Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor (Revamp)(Accepting)

[MacabreSmile]

Lady of the Lake|Eadgyd|Edith|Homeless|Kelpie|Tagged: 'some stupid northerner', 'stolen prey'

Mortal in the mud forgotten, the kelpie hisses in rage, eyes turning a dark, unnatural coal-black as she clenches her clawed hands in angry, bleeding fists. "Yours? YOURS?" Eadgyd hisses, her face shifting into something decidedly less human, and much more terrifying, with scales and points. Her hair flies out from beneath her scarves whipping about in a sudden wind that smells of pond scum and mildew.

"Haud yer wheesht you son of a herring! How dare you!? You stupid, arrogant, pile of horse droppings! How dare the likes of you come into my territory and claim it like your spit is the waters of Avalon, some grand erl king you are?!! You're not worth the pond scum! You're a smarmy git, hiding behind your pretty-boy face and charming looks! Ae've livedin these waters for over three hundred years, they reek of the blood of mah prey, the wishes of mah worship, the secrets older than time aye keep in the deeps. Do not test me, northman." Baring all her pointy teeth in a vicious smile, the kelpie growls deep in her throat, air growing heavier with every breath she takes, like fog, humidity, and the thin morning air leak from her lungs. Dark eyes glitter with a burning fire, beautiful and deadly. With another soft hiss, she whispers out; "Take your stupid lute and git."

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Arc Heilburg-Ludwig
18 yrs / Human / Male / Tags: Stella
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Arc looked over to her and listened as they spoke. They were almost to the house, he dug around in his pockets for keys. He pulled out a pair of muddy keys on a lanyard and kept them close in his palm.
“I understand,” he offered, knowing he was well within his rights to leave his father. He wasnt a minor anymore, he was an adult. He could leave and live his own life
“I vould not know vhere I could go if I did leave.” He said while looking down at his keys and picking through them to find his house key as they turned up the street and headed up the driveway towards the front door
“I guess I vould have to tell my dad first.”
He stuck a key into the door and unlocked it. He pushed the heavy wooden door open slightly before listening. His old father was snoring softly in his chair up front in the living room, so the boy turned and gestured for Stella to follow as he moved inside the house to kick his shoes off at the door and quietly moved inside
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Vengal Krishnan
19 yrs / Avian / Male / Tags: Alex
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Vengal realized Alex was still cooking and after folding his wings back up, stepped back and stayed out of the way for the man to work. He felt so awkward, he was smiling dumbly and felt hot and fuzzy. He assumed it was a good thing, and while adjusting his collar he sat back on top of the counter again and made sure he wasnt bugging Alex too much.
“Yeah.. Physics is cool. I mean I just pump my wings and I fly... not much science to worry about there.” He chuckled weakly before going quiet and searching his mind for some other topic to talk about
“So what got you into cooking? If you didnt have to cook for a job, would you be doing something else like, oh I dunno..” he shrugged lightly
“Physics related junk? Maybe?”
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Hershel Grey Holm
27 yrs / Human / Male / Tags: Rose
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Hershel was surprised. Perhaps this was more of a tourist destination than he thought. He watched with a smile as the woman shook his hand, then dismounted the horse. He kept his hands to himself, mainly because he was a bit spooked of the large animal. He used to ride horses as a child, but not anymore. The English countryside was a long time ago, deep within his scarred past
He blinked a few times, awaking back to the present as he smiled to the woman again and heard her question
“Mn? Oh.. why I’m a professor of Archeology back home in London. I teach at a University there, you see. I’m simply on a business trip.”
He hummed and gently shrugged his shoulders, showing a bit of teeth
“But I have time for some tea. Would you like some tea? I’d be happy to pour you a cup if you’d like to take a minute to sit with me.”
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[Good.Pointe]

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 | 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 | 𝟐𝟎 | 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐲) | 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐞 | 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧

xxxxxℛose turned her head to look at Hershel. After a few seconds of silence, she notices the man snap back to reality. Rose smiles politely back, listening intently to his answer. She nods, just to show she didn't disapprove. She continued to pet her gelding, deciding not to bring up his zoning out. She did that frequently, and a practical stranger asking about it becomes uncomfortable for her pretty quickly, so she just let it happen and dropped it. She swayed on her heels and kept her body language relatively closed off.
"You know what? Why not. I've had a busy day, a little tea break sounds relaxing before it's back to chores at home," Rose replied with a smirk, Hershel's little rhyme giving her a chuckle. She dropped her hands back down to her sides.

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xxxxx𝕋he tall horse leaned in to Rose's affection and listened carefully to the conversation. Knight shifted his weight in response to his owner swaying back. He kept his head in her reach, but picked it up a bit higher, opening his eyes abruptly. He wasn't expecting her to rock back, but that behavior wasn't uncommon, especially when she was speaking to someone new, so he lowered his head back down. His eyes remained open, flicking back and forth between Rose and Hershel.

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xx𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐑𝐗𝐄𝐒

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞: Bathroom 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Wendy, Cyrus
𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 And so, out of sheer
politeness, Artaxerxes ventures
out to subside his now-growing,
extremely intense boredom. Fun!

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...Artaxerxes is very bored. He loves natural science, truly and dearly, but there is really no way that he could keep swirling his brain with the vivid greens and reds of Linnaeus. In fact, Artaxerxes would rather die. He doesn't know why the last fellow decided taxonomy was mind-blowingly interesting... perhaps because it primed him for mischief, every time, without fail. You sly dog, cadaver. He gets right up, pulls his cloak back over his shoulders, and leaves the book of taxonomy right where he left it...but not before having a bit of fun. The cloak jingles with every shift of movement, sending a spiral of shimmer of light, chiming music into the air as he walks. With this, he pulls out Sídhe, and, accompanying the noise of the cloak, he plays a twinkling tune. Now, whomever opens this book next will be overcome with love for the first person they see...but only if it's someone they absolutely despise. Have fun.

With that out of the way and a low, melodic chuckle echoing down the hall(sounding...very evil), Artaxeres is ready to go explore. He has to check out some of the rooms beyond the expansive foyer and entertaining spaces, so now it's time to check out the littler rooms. He walks just confidently enough that nobody would quite question why he's there. After some thorough judgement of the consistency of the vaguely victorian atmosphere, he is ready to get equally nosy and poke in to the bathrooms. He is hoping he won't find very much cream coloured mar-

...Oh. People that look equally out of place. "Ah...whoops. I do hope I'm not interrupting anything. Just trying to find the key to the hidden collection of ancient vampiric texts." He gives an apologetic smile and a light laugh, accompanied by the twinkling of his cloak as he pulls it up some off the ground. You can see the steel rods in place of his bones move from under his shirt as he rests a hand on the doorframe. "Unless, that is, you're also here for just that. In which case..." He makes a very bad finger gun and a little 'bang!' sound effect to boot. "(Joking, of course. I don't carry a handgun)." Artaxerxes, no. That was terrible.

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Hershel Grey Holm
27 yrs / Human / Male / Tags: Rose
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Hershel grinned at her response. A perfect way to get to know each other better, was over a nice cup of tea. He gestured for her to follow him and he led her back onto the street and down a block towards a cafe. This cafe had outdoor seating, and he pulled a chair out for her, pushing it in if she chose to sit down.
He wasn't too sure about what to do with the horse, he figured it would be fine just on the sidewalk. The sidewalk was pretty wide anyways, and there weren't a whole lot of people walking back and forth.
The man sat his suitcase down on the ground as he sat in his own chair across the way from Rose and spun it around. He sat it on its back and flicked a few hidden levers on the bottom, before pulling it back up by the handle to stand on its feet again. He then turned the handle an entire 180 degrees, before opening the mysterious box. This opened the box up to a tea set, which he pulled out and passed her a cup with a saucer. He set out one for himself and began to rifle through his ingredients
"What kind of tea do you fancy today? I have all sorts of flavors. Me? I prefer something citrusy today.."
He pulled out a small clear plastic bag and opened it up to dump the ingredients into his cup, crumpling up the plastic and stuffing it into his pocket.
The suitcase held an entire tea set, and yet curiously enough, it looked as if it could hold more than that as well. That somehow, opening up the rest of it would reveal more secrets. The problem was, it looked to be a normal suitcase. There wasn't any visible way of opening up the rest of it
He lifted his head and looked to her with a smile
"So what'll it be?"
He lifted a tea pot from his case and held it. A small bit of steam was floating up from the tip of the spout
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[TrashGoblinQueen]

I r e n e // F e m a l e // G a r g o y l e // M a i d // T a g s : Kiki , Open

Irene smiled and crossed her arms, content with how easy the transition to the manner has been so far. "Well, as long as you still want too, I would love to start the tour!" she glanced around at the many antique-looking doors and hallways awaiting them, wondering where Kiki would choose to take her first.

As she spun on his stiletto to look around, Irene felt a sharp pain shoot through her from her ankle, yet again being reminded of her crack. She mouthed a curse, wincing, before trying to compose herself as not to worry her new acquaintance.

She unfurled her wings, clearing her throat and turning to the kitsune confidently, "Oh, one more thing, would you mind if I flew, or more, glided for the tour? I hate to be a bother, but I did a rather thoughtless thing, and um-" she modestly pulled her stocking slightly to show her wound, which resembled a slight crack on an aging stone wall, with a little bit of crumbling and chipping forming around it, "Somehow managed to injure myself slightly."

[Fenris_Ulf]

Nicho'bala Truentsa| Nico or boy!| 10|Shifter|Position: Butler|Tags: Mary
The not very keen and sleepy eyes of the shifter, watched the boy in front of him as he tried to figure out what to do. Watching the eyes flick to each stuffed animal, NIco would be a liar if he said his grip on the tiger had not tightened, he knew it was not his, but the boy had grown attached to it already. "A story about the animals?" he repeated in a near whisper, although the tone of a question was not muddled. quietly he set the tiger a few inches closer towards Mary as he looked back up at the blanket above,"I-I do not know how to start the story, so you can sir" he whispered as he slowly laid back down

[Peste]

harrison king || 22 || male || weredog || stable hand || tags;; open

with a small hum, harry checked his watch as he entered the stables. it was a free day for him and he needed to get some supplies plus he enjoyed riding into town. he's only been working at the manor for about a week now and he's still trying to get adjusted to everything. he stopped by the tack room to grab armageddon's tack before heading towarda the stall that kept his stallion. harry placed the tack on the stall door before unlocking it and pulling the door open. "hello darling" harrison said softly as he rubbed the horse's nose before gently patting his neck. he quickly got the thoroughbred tacked up and adjusted the equipment so that it was more comfortable on the equine. with a small smile and a pat ont he horse's neck, harry led the stallion out of his stall and out of the stables before mounting up into the english saddle. he sat up straight and tapped the equine's side, urging the large animal into a walk. within 10 minutes, harry moved armageddon into a trot as they continued on their path to town.

[r0adkill]

𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑙

Nephilim | Male | Appears 20 | Stablehand | Bisexual
Location: Stables | Tags: Harrison King
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Xzavier let out a yawn as he made his was towards the stables. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes before crossing his arms over his chest. As much as he loved working with the horses, he absolutely dreaded waking up in the early hours. The grass underfoot crunched as frozen dew was broken by Xzavier's boots. He drew in a deep breath before releasing it in a sigh as he walked into the stables. The nephilim, still in a sleepy haze, walked directly past his fellow stablehand and directly to his mare.

"Morning, Momo," He mumbled, scratching the horses neck. After his greeting, he turned, finally noticing the other man. "O-Oh! Hi!" He said, shooting the other a nervous smile. He waved awkwardly, as the man was already tacked up and on his way out of the stables. He backed up a bit, feeling more comfortable and confident with Mona at his side.

𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐

Fallen angel | Male | Appears 12 | Townsfolk
Location: Lysandre Manor | Tags: Everest Lysandre
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Whilst Valac slept, he really seemed to look like a child. His hand, previously petting the wolf, came to rest on Everest's shoulder. A soft sigh left his lips as he slept, holding the black beast close to him. His slumber was dreamless and relatively peaceful with all things considered. Once a few hours had passed, light green eyes fluttered open. The feeling of soft fur against his cheek was an immediate comfort as he came to. The fire was now a few smoldering embers, leaving the room in near darkness. He began to move his hand through thick black fur once again, letting out a small yawn. "Ev?" He mumbled softly. "I'm awake now," He continued, moving his free hand to rub at his eyes. The pain in his body was little to nothing at this point, a dull ache at most.

𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑟

Vampire | Female | Appears 9 | Stoker Family Member
Location: Roaming the manor | Tags: None
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Mikazuki let out a soft huff of discontent as she stomped down the hallways of the manor. She couldn't find a soul to bother. Her cat had gone missing, though that was fairly common, and her uncle was no where to be found. She made her way to the staircase, gripping the railing tightly as she cautiously walked down the steps. More than once, she had fallen down the stairs and she was eager not to make the same mistake again. Once down the stairs, she made her way to the kitchen. Perhaps she could find a way to end her boredom over a glass of lemonade. A small hand reached out, grabbing the handle of the fridge once she felt it beneath her palm. Now came the hard part. Where was the lemonade?

𝑊𝑜𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

Human/Healer | Male | 19 | Townsfolk
Location: Home/The Shop | Tags: None
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Deep brown eyes blinked open, still heavy from sleep. A deep sigh followed as Young pulled the blankets back over himself, tossing onto his other side as he did so. For a short while, he attempted to fall back asleep but eventually the blonde rolled out of bed. The room was quiet, other than the soft trickle of water coming from the filter of an aquarium. Though he had been living in the small studio apartment above his flower shop for about a year now, the room was sparsely decorated. A full sized bed with a soft white comforter took up the right corner of the area. Across from the bed hung a television and under that, a large aquarium placed on top of a dresser. On the right side of his room was a petite kitchen, separated with a breakfast bar and filled with plants. Opposite of that was a small work space.

Young let out a sigh as he checked his phone, realizing that he had slept far past the shops opening time. He crossed the room to his dresser, pulling out a pair of black jeans and a white button up. The button up was rolled to the elbow and tucked into his jeans. He slipped his phone into his back pocket and made his way to the small bathroom in the apartment. Washing his face and brushing his teeth quickly, he took a final look at himself in the mirror before making his way down the stairs leading into the shop.

A pair of black gloves were pulled onto pale hands which then turned the lock on the shop doors and flipped the sign from closed to open. He kicked open the door and placed a door step to keep it open before making his way towards the counter of the shop, picking up a moisture tester and checking the soils of his plants.

[Squirrelstar123]

||Larkin Stoker | 26 | Human | Head of Household | Homosexual | Location: Room | Tags: Franz, LeMarc||

Larkin’s brown eyes snapped up and to look at the butler from where the human was kneeling. “I would like to think what you mean by that is to consult my sister. I don’t think we really need to is worry and possibly upset Mika and well... I don’t think it is ideal to ask any of my family outside of the household, naturally.” The very last thing he wanted was to let anyone else in the family know how dire the situation was. Honestly, he didn’t even know where the rest of the family was but Lark didn’t want to let that in. The only way he knew if someone was still around was when they finally show up out of the blue and the rare letter or phone call.

||Adelia Lewis | 18 | Human | Maid | Heterosexual | Location: Hallway | Tags: Fal||

Adelia swallowed hard when Fal followed forward, glaring her down, as she had stepped away from him. The growing fear inside her faded a bit when Facilier stopped and even took a step back himself. “O-oh, okay. I didn’t mean to frustrate you..” Adelia stammered slightly, sure it was her that had frustrated him. She ducked a little in embarrassment for what she was about to say. “If that is what you wish then what is your name, sir? I am afraid to say that I don’t know it. As for myself, it’s actually Adelia but I guess Addy works too..” She responded, speaking softer when she was referring to herself however. By now, the fear she had felt had dissipated completely and she was visibly less tense.

||Deirdre Scarborough | Appears 25 | Spirit | Cook | Heterosexual | Location: Ballroom | Tags: Marc-Anthony||

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||Katheryne Grey | 19 | Werewolf | Homeless | Heterosexual | Location: Evan’s Cabin | Tags: Evan||

While picking another flower, Katheryne noticed Mittens playing with the flowers where they just were. A soft smile of amusement played at her lips and her golden gaze slid over to look at Evan. The basket now was sitting between them and he was reaching out to help her pick some of the flowers. The werewolf paused to watched Evan with interest and wondered if he knew how to pick the flowers correctly. Unfortunately, Katie wouldn’t find out since the spirit’s hand went right through the flower like there was nothing at all. Not even a stir to the petals.. Pity seeped into her heart for Evan and a doleful expression took over her face. “Evan.” She murmured, attempting to comfort him as Evan started getting clearly upset. When Evan swung his first kick, out of instinct, Katheryne flinched away from the patch of flowers. “Hey!” Startled eyes looked up at the angry spirit as he kept ‘kicking’ the flowers and yelling about how stupid he was. “Hey! Hey! Evan, stop!” The werewolf yelled while rising to her feet and started to freak out a little herself. Katie held her arms out with her hands up, trying to show Evan to stop. She didn’t even realize he had started crying as well until this moment, making her freak out a little more mentally and feel very uncertain about what she could do. “Evan... It’s okay. It’s just flowers. I understand that it must be hard to be so limited and that it hurts greatly, but that doesn’t make you stupid. You’re not stupid. So please don’t blame yourself because it’s not your fault.” Katheryne spoke gently, carefully watching Evan with her arms still outstretched. Rather, this was her fault. “I’m so sorry Evan. I didn’t realize or think about how teaching this would affect you. If you want someone to blame and call stupid, please let it be me and not yourself.” Katie’s arms lowered and now eyed Evan with uncertainty, waiting for his response.