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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The Fool
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
Intuition | Unconscious | Inner Voice
Sapana Bunati
21 | Cancer | Boski (Witch/Healer)| Employed by Victor Blood | New York (Originally Nepal) | Bisexual | Single
The Empress
Motherhood | Fertility | Nature
Fluer
600 | Dryad | Employed by Victor Blood (Project Changeling) | New York (Original Grove: Allouville- Bellefosse, France) | Lesbian | Single
The Emperor
Authority | Structure | Control |
Neal Jared Jefferies
45 | Taurus | Alchemist | Former SAS, Freelance | New York (Originally London) | Homosexual | Widowed (not looking)
The Hanged Man
Sacrifice | Release | Martyrdom
Iain Neiall Stroud
536 | Leo | Incubus | Freelance Photographer | New York (Originally Glasgow) | Pansexual | Poly (single)
Temperance
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
Excess | Materialism | Playfulness
Azrael
22 | Capricorn | Cursed (Demon) | Employed by Victor Blood | New York (Originally Vatican Rome) | Biromantic Asexual | Single
The Star
Hope | Faith | Rejuvenation
Wyatt Arnold Cooper
23 | Virgo | Human (Enhanced) |COO of Blood Corp | New York (Originally Boston) | Homosexual | Married
The Moon
Unconscious | Illusions | Intuition
Valdís
24 | Virgo | Servant of Loki: Chaos Witch | Employed by Victor Blood | New York (Originally Vanrdyrr) | Lesbian | Single
The Sun
Joy | Celebration | Positivity
Ellula Ingwaz
26 | Libra | Akashik Librarian (Owl Shifter) | Sociologist Student | Atlanta (Originally Nigeria) | Homosexual | Taken
Judgment
Reflection | Reckoning | Inner Voice
Jebediah Buck Kezar
24 | Leo | Lycanthrope | Psychology Student | Atlanta (Originally Covington Georgia) | Homosexual | Taken
The World
Fulfillment | Harmony | Completion
Echo
~900 | Imp | Hive Mind: Leader of Mimics | New York | Pansexual | Poly (single)
Roleplay status:
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Comments
He mentally prepares himself for the stairs. Although far from drunk, he'd hate to slip in a moment of clumsiness and drop the drink he was handed. As they both climb to the stairwell, he briefly eyes the drink in his hand with rapt intrigue. Wonders to himself what the name must be since Victor had only given the bartender instructions. The question is forming on his lips, but when he lifts his head he feels the cool breeze of the night comb through his hair. He looks out to the city where twinkling lights glow in the dark all around them. Noise moves through the air like a hushed whisper. The air feels nice. Zach breathes in and lets his shoulders relax visibly. He forgets all about his question and the inky shadow hovering near the door.
Tipping forward in an effort to soak in more of the view, Zach braces his forearms on the railing and smiles.
"Depends on the extracurricular," Zach says, accustomed to this kind of talk. Without moving from his position, he tilts his head to look at Victor. "I won't stop you if you want to. Half of my friends are already on coke and molly. With my headspace right now," Zach cringes briefly at his own emotional transparency, but doesn't stop, "I can't do any uppers. Too on edge."
Then, he sighs and pushes a hand through his messy red waves. "I wish I was more excited about winning the game." From behind, Zach hears a soft click echo from the shadow that still follows him. "I'm mostly tired, instead," he explains, lying. Sure, he's tired. But that's made only true because of the anxiousness bubbling beneath the surface. Thinking the drink might help, he finally tries a sip. It's good, he thinks.
"Sorry, I might be drunker than I thought if I'm talking so much," another lie. He's always chatty. Nevertheless, he smiles again and turns so that his hips and back are leaning on the railing and the city lights are behind him. His eyes don't leave Victor. If they do, he worries he'll glance at the shadow often enough to rouse suspicion. Instead, he investigates the man's face closely and commits the details to his memory purposefully. The color of his eyes, the way the corner of his mouth tilts, and the slope of his nose. Zach figures Victor must be the bachelor type, yet he seems nice enough so far.
[I know it's been a long time coming, but I'd like it if we could pick up from where we left off so I continued where we left off.]
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Quick to adjust to the change in pace, Zach follows Victor toward the bar. The menacing figure hovering near Zach turns its head as if it had eyes to watch the two men step out from the shadows and into the crowded room. After a beat or two, it waddles its large figure after them like an old puppet on strings.
Zach laughs good-naturedly at the mention of an evil rich father - his mind propelled into a memory of heroes and villains from the comics he once used to read. Once they reach the bar, Zach leans both forearms on the counter and turns his head to look at Victor. He shakes his empty glass as he answers, "just beer for me. Unless you have a good recommendation that isn't vodka."
“And if you want to get away from the party but …not seem entirely depressed there is a small garden on one of the balconies.”
He perks up at that. It's not that this room is particularly crowded, but the weight of the shadow insistent upon attaching itself to Zach's hip is having an effect. Most days he can tune it out like white noise, but today it looms loudly like a deep burning shame he feels he must keep hidden at all costs. A breath of fresh air might make him feel better. "I didn't know there was a balcony," he says, aware of how eager he sounds but not caring. "Can you see the city lights from there? I haven't had a chance to see any sights since I've been in the city."
(Apologies for vanishing like that, life suddenly swept me away. Life's a bit calmer now so I'll have more time to sit down and write. But if you'd still like to write, I'd love to continue plotting!
Like any earthqauke, the movement of the compartment car seemed to subside the second the angels stepped into it.
Saphir was drawn to the divine the way a moth would be drawn to a flame. It was in her nature to seek out light, draw power from it and grow into something more. Restraining the urge to consume, absorb or connect was going to be difficult, and she wound her fist tightly, fingernails biting into her closed palm. Never being exposed to this urge before, she was anxious, and found herself hiding behind Victor, putting some sort of physical barrier between herself and the three other beings. Yet, as soon as Victor changed the scenery, green flames licking their heels, the urges she felt before could not possess her to do any horrible thing. Her attention was now fully on the witch who stood before her.
It was dark enough that she couldn't see their faces, but not so dark as to not notice the glint of the black metal sword drawn by Victor. Her heart started pounding against her chest, the rush of blood drowning out any sound of thought rolling in her head. There was no voice that skittered back to them, no sound that echoed back except Victor's own voice, as one of the divine stepped forward. His heels clicked heavy against the cracked floor, and he started drawing his arm outward, and upward, two fingers pointed towards the heavens that were not seen. The two behind him tensed up, and from his fingertips, light started to appear. His fingertips suddenly seemed lit from within, and hushed whispering under his breath could be heard. As soon as the light appeared, like a beacon of war, the other two rushed forward.
A sharp gasp escaped Saphir's mouth as their faces were finally exposed in the light of the flickering green flames. The first angel seemed normal, his face pinched in determinanation of a warrior facing his enemy in battle. He too had a sword, gilded and holy, sweeping low to his side as he moved towards the witch. The other angel however - he had four faces, much close to the depection of the bible. The face that was shown towards Victor was that of a bull, his horns lowered as he charged forward. Saphir noticed how the human face on the man was crying, full of despair, the lion face snarling, full of anger and the eagle was screeching, filling up the area with an ear piercing sound. She covered her ears, trying to block out the sound, but her hands ended up flying to her mouth as she felt her back hit a wall.
Saphir swiftly realized the fallacy of her complete belief in Victors conviction as his words became tenser and more urgent in response. The unease built at the bottom of her stomach, and she tried crossing her arms over her stomach to soothe the anxiety. Her anxiety was disrupted by the energy that shuddered up her spine and made her sit up straight, mouth parting in brief shock, realizing quickly that the sensation going up her spine wasn’t Victor’s fingers. Before she could even ask what it was, Victor had an answer. “Aether?” Something akin to her kind? “Seems friendly enough,” but before she can finish that thought, a new energy enters her field of detection.
Banished holy creatures carried a sickly sweet scent akin to honey suckle and Natal plum nectar. It was a strong smell, only thickening at the proximity of power, but just like a fingerprint, had something unique about it to the wearer. Victor didn’t exactly have that, but he had power that she could almost taste. Saphir really couldn’t put her finger down on how to describe his presence as anything but a warmth, something strong and comforting. The newer energy carried that sickly sweet smell but also the smell of blood - metallic almost. Just like Victor’s she could almost taste it, and in horror, it stirred at every animal instinct there was.
It was most likely her lack of exposure to her own kind that made her crave - making her want to devour that power right up, or to be able to press up closely against it, to have that power all to herself. The instinct was foreign and it took over, putting her into some sort of trance as she searched around for the source.
She was too distracted to be startled when Victor closed the distance between herself and himself. As Victor grabbed her arm, Saphir was already twisting her head to make eye contact with the man, pupils contracting into slits as they finally met eyes. Her confusion and curiosity dissipates the second this happens. Gadreel’s eyes burned into hers. Saphir’s heart started pounding hard against her rib cage, stomach wrenching, a protective snarl twisting at her pretty lips from the bottom of her throat. The steady gaze was broken as she was tugged away into the subway, not fighting Victor’s pull. There is some stumbling as they enter the subway, racing down the spiral of stairs, but she catches herself before ever falling into Victor. As soon as their feet hit the pavement, Saphir matches pace with Victor, so he doesn’t have to tug so hard on her arm, letting him lead her down a route that he has evidently been down many times before. It isn’t until they’re past the crowds, under dim orange fluorescent lighting, with the trains shaking the platform underneath them that she looks nervously up at Victor. The roars of the trains seem far away as she closes the distance this time, waiting for her arm to be released.
“I know I shouldn’t want to, but it felt almost natural to want to go up and.. challenge him. To… have what power he has - he probably has the same desire.” Saphir confessed reluctantly as he talks about avoiding the war mongering angel. “Maybe it’s the nature of his own power? I don’t know all that much about the book of Enoch, and you really should get into it sometime. He can’t be the only one out of that scripture that we could encounter.” She steps back from the edge of the platform as a train zooms by, her short barking laugh lost in the noise of the shaking tracks. “Vampires? Really? I never lingered too much on them before - didn’t think they were real.”
The lights flicker, and that smell from before tickles her nose. The back of her neck becomes littered in goosebumps, hair raising, and Saphir’s smile vanishes. “I think he’s trying to find us.” Her eyes roam the crowds, and she gently nudges Victor with her elbow, gesturing to a group of men looking around, all dressed in black. At the rate they were looking, the pair would be discovered any second “We could get the drop on his men before they-“ her words were cut as the subway trembles more than before, the platform below them cracking as if it’d cave in, the lights above them suddenly turning off, screams of fellow confused New Yorkers bouncing off the walls. Saphir clutched to Victor, as their train arrived at the platform with an ear wrenching, screeching halt. The doors of the train opened, and she pushed her body against Victor, falling into the train. “What is even going on?” The doors slammed close behind them. The seats were empty, and as far as she could tell, they were the only two on there. The energy from the man before seemed to taint the air, and in the darkness she looked for Gadreel’s figure. But instead, when the lights turned on, there were the men that had almost spotted them across from them. “Fuck.”
(Hmm. Well both are witches. Part witches anyhow. We could do something with that or maybe something with Seth being a cop. Maybe crime needs solving or something. Maybe he summons a demon for something and ends up getting seth instead? I'll try to think of more ideas.)
(I have a random quick thought from my list of rogues, Andre and Claude, if they could be used? For anythng more specfic I don't have anything quite yet. - @ Helena K.)
She felt bad for the way his smile would trail off into nothing, like an unfinished sentence, and when Victor's hand wrapped around hers in an effort to comfort her, Saphir gently squeezed back twice, the way her father used to squeeze her hand. “No, no he didn’t hurt me.” She responded, keeping her voice calm, listening intently.
Similar to the way herd animals press up against each other, staying close to each other when a predator was near, she found comfort in his gentle, guiding touch to the outside. Yet, no matter how soothing his benevolent tone, how gentle his manner, worry fringed on the edge of his words of absolution. The content of what he told her- how it was a threat - made her shiver a bit. Maybe it was how people seemed attracted to the pair; the eyes of strangers lingering on them for too long, drawn to the energy they exhumed. A few men and women had turned their heads as they walked by.
However, Saphir would eagerly play into the promises he made, not noticing the locals eyeing them, a piece of her yearning too much to rely on someone for help and comfort. It was the way she was raised, it was all she knew, and Victor had just offered her that coping dependency on a silver platter. Saphir’s blue eyes looked up at him, searching for clues to see any worry in his face, replaying the events that had happened in her head.
Nothing about this man was inauthentic- he was confidently speaking but she knew just as well as him that maybe this wouldn’t play out in their favor. Anxious thoughts whispered into her ear, ‘Maybe, it would cost them everything if it went bad enough and he’d resent her-‘
Despite all that, “I trust you, it’ll be okay,” left her mouth and she swallowed her doubts, letting Victor take the lead.
“I have a dog, he’s a gift from my dad. I left him at the motel I was staying, along with my stuff? Would you want me to get it with you or just stay at the Serenity with you?”
(Anyhow. Whenever you want to write. Give me a jingle. )
"That'd be correct~! First time I did it though, I- accidentally peeked into the girl's bathroom from above not knowing what part of the building it was, and nearly got my ass whipped, but you didn't hear that!"
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