Fantasy Vampire Soulmates CS

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[apolla]

Name: Lucille Vaughn
Nickname: Lucy
Age: 22
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Human
Height: 5'2

Personality:
(+) nurturing
(+) empathetic
(+) compassionate
(-) argumentative (moreso when backed into a corner)
(-) puts others first
(-) opinionated

Bio: Lucy was born second into the Vaughn family, after her older brother Matt. Matt was always getting himself into trouble, and from a young age, Lucy was always the more well-behaved one. The good girl who never got into trouble, whereas Matt just kept going down a bad path the older they got. Their dad got sick when Lucy was barely a teenager, and their mom couldn't handle it. She dipped, and Lucy ended up taking on the more maternal role in the home, making sure her father was taken care of and her brother stayed out of prison after his countless bad decisions. When the invite for the ball came in the mail, she initially tossed it. But her father found it and insisted she go.

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[SavannahSmiles]

Ophelia Beaumont

# vampire

# Kim Min-jeong

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[2amSnow]

Samantha "Sam" F. Hollis

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Age: 23
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Human
Height: 5'5

Bio:
Samantha Hollis, only daughter of Harry and Felicity Hollis, has never really had any serious life tribulations or traumas. That is until two weeks after she turned 22, when her 21 younger brother Wyatt's death shook Sam's entire world. Wyatt was her best friend. it was especially hard for her to grapple with the truth she had to live with for the rest of her life; the cause of his death was an accidental overdose at the party he convinced Sam to let him tag along to. Once an exuberant social butterfly who made friends everywhere she went, Sam stopped attending college parties and kick-backs with her friend group, instead choosing to focus on her studies. Now with a bone to pick with the world, Sam can be a little sharp-tongued and skeptical. However, those who've secured a spot in her heart would say she is one of the kindest, most caring people they've ever known. Something she would never admit or show to the world, Sam has an incredibly addicting singing voice, though the only place she comfortably uses it is in her shower or bedroom---with the door closed.

Personality:
Skeptical, reserved, sarcastic, honest, warm, naturally kind-hearted ~
When her guards come down she is incredibly warm, gentle, and has a certain calmness to her energy. There is something very inviting and comforting about her presence.

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

Aelius Alex Winters

# Vampire

# Hyunjin

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Criminal

Britney Spears

Vampire Royalty

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Aelius Alex Winters

Age

Twenty-Three (Appearance)

Gender

Cis-Male

Sexuality

Omnisexual

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Aelius is a figure carved from silence, a man who drifts through the royal halls with all the presence of a ghost and none of the warmth of the living. His face is rarely touched by emotion, his expression a permanent blank slate that reveals nothing to those around him. It’s not that he fears attention—he simply finds it beneath him. To be observed is to be vulnerable, and Aelius has no desire to be laid bare for anyone’s curiosity. Yet, there is a subtle tell in him: when someone manages to intrigue him, whether through wit, boldness, or sheer defiance, a fleeting smile may break through his cold exterior. That smile is rare, but it is the clearest indication that Aelius is watching—and that, in itself, can be either a gift or a threat.

Despite his preference for isolation, Aelius possesses an unintentional charm that borders on dangerous. His words, often blunt or casually spoken, have a way of flustering others without him ever meaning to. What he sees as simple honesty tends to land with unintended weight, brushing too close to intimate or suggestive for comfort. His curiosity is sharp and constant, driving him to seek out the quietest corners of the estate, where his mind can wander freely without interruption. That doesn’t mean he avoids others entirely—he can hold a conversation when necessary—but it’s clear that he views most interactions as a transaction, something to endure rather than enjoy. It’s only in the company of those who defy rules and refuse to be tamed that Aelius feels any real spark of interest.

Aelius embraces his nature as a vampire with unapologetic ease. He has no shame in being seen mid-feed, the crimson stain on his lips serving as a warning rather than a source of embarrassment. For him, feeding is survival, and anyone who catches him in the act is welcome to either flee or stay—though the latter rarely ends well. His distaste for unnecessary disturbances is balanced by a deep-rooted streak of sadism, a dark enjoyment in toying with those who challenge his patience. Yet, for all his sharp edges, Aelius is drawn to the rebellious and fearless—those who spit in the face of danger rather than shrink from it. It’s in their recklessness that he sees something worth breaking his silence for, even if only for a moment.

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Aelius had been a vampire for a decent amount of time, however, his past still clings to him like a problem that is never solved. I's dusty-like a book in the library that was forgotten-because of how long it had been. Originally, his mind had fogged when he was first turned into a vampire, which leads to why he doesn't have a clear memory, but he still knows how things went. Things grew worse as he 'lived' on, though, mostly because of his new found family. A coven, not for witches, but for vampires; him included. A built family that isn't stable in any way.

When he was a human, his family was one that departed into the trees. A wood carpenter for his father, and a mother who learned to keep a cottage clean. The moon in the night sky was most prominent for where they settled, and yet, his relatives held no fear. Aelius gained strength from the daily labor he was told to do every sunrise to sundown. The main task was helping the family thrive, and so they did. But disaster stroke when he and his dad decided to go out at midnight for some hunting. Aelius wasn't that hesitant to go, and so, while plucking some berries a flash of something shadowy appeared. He hadn't seen it, until it was too late.

Shrill cries came from through out the forest, the same one of his parent that had accompanied Aelius. He was stunned, and frozen into place. But he wasn't spared. Fangs met with skin, nails as long as elderwood branches clawing at bloodied patches, and eyes...eyes so bright as scarlet. However, while on the brink of death, there was something that awakened in him. Another vampire had appeared amidst this battle, and swept Aelius away for the greater good. That's when he met his new chained kin, and those who explained how he was no longer the same species he was before. In the mean time of adjusting to new life, he was given a token. A jewelry piece. A pair of earrings, both enhanced to protect from a certain amount of sunlight.

What's more to say is that Aelius was now royalty. Odd, he had been a man who was in the woods. Yet now he was reformed into a new being. Now he was always creeping in the halls with long silky ropes or even tight scripts hanging over his words. A dining table, two seats for the head mistress and mister, and then five seats for the cradled children. He was stuck between reality and nightmares, the scene of the once dark night of being turned into the monster he is now replaying over and over again. He changed, completely, enough to be that Aelius was not some optimistic person with a bright outlook, but rather, one who viewed death as an escape.

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[Daylight Fantasy]

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  #fc: kamijo

  Chikara Faulkner

  moonlit night

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  kamijo
  
  

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  stares of into the distance ...
  
  

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  vampire
  
  

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  omnisexual
  
  

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  personality: Composed, reserved, and pragmatic; these are the three words that their most trusted companions. They is a polite individual, respectful to even those they would consider their enemy. Chikara finds no joy nor purpose in war, preferring to settle arguments through words and understanding each point of view of the opposing parties.
  
  It is hard to tell what Chikara’s personality is at a glance other than they were a cold and expressionless person. They are calm, especially under pressure and are extremely humble. They used to be a passionate individual with a sassy personality but they have seen the rises and falls of time, wearing them down with their energetic personality.
  
  bio: Chikara was put on this world as another, nameless vagabond, wandering in the ancient ruins with no family nor guardian that they could recall. They had seen the destruction the emperors left that the rest under them tried to fix, spending their childhood wandering through the ancient ruins, avoiding the many dangers and monsters that lurked in the shadows. But their memory was hazy, only holding tiny details of their past.
  
  They remembers a memory of a time they was human. The sky was dark, shadows were casted on the ground. Fear struck their entire being. Chikara never knew they was afraid of the dark. After all, they have faced the sun sink into the horizon more than enough that they doesn't have a reason to fear. However, today was different. Swift movement suddenly dashed around the shadows before they felt two points on their skin being pushed forcefully by sharp, canine teeth before it penetrates their skin. And from that moment on, it felt like their senses have shifted.
  
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  -Chikara has an odd fascination with birds.
  -Chikara does NOT take good care of their hair. It is often tangled and dirty.
  -Chikara is a bit of a kleptomaniac and an aggressive jewelry collector.

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[Autumn_Leaf]

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Yeva Petryk

❛ Vampire ❜

Old Doll

Bluerra-sai

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  Yeva Petryk
  

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  The Rat
  

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  23
  

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  Standing at 5'4", they have a striking presence despite their smaller frame. Their dark brown hair cascades past their shoulders in a slightly unkempt yet effortlessly cool style. Their eyes, framed by sharp, defined brows, hold an intensity that is only amplified by the dark eyes. Snake bites accentuate their lower lip, a septum ring rests snugly in their nose, and large gauge earrings stretch their lobes, adding to their alternative aesthetic.
  
  Their skin, pale and smooth, serves as a canvas for an intricate array of black and grey tattoos. Stylized depictions of plants weave their way up their arms and hands, creating an almost organic sleeve of creeping vines, delicate petals, and twisting branches. The ink extends across their body, a testament to both their love for nature and an appreciation for bold, illustrative art.
  
  Their clothing leans toward the dark and oversized, draping their frame in fabrics that add to their aura of mystery. There's an effortless edge to them—part punk, part ethereal, as if they exist somewhere between shadow and light.
  

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  • trait 1: Loyal to those she is close with
  • trait 2: Introspective
  • trait 3: Carries a strong sense of inner fortitude

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  • trait 1: Impulsive
  • trait 2: Loves to push others buttons
  • trait 3: Short fuse

  likes

  People watching. Playing the Violin. Plants and mushrooms. Quiet mornings with warm coffee.
  

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  Strong Artificial Scents. Unsolicited advice. Fake personalities.
  

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  Oblivion.
  
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  Yeva was born in Kyiv, Ukraine, the only child of loving parents who built their modest success from the ground up. They owned a small but thriving café and plant shop, a cozy sanctuary nestled between the old and the new, where the scent of fresh coffee mingled with the earthy aroma of soil and blooming greenery. It was a place of warmth, a reflection of their simple yet fulfilling life.
  
  Yeva’s childhood was stable, if not idyllic. She spent her days between school and the shop, tending to delicate herbs, wiping down tables, and greeting customers with a soft, knowing smile. She was a bright student—sharp, curious, ambitious. She had a passion for growth, in more ways than one, which led her to pursue agricultural science once she left primary and secondary school. When she wasn’t studying, she poured herself into music, her violin becoming an extension of her emotions, a voice for things she couldn’t always say. She painted, she laughed, she lived. But life has a way of unraveling when you least expect it.
  
  When college began, things changed. At first, she thrived—aceing her courses, still stopping by home when she could, still dreaming of the future. But distance creates fractures, and as her childhood friends scattered across different schools, she found herself lost in the silence. New faces, new temptations. It started with small acts of rebellion—a skipped class here, a late night out there. Then came the drinking, the reckless decisions, the kind of people who promised excitement at the cost of stability. And then there was him.
  
  A boy with a dangerous charm, the kind who made bad choices look like adventure. He introduced her to things she swore she’d never touch, substances that dulled the guilt and sharpened the thrill. The spiral was slow at first, a descent masked as freedom, until the debts started piling up. It was easy to pretend it wasn’t real, that the people they owed money to were nothing more than shadowed threats in the distance. Until one of them made good on their warning.
  
  It was supposed to be a break—a chance to return home, breathe in the familiar scents of coffee and earth, let her parents dote on her as if she were still their little girl. But the past follows, no matter how far you run.
  
  The attack happened at night. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. One moment, she was in the kitchen, laughing at something her father said. Next, the door was forced open. Chaos. Shouting. A flash of steel. And then the blood. She doesn’t remember when her father hit the floor, or when her mother screamed, or when the air turned thick with death. She just remembers the pain. A deep, searing wound tearing through her gut as she collapsed next to the counter she had wiped clean a thousand times.
  
  The world blurred—smoke, fire, footsteps fading into the cold night. The bastard had fled, leaving nothing but bodies in his wake. Yeva crawled. Hands shaking, dragging herself through broken glass and shattered memories. She pulled herself out of the burning wreckage that had been her home, her parents' dream, her entire world. The weight of it all crushed her, and yet she still reached— out into the empty street, past the blood staining her fingers, past the guilt, past the regret.
  
  She called for help, gasping through sobs, her voice cracking like a dying ember. And someone answered. Not a man. Not a savior. A vampire. He emerged from the darkness, his gaze cool, calculating, yet undeniably intrigued. He knelt beside her, fingers tracing her wound with the detached curiosity of someone who had seen countless deaths before hers. "Do you wish to live?" It wasn’t mercy. It was an offer. "Do you wish to be better?"
  
  Yeva had nothing left. No family. No future. Just the weight of her mistakes, the agony of knowing this was her fault. And the rage. Oh, the rage—burning hotter than the pain in her stomach. She didn’t hesitate. She drank.
  
  Everything after that was a blur. The warmth of life slipping away, replaced by the cold grip of something else. A snap. A sharp, clean break. Then silence. When she awoke, the world was different. Sharper. Colder. Hungrier. She was no longer in the ruins of her home, but in a grand estate—the family’s mansion, the coven’s home. The vampire who turned her had given her what he promised: a second chance, a new purpose, a place among them. But she quickly learned that nothing comes without a price.
  
  Vampirism was no gift. It was a prison wrapped in silk and luxury. And revenge? Revenge was easy. Finding the man who took everything from her was a simple task, tracking him, hunting him, ending him. And yet, when his life bled out before her, when he gasped and reached for mercy the way she once had… It meant nothing. Killing him didn’t bring back her parents. It didn’t restore the home she destroyed, nor the girl she used to be. It only left her emptier.
  
  Now, three years later, Yeva wears the weight of her choices like an elegant cloak. She pushes boundaries, testing people, poking, prodding, waiting to see who fights back. She acts on impulse because thinking too long leads to memories she’d rather forget. She’s loyal to those who earn it, but trust is a scarce currency, and few ever hold it for long. She’s not sure if she was saved that night, or if she simply became something else entirely.
  
  But one thing is certain—no matter how gilded the cage, a cage is still a cage.
  
  
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[queanbean]

Name: Ciara Thanh Martin
Age: 20
Pronouns: She/They
Sexuality: Pansexual Fem-lean
Species: Human
Height: 5'11"

Personality: Cool, calm, quiet, elegant. May come off as rude or uninterested. Certainly no inner conflicts with this one.
Love language: Physical touch.
Fear: Losing herself, the unknown.

Likes: Shade on a summer day, long skirts and sewing them. Staying up late. Bitter coffee.
Dislikes: Flashing lights, fireworks, hard cookies, long car rides, and missing the shot.

Backstory: Thanh Nha was adopted by her missionary mother and military-based father at the age of 2 from Da Nang, Vietnam. She doesn't possess too many memories of the early days, nor what life she had experienced before the orphanage, if any. Truthfully, Ciara doesn't feel much of a connection to the culture of her birth, besides what remains as her middle name, Thanh. Being raised in a military family didn't leave a lot of room for alternative thought - she moved often, attended church on Sundays and Wednesdays, and was homeschooled for most of her primary education. It was... normal, for the most part. She found her father strict but caring, and her mother devoted and sophisticated (there had been a lot of competition for the most put-together among other wives on base).

She isn't shy, but she is quiet, and making friends never came too easily, even once her family stagnated and she was able to attend a private Catholic school. Ciara learned a lot there. She devoured mathematics, excelled in individual sport - archery and sharpshooting - which still serve as her passions, and discovered curious little things about herself, like the way she felt when meeting the glassy brown gaze of another girl. Nicole...

Anyway, post high school, Ciara's family was on the move again. Rather than try and attend university in person and be away from her aging parents whom she had formed an unconscious dependency on, she opted for pursuing a computer science degree online. It felt more comfortable to be home. She could continue participating in the athletic hobbies she had come to love, whether it be the range with her (mostly) retired father or alone with her bow in the backyard. She didn't have to address any of the thoughts worrying her. Things were peaceful for a while, as they had always been.

 

[animegirl20]

CLARA FRANCIS

• 𝐁 𝐀 𝐒 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒.
• 𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘.
• 𝐇 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘.

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  Clara Marie Francis
  
  Age:
  20
  
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  She/Her
  
  Sexuality:
  Straight
  
  Species:
  Human
  
  Height:
  5'6"
  
  
  
• Creative & Expressive – Art is her true passion, and she pours all of her emotions into her work. Whether it’s painting, sketching, or designing, Clara uses art as a way to communicate when words fail her.
  
  Shy & Unsocial – She’s a bit withdrawn and struggles with socializing. Large crowds make her nervous sometimes, and Clara often prefers solitude or small, close-knit groups. She has trouble expressing her feelings directly. Though if she's really comfortable with someone, they get to see a whole other side to her. That's more talkative, upbeat, and expressive.
  
  Determined & Passionate – While she may be quiet in social settings, Clara’s incredibly driven when it comes to things she loves. If she sets her mind to something, Clara won’t back down. Her dedication to art makes her shine in her own unique way.
  
  Rebellious in Spirit – Despite being introverted, she has a strong will and won’t conform just to fit in. Clara dislikes people who try to control her creativity or try to force her to do things she doesn't want to do. Though she can be a doormat sometimes. But if she’s passionate about something, Clara will fight for it, even if she has to do it in her own quiet, stubborn way. Though she will speak up if she has the strong desire to. But once Clara gets really angry, she will not hold back and will tell you right off. But it does take her a while to get to that point, unless, of course, you're really close to her or know what buttons to press.
  
  Awkward but Endearing – She often struggles with small talk and social situations, making her come off as distant or aloof. However, when Clara opens up, she’s incredibly sweet, thoughtful, and deeply loyal to those she cares about.
  
  Emotional Depth – Beneath her reserved nature, Clara feels everything deeply. Her emotions, whether joy, sorrow, or frustration, are reflected in her art. Those who take the time to understand her will see just how vibrant her inner world is. She's also the type to cuss you out in her head but never say it to your face, unless she's triggered
  
  
  
• Clara has lived a pretty normal life. Clara's parents own a sweet shop called Forevermore. It's get pretty good business and Clara and her little sister Raven would help out in the shop a lot growing up. School was ok, sure, she had her bullies here and there, but nothing noteworthy. She had few close friends that she is still in contact with to this day. After high school, she went to school to major in art. She's not quite sure what she wants to do with her art, but as of right now, she just does commissions and posts her artwork on Instagram. So yeah, she's pretty much been living a completely normal life, and she likes it just the way it is. Though recently she got a invite to a mascaraed ball. Does she wanna go? Hell no. Is she going? Yep, her friends are making her. Her very normal complacent life is about to get a lot more interesting.
  
  
  

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[taliaangeni]

Name: Aleksandr Kotov
FC: Alex Storm
Age: 22 (h)
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Vampire
Height: 6’2

Personality:
Past: Happy, Honorable, Adventurous, Charming
Current personality: Moody, depressed, pessimistic. Yearns to be human.

Bio: Alek was born into the nobility of 18th-century Russia, surrounded by wealth, privilege, and the kind of status that could shape any future he desired. As the eldest son, the weight of responsibility lay heavy upon his shoulders, but at twenty-one, he had other aspirations. His family had arranged a marriage with a wealthy family to solidify their status in the war-torn land, their combined fortunes meant to protect both. However, Alek wasn’t drawn to his fiancée; he didn’t long for the idea of a life spent producing heirs and managing a household. His heart was restless. He wanted adventure, the chance to explore the world, far from the duties that awaited him as the heir.

Duty had a way of shaping his path. The lavish wedding was all but planned when fate cruelly intervened. One dark, rainy evening, after an evening of laughter and drinks, Alek, his mother, and his fiancée set out for the theater. They never made it. As Men overtook their carriage, Alek did his best to protect both women but they were torn from him. One man was on him, biting at his throat, claws digging into his skin. His life was slipping from him as the man was ripped from him, tearing the skin at his throat. His vision blurred as his life drained away, the world spinning in chaos. The last thing he heard were voices, too quick and too harsh for him to understand, before darkness took him.

When he awoke, a woman stood over him, her voice soft yet ominous. She told him he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was the only one who survived. The horror of the attack soon became clear. Alek could now hear the blood rushing through the arteries of every living being around him. His newfound instincts screamed for him to tear into the necks of the helpless, to feed on their life essence.

Unable to return to the world he once knew, Alek joined the woman and her coven. Sometimes he would drift away from the coven, telling himself it was the same desire for adventure he had once had as a human. But with each passing century, the world seemed darker, and the burden of immortality weighed heavier. His restless thoughts and gloomy mind pulled him back, as the world around him grew more troubling with each passing year.

 

[Peckinou]

Name: Qinvell Vinskelta
Age: 23 (H)
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Vampire
Height: 5'8
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Personality:
- Cheerful
-Teasing
- Logical
- A tad sadistic
Bio: Qinvella was born in Hungary, Nyírbátor sometime around the 16th Century to a family who served as Castle Servants to a local house, Qinvella naturally went on to learn the families trade assisting in their parents duties before eventually taking up their mantel and fully following in their footsteps. However one day while working a night shift for the Lady of the House, she knocked unconscious, when she woke up, she noticed how different she felt, and that she was taken to a private room where a woman had explained to her, her shifted transformation and offered to her the chance to serve her, in exchange for taking care and teaching her. The Offer was accepted by Qinvella who served the lady for nearly a Century before making enough of her own money to eventually set out on her own.

 

[JustAlexandra]

Tobias Crowe
(Tobi/Toby)

Age:
22

Pronouns:
He/Him

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Species:
Human

Height:
5’11

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Personality:
Extroverted, sociable, confident, spontaneous, competitive, curious, impulsive.

Bio:
Toby grew up in a single-parent household, his father having left before he could remember. His mother ran a cafe herself, with the help of her best friend, something his parents had started when they were still together but had been left to his mother when he never returned.

He grew up with the smell of coffee, the sound of food cooking on the griddle, and he was the best taste-tester around. He was always running around the cafe when he was young, having to get up early in the morning to go with his mother to open it. When he got older, he worked in the restaurant, too, and quickly became a customer favorite. He learned the regulars orders, always had a smile and a joke for anyone who needed it, and - by his own standards - brewed a mean cup of coffee.
This didn’t mean that Toby was a shut-in, though, his mother often encouraging him to hang out with friends instead of working in the shop in his afternoons. He loved a good party, bonfire, or anything else where he was surrounded by his peers. To him, life was good, and he’d prefer it to stay that way.​

 

[taliaangeni]

Mommy Vampire - Aine

Daddy Vampire - James