Creative Works

[fool_on_the_hill]

What's this? Another original character submission thread? Why, yes. This was an idea that was too good for me to pass up. Included in this post is information on the premise of the story and guidelines for submissions.



The Premise

Black Fridays is an urban supernatural fantasy story set in an alternate modern-day Boston, Massachusetts. It's intended to be an ensemble piece with a brother and sister pair as the anchoring characters. They're online journalists who run a blog of the same name chronicling the paranormal in and around the city. There will be an overarching plot, but the story will also be comprised of separate arcs and stand-alone tales, if all goes well.

Think Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Supernatural, Being Human, and other stories of that nature. This original work of fiction is meant to have fun with the genre and all the associated tropes that come with it.



Character Submissions and Guidelines

For this story, I am seeking a variety of characters. While the setting may be in modern-day America, characters can come from other places, providing that I find they fit the story, of course. Presently, the maximum number of characters a single user can submit is 3-4. If I need more, I'll be sure to let everyone know. Here is the list of requirements I will need for submissions:

• Name
• Sex
• Age
• Classification*
• Physical appearance (body type, height, hair and eye color, etc.; you may provide pictures for reference)
• Occupation
• Family
• Personality
• History

* Classification refers to the type of character. In this story, there are not only humans that occupy the world, but also various paranormal/supernatural beings. These include:

• Demons
• Divinity
• Ghosts/poltergeists
• Magicians (Mages, shaman, witches, etc.)
• Psychics
• Shapeshifters (Changelings, doppelgängers, skin-walkers, werewolves, etc.)
• Vampires

If you have any questions regarding whether or not a character you make will fit into the story, please feel free to ask me (either via PM or in this thread). There are a few additional notes, though: Demons, divinity, and shapeshifters are probably the rarest classification types found in the world I am creating. So, if you are making a character of that type, I will give extra attention to determine whether or not that character will be allowed. I'll try to let you know if one doesn't. Also, the vampires in this story have specific traits of their own - tables of these traits can be found here.

The history and family information for characters can be as short or long as you wish. Just remember, by submitting a character here, you are giving me permission to use the character in any way I see fit; if some details need to be changed for a character to fit into the story, they will be. I will generally try not to change a character's background, though.

As this is a story with vampires, werewolves, demons, and other fearsome supernatural beings, there is the definite chance for characters to be killed off. By submitting your character(s), you accept the possibility that your character(s) may die over the course of the story.



SUBMISSIONS ARE CLOSED

[DangerHikky]

OoOooOoooo.

I've already got lots of ideas for this. >.>

[fool_on_the_hill]

I had a feeling you would.

[mgangel1124]

A WILD CHARACTER APPEARS.

Name: Delphine

Sex: Female

Age: Ageless, physically mid-20's

Classification: Divinity-Nymph

Physical appearance: Something like this here. About 5'4, 125 pounds, average build with a big rack. Looong reddish brown hair and green eyes. Or just see the picture.
Occupation: Nymph.

Family: The flowers and trees are her family! But no really, her fellow nymphs all over the world are her sisters. She can't keep track of them all.

Personality: Flirty, friendly, playful. Loves the sunlight (duh). Likes to play little tricks on people who come around. Dislikes people who litter, HATES people who screw with her plants. She doesn't really mind people who pick flowers, they're relatively harmless and she knows there's no ill will to it. Don't be mistaken; while she's friendly and sees the benefit of humans, she is ultimately concerned first and foremost with nature.

History: Delphine has no idea how old she is; she just sprang up one day out of the lake at what turned out to be Boston Public Garden and started helping things grow. Being practically immortal, the passage of time never really mattered much to her. She has a general idea of what things like global warming are, and wishes people would stop pissing off the gods responsible because it's really starting to take a toll on her plants. She has no problem with other supernatural creatures as long as they don't interfere with her area. After some bad experiences with hippies back in the 60s and 70s, she generally doesn't like to get into human affairs.

Misc: I say she's "practically immortal" because she can be killed. She's a plant goddess, so things like herbicide and pollution can seriously damage her. While ice and cold weather won't outright harm her, they do make her powers less effective. Her favorite food is honey, and those bees can calm the hell down she's in charge of this here forest and she'll have as much as she wants. Keeps her own little garden in a special area hidden from humans, and she can be bribed with flowers and other plants uncommon to the area. She can become invisible at will, but will be visible to other supernatural creatures and gifted humans. She can leave the area for short periods of time, no more than a few hours at most, but becomes basically mortal when away and takes roughly a full day to "recharge" to her full strength after an outing.

[cidthekittyisfun]

am i alone in thinking this story had to do with the shopping day after thanksgiving? >_>

but this is even better! i LOOOOOOVEE supernatural stuff! ill defz make a char for this <3
im glad ppl are making these again i always had fun, gives me a chance to think of new ideas and stuff lol.

[I_am_a_better_idea]

Name: Ben Casey Damon Jr.

Sex: N/A. He has no genitals and doesn't classify himself as any one.

Age: 28

Physcial Apperance: All the features combined from his 3 grandparents but without them all working. 5'9". Hair is like this but medium length and curly. One blue eye and one brown eye. A chin dimple. Medium and unimpressive build. Incredibly plain body. Basically a Ken doll.

Classification: Magician

Occupation: "Professional" actor (he's never gotten a job) that "moonlights" (it's all he ever does) a children's performer.

Personality: Apprasive and completely absorbed in himself. A sense of pride he's never earned but feels due to his parents. Think's he's royalty even though nobody else thinks he is. Constantly running out the goodwill he recieves due to his parents.

History: Before Ben and Casey Afflecks and Matt Damons untimely death they decided to great a child in their image through scientific methods only they could afford and had it in their will that the child should be created after their death. They sent in their DNA and to a top secret doctor and they created a child with the good genes of the three which sadly didn't make it and another child with the bad genes. Sadly the other child did make it. He inheritied his parents forturnes but always after being lied to his whole life saying he was made out of the good genes had a high opinion of himself. He's tried to become a famous actor like his actors but he has less talent than Ben Affleck and none of the looks. Thus to get his name out he tries to moonlight as a magician "George Melies did it!" and get jobs that way. Sadly only middled aged parents will only hire him

[fool_on_the_hill]

A perfect character of the divinity type. She's got the right amount of whimsy for this story.

@ Cid: Oh, good. It's partially intentional (it's gonna be a running joke in the fic).

[QueenoftheDorks]

• Name: Effie
• Sex: Female
• Age: Unknown
• Classification: I'm not sure exactly what to call her... a demon is a bit too strong for what I'm thinking.
• Physical appearance: Takes the form of a young, beautiful woman. Straight black hair that falls down her back. Green eyes. Fair skin. Picture of the basic idea.
• Occupation: None
• Family: None
• Personality: Effie is generally friendly. She's plesant to her neighbors and greets people on the street. However she leaves absolutely no impact... in fact if you asked her neighbors they would inform you that her alleged apartment has been empty for years. Over the years she's learned to blend in. She's a survivalist. It's hard out there for a "monster" these days. Effie will do what it takes to keep on living and she always pays her debts. She finds human beings interesting... they're like having an ant farm... or a cockroach farm. They just keep on finding a way to survive.
• History: Effie is old. Very old. So old she claims she's forgotten what it's like to be human. The only downside for Effie over the years has been her need to feed on life force. She learned long ago that dead humans just means questions and questions lead to hunters. Over the years she's worked out a system. She spends her evenings hanging around dive bars... coaxing her prey into drunkeness. When they're good and out of it she takes them out and just syphons a few years off. Sure it takes a few marks a night, but what's the harm in that? They wake up with the memory of a good time with a pretty girl and she gets to live to see the next night. If she's really feeling reckless she'll track down a supernatural creature for a good meal. A stray skinwalker here or there can keep her full for a week. Effie has spent the last four years in Boston.

[fool_on_the_hill]

Pfffft.

I've got some ideas for him; he might need a lil' bit of tweaking, but he has potential.

[QueenoftheDorks]

Name: Lynn

Sex: Female

Age: 27

Classification: Human

Physical appearance: Short brown hair, sometimes dyed a different color, blue eyes, medium height and build, pale skin. Picture of basic idea.

Occupation: Assistant Manager of an Oddities Shop

Family: Older brother, deceased. Parents out of the picture.

Personality: Lynn is a bit of a loner. She takes her job as shopkeep seriously. She hates attempted scams from people trying to pass off their grandma's jewelry as a "evil repelling pendent" Lynn can be a bit sarcastic and sometimes subdued on the goings on around her, but deep down she finds it all super cool. She's a fan of the Black Fridays blog, but deep down she's skeptical. I mean that's all fake right?

History: Lynn grew up in Boston with her brother Jack. When she was eight, Jack was killed in an animal attack. People said it was just a freak accident. When Lynn was 16 she started working in the oddities shop polishing baubles and cleaning the storeroom. Several of the items in the story are said to be of supernatural origin, but Lynn is skeptical. Sure she works in an oddities shop, but she's not an idiot.

[Jingai]

Been reading a lot of Sherrilyn Kenyon lately, I'll come up with something for this.

[QueenoftheDorks]

Name: Caroline Jordan

Sex: Female

Age: 29

Classification: Human

Physical appearance: Long brown hair, blue eyes... tall, medium build. Basic idea.

Occupation: Hunter

Family: None

Personality: Amicable and laid back. She enjoys a good time where she can find one and likes to spend her free time watching movies to reading books. She has few ties to people or places and isn't really in the mood to make any. When push comes to shove she does her job and she does it well. She also enjoys booze and chocolate.

History: Orphaned, high school drop out with issues out the wazoo. Her parents were hunters and they died at the hands of a demon. When she was old enough she picked up where they left off. There's not much else to tell... she goes where she's needed... saving people, hunting things. Family business.

[fool_on_the_hill]

All good characters, Queen! Effie in particular I see much potential for. Lynn was also a type I was secretly hoping someone would make, and there you came!

I'm seeing the start of some things, woo.

[QueenoftheDorks]

Effie is my favorite.

But I can't have a supernatural/paranormal thing without imposing my love of all things Supernatural.

[cidthekittyisfun]

oh awesome! i look forward to seeing the jokes and stuff then lolz.

also heres my char i made i hope shes ok.

Name Elayne Degado
Sex Female
Age 23
Classification shapeshifter (doppelgänger)

Occupation Odd jobs here and there. She gets jobs wherever she can, does ok to get by. (wouldnt do anything illegal so no whoring or like drugs and stuff. just like part-time waitress, construction worker, secretary,etc... she can change shape so she can handle any kind of job XD)

Physical appearance
- Height: 5ft8
- Weight: 135lbs
- Body Type: slender and curvy.
- Hair: Black, straight, and to her mid back.
- eye color: green.
* id say she kinda looks like this

Family
- Elayne doesnt really know of her biological family.
- There is an old man however that raised her since she was a newborn, thats like her father, she even calls him father.

Personality
- Elayne is micheivous and only looks out for herself. she does what she wants when she wants to whomever she wants. she has little care for anyone else. She uses her powers for her own gain. Shes not like a complete betch tho, that goes around hurting people. like i said, she does whatever she wants so sometimes shell go give her last piece of bread to some homeless kid the other day shell go and steal a piece of bread from a homeless kid without a second thought.

- Elayne did care about the old man that raised her and thought of him as a father, really hes the only one that she ever stayed faithful to.

History
- when she was her baby her mother saw her change shape, she became morified and dumped her baby out in the forest and ran off. Somehow an older gentleman found the baby and decided to take it home where he lived somewhere deep in the woods. He too was a shapeshifter and taught Elayne everything he knew, and soon she learned to control and use her powers quite well.

- Later on the man died, he was kind of old anyways. Elayne wanted to find others like her so she took off on a journey. she traveled for years and eventually found her way to Boston, Massachusetts. There she heard about all the strange happenings and decided that she might find more of her kind there.


i know you said shapeshifter are really rare but i wanted to take my chance since i thought my char would fit that better buuut if she doesnt work out its fine, worth a try at least. ~

[fool_on_the_hill]

Thanks for the submission. From reading your description of her powers, though, she comes across more like a changeling than a doppelgänger. How would you feel if I made her (and the old man) that instead? I think it would work better with the character, personally.

[cidthekittyisfun]

oooh that sounds nifty! and does suit her, sure feel free. its your char now do watcha like i always liked making chars but i like seeing wut ppl do with em more haha.

[DeaconPhenix]

Let me know if you need me to change any of this.

Name:  Murmur

Sex: Male

Age: Unknown

Classification: Demon

Physical Appearance: always shrouded in cloaks and robes, so it’s hard to tell anything in particular. If he happens to be unrobed in his human form, he would look like this:

Body Type: Lean

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 155 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Salt and Pepper, short and combed back

Eye Color: Gray

Picture: this guy

DEMON FORM

Body Type: Muscular, red skin, large horns on his head

Height: 7’1”

Weight: 435 lbs

Eye Color: Blazing orange

Picture: this guy

Occupation: He sows discord into well-knit families, communities, organizations, and etc. He feeds off of deceit.

Family: His mother was a succubus and his father a high-ranking general of hell. He used his influential powers to get them to kill each other.

Personality: Very charismatic, but never says more than he needs to. Seems very trustworthy to those he seeks to destroy.

History: Appears as a loyal servant as he works his way into the hearts of his victims. Works his art behind the scenes and never gets blamed for anything. As soon as his havoc is sown and everyone kills each other, he takes his leave, bound for another proposition. It is believed that he has caused the betrayals of Brutus/Caesar, Delilah/Samson, Medea/Jason, Ephialtes/Leonidas, and many others, although he will never admit to any of them.

[Jingai]

Name : Father Sullivan Dale.

Gender : Male

Age : 63

Classification : Human

Height : 5' 9"

Weight : 168 pounds

Build : Average, with a slight pot belly.

General Appearance : He has a warm ruddy face, slightly reddish nose and cheeks, a broad smile

which he flashes readily, a well groomed beard and mustache, salt and pepper hair in a simple short cut,

slightly pudgy, a perfect fit for the Santa suit.

Occupation : Parish Priest at Saint Anthony Shrine

Family : His parishioners are what he considers family now, his parents have both long since passed.

Personality : Sullivan is warm and cheerful to all who enter the Church. He invites any and all to

sit, and will listen to their problems, offering what advice and counsel he can, and joining the Church is

always a good idea.... He tries his level best to be what he considers to be a good Priest, and the scandals

of the recent past sadden him greatly. Sometimes at night he had trouble sleeping, his past coming back to haunt him,

particularly the episode at the deli. He sometimes wonders what happened to that family, and often prays

for them.

 History : Sullivan wasn't always a priest. In fact, most of his boyhood was spent in various youth homes,

his parents having been killed in a freak boating accident. He grew up a Southie, and spent time in a boxing gym,

but never quite had the talent to make it a career. Instead he bounced from odd job to odd job, all of them

demanding physical labor,, longshoreman, butcher, bricklayer, hired muscle. The pay depended on who

was needing his help on any given day. One day, when he was twenty five, he was given a job to do, simple

enough, go and bust up some Italian deli, rough the guy up some, and get him to buy the "insurance" that was

being offered. Sullivan walked into the deli, and as the owner turned to say hello, Sullivan clocked him,

clean on the jaw, and knocked him down. The owner spat out a tooth, and a lot of blood, more blood than

Sullivan had ever seen before. The owner muttered something about his daughter not being able to pay

any more rent.

  The daughter and wife heard the commotion and the wife poked her head out. Through the swinging door

Sullivan saw a little girl, frail and ghastly white, sitting in a wheelchair. The wife looked at him with a mix of

terror and fury, and the little girl began to wheel slowly to the door. Sullivan stood there, transfixed by what

was happening. The little girl asked if she had made the landlord angry, and her father shook his head.

The little girl said she would do what the landlord said, that she would pay more rent, and his wife began to

sob uncontrollably. Sullivan asked what was going on, his desire to do the job completely gone. The owner

refused to say anything else, but his eyes pleaded with Sullivan to stop and simply leave. Shaking his head,

Sullivan simply turned around, and emptied his wallet of all his cash, before leaving.

  On his way back, Sullivan racked his brain trying to figure out why he did that, and what the guy was talking

about. He was so lost in thought that he never noticed a man walk up behind him. The man didn't seem to

be threatening, even when he put his hand on Sullivan's shoulder. Sullivan could feel a tremendous amount

of strength however, the man, who was as plain as anything, with pure blond hair and deep blue eyes, looked

at him sadly, and asked him what he felt in his heart. Sullivan found he couldn't lie to this stranger, he stood there

as it began to rain, and poured out every last thought he had in his heart. The stranger simply looked at him,

and then said in a soft voice, "It feels good to let it all out doesn't it?" Sullivan nodded mutely and waited, as the

stranger glanced over his shoulder towards Saint Anthony Shrine. "You can go there, and help other people

feel good too, if you choose." The stranger let go, and then walked away, much faster than he appeared to

be, and Sullivan walked across the rainy street to the Church. He had made up his mind, and resolved that

he would find and help other people the way the stranger had helped him.

[fool_on_the_hill]

Well...

This is a great bio that you've come up with and I do like the characterization a lot. The only problem is it's very, very, very, very similar to a pre-existing character I myself came up with for this story when I first thought it up a couple weeks ago. Police background...check. Entire family killed by a vampire...check. Seeking vengeance...check. I already know how my character will fit into this story; but I don't know how to make yours fit because the similarities are too much. I hate to have to even type this, but the only way I think he'll only work is with a major retooling. I'm talking probably changing everything except his name, age, and physicality. I don't know if you're willing to do that or if you want to just come up with something else from scratch?

I'm sorry for having to tell you this. I really do like the character.

[fool_on_the_hill]

IMPORTANT!

A few extra details I figured I should mention for submissions, particularly of the vampire kind:

If you're wishing to submit a vampire character, the vampires in the story have managed to integrate themselves somewhat into human society. Secretly, of course. Think of the wizard population in Harry Potter and that's sort of the idea. Some humans know of their existence, most do not. Not all vampires can be of the chaotic evil variety, too; there can be neutrals.

If you looked at the linked tables, you'll know the vampires aren't affected by sunlight. And while vampires can walk about during the day, many prefer the night over the not night. The nocturnal hours work in favor to a vampire's strengths, and that's when the most vampiric activity occurs.

Also, vampire mafia. Yes, that's right, a vampire crime syndicate exists in this story, so if you wish, you can make one for that.

[DangerHikky]

Profile spam. :U

Name: Anthony Serato

Sex: Male

Age: 42

Classification: Human

Occupation: Former vampire crime family associate - In charge of transporting stolen goods, or carrying out threats.
Associates are the lowest men on the mafia totem pole (assuming it works the same in the vampire crime family) , in that they’re not technically considered a part of the family and are highly disposable. Associates are viewed as tools to perform an action.

Misc.:  A little more durable than your average thug, He’s not exactly the Tupperware of people, but he can take a pretty good number of blows before suffering any terrible damage, mostly because of dulled nerve endings or high pain tolerance, not really a superpower.
(fairly) skilled with certain weapons, particularly a sawed down shot gun he uses for work. Decently strong, again, from his profession.


Appearance: Average build, 6’2”, probably about 180 lbs., decently muscular, but not particularly defined to any extent. 
Scar from stitches on his cheek from when he got a beer bottle smashed against his face and it pretty much tore his cheek apart.  Some flab on his stomach, etc.
Dark grey/green eyes, olive complexion, black hair.

Will add new pics.

Family: Robert and Viola (Everyone calls her Violet) Serato; parents. Robert worked at a department store for most of his life, Violet was a schoolteacher. They are both now retired and live on the other side of the country. They send him a postcard every year, they usually only see each other on holidays.
Tessa Serato, daughter (She’s getting her own profile)

Personality: Rough, poorly educated, and unsophisticated, but he’s not an overly loud or gregarious sort. He’s actually pretty patient, but a bit intimidating. His way with words results in awkward phrases or silences while he considers what to say, basically, he’s not terribly charming. He has some anger issues that he mostly solves with violence rather than spoken outbursts, from punching something in, to breaking something in half. (Walls and people’s faces are common targets) His personality changes when in the company of his daughter, whom he tries to be as gentle as possible with, even if his gentle is sort of like sandpaper. He’s very protective about the kinds of things she’s exposed to and abhors the idea of his daughter learning what kind of place the world is. She’s learned a good number of swears because he swears, but he worries that he learned the words from watching tv. He can’t cook, clean or do any handiwork and in general, is pretty useless, but likes to believe his daughter needs him for everything. The nicknames he gives her are  more suited to a son, “sport, sprout, kiddo, champ.” but she’s fine with it as it’s all she’s used to. He doesn’t really “get” jokes, despite responding to everyone who isn’t his kid with sarcasm most of the time. It’s hard to sum up, really… But he’s sort of a big angry dork. Sort of like Kanji + Doujima?

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Anthony. Though respectful to his parents, as a child he picked fights at school, a hobby that continued into his high school years before he dropped out around the age of 16. (which isn’t to say he stopped scraping, he just couldn’t do it at school). Well, he did attempt to hold down a job, but it sucked and the pay was crap and what the hell do you mean they’ll fire you if you go off on a customer? Anywho, Eventually he fell in with a gang through no fault of his own, clearly. They did the usual stuff, petty crimes, really crummy graffiti, etc. Eventually he looked for bigger fish in the form of the mafia. It’s not like they made their presence in the city unknown, and he’d seen the movies, ya know? Godfather, Goodfellas, those guys had nice suits and fat pockets, so if he wanted to get anywhere, maybe help his folks get themselves a nicer place, those were the guys to cosy up with.

It’s not as easy as the movies make it look. You can’t just sign up and say “Hey, I wanna be a Mafioso, can you hook a guy up?” But with no other real job prospects, he tracked down one of the guys who’d he’d seen on the front page of the newspaper a couple times. It wasn’t easy and let’s just go ahead and say his fists did more asking than his mouth, but eventually he found the guy and basically pleaded for him to give him a job to do within the organization.

And boy did he hit the jackpot. He got the high honour of… mowing everyone’s lawns. Well, he did it for a whole year, but for fuck’s sake, man, he’d SEEN Goodfellas. Eventually he was going to get promoted and he’d get a nice job where he’d have crazy money and a wife and a mistress and all at the low low cost of occasionally roughing someone up for protection money or stealing the occasional whatever.

That day never came. The highest he ever got, at the age of 28, was transporting stolen goods. He never was welcomed into the family or offered a cigar and he never got that suit. In fact, the only suit he ever did get was a gift from his mom and it is still the only suit he owns.

It was around that time he met a lady who would change his life forever.
Her name was Lisa and she was probably drunk, he was a little less than sober and they met in a bar. She was the first woman who ever showed interest in him, so needless to say, she was the girl of his dreams. They met a few more times and he even attempted what one could consider “courting” her.

Cutting to the chase, they decided they liked each other both very much and a little while later, when mommy and daddy love each other very much, nine months later, -- Oh wait, hold on. 6 months into the pregnancy mom found out that the man who’s child was growing inside of her had killed more people than he could honestly recall (Hey, it might’ve only been a couple, babe!) and is a career criminal. Terrific!

Well, I mean, it’d been six months. They started painting a baby bedroom, they had names, and it was a girl. She couldn’t abort it, but the idea of raising a child with this guy made her stomach churn. What if she’d grow up to be a violent criminal too? Even if she took her away and raised her on her own… basically, she moved out and despite his protesting, she wouldn’t see him at all. She had the baby. She already looked just like him and it made her sick. So she dropped her off at the place above the Laundromat they used to live in together with a note that read “Her name is Tessa, stay out of my life”.

So he did. Surprisingly, when it came to Tessa, he was as good a father he could be. He didn’t tell his girl what he did for a living, making up stories about being a truck driver or a limo driver or a taxi driver or you get it, a driver of sorts. Which was all technically true depending on the transport vehicle. One day he got a super important job. He was 41.

They told him he’d be taking a hazardous material to a warehouse. He didn’t ask questions because they wouldn’t let him. There was a hint of fear in the voices of the capo who gave him the job. He set out to execute the job to perfection, but then he became worried about his cargo. What if it was an active bomb? What if it would explode with him in the car? So he pulled it out of the back and took a peek. Bodies. Tons of them, but he was used to that kind of thing this was…different. They were drained of blood and all had bite marks on their necks, they looked to have slightly sharp teeth and twisted features (people mid-way being turned into vampires but something went wrong and they just died, the point here is that they had been injected at some point by an experimental drug, the same that Rocco abuses, which killed them due to being human and turning after being injected. He was supposed to return them to the facility that the drug was made in for testing. :U, really this can be whatever, but that's what I have in mind, basically if it can be given some kind of importance and reveal that the family is vampires, it works)

He’d heard the rumours… mostly just crazy people on the internet saying things, that there were vampires in the city but this? It was irrefutable proof. He felt sick. Was he just going to be used up and thrown away like these saps if he failed? He freaked the fuck out and set the entire box on fire, worried that some of the bodies might not be as dead as they appeared.
Mission failed and now he knew he‘d spent a large majority of his life working for monsters. He left the car there. He left the pile of burnt bodies there. He went straight home and packed his things. The job couldn’t be completed and as an associate, consequences for fucking up a job of that magnitude were the kind that would make his kid an orphan.. Or worse. He told Tessa they were going on an adventure, and she never had to go to school again and she could stay up as long as she wanted and eat ice cream for dinner if she packed her things as fast as possible and followed him no matter what.

At 10, she was smart enough to realise something was up, but decided to follow her dad’s plea anyway, faintly clinging to the promise of ice cream dinners and adventure.

Where this leaves them is basically in hiding. Anthony basically just does what they need to get by. He’s not above killing people and could potentially be contracted as hired muscle in exchange for protection from the crime family or could also decide to turn a new leaf and try to take them down while protecting his kid after being put in danger by the people he used to associate with.

Wherever you go with him is up to you.

Profile for his daughter.

Name: Tessa Serato

Appearance: will add new pic
About 4'10", ashy blond/brown hair, brown eyes (inherited from her mother),
Age: 11
Family: Lisa Casillo (Mother/abandoned her), Anthony Serato (Father/Guardian)
Personality: Sort of a precocious child. Despite her age, she’s actually quite street smart and knowledgeable about the world around her. Unlike her father, she is also book-smart, as she has a proclivity toward reading and actually enjoyed the learning aspect of school before her father pulled her out. Where her father’s world knowledge extends only to the criminal world, Tessa is aware of how people function in normal society and often chastises her father for acting brashly or inappropriately given the situation. She’s cheerful and upbeat, but sort of lazy for her age. Still, her favourite thing is “adventure”.

[DangerHikky]

This guy ties directly into my other guy

Name - Rocco Vinceti
Sex - Male
Age - 38 (92 as of New Years 2012)
Classification - Vampire
Physical appearance - What’s up http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0701fmWMX1qb176ko1_r1_500.png
The darker one, with the leather jacket. Wears the same thing pretty much every day. Usually always wears his jacket unless it’s really hot or he’s just relaxing indoors.
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 167 lbs.
Eyes: Teal/Blue-Green
Age: 38
Missing a back tooth on the top right side of his mouth.

Occupation - Independent Drug Dealer, officially unemployed. Former Caporegime or equivalent in the Foscari crime family. He now commands a small crew of random thugs out of a warehouse as a base.
Family - Giulio and Elena Vinceti (deceased)

Personality -
Rocco, by and large is a fun, cheerful, maybe kinda dumb sort of guy-- if he likes you, anyway. He jokes a lot, and laughs a lot (more often than not at his own jokes) and is actually surprisingly compassionate to his subordinates or anyone he cares about. Really, he seems like a decent enough guy… again, if he likes you. If not, well… You’ll probably get the surface layer… The jokes, the crudeness, the rough around the edges kind of way he talks, but you’ll probably also be dead.

See, Rocco’s quite the sadist. Masochist too, but that’s a story for another time with a certain person and probably some Marvin Gaye. He likes torturing his prey, pretty indiscriminately. He doesn’t even necessarily even feed from all of them. He really just gets off on it. Hearing someone cry and lament the loss of their kid, wife, whatever, is like porn for him. He tortures men pretty exclusively but in a pinch anyone will do. It’s never meditated, always chaotic, like a tornado or a tsunami, he blows in, reduces someone’s life to shambles and walks away as quickly as he’d come. (in more ways than one)

And boy is he a tough bastard to track down if they do decide to go looking for the storm what wrecked their life. Rocco’s got some problems. Most significantly he’s a paranoid schizophrenic. It’s actually not too bad, he suffers from the common problems of hallucinations and paranoia though pretty heavily. Because of the persecutory delusions he suffers from quite often, he’s reclusive, there’s very few people he trusts with his name. He had meds for his condition, but he didn’t like them. There’s few things that can calm Rocco down from a really bad fit of hallucinations or paranoia, most notably a peculiar drug he’s addicted to and additionally, Charlie.

Spoiler

History:
Rocco was born to a small Irish(his mother)-Italian(his father) family in 1919, parents Giulio and Elena Vinceti, a florist and a housewife. His childhood, up until his teens was very average. However, around this time, be it from stress or some other unknown trigger, something just sort of came loose in Rocco's mind. He started hearing noises and voices that weren’t there. For some time, he thought that his room or house perhaps, was haunted. He had certain triggers that could set him off into a spell of auditory hallucinations. Things like actual noises, creaky stairs, a door slamming in the middle of the night could throw him into paranoid fits where he’d imagine to hear all sorts of other things that weren’t there for hours until he came down. He was eventually sent away to live in a hospital where he was quite heavily medicated until he was 23 years old, he was by no means cured but put on an act that he was cured so he could return home.

He spent most of the days at home because he was unable to get a job in his mental state. It was during this period of time that Rocco found the bodies in the back of the flower shop, discovering that his father's flower business was a cover up for a mob body disposal. He was oddly not as shaken by this as he should have been and didn't even bother to confront his dad about it beyond clarifying a few things. After one or two severely bombed interviews, Giulio finally took pity on his son and hooked him up with a job at the shop. Sometimes they had legit customers and other times they had bodies dumped off in the back to dispose of. That was his father’s business and Rocco was pretty good at taking care of it when his dad was busy. Once in a while a capo would stop in and ask for assistance with a job from his father, but since he was getting old, he often declined.

Rocco tagged along for this jobs in his stead. After a while, they noticed that every time they brought the kid along things went incredibly smooth… maybe too smooth. It was thanks to his heightened awareness of well… everything. Being a paranoid wreck for years generally helps you be more in tune with potential dangers… even if they aren’t really there.
Eventually he became more involved in the actual active jobs, transporting goods, collecting protection money, etc. By the time he was 25 he was already on the road to becoming a made man. But by no means does this success of his mean that his condition became better or weakened… actually, it was starting to get a bit worse.

When he was 30, he was finally promoted to capo and given the task of dealing with their narcotics trades. And that’s when things started to get bad.

He started dipping into just about everything. LSD here, coke there, etc. etc. He was high nearly all the time, he got sloppier and lost his position handling drug trades, He started fucking up the easy stuff and ended up landing 4 of his men in jail. They had to get rid of him. After eight years of putting up with his shit, they sent him to go meet with some particularly dangerous business partners. It was supposed to be, or what he was told, anyway-- just setting up the option of business between the two families. In reality he was a sacrifice, a sort of “gift” (in addition to a number of kilos of coke) in exchange for a possibility of business with a particular crime family. He was killed not too shortly after, well, he would have been. If a certain vampire didn't see some use for him and sire him.

Charlie, the vampire who sired him's trade in the family was prostitution. Rocco, owing Charlie that he was still in a sense, alive, was basically sired with the plan in mind that he could be used in one of his prostitution rings. For the next twenty years, (until 1977) he was well, a prostitute.

Because of his paranoia and delicate mind state, he was always extremely cautious about meeting clients, being seen with them and making sure to clean up everything (corpses) properly afterward. The drugs no longer effected him as much as they did as a human either, so he was able to work more clear-headedly. Anyway the higher-ups, impressed by his clean work, eventually saw it fit to give him some test runs in other fields, obviously he gravitated the most toward the drug trade as it had been his thing as a human.


Pleased as punch to be back to his old stomping grounds in a manner of speaking, business continued as it had been for him years ago, until he ended up getting a collection of odd vials in a trade. (Around 1983) Unsure of what they were, but assuming it was some form of drug, he had one of his (human) men try it out on themselves to check it. His skin tightened around bulging veins in his neck, but the man described the feeling the drug gave him as “amazing”. On the way home his energy was through the roof, he even seemed to respond better to Rocco’s warnings and directions. He decided to keep the box for himself, giving the man who tested it a vial or two to keep for himself.

Business continued as usual, well, except for the fact that Rocco’s mental state was actually sort of… getting worse. What used to be just paranoia and hearing voices, had gradually became visual hallucinations and persecutory delusions. Any associates working under him soon became victims of his wild mood swings and while he had to try and maintain a clear head to do what he was supposed to, eventually it all came crumbling down on him. That mystery drug was the only thing that could take the edge off his paranoia, but even that didn’t work sometimes.


The man who originally tried the drug eventually ended up dying from an overdose, something that made Rocco’s paranoia even worse. Still, he became quite dependent on it.

Because he still managed to do clean jobs, the higher ups of the family weren’t going to do anything about it. And this is when things started to get very bad for Rocco.

It wasn’t a good idea to trust a very delicate job to one of the men under Rocco, but that’s what happened. Some very, very sensitive cartel needed to be transferred and finding a man for the job was shuffled off to Rocco. Instead of doing it himself, which he should have, he had some associate do it. Antonio or something, he couldn’t be assed to remember the guy’s name, he told him that it was a very important task and warned him of repercussions if he failed. And then he failed, the car the man was supposed to deliver the shipment was found, abandoned, with the cargo turned to ashes. Everyone was pissed. Rocco didn’t really feel guilty that the job failed, but he did become obsessed with the idea that everyone in the family was out to get him after it occurred. In his deluded mind-set, it was kill or be killed. And that’s when he snapped. A routine drug trade ended up a bloody massacre, he killed the people he was to do business with AND 2 of his own guys. It took him a while to realise what happened, but he felt justified in it, though he knew once this got out to the boss, his ass would be toast.

So he up and quit. Just like that, but it’s not so easy to just walk out on the family, so he had to sever his ties completely. He killed everyone who worked under him. Considering his men were mostly humans, it wasn't too hard, then he killed another vampire, knocked out all of his teeth, burned his hands off and planted one of his own molars on the body to sort of frame his own death.

This did not work as well as Rocco would have hoped. He couldn’t stop himself from going back to Charlie. It was about 7 months later and he was discreet about it at first, but sooner or later he just got comfortable and careless enough to go back to his regular routine of visiting Charlie almost daily at Plasma. Eventually the family found out-- but they didn’t really care. Sure they were pissed he screwed up and yes they were definitely pissed that he killed a bunch of the human underlings he had at the time, but they decided it was probably best that he just finish off Anthony himself and come back when he felt he could actually work efficiently for them again.
While he was off playing dead and searching for Anthony, he kept his business going to make sure he’d have no short supply of his beloved mystery drug. He rented out a warehouse under an alias and has about 10 guys under him who know him by that same alias while he hunts for that guy who screwed it all up for him.

To Rocco’s knowledge, Charlie is the only one who still knows he’s alive

Misc:
Charlie and Rocco are most definitely a couple. Rocco’s been something of infatuated with Charlie since the day he was sired, even if they don’t see eye to eye all the time on things and they piss each other off all the time. There’s a sort of co-dependency they have with each other. They really pretty much need the other to function… which doesn’t mean Charlie won’t smack Rocco upside the head for putting his shoes on his desk or Rocco won’t throw Charlie’s fancy new ottoman out the window… it just means they truly do love each other.

Rocco has tons of dogs who live in his warehouse, they’re strays and sometimes they die or run away. The four constant ones are a poodle (Jack), a scottie (Lucy), a pitbull (Casey) and a mutt (Patches).

Rocco likes rap music. He likes the newer stuff more than the old school, he thinks a lot of the old school stuff sounds the same but he still likes it, just not as much. He has a soft spot for Frank Sinatra.

Also, Rocco’s gay. It’s kind of a subject he doesn’t like to discuss much because when he was sired it was most definitely not okay to be gay and he’s pretty convinced the world at large still has that same mindset.

In summary:
Likes: Charlie, Smoking, Leather jackets, Torturing people, Charlie, Dogs, Movies with Dogs, Game Shows, Charlie, Simple Things, Drugs, Charlie, Rap music, Charlie

Dislikes: Ties, Suits, Showering, Ottomans, anything that requires I.D., Anthony, Kids/Babies, Smelling food that smells really good but he can't taste it because he's a vampire.

If it wasn’t clear enough, “the guy who screwed everything up for him” is Anthony.

Also I've had these character prepared for a while since I was brainstorming with Fool on this so, that is why I have these dudes already ready so soon after the announcement of the crime family even existing.

[DangerHikky]

Name: Grant Harper (Born Jack North, legally changed it to just avoid his father's family)
Sex: Male

Age: 31

Classification: Human-Psychic, His ability is Psychometry: The user obtains historical memories or sensations concerning objects they touch. After the user touching clothes, they may see vision of manufacturer of the clothing, those who wore the clothes, and other details.

To clarify, he basically gets the whole item’s history with a touch. So if he touches leather, for example, he sees the cow it came from, the slaughter, the leather being made from the skin, etc. Which, as you can imagine, can be a bit disquieting.

He’s recently been able to tell people’s entire histories from touching their skin, something that is a source of immense bother to him.

He gets the information once from the unique item, it doesn't repeat itself with every touch. But if he were to touch, say, a box of crayons, he would get a different reading for every crayon. Just not the same crayon twice.

Appearance: Picture. (coming soon to a theatre near you)
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 160 lbs
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Medium brown
Large amount of surgery scars on torso, some on head, hidden by hair. Insanely scarred hands, his palms, especially, are covered in acid burns. He has a trench coat that he bought to fulfill the archetypal image of a hard boiled detective, even if it is a bit impractical at times. He wears nothing to conceal his identity as he openly bills his powers as a part of his trade.

Family: Catherine (North) Marks and Tomas North.
Divorced after disagreements regarding Grant.

Personality/etc.: A naïve 31 year old man with an embarrassingly boyish haircut as well as outlook on life. He’s smart enough, but definitely not a genius. Clueless, more than anything, at least in relation to people. When it comes to his work he’s very serious and focused, but if you take him away from it, he’s kind of well, an oaf. He believes most people are naturally good and is easy to trust anyone. He has some obvious fears (leather, fur, spiders and darkness) And won’t eat any meats because of the whole “If I touch it, I see its past” deal left him pretty scarred. Despite his warm and familiar way of dealing with people, he’s very reluctant to touch them because he doesn’t feel like he should be privy to seeing their histories, even if he does only take his gloves off for work or to shower. He calls most people Mr.____, Mrs._____, Ms.______, substituting the ____ for their last names
Lastly, he’s gay, something which he doesn’t really bother to broadcast.

History:
Tomas North was a man from a well-to-do family. Catherine Marks was from more humble roots, and unaware of the nature of the family she was marrying into. While on the surface, the Norths, each branch a head of some company or another, appeared to be, essentially, the perfect family filled with perfect people; it was really filled with perfect lies and layers of secrecy to maintain the façade.

The two were expected, of course, to have a perfect family of their own. A son or a daughter, at the very least, and so they tried. Tomas was impotent but he urged his wife to seek out a sperm donor so as to save face with his family. She agreed, also eager for a child.

Their sole son was named Jack North and for a couple years, everything was perfect.

didn’t take long for his parents to discover there was something wrong with Jack. Touching things made him cry. When he became old enough to process actual lines of thought and put them into words, that’s when the problems started. He was 4 and they had bought him patent leather shoes. One touch and he broke into a hysterical fit of sobbing and shrieks. When asked what was wrong, he explained, poorly, through tears, that he saw a cow being slaughtered. He didn’t understand why no one else saw it. His parents believed him to be mentally disturbed, but as their son, it was inexcusable. Tomas wouldn’t allow him to be seen by the rest of the family from fear of his relatives being exposed to one of his outbursts and so, he was kept at home, at all times. Jack is a very studious child, Tomas would say. He doesn’t like to leave the house because he’s so wrapped up in studies! At 4, can you believe it?

Brushing him off as mentally disturbed, it was a while before his parents tried to figure out what was wrong with him. At 6 they called specialists to run tests and years later at 8, they discovered a surge of activity in his brain upon contact with items. Another specialist summarized from this that the boy had a very powerful form of Psychometry. Catherine was relieved to hear that her son was for all intents and purposes a normally functioning child with just a “special gift”, but Tomas did not share the sentiments. He essentially signed the boy away to be “cured”, which translated into “being hooked up to machines, poked and prodded, cut open and electrocuted, but in a way wherein we’ll keep you alive until we figure out how to make this stop”.
Tomas told his family that the boy was being sent away to an elite boarding school.

Thankfully, the facility he was sent to was downright bustling with people to be examined or “fixed”. He got a recess every day for a short period of time, but he didn’t leave his room because he lacked the motivation. His life inside was all rather boring and terrible, so I’ll spare you the story and say that he remained there until he was 12 and a child with uncontrollable pyromania set the whole damned place ablaze and everyone made a run for it. On the outside, he made his way to a diner where he found a payphone and collect called his mother. At this point she was furious. All she needed to see were the scars on her son’s body to know their method of “cure” was a nice way of saying “torture”.

Catherine could deal with the other lies, pretending that Tomas was grant’s biological father, pretending that Jack was studying so he couldn’t meet the family, but this was too much for her. She wasn’t going to pretend this didn’t happen. Fighting back the sheer amounts of rage welled up inside her, she managed to not lash out and smack Tomas right in his pompous face. But she told him flat out they were getting a divorce, and he refused it as if she had asked a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. A divorce would not garner him sympathy from his family, it would cast a very bad imperfection upon him and thus the family by extension. No, it wouldn‘t do. She finally proposed that he could fake her death, her and the boy. A car accident.
And that’s what they did.

Well, after this and Tomas’s big show about his grieving Catherine took Jack back to live with her family for a while before they moved together to (the city where this takes place.)
From then on, Jack’s childhood was actually pretty normal. Catherine, finally understanding her son’s problem, had special gloves commissioned to be made just for him. They were made from a super strong synthetic leather (So no cow issues) so that he could do regular activities without having a jolt of memories from the item to potentially traumatise him. With these he expanded his interests to sports and games and even managed to make a couple friends in school.

Then one day, while in high school, he found his calling. A girl was found dead in the river behind the school lot. No one knew how it happened, there was no evidence left behind by the killer, the wound on her neck was left by a knife so they couldn’t even find ballistic markings, no fingerprints, nothing. He knew the girl, not well, but enough to want to avenge her, or at least find out how she died. In a move most would call either ‘ballsy’ or ‘completely insane’ he jumped down into the river while the crime scene was being investigated, and touched anything he could of the girl’s. Finally, and reluctantly, the wound on her neck. And there it was. He could see the knife and the holder of the knife. He told the police in charge of the scene, but they had a hard time believing him. Finally, he told them to investigate the culprit. Well, his suspicious actions got him held in police custody for a small time but upon investigating the boy whose identity he had learnt from his own investigation, they were able to find enough evidence at his house to prove without a shadow of a doubt that he had been the murderer.

He felt good, amazing, even. He’d finally found his purpose. This is what his powers were for. His mom supported him all the way, while she wanted him to become an official police detective, he declined, saying he’d do it his own way, a way where he could help people faster. So, he took classes on everything he thought he’d need to learn. He got instructions on crime scene procedure from retired detectives, self defence training and even read a bunch of old detective novels to pick up slang he could throw around to make himself seem more “official”. To hide the fact that he was still alive from his father’s family, for business, he assumed the name “Grant Harper” and at the age of 21, opened a detective agency specializing in finding missing persons or general purposes. (unlicensed)

He had a few easy to solve missing child cases at first and gained a small bit of a reputation, though the cops think he’s a lunatic and try to keep him away from crime scenes.

[DangerHikky]

Name: Alex Huang

Race: Human

Age: 27

Physical Appearance: Picture
That bleached orangeish colour asians get when they bleach their hair, with really nasty black roots showing all over the place, too lazy to maintain it. She dresses really sloppy except at work where she wears the standard black shirt/black pants combo. Her glasses are pretty unfashionable but they do the trick, she often has circles/bags under her eyes due to her sleeping habits. She never shaves her legs like ever because 1.) she's really lazy and 2.) She cut her ankle really bad once doing it when she was 14 and has been kind of terrified to do it again since. She wears hoodies in all weather, in the winter she'll throw a cheap parka over it and a pair of sweatpants/jogging pants. She's 5' nothing.

Occupation: Author (unpublished), Barista.

Family: Parents, Jia and Shun Huang.

Personality: Feisty as all get out with a pretty spicy attitude. She has a very big problem with people giving her shit and sometimes reacts a bit excessively if someone does something that pisses her off. Deep down, she just kind of wants to be taken seriously, but totally lacks the determination and amount of effort needed to pull herself together long enough to get anyone to. She's terribly lazy, though sleeps rarely, using tons of coffee to keep her awake, thankfully her job permits her to get the stuff on the cheap. She's wildly enthusiastic about the idea of paranormal creatures or aliens or anything of the sort, really. She has recently decided to take on the task of writing a vampire romance novel as a last ditch effort to latch onto the young-adult vampire craze, something she's less than enthusiastic about. She plans to spin the genre on its head by using REAL vampires, (with the traditional fictional weaknesses)

History:
Pretty average childhood, grew up with busy parents who often left her in the care of an X-files obsessed neighbour who studied cryptids and the like in his spare time. She just sorta grew to thinking it was A.) real and B.) SUPER FUCKING AWESOME. Eventually in high school, she got into writing, and decided for the next number of years, leading up to today, to combine her two passions and become an author whose stories would be read by fans of paranormal creatures the world over. Of course 40 stories later she is no closer to that goal than when she started. She's also really good friends with Nat and likes to pretend she is something of a consultant to them on the paranormal even if she mostly just tags along on their more odd excursions and quotes things from handbooks that are largely fictional.


Miscellaneous: She has the biggest crush ever on (Agent) Fox Mulder (and sort of projects said feelings on any guys she meets who look or act anything like him.) She drinks A LOT OF COFFEE. She has about 10 pairs of men's novelty boxers that make up her at home wardrobe. Most of them feature cartoon characters.