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Realistic or Modern Into the Night - applications

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junegloom

junegloom

you’ve got me by the skin and bones



into the night

applications













application info.




full name.
nickname.
age. (24+)
date of birth.
gender.
pronouns.
sexuality.
role.

faceclaim. (realistic only please!)
height.
hair color.
eye color.
distinguishing features.
scars.
modifications. (if applicable)

likes. 4+
dislikes. 4+
strengths. 3+
weaknesses. 3+
fears.

vices. 3+ please explain each one
virtues. 3+ please explain each one.
(or you can write it out in paragraph form if you want!)

background. (2+ paragraphs please or a series of bulletpoints)

questions. (please answer as your character)

How and when did they join the group?

Do they trust everyone in the group?

Do they think they have a chance at taking down the vampires?

















roles.











the leader



taken





She is Rob McCartney's only child and has spent her life hunting vampires with him. She has since stepped into her father's place as the group leader. Some may be concerned about her age, but she likely has more experience hunting vampires than anyone else in the group.










the deputy



open





They've been in the group the longest out of anyone, aside from The Leader. They started hunting vampires shortly before vampires took over. They fell into it after being rescued from a vampire attack by Rob and The Leader. Since then, they've worked together and when The Dark happened, they helped form the group to take the world back. They are incredibly loyal and dedicated to the group, but especially to The Leader. They're the one The Leader trusts more than anyone and can make decisions on her behalf if she is unable to. However, to the group, they can certainly be seen as someone a bit too big for their britches.










the medic



open





This group member has some form of medical training and they are there to patch group members up after any scuffle they find themselves in. They are not the most physically competent of the group, but they're one of the most important based on their specialized skill set. They've had to take care of things that would normally be above their skill set, but they manage to keep the group alive and functioning for the most part (even if they have to get a bit creative).










the expert



open





When they began their studies of various myths and the occult, they didn't think some of the subjects they were studying were actually real. However, when the vampires took over, they learned firsthand just how real it was. They are the go-to for historical and technical information related to vampires and the supernatural. They are vital with their knowledge of magic as witches have been gone for centuries, so practical knowledge of magic is limited. Sometimes they are a bit of a know-it-all, insisting on what they know is correct, even if there are indications that it is not.










the fresh blood



open





They're the newest one around. They still have not quite earned everyone's trust yet, but are eager to prove themselves. They may not be the most experienced, but they are the most enthusiastic, which borders on recklessness. They are quick to act and quick to land themselves into trouble. They've needed to be rescued more than once and it is a question if they are an asset to the group or a liability.










the soldier



open





This member had once upon a time been in the military and was completely unaware of vampires. They had rejoined civilian life shortly before The Dark happened. However, once the vampires took over, they knew they had to fight back. For some time, they were working on their own, though they couldn't do much more than pick off individual vampires, which did not make much of a real difference. However, once they came across the group, they knew they had to join. They can be tough and stubborn, but they are quite dedicated to the cause. They tend to have some tunnel vision and are resistant to working with The Defector despite them being deemed trustworthy.










the in-between



open





This person is a complete anomaly and, as far as anybody knows, is singular. After an attack from a vampire, they were turned. Well, they would have been if the turning process had not been interrupted. Now, they exist in a semi-human, semi-vampire state. They are more durable than a human but do not have the same strengths as a vampire. They can supplement drinking blood with human food, but they cannot go completely without blood. Religious or holy objects do not seem to affect them in the same way they affect vampires, allowing them to handle these objects. They've been struggling with their identity since they've been changed, desperate to grasp what remains of their humanity as they still retain their soul.










the defector



open





Nobody knows exactly what caused this vampire to turn on their own kind, except for The Leader. She knows they are trustworthy, but it is taking longer for some of the group members to come around. They are still a vampire, so naturally, their motives are selfish but strong. They've never quite fit within vampire society and they certainly are not human, so they've been a bit of a loner for a while and struggle to deal with group dynamics. Still, they are very set in their choice to take down vampire society and return the world to the way it originally was.















extra information.






Just a few reminders— it is very unlikely any members of the group knew of the existence of vampires before they took over (aside from the Leader and the Deputy). Please make sure your character isn’t too OP, not everyone needs to be an action hero. And please make sure to keep the gender balance relatively even. I don’t want a cast of all women or all men!

The application deadline is November 30th. I will let everyone who is accepted know via private message with the discord link. If you do not hear from me, that means you were not accepted. If you do need an extension, please let me know before the deadline.

If you have any questions feel free to reach out any time!










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the leader















full name

Phoebe Quinn McCartney






nickname

Phoebs, P, PB, Pea/Peanut (family only)






age

26






d.o.b.

November 6th






gender

Cis Female






Pronouns

She/Her






Sexuality

Bisexual






Role

The Leader


















style








































height

5’6






hair

Naturally brown, currently bleached






eyes

Hazel






Dist. Features

Full lips, small nose, defined cheekbones






Scars

Various scars from hunting vampires. Most notably, a gash to her right forearm and a long scar on the left side of her ribcage.








Mods

Pierced ears





faceclaim

Sophie Thatcher



































Vampires Will Never Hurt You




My Chemical Romance











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It's been night for days



✧ Indelicate: Phoebe does not carefully choose her words nor does she even consider them before she says them. Her intention isn't to offend, but she doesn't do much to prevent it. It is likely a byproduct of being on the solitary side in her social life.

✧ Judgmental: xyz

✧ Tough: To be in charge of a group of people as a young woman has required Phoebe to build an even tougher shell than she had before. She can be uncompromising and even a bit harsh at times, but she feels it is necessary to keep the group running.

✧ Resourceful: xyz

✧ Virtue: xyz

✧ Virtue: xyz














likes


Loud music, red wine, stargazing, fresh snow, driving, incense, candles, cherry flavor, pasta, movies








dislikes


Straight liquor, rain, whittling stakes, liars, bland food, coffee, humidity, snakes, injuries, boredom








fears


Being turned, dying, never feeling sunshine again








strengths


Fast, ranged weapons (specifically crossbow), agile, problem-solving, level-headed








weaknesses


Not very strong, overthinking, admitting fault, grudge-holding, tact








personal items


Silver Cross Necklace- A gift from her uncle. She isn't religious, but it is helpful to have.
Wooden Stakes- She always has two on her: one to use and a backup.
Small Bottle of Holy Water- Helpful in an emergency but not enough by itself.















pers.

pers.
















history



Phoebe McCartney’s existence was never planned. Her parents were never even in a relationship. Her father was staying in South Carolina at the time. Her mother had no desire to parent, so she left Phoebe with her father. The pair moved to Chicago where his family was located. Rob, and now Phoebe, came from a long line of vampire hunters. The practice was passed down from generation to generation. However, Rob’s brother, Adam, was about ten years younger, so he was never able to go along with his father and brother and learn the family trade.

However, Rob decided to pass it along to his daughter, taking her along on his hunts from the time she was able to use a stake. Of course, he never put her in actually dangerous situations until he was sure she was able to handle them. Because she still had to attend school, they remained in the Chicago area while hunting. Phoebe was left in her uncle’s care whenever her father headed off on a hunt outside the immediate area.

For her, her life was normal but she was very aware that it was unusual. She knew she could never really discuss what her family was involved in with her peers. So, she stayed on the social outskirts at school because she couldn’t relate to her peers and would have never fit in anyway. Oftentimes, she had to come up with creative excuses for her injuries related to hunting and training. It was a miracle nobody ever assumed they were from anything more sinister.

She was 21 when the world as she knew it came to an end. The vampire problem her family dealt with became bigger than they could ever imagine when the Dark began. They knew they had a bigger goal. So, her father formed a group, basing it out of the church Adam was a priest at. They’ve been working from the beginning to take down the vampires and hopefully reverse the Dark.

However, two years ago, the unimaginable happened. Rob died. And ironically enough, there were no vampires involved. He died in his sleep. Phoebe always knew that her father wouldn’t make it to old age, but she never expected his death to be natural. Now, the responsibility of the group falls on her shoulders. She tries her best to do what she thinks is right, but her father left behind very large shoes to fill.

















Father (Deceased)





Rob McCartney

While Phoebe and her father loved each other very much, their relationship was neither warm nor fuzzy. Their relationship mostly consisted of him passing on his vampire-hunting knowledge. However, they trusted each other completely and could always share opinions without judgment. His death was hard on Phoebe and she does her best to do what he would want her to do.









Uncle (Alive)





Adam McCartney

Adam is Phoebe's favorite (and only) uncle. He is also her godfather. The pair are very close and far more affectionate than Phoebe ever was with her father. She is able to confide in him and lean on him for support and advice. He does his best to support the group's mission, but he is not a vampire hunter by trade and usually assists with research and providing supplies.













How and when did you join the group?

“Born into it, I guess. My family has been hunting vampires for generations. My dad has brought me along on hunts since I was old enough to hold a stake.”






Do you trust everyone in the group?

“Some more than others, but none of them would be here if I didn’t have a baseline level of trust in them.”






Do you think you all have a chance at taking down the vampires?

She pauses for a moment. “It’s gonna be tough. But, someone’s gotta try. We can’t let things remain the way they are, so if that means fixing things or dying trying, I’m all in.”













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FULL NAME
NICKNAMES
AGE
D.O.B
GENDER
SEXUALITY
ROLE
Inara Joan Solace
Nara
Thirty-one
May 29th
Cis. Female, She/her
Bisexual
The Expert
FACECLAIM. Maika Monroe
HEIGHT. 5'6"
HAIR. Medium brown
EYES. Hazel
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. Thin lips, narrow face, big eyes,
SCARS. TBD
MODS. Standard ear piercings

LIKES. Dark coffee, tea, reading, puzzles, intricate things, poetry, drawing, collecting things, learning, languages, mythology, the occult, research, having a job, being right

DISLIKES. Hangovers, not having caffeine, being wrong, being alone, blood stains, cold showers

STRENGTHS.

WEAKNESSES.

FEARS.

VICES. 3+ please explain each one

VIRTUES. 3+ please explain each one.

HISTORY.

EXTRA. Has an eidetic memory, is neurodivergent (undiagnosed), became an FBI Special Agent when she was 25, doesn't do well without coffee (is fully addicted lol)

QUESTIONS.
How and when did they join the group?
— Answer

Do they trust everyone in the group?
— Answer

Do they think they have a chance at taking down the vampires?
— Answer

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Alex Laurent
















#Soldier




# 𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖠𝖴𝖷










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Full name: Alex Laurent
Nickname: Runt (old military nickname), and Scrapper (formal nickname for his current style of fighting)
Age: 28
Date of birth: March the 22nd
Gender: Male
pronouns. He/him
sexuality. Bisexual
Role: Solider

Appearance: For most of his life, Alex’s visage has depicted a young man whose confidence is brazen as hair his hair colour and effortless with his smile. The world of rigorous training and order could not diminish the glimmer in his teeth, gleaming ivory that dares the world to look upon him. Yet the kindness and the softness of his features end there— the rest of him is the mantle of a soldier, the unparalleled physical persona of scars and wounds, the champion for old aches and twinges. His skin is warm, a natural glow nurtured through his time outdoors, spending his weeks and months under the swell of the sun, underneath the choking clouds where his blemishes grew to intensity and prosperity from combat drills. His eyebrows are the darkest contrast to Alex's hair, indicating his hair is a faux composition of poorly managed hair dye and choices. It’s shadowed him with an unexpected note of maturity, accentuating his emotions a lot more than he would like.

faceclaim. (realistic only please!)
height.
hair color.
eye color.
distinguishing features.
scars.
modifications. (if applicable)

Personality: Duty and loyalty have been standing pillars of Alex’s personality since he came into the world, ushered under a stern hand and a scolding eye. The world for Alex was once black and white, an easy binary where choices could be made with little thought and little reflection. He didn’t need to think— just be present and be someone worth wearing the uniform. Alex’s trademark way of interacting with the world is through unrestrained humour, biting sarcasm, and cynical observations. It’s his shield and defence, intermixed into an unabashed smile that could capture the world in his teeth. Alex embraces simplicity, is dedicated to one goal, one rival, and one enemy and weighing his options at the moment is more effective than becoming paralysed by moral implications. He’s bullheaded in that respect, preferring to plan everything down to the second, even using fractions of a second in his calculations and predicting what to expect there. It’s been said Alex never thinks about the consequences for the future, living dawn to dawn is his way of coping and surviving. In some ways, Alex cannot envision a future where he is surviving, and his loyalty illuminates the way for people to survive over him, indicating a shred of compassion and a warped sense of perception of his life. A flawed philosopher, but Alex is more comfortable thinking in terms of where his survival is a variable to the plan and not the guarantee.
likes. 4+
dislikes. 4+
strengths. 3+
weaknesses. 3+
fears.

vices. 3+ please explain each one
virtues. 3+ please explain each one.
(or you can write it out in paragraph form if you want!)

background. (2+ paragraphs please)

questions. (please answer as your character)
 
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neeti mohan
erik
chen
persona
&
attributes
virtues
vices
backstory
&
connections
name.
Erik Chen Hoi-san
alias.
None
age.
39
gender.
Male
sexuality.
Straight
occupation.
Formerly, sniper at US Army. Currently, vampire hunter.
role.
The Soldier
"I die a hundred deaths each day... I die when I see hungry people, or people who're sad... I die when I know I can do nothing about pollution in Mumbai... I die when I feel helpless when my loved one is in pain..."
eyes.
Dark brown
hair.
Black
skin.
Tan
ethnicity.
Chinese-American
height.
6' 2"
body mods.
"Does a hip replacement count?"
scars.
Some bullet wounds from his time in the military. Several other scars from his hunting experiences.
faceclaim.
Daniel Wu
overview.
Erik is a war veteran who returned home just before the world went to shit. He's tired a lot, grumpy a lot, has the general attitude of someone's who's looked death square in the face many times and is at the point now where he simply doesn't give a fuck. Will sometimes - no, frequently - drink in excess, and also suffers from PTSD. Heavily. He goes from believing there's absolutely no point in having anything to fight for one day, to being completely hands on the next. Though he doesn't admit it, deep down he's truly glad he found a purpose with the group, because they're the only people in this world that have given him a shred of hope. And at the very least, even on days whever everything feels pointless, working with them has given him something to fucking do.
"I'm a perceptive person. I know what's good and I don't venture into what's not good. I've discovered my own khazana. Everybody should."
strengths.
Wushu martial arts (though according to his grandmother, he's a bit rusty). Marksmanship. Knows his way around an engine. Also pretty damn good at receiving criticism, considering people have been giving it to him his entire life.

weaknesses.
His heavy drinking habits that teeter very close to the line of alcoholism. Stubborn. As. Hell. Highly mistrusting of others - even those that are genuinely trying to be helpful. Suffers from insomnia. Joint pain. His hip disability. Sure, he's as strong as ever, but ever since his hip surgery his body hasn't been quite the same - or maybe he's just getting old.

fears.
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personal affects.
Sniper rifle, handgun, a silver dagger tucked away in his boot, flask of holy water - ya know, all the typical items one might need for vampire hunting.

likes.
Spicy food. In fact, the spicier the better (and if he says it's not spicy, then don't trust him). Whiskey neat. Sleeping. Summer - he misses the Hong Kong heat. Dark chocolate. Old, black and white Chinese films - they're nostalgic and remind him of his mom and dad.

dislikes.
People asking for favors. When his grandmother volunteers him to help the neighbors with something. Being added into group chats after he's told people very specifically not to add him to group chats. People that can't take criticism, or are allergic to the word 'no.' Extremely sugary sweets. Tequila. Oh, and no matter how long he's lived here for, he'll never get used to Chicago winters.
observant
It naturally comes with his profession. Even when he isn't staring you down the other end of a scope, he still pays attention to every detail in the room. Exit routes. That one suspicious person lingering at the edge of the crowd. The slight change in expression whenever someone on the team is on edge about something. He sees a lot more than you might think.
adaptable
"Quis odio penatibus sociosqu orci; ac id purus. Euismod nisi vitae non adipiscing egestas venenatis, luctus gravida."
laid-back
He's been through a lot of shitty situations, so much so that most things hardly phase him anymore.
stubborn
Sometimes, it's hard to get him to budge on things, and some things he simply will not budge on at all. His conviction that his own actions are correct and that other's aren't can be quite strong, considering the experiences he's racked up over the years. This has less to do with pride or the need to be right all the time, and more to do with not wanting to see anyone get hurt or killed. Needless to say, this has caused several heated arguments between other members in the past.
pessimistic
blurb
blunt
"Sed facilisis dapibus habitasse placerat iaculis donec ad himenaeos suspendisse."
"People come and go in your life. It is up to you choose how you want to associate with that person. It is up to you to learn and imbibe things from such a person."

history.

Erik was born and raised in Hong Kong until the age of ten, when his parents moved to America with next to nothing but the clothes on their backs. They decided to settle in Chicago, where his dad worked as an auto-mechanic and his mother remained home to look after him and his older brother, Johnny.

But not even a year after the move, mother got sick. It started out slowly. Small coughing fits that turned more violent over time. Then the shortness of breath. Eventually, she couldn't walk from one end of the house without having to gasp for air. But like most Chinese parents, his mother refused to see a doctor out of fear that it would cost too much money. Instead, she kept on insisting that she was fine, and relied on the aid of a local Chinese herbalist to do the trick.

But nothing worked.

By the time they made it to the hospital and got a proper diagnosis, the cancer in her lungs had advanced to stage four. She was dead within two weeks.

Her death hit the family hard, but it was especially difficult for father. To help cope with the grief of losing his wife, and also the stress of raising two boys, he sent money for his mother-in-law to come and stay with them. While she never got the chance to see her daughter one last time before she passed, she at least got to spend time with her grandsons and help them grieve her loss. At first, Erik was resistant towards her moving in with the family, but over time they developed a close bond.

Growing up, grandmother would teach him and his brother all sorts of things, from cooking and gardening, but also how to play mahjong or how to cheat at cards. Most importantly, however, she taught both boys how to fight. After all, many years ago she'd been a wushu master, a skill she also passed down to her daughter. But Erik never knew about this until after his mother died, because she had refused to teach them.

So that's how they passed their days.

While father was away at work, Erik and Johnny were learning how to gamble and throw punches. They grew older, and their skills grew sharper. At one point grandmother encouraged their father to let them enter competitions, a suggestion he vehemently denied, insisting that their education was more important. He had always been a typically strict man, but mother's death had changed him. After years of sacrifice, giving up everything he had to move to a new country where he hardly knew the language, he became increasingly insistent that his sons build better futures for themselves.

Not only was father strict, he was also very cold. There were no words of praise or encouragement when Erik or Johnny made any sort of achievements at school. No celebrations, no pats on the back. That was grandma's duty, and while she did her best to fill that gap, it was never quite the same.

The only thing that mattered to father was whether or not they went to university and pursued well-paying professions. Something his brother Johnny had no trouble doing.

Erik, on the other hand, not so much. He wasn't rebellious by any means, but he was a considerably lazy teenager who lacked any motivation to apply himself in the classroom. This became the source of several heated arguments between him and his father that escalated over time - of which grandmother always mediated. He did eventually attend a state school for a year and a half after high school, but then one day he came home and announced that he had dropped out and joined the army. And his father went ballistic.

This was 2004. Erik was nineteen. Young and stupid and a complete idiot - the very exact words his father used. Why can't you be more like your brother? He has a full ride scholarship to MIT. He'll be an engineer with a good future. What are you going to do in the army, huh? Your mother and I didn't sacrifice everything we had for you to get blown up in another country.

But by then it was too late. Erik had already signed the recruitment papers. His father had no choice but to accept his decision.

Over the course of the next few years, Erik trudged his way through the ranks. The training was difficult, and it took time for him to adjust to the strict regimen, but overall it didn’t take long for him to excel at whatever task his superiors threw at him.

While he worked his way through sniper school, he occasionally received small tidbits of news from home from his grandmother. Johnny graduated university, found a job, got married. Meanwhile, Erik was busy training, preparing to be sent overseas.

The hardest news, however, came a few years later when he was halfway through a fifteen month deployment. This time it wasn't his grandmother that called, but his brother, informing him that father had died. Throat cancer - no thanks to decades of cigarette smoking. The news hit hard. But Erik was thousands of miles away at war, and had no other choice but to compartmentalize his grief.

Years passed. Grandmother was still living in the family house in Chicago. Johnny was busy raising his family in California - Pasedena, to be exact. And when the time came around for him to renew his contract, Erik chose to reenlist for yet another round of active duty despite his brother urging him to return home.

And then it happened, the very thing his father warned about.

He got blown up, resulting in several traumatic injuries (see: several broken bones, including his hip), thus putting an abrupt end to his military career.

Making the switch from life as a soldier to civilian was especially difficult for him. He missed the comradery, the structured routine. In the army, he had a purpose. A cause to fight for that was greater than oneself. But back home, things were different. Rather than accepting the offer to move in with his brother and his family, he chose to return to Chicago. Spent the next few months doing a whole lot of nothing, just sitting around the house drinking, watching old Chinese movies with grandmother (who was honestly a saint at helping him readjust to normal life), playing mahjong with her to kill the time. All the while he slipped deeper and deeper into depression.

Then the dark came. And everything changed.

Maybe it was a deep sense of newfound purpose, or maybe it was simply sheer fucking boredom, but Erick started hunting after that. It started out slow - almost like a silly little hobby. He'd leave the house for hours at a time, carrying his rifle in tow. Found a spot to hide somewhere in the city and picked off as many vampires as he could. He operated on his own like this for months, occasionally getting into close-combat scraps with vampires, but always finding a way out of it.

It was during the course of that first year when he noticed the group. Initially they were just what appeared to be a father daughter pair. Old Man and Blondie, he called them. Then over time, he spotted more individuals with them. Erik watched them curiously. Made an effort to help them in a few close calls, even. And then he’d watch from a distance as they stood around surprised, wondering where that fucking shot came from that just killed the vampire that was about to kill them not even ten seconds ago.

While he didn’t go out of his way to pinpoint their exact comings and goings, he did make a note to try and help them if they happened to cross paths. Which was surprisingly often - perhaps once every three or four weeks.

There was one particular winter he stopped hunting all together, though - issues with his hip, and all that. But by the time spring came around it was back to business as usual.

And then one day, they decided to track him down and pay him a friendly visit. And he’s been hunting with them ever since.

miscellaneous.

  • Fluent in English, Cantonese, and Mandarin.
  • His bones ache before rainfall.
  • Enjoys classic rock music, old school hip hop, and though he wont admit it out loud, he finds that old Chinese pop-songs bring him back to his childhood days.
  • Enjoys running. Or at least he used to, anyway.

family.


Johnny Chen Yu-tung - 41 - older brother - unknown
  • Mechanical engineer. Growing up Erik wanted to hate him but couldn't bring himself to do so. Even though they were different, they got along well, and Johnny always supported Erik with whatever he wanted to do with life. He often encouraged him to try and mend things over with father, and there are times when Erik wished he'd listened to him more.
Ling - 85 - grandmother - alive
  • A sweet old lady that cares deeply for her grandson, but is also shrewd and sassy, with incredibly sharp wit. A former wushu master, and in great physical shape for her age. Isn't afraid to kick somebody's ass if she needs to. Is delighted by visitors and enjoys hosting the group whenever they decide to stop by.
  • Her english is still very broken, even after living in America all these years.
Mei Mei - age unknown - alive
  • A stray cat his grandmother adopted.

How and when did they join the group?
"The short version? I killed a vampire that was about to sink their fangs into one of their members. I guess they figured out where the shot came from. Scoped the place out. Found an old crumbled up [liquor] store receipt that must've fallen out of my back pocket and tracked me down that way." He lets out a small laugh. "Kind of an impressive bit of sleuthing, if you ask me."
Do they trust everyone in the group?
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Do they think they have a chance at taking down the vampires?
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Koethe
franklin
sharp
persona
&
attributes
virtues
vices
backstory
&
questions
name.
Franklin Sharp
nickname.
Frank
age.
34
dob.
Nov 16
gender.
Male (he/him)
sexuality.
Bisexual
occupation.
Detective
role.
The In-Between
"You got a taste for blood when you were licking your own wounds."
eyes.
blue
hair.
muddy blond
height.
6'2"
distinguishing features.
a crooked nose and a lopsided grin
scars.
a nasty gouge around his neck from the attempted turning
faceclaim.
Dan Stevens
overview.
Everything is a joke to Frank. Honestly, he'd like for it not to be. Yet, coping was not laced in his bones or gifted to him in blood. So, dry wit and a tendency to mouth off is his modus operandi. He will tell you that the current predicament he's in means nothing. "Water off a duck's back... what the fuck does that mean anyway?" Yet, he'd be lying if there wasn't this static anxiety in his chest that never seems to go away. And he's a bit too chicken shit to ask the vampire if that's the norm or if he's truly that broken.
"My brain has no heart. My heart has no brain. That's why when I speak my mind I seem heartless, and when I do what's in my heart I seem thoughtless."
likes.
that comfort that putting a cigarette against his lips, canceling plans, clicking a pen rapidly in his hand, rolling his eyes when people get annoyed, bad karaoke with a good buzz, and cracking a window on a crisp day.

dislikes.
bossy people, the smell of soured trash, ants, smug ass liars, loud noises, whispering, being woken up at 4AM for no good reason, Billy Joel music, and corpses.

strengths.
pragmatic, honest, curious, street smart, creative when it comes to solutions to complex problems, a reliable confidant, morally flexible, a good sleuth

weaknesses.
doubts himself, treats that doubt like it's no big deal, lets it cripple him during tense moments, a lot of his "creative solutions" involve lighting something on fire, nosy as all hell, will hold a grudge til the end of time, can't swim

fears.
That everything he has done, every virtue he has tried to uphold, and every vice he has turned down, has been for nothing. That his soul is truly gone. And when he dies, he'll be snuffed out of the world like a stiff wind across a flame--nothing lost.
composure
"It takes a lot of dignity to crawl around in the shit and not quit." While Frank may not be a beacon of altruism, he does not bend when people apply pressure. He doesn't hide his code behind a sweet smile. Instead, he tells you what crosses a line and what doesn't.
candor
"Look, I don't need my words to be edible, so there's no need to sugarcoat them." You want the truth, you ask Frank. He won't flavor it in useless platitudes. Instead, he'll tell you exactly how he sees things. He won't be unnecessarily harsh unless you seem lost in your fantasy.
morally flexible
"I get it; you don't want to get your hands dirty. Mine are already filthy. Not literally... I take personal hygiene seriously." He was OK with working for vampires as long as it meant his prolonged life. It's fair to say that his morals don't swing one way or another in a hard direction. Does that mean he'll sell out his comrades in arms? No. He's not a coward. He'll steal candy from kids if it means it gets the job done.
addict
"It's either smoke this cigarette, or I start fiending for your blood. How do I get it out? I think I have a letter opener? " It's fair to say that addiction runs in Frank's family. He's managed to circumvent it with work and cigarettes. Yet, amid his weird half-life, it's gotten even worse. Don't expect him to be able to concentrate if he's jonesing.
self-sabotaging
"I'm a louse of a person, so I deserve to live like one. To feed off the shine of everyone else." No one can put Frank down like he can. His life has been nothing but hollow accomplishments and bitter successes. So, he can't imagine a world where he emerges from a situation smelling of roses. No, it's going to mess up at some point.
callousness
"Everything we've ever loved or cherished has gone to shit. Why even try to find a silver lining?" Frank calls it "being a realist," but he's unnecessarily insensitive. There may be a nugget of truth in there somewhere, but it has the power to put someone in a shitty mood before they can find the positivity.
"Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?"

history.
Jonathan Sharp constantly looked for a better life at the bottom of a beer bottle. He never found one, but that didn't mean he didn't try again--and again and again. One day, when he lowered the bottle, his wife, Martha Sharp, and his son, Franklin Sharp, were gone. He never heard from them again. Yet, no matter how far Franklin ran from his father's shadow, it still stretched before him and coalesced with his own. Jonathan Sharp used to be one of the most well-regarded detectives in his territory, and he was known for catching the Red Curse Ripper. His downfall came in the form of bucking against the wrong people. You see, Jonathan Sharp had a heart of gold but a spine made of putty. The moment he was assigned to desk work, he conceded without another word. As much as Franklin didn't want to be the man, he inherited Jonathan's love of solving puzzles.

Franklin, called Frank by his friends, graduated with his criminology degree. He barely scraped by. Not because he wasn't intelligent enough to achieve honors but because cramped classrooms and the droning of professors did little to stimulate his mind. He then graduated from the Police Academy and quickly rose in the ranks. His sergeant would always say, "Good to see another Sharp in the force; just don't try the shit your father did." The shit his father did, turned out to be a case that he was compiling against a few head honchos in PD. They had been abusing their power like no one else. While many had retired, died, or both, their legacy remained intact. So, Frank did the exact thing he said he never would--his shadow practically became his father's. He got much further than Jonathan, getting internal affairs involved before he was "disgraced" and kicked from the force.

It took a lot for Franklin not to transform into a barfly that hovered around the corpse of his dead career. Instead, he got his private detective license. It wasn't glamorous work, but at least he didn't have to worry about the abuse of power within his office. His coworker, a bird named Hemingway, harassed him daily--but he was able to bribe him with seed and apples. Hemingway was the product of a strange case about a hoarder. No one would take the bird. Suddenly, Franklin was no longer an utterly alone bachelor. Occasionally, he considered dating, but every time he stood in front of the mirror and tried to find something redeemable about his appearance or mannerisms--he'd disgust himself. This was probably for the best. Because in the next couple of years, The Dark began.

Chattel, livestock, food, and blood bags were all words for what humans were now. Yet, there were a few that served a higher purpose. Though "higher" is a very subjective word. Frank was tapped to use his sleuthing skills to find dirt on vampires from other vampires. There were always these little webs of intrigue and backstabbing that Frank didn't give a shit about, but they were lucrative. Of course, after doing this for a while, he should have expected that his lack of autonomy would finally come to bear. He wasn't his own person--he was property.

Frank was investigating a vampire called Honorée Cousineau for another vampire whose name is not essential in this story. Unfortunately, it was a trap Frank should have known he was walking into. Using his signature "fuck things up until there's so much chaos I can escape or die trying," he managed to cause lasting damage to Honorée's entourage. Yet, he also sustained lasting damage to himself. He figured this was the end of his story. It was a miserable way to go out, but at least he hadn't drunk himself into a jaundiced bloated corpse. Instead, Honorée found Frank to be wildly interesting. She figured she had some open spots in her entourage, and she could use someone with flexible morals enough to work for vampires and a keen eye to find flaws in vampiric systems. She locked him in her "shoe" closet and kept him there for two days, feeding him blood and draining his. On the third day, the last day before he turned completely, Honorée didn't arrive. Frank was vaguely aware of the passage of time; noise from outside would rise and fade with the beginning and end of each "day." Maybe she'd gotten bored of him or had other plans. Frank found a stiletto with a metal heel. He'd heard of the torment of the half-changed, and he didn't want to experience that. He pressed the metal heel against his neck and held it there. Inevitably, he passed out--too chicken shit to end it all.

To say that he was surprised that his body didn't succumb to death was an understatement. Yet, not everything felt right. He couldn't feel his heart underneath his flesh; his organs felt rearranged, poking and curling in places they shouldn't be. His ribs felt like they were grinding into his hips, his lungs in the pit of his stomach, and his throat no longer connected to the rest of his body. Every movement was strange, as there was a fluidity to them there hadn't been before. Yet, with an unnatural need clawed at the back of his throat. That need was able to pull him from the darkness of his exhaustion and pain, and he tried to escape his "prison." The door was locked, yet when he applied a bit of force, the handle crumpled against the effort. Frank stumbled into a bedroom he had no memory of ever passing. A massive heart-shaped bed sat in the middle like a monument to a trashy class. The sheets were torn and ripped, and there was blood a bit everywhere--across the marble floors, along the painted white walls, and even on the vaulted ceiling. Furniture was broken all around him, and there was a desiccated corpse flung over the bed. Frank wanted to walk over to it and check to see if it was Honorée. Yet, his body walked him to the blood splatter that painted the wall. He licked it without thinking about what he was doing. Frank pulled away, disgusted at himself and the urge that consumed him. He needed blood.

This half-life crushed everything Frank had ever held dear. There were powerful, mean urges in his body, but they were tempered by his very human thoughts. He didn't know what to make of it. That confusion led him to a group that operated out of a Catholic Church. He was more than happy to offer his services, connections, and abilities in exchange for an answer to one question: "What the fuck was he?"

How and when did you join the group?
"Look, you're askin' me to give up my sources?" He chuckles dryly. "It'd be social, and well fuck, physical suicide to disclose this." He waves gently at his body as if that explains anything. "So, I wasn't goin' to ask any vampires, and humans had no idea. And I know better than most that there are canaries that will gladly sing to their oppressors for a few crumbs of acknowledgment. So, I had to find someone... somewhere... that could help me out. You turn over so many rocks you eventually get noticed by someone wonderin' why you're so interested in those rocks. That's how I ended up in the group. Which was around... three years ago?"
Do you trust everyone in the group?
"I don't know any of 'em from Adam or Eve. So, no." He then brings up a finger as if pausing himself in mid-thought. "That bein' said, there has to be a baseline level of trust for any of this to work out. Yet, if they feed my ego, I'll trust 'em more. What? What part of 'morally flexible' don't people understand?"
Can you take down the vampires?
"All of 'em? Probably not. I mean, this whole thing has to do with... magic. Right? I can't believe I'm sayin' 'magic' and 'vampires.' both words make sense in this day and age. I was just worried there might be another recession, not eternal night and things with fangs." He frowns. "I guess I'm a 'thing with fangs,' but I don't wanna talk about that. The simple answer is no. Complicated answer: why not try to succeed? You can't give up before you start."
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