Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor (Revamp)(Accepting)

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||Larkin Stoker | 26 | Human | Head of Household | Homosexual | Location: Attic | Tags: ~~||

Lark ignored all the shouts and almost fell down the steps, as he was going too fast to be certain his steps were exact and stable. Everything was too much and with the adrenaline, all Lark wanted was to run and hide in a place that was safe and comforting. A place where he could also take a second to breathe and actually process what happened. So that is here he headed but little did he know, Lark was still being pursued by his hungry uncle. Larkin ignored anyone he passed in the hallways as he continued to run to a particular place. This spot hadn’t been used for this purpose since he was a young child, as he had outgrown the habit. This place was actually his sister’s room because when he was younger, being around Aerona had comforted him despite her being younger than him.

||Adelia Lewis | 18 | Human | Maid | Heterosexual | Location: Library | Tags: Open||

Adelia had left the ballroom and strange guest behind a while ago and was now curled up in the library. Her favorite spot was on the sofa that was near the fireplace but not too close, obviously. It was comfortable and warm although sometimes she would get too hot if she sat there for too long. A book was in her hands and she was immersed in the story it was telling through the words on the pages. It was about four kingdoms that took place a long time ago with the history and stories about them. It was rather an interesting read so far, although she was still unsure if this was suppose to be true or if it was completely fiction.

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

Deirdre felt a little bit more confident about her choice when Marc agreed with her method. When he spoke about going to great lengths to make her smile, Deirdre was rather confused about what he had meant. “Oh, Love. You always make me smile.” She responded, trying to reassure him if he had any doubt about it. After Marc put the clock down and opened the doors, she was absolutely speechless at what was revealed. It was beautiful and so different than anything she saw beyond the manor windows. She stood there in awe and openly gawked at the impossible scenery in front of her. Her beloved’s voice brought Deirdre back and all she could do was nod at him, still at lost with words. “Always.” Deirdre raised her hand up and her fingers reached out to Marc-Anthony’s hand before clasping them around gently. Deirdre’s heart melted at what he said and she smiled, her eyes watering a bit. “I love you.” She softly said, squeezing his hand and looking up at him with much emotion.

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

As Evan answered her questions, Katheryne felt the panicked feeling in her chest lessen and she was able to breathe a little better again. She felt a little relieved by the fact it would not be very likely for anyone to stumble upon the place and the cabin isn’t known by anyone else, at least to Evan’s knowledge. Although the werewolf didn’t have a real reason, she took the spirit’s word for it and decided to trust him. Katie was surprised when Evan asked if she was alright because she looked a little nervous. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She replied and her eyes drifting away to avoid eye contact with Evan. Her eyes then closed for a few moments, thinking that if she was going to live with this person then she should learn to not be so closed off and distant. It made her question why she even agreed to stay to begin with, as she wasn’t sure if she was ready to even open up about anything to another person. Especially grow attached to someone else, not after everyone she had already lost. Her golden eyes reappeared as Katie opened her eyes, realizing that maybe she didn’t have to but this wasn’t about anything secret or personal. “I was just...” Katie begin, faltering a little but continued her sentence. “Scared of the prospect of someone uninvited showing up.” She admitted and her eyes moved back to look directly into Evan’s. She didn’t mention the fact that it was a human encounter that she was particularly terrified of, as she felt like it would be needless to say.

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Aerik "Bushman" Gunnarsson
25 yrs / Hybrid / Male / Tags: Viktor
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Bush wiped a bit of water from his eyes and turned to look back at the man who was standing atop the water like a deity. He hummed and wondered what kind of humanoid this guy was.. Either that or what kind of spell he was under to see such a feat. Though while the other talked it seemed as if he was trying to blame everything on him. It didn't make sense but it seemed like an illogical way of dealing with loss
"I'm sure you can play the music again while I'm not here." he replied and took up his violin to come over and show to the man who was still, standing on the water. This didn't bother him much. He had pointed ears like an elf, everyone had their special quirks.
He opened up the case and showed it to the stranger, frowning a little bit
"Some of the strings broke.. and I'm pretty sure the tuning pegs are a bit loose.. but I don't know how to fix them."
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Vengal Krishnan
19 yrs / Avian / Male / Tags: Jessica
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Vengal nodded and figured she was right. It was either him, or nobody. He didn't know one person in this manor who felt the same way about his life. Perhaps he was the next step in their freedom. But all of this revolt thinking was making him exhausted. He sighed and as Jess got off him he stood and shook a bit of water from himself. It helped a little bit but he had fallen into the water in all his clothes. He was drenched and water logged. A nice warm shower would do it, and a toss in the dryer for his clothes.
"You and I should really talk more.." he said aloud as they headed back inside and left the pool to go still once more, like a mirror.
A portal to another world.
"I don't normally have the freedom to talk to a lot of people around here. It was nice to at least feel a bit better about myself though. Thank you."
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Marc-Anthony Amserlen
30 yrs / Automaton / Male / Tags: Deirdre ♥
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Marc-Anthony was grinning madly, he loved seeing her so happy. It had been years since the last time she was truly in awe like this. There was still more waiting for her past the doors, the moment she took his hand he chuckled gently and if he had skin and blood, would have blushed. The man lifted her hand to his lips and without breaking eye contact, kissed the back of her hand.
"I love you too.. so much, my dear," he replied with a grin, lowering her hand and squeezing it tight "But come with me, there is still so much more you have to see!"
He turned for the forest, pulling her gently with him as he left behind his cane. It dropped into the grass by the door, and as they entered their amazing little world the doors slowly shut on their own. Now they were truly immersed. He smiled around at the amazing scenery, listening to the chirping birds and the noises around them. It was almost time, they could sense it.
"I want to show you something!"
He ducked through the brush, using an arm to brush that bush out of the way so that Deirdre could pass as well. There was a great willow tree with a stream running beside it. Soft moss grew around the base while little birds hopped about the branches above.
It was a beautiful sight to behold.
Marc's pocket burned and his fingers flexed. Almost, almost.
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[Not here]

«—Jessica Marie
«—Unknown age
«—Female
«—Daemon
«—Manor Pool
«—Vengal

Gold dust surrounded her body once more and in a split second, the black cat had grew in a larger than normal wolf. Shaking out her fur, she felt most comfortable in this form. It was big enough to intimidate but also to make others feel better protected and comfortable. Side eyeing the young male, she bowed in appreciation for him listening her. Just whistle and ill come to you whenever you want. She walked beside, keeping him company till he would whisk her away. It wasn't often that she would talk to anyone, especially a lost soul. She kept her head low because she didnt want to come off as intimidating. Its no problem dear. Everyone loses their way and needs some outside force to help them get through their problems. Ill always lend an ear if you need to talk. You are still so young and have so much to look forward to in your life. There is no need to cut it short and leave suffering for others so soon.

[~ rat ~]

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[twenty two] [female] [human] [bisexual] [townsfolk] [location ,, outside manor] [mentions ,, none] [tags ,, cyrus]
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Wendy couldn’t help but smile as cyrus clapped for her, inflating her somewhat already large ego. Quite dramatically she bowed, twilight one hand then flaring her arm out behind her while holding her other arm close to her. Surprisingly her sunglasses had stayed planted on her face throughout the whole endeavor, even when she fell from the tree. It’s possible she had a secret superpower to keep the glasses on her face that even she didn’t know about. why thank you! What a generous score, cyrus. the smile on her face faltered a little as her adrenaline high ebbed away and the gash on her leg began to throb with pain. Glancing down at the injury she could tell it wasn’t too deep or long, she’s had worse happen to her, but the cut was starting to hurt like hell. She would be able to handle it for now though, at least while she was snooping around the manor, then she could tend to it later. But with the pain wendy was feeling giddy. She had done it. She had found the place that held the inhumans, or at least what she thought was the place that housed them. For all she knew this was just some old, abandoned manor with nothing inside but the smell of mildew and bugs. So far from the looks of the well kept lawn this place was very much lived in.

Then her smiled faded at cyrus’s next words. Had she just heard him right? Disbelief fell across her face as she stared at him through the gates. you’re joking, right? is what she said, her mind trying to figure out if he was indeed just playing around. After all his sarcasm wasn’t exactly noticeable, however it didn’t seem like he was joking around. you could have opened this door the whole time? I just climbed a tree and jumped a wall! But you’re telling me you could have picked the lock and i didn’t need to do any of that? she was furious, her face growing red with anger. She grabbed onto the bars of the gate, debating whether or not she wanted to try and punch cyrus. Maybe she could send spike on him, watch with pleasure as the dog mauled the man. (spike wouldn’t do so, he’s too passive to hurt anyone) but she needed a way to get spike to her on the other side of the gate, and cyrus seemed to be the only way to get the dog to her, not to mention the open gate could be a good escape route if she needed it. Heavily sighing and clenching her jaw wendy released her grip on the gate and stepped back from it. i think you might have to … pick the lock.




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[seventy ,, looks twenty-ish] [male] [spirit] [demi-pansexual] [homeless] [location ,, old cabin] [mentions ,, none] [tags ,, katheryne]
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evan wasn't exactly sure if he believed katie when she said she was fine, but he wasn't the prying type so he went along with what she told him. all he knew was katie looked less nervous than she had seconds ago, so he supposed that was a good thing. still, he couldn't quite figure out why she became jumpy all of a sudden. he really needs to learn how to put two and two together. for a few moments evan simply watched katie as she had her eyes closed. while looking at her the though popped up that people had changed over the past fifty or so years. looking at her he could tell so much had changed in that time, the time he had cut off most contact with the world and its inhabitants. he probably missed out on so many things while living in this bubble of his. sure, he had explored the town a few times but that's all he ever did. he explored the town since he couldn't exactly travel the world. being dead didn't allow for much world travelling. it also had been a good few years since he had last visited the town. part of him felt like heading into town to see what was up with it, but he didn't exactly want to leave katie alone just yet in his house. it wasn't that he didn't trust her, but he didn't not trust. until he got to know her better there would be his fine line between his trust in her. then she opened her eyes and evan glanced down at mittens so it didn't look like he had been watching her like a creep. trust me, nobody knows of the cabin. it's been long forgotten. nobody uninvited should show up. he tried to reassure her, although he couldn't promise it. who knows, some stranger could stumble into the woods and find the house easily, it's just that hasn't happened ever. then an idea popped into his head. would you like to see the garden? i can tell you're a little stressed and i find the garden to be ... relaxing. it was somewhat of a strange offer, but to evan it looked like katie needed a relaxing place to get her mind off of any unintended visitors.

[MacabreSmile]

Prince of the Damned|LeMarc|Head Butler|Half-Demon|Tagged: Arty

The half-demon squirms and thrashes like a snake under a rock, lashing claws out at the odd being on top of him. LeMarc is no stranger to pain, but the feeling of electrons bouncing around in his body is not familiar in the slightest. He barely stops himself from crying out by gritting his teeth, harsh and quick. This heat was nothing like hellfire. Where the fire that normally blurred through him was a physical, persistent heat, the electrical shock was fast and sharp. Fire could not hurt him, but this..This most certainly could.

"What sort of idiot are you?!" He hisses, thrashing away form the large stranger. His attempts to use his telekinesis fall short, body much too busy dealing with such unwonted pain. What kind of question was this? Why was LeMarc stopping a stranger from interfering with a rapid and, honestly, insane vampire? Why wouldn't he? It's difficult to voice that, though, so many words beyond him when he is wrestling with both his own body, and this foreign dude. Instead, he manages to get out some choice words representing his anger and confusion, words of intense vulgarity which truly do not belong in the mouth of such a gentleman.

Resident Scholar|Franz Joseph|Attic Hermit|Vampire|Tagged: Lark

There's a crash and a loud cry of pain followed by silence. IT takes Franz about half a minute to realise both those sounds were caused by him, and that he is now lying in a heap on the floor at the foot of the attic staircase, which evidently was not created to be crawled down. Still in a carnal haze of bloodlust and regrets, he does not dwell on his own actions for long before he staggers to his feet and shuffles after the smell of his prey. One of his hands drags agains the wall as he walks, bones moving at creaking, odd angles as if he forgot how to use his legs. A smear of dust and grime follows in his wake, something that LeMarc will no doubt be really annoyed about later. He can still hear the pumping of blood. Constant. Warm.

Lady of the Lake|Eadgyd|Edith|Homeless|Kelpie|Tagged: 'some stupid nok', 'random mortal'

Rounding on the trees that surround the water, Eadgyd presses herself flush against a large willow trunk and peaks around the wood to see strangers standing in her swamp. How dare they! She leaves for a few minutes to yell at the gods, and some random git thinks he can wander in and steal her prey! Why she outta..."Stupid bleedin' men with their- what even is that? a heckkin' huldrakarl? How dare 'e bring his sorry..." Her words muddle off into an unintelligible grumble as she grabs onto the lowest hanging branch of her chosen tree and swings herself up among the curtain-like leaves of the weeping willow. Camouflaged among the branches, she skirts closer and continues to spy on a water bug and her stolen prey.

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Astrid Griffin | Female | 19 | Shape-Shifter | Location: Lost in the Gardens HALP | Tags: N/A

Astrid looked down at her maid outfit. SHe still couldn't believe that she had been hired. She was hired for her very first job at the Manor and it kind of scared her. I mean she was hired a month ago and she still worries that she would be fired any moment. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as she walked through the halls of the Manor. Astrid had looked for a few other chores he had to do, but she couldn't find anything so she decided to just wander around the grounds looking for something to come up. As she walked she seemed to tune out of her whereabouts and began to hum causing her to lose track of where she was. Somehow she had found herself lost in the beautiful gardens and no matter how hard she tried she seemed to be unable to find the right path back. "Shoot." She whispered to herself, something she has done for her entire life, as someone without many friends."Now what..."

[jitterbuggz]

XXXXXXXX Blaire Hawking - 21 - pyromancer - ♀ - homosexual
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Like any other ordinary day, sitting in an all too familiar garden, tending to the plethora of plants and shrubbery. Blaire Hawking sat among the beauty of the Crescentwood Garden; a place which was very precious to her. Though you might find it odd... What's a Pyromancer doing in a garden? Surrounded by plants. It was strange, yes, but Blaire was always careful when she played with her own powers. The young girl shoved her hands into a mound of fertilizer, digging out spots for more seedlings to call their home. She didn't bother using a shovel when her hands could do the job just as well. "In you go little seeds... Grow big and strong, make this place even more beautiful." Blaire chuckled and gently placed a few seeds inside of the freshly dug hole. After she had gone and covered the seeds, a sigh escaped her thin lips. 'Suppose it's time for a break...' She had thought to herself while standing up and brushing off her thighs. A quick stroll through the garden wouldn't hurt too bad, besides! This place was huge, and there was much to take in. You could easily become lost.

[Winchester's Wolf]

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yrus L. 𝔇esdemona- "You don't know what a man's loss is."
43-Male | Grim Reaper | Manor Guest | Homo-None | tags; Wendy
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Cyrus laughed a little when Wendy had bowed and thanked him for the generous score he had giving here, which was the same score that she had given him from landing in a sort of a graceful matter when he jumped out of a tree. But she probably already knew that. "No problem, after all, you gave me a generous score in the first place," he laughed as he turned a little just to face Spike, still resisting the urge to pet the pitbull.

He then turned her attention back towards Wendy who asked him if he was joking, in which he only laughed, "I don't joke around when it comes to breaking and entering- even though I did it once but that is a whole 'nother story." He rocked back and forth on his heels, softly grinning at the new rage that Wendy displayed. "Well yes, the suffering of humankind is somewhat enjoyable, and staying out here for hours can really drive a man to boredom, in case you forgot," he yawned nonchalantly before standing still. He rummaged through his back pockets of his pants, only to pull out two bobby pins. Which he really needed one, but two wouldn't hurt. Cyrus then strode over towards the gate, glancing at Wendy, "And please do calm down- violence isn't permitted anywhere. Especially with the new cut of yours, you don't want to make that worse, no?" By the time he finished what he was saying, he had picked the lock, sadly breaking the pin in the process (which he didn't need to worry about as there was his newfound friend was in the manor, selling stolen goods for a pen). He looked at Wendy and pushed the gate in, glancing down at Spike and then back at the human, "Tada~ I have broken the pin, but why does that matter- half the time I don't put my hair up. At least the gate is unlocked for you."

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verest 𝔏ysandre- "I don't like unlocked doors."
18-Female | Wolf | Stray | Unknown-None | tags; Valac
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As she walked with Valac, her heart heavy with a bit of guilt and her own sadness, she was beginning to think of ways to have someone come to her and follow her to the old manor. There was possibly no one that she could trust, and besides, wouldn't it be worse if someone spotted her talking to someone? That would get her chased out of town. Or well, possibly killed due to the murder she committed not too long ago. Once the two reached the room and Valac sat down in the armchair, thanking her, she could on;t shake her head and slump down right next to one of the arms of the chair. Everest watched as the tiny flames of the fire slowly die out. She padded over towards the fireplace, soon to push the wood a couple of times to allow the flames to grow. She quickly brought her paw back and returned to the chair and Valac, her tail tucked in between her legs and her ears flat, "I'm sorry Valac. I would try to get someone, but what's the use? There's no one out in the forest. And I can't waltz into town, asking that my friend who helped me commit a crime is in need of medical attention. I guess...You'll just have to...rest." Everest plopped down next to the chair again, soon to slowly sink down to the floor, watching the fire.

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | Bi-None | tags; Nico/Mary
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Facilier made his weay down the halls and towards the kitchen to get some ice. ~~traveling~~

Mary didn't wake up as being violently shaken by the smol cat-hybrid butler. IT took him a bit to wake up and turn over, pushing Nico away from him lightly. He then sat up and rubbed his eyes tiredly, " "Whaaaaaaaaat?" Mary then looked around, not really aware that his father had returned to the manor, only to soon leave. He turned his attention back to Nico, and waited.

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ary J. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
10-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; Nico/Fal
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~post w/Fal~

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tellaluna- *Aggressive Clicking Noises* "Lookie here, how queer."
13-Female | Ghost Bat | Manor Animal | Unknown-None | tags; xxx
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Stellaluna was in the walls, snuggled up in her collection of bobby pins and the cloths for glasses. She was warm and wouldn't want to move at all. Too bad she didn't have any tiny friends to share this kingdom with.

[Fenris_Ulf]

Nicho'bala Truentsa| Nico or boy!| 10|Shifter|Position: Butler|Tags: Mary
Nico was growing desperate as he was trying to wake the boy who was somehow still sleeping through all of this. Eventually Mary woke, only to be greeted by his worried face. "M-Mary I have to be honest, your papa does not really like me. Maybe it is because I am a cat, or maybe because of some other things I did that I don't remember, but he came back and caught me. C-Could you prehaps ask him to let me go. He told me I couldn't move" he flinched moving his hand to his throbbing head. Shaking his head weakly he looked back at him,"Please?"

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Astrid Griffin | Female | 19 | Shape-Shifter | Location: Lost in the Gardens HALP | Tags: Blaire

The female looked around as she continued to make her way through the many paths of the garden. Her foot made contact with something and she fell face first on the soft dirt the plants were sat in. "Dirt. Okay." Astrid stood up and brushed off her now dirty maid outfit. She swallowed hoping to get out soon so she could clean it off. She at least needed water to clean it off if she couldn't get out of this large garden. She moved forward and turned a corner coming face-first with the gardener, or at least she thought the female in front of her was a gardener. I hope she is a gardener and not lost like me. Maybe then she can help me get out. But then again if she is lost like me I guess we both are gonna die. Why am I so bad at directions? Or is it just this garden? "Um....hi." Astrid shyly said to the female in front of her.