innocense | Free Spirit 

Aether

~4(years of physical manifestations) | Elemental Winds of the Southwest | No Occupation (close associate of Victor Blood) | New York (No home location) | Nonbinary | Demisexual | Single 

 

High Priestess

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Intuition | Unconscious | Inner Voice 

Sapana Bunati 

21 | Cancer | Boski (Witch/Healer)| Employed by Victor Blood | New York (Originally Nepal) | Bisexual | Single

 

The Empress

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Motherhood | Fertility | Nature 

Fluer 

600 | Dryad | Employed by Victor Blood (Project Changeling)  | New York (Original Grove: Allouville- Bellefosse, France) | Lesbian | Single

 

 

The Emperor 

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Authority | Structure | Control | 

Neal Jared Jefferies 

45 | Taurus  | Alchemist | Former SAS, Freelance | New York (Originally London) | Homosexual | Widowed (not looking)

 

 

The Hanged Man 

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Sacrifice | Release | Martyrdom 

Iain Neiall Stroud 

536 | Leo | Incubus | Freelance Photographer | New York (Originally Glasgow) | Pansexual | Poly (single)

 

Temperance 

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The Middle Path | Patience | Finding Meaning 

Blath Uisce 

24 | Aquarius | Selkie | Employed by Victor Blood (Project Changeling) | New York (Originally Lough Neagh) | Bisexual | Single

 

 

The Devil 

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Excess | Materialism | Playfulness 

Azrael 

22 | Capricorn | Cursed (Demon) | Employed by Victor Blood | New York (Originally Vatican Rome) | Biromantic Asexual | Single 

 

The Star 

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Hope | Faith | Rejuvenation 

Wyatt Arnold Cooper 

23 | Virgo | Human (Enhanced) |COO of Blood Corp | New York (Originally Boston) | Homosexual | Married 

 

 

The Moon

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Unconscious | Illusions | Intuition

Valdís 

24 | Virgo | Servant of Loki: Chaos Witch | Employed by Victor Blood | New York (Originally Vanrdyrr) | Lesbian | Single 

 

 

The Sun 

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Joy | Celebration | Positivity 

Ellula Ingwaz

26 | Libra | Akashik Librarian (Owl Shifter) | Sociologist Student | Atlanta (Originally Nigeria) | Homosexual | Taken 

 

Judgment 

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Reflection | Reckoning | Inner Voice 

Jebediah Buck Kezar 

24 | Leo | Lycanthrope | Psychology Student | Atlanta (Originally Covington Georgia) | Homosexual | Taken 

 

 

The World 

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Fulfillment | Harmony | Completion 

Echo

~900 | Imp | Hive Mind: Leader of Mimics | New York | Pansexual | Poly (single) 

 

 

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  • (Hey, thanks for accepting! Realy interesting profile(s) you have here! You'll have to let me know if you want to write sometime.)

  • ||No problem! I'm sorry for my own delay, I was on vacation.||

    Casey felt herself shrink under Victor's gaze, turning more into herself, making herself as small as possible. Victor was a billionaire, crazy successful and could have whatever he wanted, that fact alone was enough to make Casey intimidated. She was a speck of dirt in his fancy underground bar, so wrong and out of place. She wanted to leave, but the promise of warm food and an actually bed to sleep in kept here there.


    Surviving was all Casey was used too, it's all she thought about doing. What else could she do? She was terrified of people, both from the negative experiences in her life on the street and the fear of being found out by anyone she got close to. It was hard to imagine herself doing anything more than wandering, searching for food and a dry place to sleep for the night. She didn't finish high school, obviously didn't go to college, didn't have any identifying papers, how could she possibly get a job? 

    Satisfaction and safety were lacking in her life. But she was surviving. What more could a monster like her have?

     

    She opened her mouth to say something when Victor started to bud his farewell for the night, but closed it, only nodding sprightly. Casey didn't know what to say really, and honestly all this talking was becoming tiring. It was been so long since she had held a conversation with anybody, and Victor was right to say that she was frazzled. Frazzled indeed, Casey's world was just turned on it's head in the past couple of hours. Overwhelmed and tired, she just wanted to sleep. And eat. 

    Casey didn't go back to her room to wait for her food, she continued to wait at the bar until the generous dinner was brought out to her. She noticed Iain, sitting far away in his own booth and watching, but she didn't wave him over or go to interact with him herself. Instead, she just picked up her glass and her plate and went back to her room, careful to balance the plate so she wouldn't spill when she had to use the keycard to open her door again. 

    The rest of the night, for Casey at least, was spent with quickly eating her steak dinner, embarrassingly--to no one but herself, since she was alone--licking the plate clean, not a speck of food going to waste, before curling up in the middle of the bed, under the soft covers, and falling asleep. Usually, she was hardly able to stay asleep, waking up at the smallest sound out of fear, but this night, in the silent room and in the most comfortable place she's slept in a very long time, she was dead to the world. Nothing could rouse her, not even when she shifted in her sleep into a fox, wrapped up in her clothes but still sleeping soundly. It wouldn't be until past noon the next day that she would wake up.

  • {Hello, Ive return from vacation. If your still interested in writing maybe we could inbox and talk about it?}

  • Casey sighed softly, picking on the frayed edge of her sweater sleeve as Victor spoke to her. It has been a long time since anyone had been genersous to Casey, since she's felt safe anywhere. She didn't feel safe here, but she did feel better than she would have on the street. Especially on the street in New York City. She had previously had no idea where where she was even going to sleep that night until she ended up here. This was all a lot for her, and it would probably take a while for her to actually feel comfortable here. But she wasn't planning on staying that long, just for a couple of days before she figured out where she was going to go next.

    "I don't want to be here long, I--" She stopped herself from continuing, not even sure what she was going to say. That she didn't want to take up space? She was okay living on the streets? That she just didn't want to be around other people? Casey didn't know, but they were all just excuses, not real reasons for why she shouldn't stay. "I'd just like to eat in my room tonight." She said instead, and that was true. She didn't want to eat at the bar or in front of Victor and Iain. She wanted some privacy to herself that night.

    "A selkie?" She asked, more to herself than Victor, since he explained what it was a bit anyways. She just hadn't heard of a selkie before, but that wasn't surprising. She knew only of the more common supernatural creatures in movies and books and television. That's how Casey placed herself as a shapeshifter, or just shifter, someone who could change into more than one animal. Casey scoffed a little, thinking about how she was marred by society and didn't have a place. She had no real plan for herself and her life other than making it from one day to the next. No point of thinking of the future where she couldn't have one. "Well...I hope it works out for you." She said, because she didn't know what else to say.

  • Casey blinked, staring at Victor with a frown when he changed her order. Yes, it was to something she actually wanted, but she didn't like decisions being made for her. "I had vegetables earlier today." She argued, though weakly, and she knew it. There had been vegetables on her sandwich, which she hadn't even eaten half of by the time she was attacked. Before that it had probably been over a week. 

    Casey made a face at the martini, pushing it away from her. Though she was old enough to drink, she didn't like it. Waste of money and made her feel ill, there was no point in it for her. "Can I have some lemonade?" She asked for instead, making a point to look at Victor when she finished her order. There, she ordered something she actually wanted, he didn't need to do that for her. 

    Slowly, Casey sat down in her own stool, one between her and Victor for space, as Victor spoke to her. She supposed if there were other people out there who were...different, they would be lost like she was. Humans pushed out the different people even if they didn't turn into animals or were cursed or whatever else there possibly was out there. Casey also feared herself, feared what she was and why she became this way. She had grown up human, she hadn't met any other otherbeings until today. It was a lot for her to take in...But she didn't tell Victor that. 

    "I'm not used to people giving without wanting anything in return. I'm not secretly agreeing to servitude or something by staying here, am I?" Casey was only partly joking, because she really was worried about accepting the hospitality. She frowned at Victor, turning her body away from him slightly, as if trying to hide or shield herself away. "How do you know that? That I'm a...shifter?"

  • When Casey noticed the dancers, she couldn't help but stare at them. What even were they? She of course hadn't seen anyone like them before. Frowning in thought, she watched them until she heard Iain speak up behind her with only a little flinch. Before he even introduced himself Casey believed that the new man must be Victor. His eyes were striking, but his gaze too intense for Casey to hold and she looked away quickly. 

    "Um, hi." She didn't really know what else to say, shifting on her feet uncomfortably. Taking a breath, she looked back to Victor when he mentioned elves and brownies with a frown. She of course had heard of elves, but not brownies, aside from the kind you eat, which mustn't be what Victor's talking about. Taking a breath, Casey nodded a little. "Yeah, this is all...very new to me." She didn't want to ask for whatever she wanted, because she really wanted a huge plate of meat and potatoes and veggies fit for a man twice her size, but she was too embarrassed to ask for that, even though that's what she really needed. Instead, when the bartender was ready to take her order, she asked for something much smaller. "Can I get a grilled cheese and tomato soup? And a glass of water?" She didn't even like tomato soup, but what she liked didn't really matter to her anymore. Food was food, she didn't want to ask for anything complicated, it didn't feel right. She was already staying here for free, she shouldn't be demanding large meals too. 

  • Casey took her own deep breath, stepping into the room finally. She was still visibly nervous, but she was at least inside the room and not freaking out. She looked to Azreal, eventually nodding slowly. "I...okay. Okay, I'll stay. I promise I won't be here long, though. I'm sure someone else could use this room more than me." That was just a weak excuse, Casey knew that, and probably Azreal knew that, too. Casey still wasn't terribly comfortable with taking the help, but Azreal Was right--don't look a gift horse in the mouth. If Casey could have a few nights to eat and sleep comfortably, she should take the offer.

     

    Casey let Azreal take her leave after that, the other woman looked nearly as uncomfortable as Casey felt. Once in the room by herself, private and alone, Casey dropped her backpack to the floor with a heavy sigh. She was tired, and she was terribly hungry after her food had been wasted, but the thing she wanted to do most of all was take a shower. A hot shower. And she did. She grabbed her bar of soap from her backpack--her only toiletry item--an went to the bathroom. Once the shower was boiling hot, she hopped out of her dirty clothes and got in, savoring the feeling. She spent many minutes just standing under the steam of the shower head, enjoying the sensation of the water and steam around her. It had been ages since her last shower, so she was going to take her time with this one. If there were any provided soaps or hair products, Casey would use them to their full extent, but otherwise she just used her little cheap bar of soap to clean her body, her face, her hair. She spent probably three times as long on her hair as she did her body, the think mass of red curls needing to be throughly rinsed of dirt and grime, her fingers pulling through the locks until they stopped catching on knots. 

    She felt a lot better, after her shower. Once she was finished, she dried herself off and got her hair as dry as possible but it would take time for it to dry completely. Casey didn't really have clean clothes, so she put her baggy jeans back on, and one of her sweatshirts, some state college mascot on the front of it. It was the cleanest of her layers. Sighing softly to herself, she grabbed her keycard and left the room. She needed food, needed to eat something before she could get some proper rest, but she didn't want to go back out to the bar area. Too bad she didn't really have a choice. 

    Probably 90 minutes had passed since Azreal let Casey by herself. Cautiously, Casey walked back down the hall to the cabaret, once again keeping her head down and staying as far away from people as possible. Once she made it to the bar, she waited for someone to ask her if she needed something, too scared to ask for help herself. She was also faced with the dilemma of what to order, not sure if there were menus or if she could just ask for whatever she wanted. She'd love a big meal, but that didn't feel right to ask for. Maybe she'd just ask for a sandwich or bowl of soup, whatever was easiest, she wasn't picky. 

  • "A cabaret? Like a bar?" Which meant that there's probably be people down there, or people who weren't...human. This was an extreme amount of new information, Casey felt dizzy with all of it. "So he'll just let me...stay? For nothing? What's the catch?" It didn't make sense to her that she could just stay somewhere without paying for it, even if the payment wasn't in cash. This was sounding far too good to be true and Casey was anything but comfortable with this.

    Casey just stood and stared, for a moment, when the elevator doors opened to the cabaret. The first thing she noticed was the scent, she was so used to only smelling humans and animals that the smell of not human was extremely noticeable, almost overwhelming in its oddity. Her sense of smell was much stronger than a human's, more like the fox she normally found herself changing into. It wasn't that it was a bad smell, but it was completely new, something she hadn't ever experienced before. Blinking, she shook her head and contained to follow Azreal, keeping her eyes pointed at the floor. She didn't want to look at anyone, or for anyone to pay attention to her.

     

    She didn't mention anything about Victor being a Dark Mage--why not? Apparently everything else is real, so why not just straight up magic? Once they made it to the free room, Casey looked around, frowning. "I-I...Are you sure? I can just...I don't want to..." She didn't know what to say without sounding accusatory or ungrateful. She wanted to go into the room, take a shower and sleep in a bed for once, have some nice food, but she didn't want to owe anyone anything. They'd already saved her from the men in the alley, and now they were offering her a place to stay? It had to cost something, nothing came for free. 

  • This was...not at all what Casey was expecting, to say the least. Were all the floors going to be garden themed? How was the foliage on the outside of the building maintained? Casey felt a bit surreal, like she was dreaming. She knew she wasn't, but...this just didn't seem possible. Blinking, Casey looked back to Azreal, frowning as they entered the hallway. "Cursed?" She wasn't trying to be accusatory, but she was just surprised. Okay, apparently cursed were real. Was she cursed? Because she sure as hell hadn't gotten her magic genes from her very-human-and-terrified-of-her-parents. 

     

    And incubuses--incubi?--and demons and vampires were real too, apparently. "I don't really know what I am, either..." Casey admitted, quietly, looking back down to the floor as they walked. Inside the elevator, Casey just nodded, not wanting to say her words for what she called herself. Monster. Inhuman. Wrong. Things along those lines. Easy to say she didn't think very highly of herself. Casey was scared of herself, not really knowing what she was or how she came to be, why she could change. 

    "So...is you're boss different too? Or does he just want to help people who are? And--and where are we going?" The constant tension Casey held to herself was still there as the elevator started descending. It was almost like she didn't know how to fully relax, and honestly she didn't, not after so many years of being scared. Her arms were wrapped around herself in a hug, shoulders hunched forward, trying to make herself look as small as possible. "I-I don't really like...elevators."

  • Casey pulled a bit of a face at Iain as he questioned her about Victor Blood. No, she wasn't aware of him, and she had to stop herself from asking if he was some sort of comic book villain with a name like that. Instead, she just shook her head. "Our kind?" That wasn't the first time Iain said that, 'our kind.' She knew--or figured, at least--that these two people she was with weren't human, but how did they know that she wasn't human, too? By 'our kind,' did they mean shifter? Or were they something else? Those were questions she didn't want to ask in public, as there were still other people walking around them, any of whom could over hear them talking. 

    Casey didn't offer a parting word or wave to Iain as he walked off to go talk to whoever Wyatt was, but she did visibly appear less tense as she turned to Azreal. It wasn't just that Iain had a big personality, but Casey didn't really like men in general. She didn't think any young woman living on the streets for any amount of time did, especially when she's been homeless for going on six years. But she nodded to Azreal, handing over the bandanna. "I-I just...What are you? How do you...know?" She gestured to herself vaguely. 

    Casey felt extremely out of place as they entered the fancy as hell building. She was definitely not dressed appropriately, and felt self conscious if anyone else was around to see her. There had to be other person around a building so large.

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