One x One Vamps in the city: A Blood Story

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Uh-yeah, here it is

 

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Iris Camille Ozera


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Likes:


•Apples


•Blood


•Naps


•Sex


•Jewelry


•O negative


Dislikes:


•Extremely bright lights


•Babies


• Her freckles


•Her natural red hair


•Try hards


•Being hungry


•Opera


Languages:


English


French


Italian


Gender:


Cis female


Sexuality:


Bisexual


Sexually Active:


Yup


Traits:


Flirty


Lewd


Sly


Aggressive


Imaginative


Age:


19


Eyes:


A muddy brown-green-grey hazel


Body:


5'8, quite curvaceous

 

[Dak Sevkla]

Jaedric Kaine

• Details
• Backstory

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  Name : Jaedric Kaine
  
  
  Species : Veter
  
  
  Age When Turned : 22
  
  
  True Age : 24
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Appearance :
  
  A young punk at heart, at least before the accident. Jaedric wears his dark black hair long and wild, usually with just a hint of matching eyeliner, at least when he's planning to go out. Of average height, he is thin but not aggressively so; instead he has the framework of a muscular body if he would only apply himself to it.
  
  
  Prefers dark clothing, although a nice pair of dark blue skinny jeans would come out from time to time. His eyes are a piercing green, with unkempt eyebrows darting this way and that above. While he may seem dark and mysterious to some, there is a clear unease to his movements and the way he speaks. Almost as if he's just one nudge from going off the deep end.
  
  
  
  
  Personality :
  
  Jaedric is still coming to terms with his death, and subsequent resurrection. He does not quite understand the repercussions of his actions and instead frequently goes after what feels good at the time. He is manipulative, brash, and overall a loose cannon.
  
  
  That being said, he does have a sort of moral code he carries himself by. He doesn't hurt the young on principle, although the age at which he considers someone 'young' seems to vary. He's soft on first approach, in an attempt to draw targets near. Believing he may be the strongest person in the world now, he barely backs down from a fight until it starts to go badly, although he hasn't met one that has yet.
  
  
  Close connections are few and far between, as he finds it difficult to not ravage everyone and everything that he comes in contact with. A very addictive personality, Jaedric has come to enjoy the hunt and kill more than the drugs he abused in his previous life.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Before Death :
  
  
  Jaedric was a punk. To everyone he met in fact. He was rude to his classmates, couldn't give two shits about his teachers, and failed out of highschool fairly early on. His parents tolerated him but never attempted to help; They would end up kicking him out of the house at 19 due to an attack on his younger sister. He lived on the streets for two years, doing odd jobs (Breaking and Entering, Theft, Brutal Beatdowns) for anyone who was hiring to keep himself afloat. But all the money he earned went into drugs. He was high every night, on anything he could get his hands on. He would go to a rave out in the woods, slipping MDMA to anyone he fancied. He was the life of the party here, the only place he ever felt wanted.
  
  
  He met a girl then. Beautiful, funny, and as much of a drug addict as he was. She came from money and had enough stashed away that they moved in together into a small apartment. Finally, he had a place to stay, a roof over his head. This only worsened his addictions. They would spend all day in bed, high on anything they could score to inject into their arms, any pills they could pop. Things were great. He'd finally found a real place where he was happy, where he was loved. Where he wasn't judged for what he was, an addict.
  
  
  It all came to a crashing halt when they shot up for the last time. A bad mix of meth that shot them both into the sky, but they came tumbling down harder and faster than they ever should have. His heart stopped in the middle of the night, while his girlfriend laid passed out next to him. She would wake up in a panic, trying to save him, trying to resuscitate him, but nothing worked. She called her friends, who would dispose of his body. She couldn't get caught up with the police, the questions they would ask, the drugs stashed all over the house.
  
  
  
  
  After Death :
  
  He came to wrapped in a sheet in the bed of a pickup truck, driving down some back roads into the swamp. Lost, confused, and absolutely ravenous. He could hear the two he remembered were friends talking hurriedly in the cab of the truck, trying to figure out where to dump it. His body. When they stopped and went to open the cab up, he attacked. Without thought, without remorse, he tore the two of them apart. When the first drop of their blood landed in his mouth, he went into a rage. With just his hand he ripped out their throats and drank all that came out, filling his thirst, his hunger for the first time.
  
  
  
  The next few days were a blur. He stumbled into town covered in blood, his eyes mad and hysterical. Wearing one of his former friends hoodies, he made his way to the local Y and broke in, washing off in their showers after hours. He cleaned himself up, scrubbed his arms, his face, before staring into the mirror for what felt like hours.
  
  
  He went back to his house, back to his girlfriend. She screamed at first, before running to embrace him. He bit into her neck and she screamed again, before she was a cold corpse on the floor. He cried for hours, holding her there in his arms, cradled upon the floor. He washed up again, and burnt the whole apartment complex down.
  
  
  He roamed, homeless, lifeless yet again. He took no more drugs, for he had found one stronger than any he had ever experienced. The life force of everyone around him. He learned quickly to stay out of the sun. He never questioned what he was, and never saw another like him. He was never told what to do, or how to live. Never shown the ways of his apparent kind. He was a murderous tornado, killing and leaving a trail of bodies and burnt corpses in his wake.
  
  
  He returned home after a year, trying to find normalcy, begging to be let back into the house. When it failed, when his father turned him away again, and his mother, and his 13 year old sister...He came back the next night. In bed, he set his parents on fire, wrapped up in their sheets so comfortable. His sister woke to their screams and ran into the room, only to be met by the fire in Jaedric's eyes. She screamed, and he grabbed her. He wasn't thinking, it was a blind rage as he tore her throat open and drank. It wasn't until she stopped struggling, stopped moving, her heart beat fading away, that he realized what he'd done. In a burning down house he ran, carrying her lifeless body into the woods.
  
  
  She was the first one he buried, the only one he'd ever cared for. An argument all those years ago, when he was a stupid kid, believing his parents only cared for their new wonderful little girl, had led to this. His entire life changed because he slapped her, and it had ate at him since. She was his little sister, he was supposed to protect her, but he had failed.
  
  
  In the year since, he had worked to settle himself down, to control his rage, his hunger. He still had outbursts, he still hunted. But he was more careful now. He found he could control the minds of his victims with only a strong gaze and a few words. He began to feed from the same humans, but to wipe their memory of the act. He began to blend in, to throw off the heat on his trail that was surely coming.
  
  
  But even then, everyone once in a while. When he found someone that irked him just the wrong way. He would tear them apart and burn their entire life to the ground.