Fantasy Modern Fantasy - Literate/Detailed

[zooka]

I created a character a while back and I was reminded of her again today when I scrolled past her playlist on Spotify. I enjoy listening to music and developing playlists for certain characters as I think it really helps me nail down their personality. I thought I should create a post, see if I find the right partner and story to revive her with.

Spoiler: Lennon

Lennon Aubert
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Age: 21

Genre/Setting:

Modern Supernatural
Vampire Slayer​

Some people might consider it strange - possibly, probably, even insensitive - that Lennon had a favorite headstone. But this one really was special. Situated at the east end of the cemetery, it turned its face from the sun long before it became a trend in the town. Perhaps forgoing the traditional burying of the dead to face the rising sun had put a curse on the town, but it served Lennon well. That way, she didn't have to read the name or the dates on the grave marker, she could just rest her back against the cool stone and wait until the sun showed up like a particularly punctual employee at shift turnover.

It did a hell of a better job than she ever could and to this town, it was the unspoken symbol of safety. For being on such friendly terms with it, Lennon rarely got to enjoy the sun. It signaled a short trek to the station to report on any activity during the night and another short walk back to her apartment, both legs of the voyage made all the more enjoyable by chain smoking.

Really, that's the only time of day that she did it; literally using the dying light of one cigarette to light the next. Lennon didn't smoke on patrol and spent most of the rest of her time asleep, connecting with the cops on particularly troublesome cases, or training with the Foster.

Patrol was dangerous enough without the mind-numbing, sense-dulling bliss of a cigarette to distract her. Lennon had to switch up her route nightly and avoid any routine. As small as the town was, it had three cemeteries - and if all the bodies the town created actually stayed dead, it'd need even more. Lennon literally drew the name of which one she was going to hang around that night out of a hat on her way out the door. Sometimes she lurked around local bars, which were hotspots for feedings, but that held plenty of risks as well. She knew from experience that getting cornered in an alley by any more than two undead quickly became a fight for survival. Even one vampire was far from a walk in the park.

That's right. Lennon hunted vampires. And in her town, she had plenty of prey.

Thing is, no one really talked about it. The missing people. The dead bodies. Usually, people left as soon as they turned eighteen, but Lennon was 21 years old and she wasn't leaving anytime soon. She had moderate power with great responsibility. And, to adjust another cliche, she'd had said responsibility thrust upon her.

See, at age five, Lennon hid under the kitchen sink and when she came back out, the entire world was different.

Her mother burst into her room in the middle of the night and asked if she wanted to play hide-and-seek. Lennon was already awake because she was just as restless a child as she was an adult. She'd heard the doorbell ring and her father invite someone in - she thought maybe it was an uncle or something, but it was difficult to recognize the voice from all the way down the hall and through the door, despite the small size of the house. Thinking back, Lennon knew it must have been a newly-turned (ex)family member or her father wouldn't have invited them in at such a late hour.

"Not in your room though," her mother had said. Of course not. That was silly. The hiding spots in there were so obvious. Mother ushered her down the hallway and into the kitchen. She heard crashes in the living room. Her mother tucked her away behind the pipes, shoving aside household cleaners, and shut her away. The noise in the living room had stopped. Her mother was too scared to say goodbye, to give away Lennon's hiding spot. She shut the doors and ran back down the hallway, drawing all attention away from her temporary sanctuary.

Lennon's name came up once. Her mother lied, said she was at a sleepover. How strange for a Thursday night, but the intruder bought it. More crashes from the parents' bedroom, followed by an even heavier silence. The next thing she heard was footsteps, back out to the front door, followed by a grunt of surprise. She learned later that it was Devin, the aforementioned "Foster", efficiently ending the vampire's existence with a well-aimed bolt from a crossbow.

Why couldn't he have done it just a few minutes sooner? Perhaps that question weighed too heavily on all of them and explained why he didn't question that she'd never come to call him her "father", despite the fact that he became exactly that. The second he surveyed the scene, deduced that there had in fact been a child there that night, and eventually found her hiding under the sink. The second he reached his well-worn hand into the darkness of the cupboard. She didn't even question it, she just gripped it tightly and pulled herself out. And as soon as she stepped out, stood up, she knew. Her world had changed.

Devin Haroldson later told her that he saw something in her at that moment. Even young, he knew that she could take what the world was trying to dish her. It didn't mean she didn't cry, it didn't mean she didn't throw tantrums, and it didn't mean that she didn't rebel. But he knew that a darkness had burrowed into her as much as it hid her that night, and he could turn it into something productive.

Lennon wasn't the first kid he'd done this with and she wasn't the last. Most of them ended up dead or undead eventually. When she was fourteen, he took in another boy around the same age, Benjamin Casper. Lennon and Ben had been close, really close. When they turned 18, they struck out on their own, living together, patrolling together, slaying together.

Lennon was alone now, had been for a couple of years. Meaning their little adventure didn't have the happy ending they'd been hoping for.

But Lennon did fine on her own. She kept to her patrols, did some "private consultant" work for the local police department, and if that didn't put food on the table, she could always count on Devin. But she'd get something today after bullshitting a report for them regarding the vampire that she'd killed. Another missing person's case closed. A future missing person's case avoided, probably.

That morning, when she stepped into the station, Officer Jacob Diaz greeted her like he did every morning.

"What was it this time?" he asked. He was in his 30s, all business and tried to remain thoroughly unimpressed at all times, even as his eyes fell on the vertical split in her lower lip. The answer was obvious. She'd fought a vampire, that tended to get her a little punched in the face sometimes. But he always asked, simply because she had an amusing habit of making up a new story every time.

"The danger of texting and walking," Lennon told him with a shrug. She held one of her arms vertical and straight and she brought the heel of her other hand to collide with it. "Bam. Straight into a pole."

Jacob actually sniffed out a laugh at that one. "I almost believe you," he said. And though she didn't explain it, she slapped a wallet down on his desk. She didn't need to explain it. It held a driver's license belonging to the vampire she'd dusted - or, more accurately, the human that existed before they became a vampire. He nodded. He'd look into it. He always did.

And as per usual, she excused herself to the break room while he did his work. She drank some coffee, ate a donut, and read the paper until he came back in with a check, meaning that she had, in fact, found the body of a missing person's case - again, more accurately, she'd found their reanimated corpse and deanimated it.

Drinking coffee was stupid since she was going straight back to her apartment to get some shut eye, but she always did it. It was just a habit at this point. Like smoking. Which she also did on the walk to the ATM to deposit the check and also on the way home.

Finally, her feet found the sidewalk in front of her apartment. The sun was shining full force now, but all she could think about was a good day's sleep in her cozy loft where she lived rent-free, thanks to the fact that she'd saved the landlord's daughter from joining either the dead or the undead.

But something actually piqued her interest. A new guy. Looks like he'd just left her apartment building. Lennon raised a brow, rather openly appraising him as she neared. In a simpler world, she might have been checking him out, but that wasn't Lennon's world. She was trying to guess how long he'd last in a fucked up town like this.

Enjoy this list.

• Please be 18+. With darker, sometimes adult themes, I feel far more comfortable with that.
• I am open to roleplaying this here in a thread, a PM, or on a Discord Server - the organized channels thing is kind of my jam right now.
• I am open to doubling.
• I don't mind if you want to play another slayer, a vampire, a warlock... Anything from the modern fantasy drama is an option here. Even just a regular person who gets caught up in all of this nonsense. If we can make a story out of it, let's do it.
• That gave you a sense for my writing style. I'm looking for something that's going to be a little bit more detailed. I am in the mood for an RP where I need to really sit down and get in a headspace to write up a beautiful post.
• Coding isn't a requirement. I won't be writing up my posts in the format shown in the spoiler, but I have been craving an opportunity to work in song lyrics, some gifs and pictures... I kinda want to make a pretty thing.
• I like to get along with my partners. I like to share music, plot together, shoot the shit about my day, "imagine your OTP", all that jazz.
• I'm pathetically active on here, so I post pretty frequently, if you're in to that sort of thing.

 

[zooka]

Note: I am in the process of fixing my centerblock boo-boo. The spoiler should be readable soon. In the meantime, she's real cool, take my word for it. I would never lie to you, my oldest and dearest friend, about such a thing.

 

[zooka]

It's fixed! Go. Go and look. Click the spoiler in all of it's spoily glory.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

zooka
Sounds like a real artsy fartsy thing you got here. Hah, just kiddin' with ya. I could probably help craft something with you if ya wanted. Would most likely be along the lines of magic if it's fantasy oriented.

 

[Ericandmylastname]

Hey I'm pretty interested!

 

[Philomena Larouge]

Hello, please message me. We have much to discuss.

 

[Dreamer of stars]

Hello, please message me. We have much to discuss.

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