Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor (Revamp)(Accepting)

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«—Jessica Marie
«—Unknown age
«—Female
«—Daemon
«—Manor
«—Jo

Letting out light chirping noises, her pupils grew wide as the light dance on his fingertips. Her feet did light tippy taps as she got excited. She might had hated the the sun or bright things but she loved shiny thing and right now her eyes were on the screwdriver. Her blue eyes followed the screwdriver and felt a bit jealous he wasnt sharing. Then he offered the little one and she got excited once more. Extending her wings, she took off in his direction and carefully hoovered above his hand. She very carefully reached out and took the screwdriver into her sharp claws then landed by his feet. Holding the screwdriver up to her eyes, she marveled in the metallic color. Joking, she puffed up her chest feathers and tried her best to look sassy. “This will do just fine. Thank you.” She was really excited to had received something so shiny and now hers.

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[twenty two] [female] [human] [bisexual] [townsfolk] [location ,, outside manor] [mentions ,, none] [tags ,, cyrus]
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as wendy walked further onto the grounds she was surprised to see that it was so well kept and, quite honestly, beautiful. the grass was trimmed perfectly, flower bushes were dotted around with already bloomed perennials and other budding flowers, not to mention the horses she could hear off in the distance neighing were a surprise to hear. she had seen the well kept lawn from on the other side of the gates, but up close everything looked and seemed more vibrant than that on the opposite side of the gates. magic, she though, it has to be magic to make everything so lovely just after winter. that, or the groundskeeper and gardeners were actually good at their jobs, though this thought didn't actually cross wendy's mind. noticing cyrus walk up beside her wendys eyes darted over to look at him. ah, so you have a knack for angering people. could it possibly be your cryptic words or the fact that you leave out useful information. possibly both paired together? she said to him with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. seriously, who just leaves out the fact they they can pick locks and instead allows someone to climb a tree and hop a wall? wendy will most likely be eternally angry with cyrus for that. you're not wrong. with a place like this they should have some first aid somewhere. she stated, the best option to try and get in would be a door or window. since they entered through a side gate and not the front gate it would be best to find a backdoor to get inside the manor. spike can walk himself! dropping the leash wendy the pointed at it. the pitbull perked up and jumped forward and grabbed the leash in his mouth. holding his head high spike walked alongside wendy. it took her too long to train him to do that, but she had been waiting her entire life to show off the trick. plus, it's more so spike walking me than me walking him. nearing the back of the manor wendy looked about the walls for a door to get it. spotting one she hobbled to it, spike walking closely behind her while proudly holding the leash in his mouth. once she reached the door wendy jiggled the handle. to her dismay it was open. damn, i wish it was that easy to open anything, she glanced at cyrus as she said this. shall we? she stepped aside and spike walked right on into the manor.


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[seventy ,, looks twenty-ish] [male] [spirit] [demi-pansexual] [homeless] [location ,, old cabin] [mentions ,, none] [tags ,, katheryne]
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leading the way through the house and to the backyard evan opened the backdoor, holding it open for katie. the backyard was as expected to be, full of overgrown plants and decayed furniture. a wooden picket fence separated the woods from the garden. a stone path lead from the backdoor, through the center of the garden, and to the opposite end of the garden. to the immediate right were old wicker chairs and small round table that have fallen apart due to exposure to the elements. the wood lays decaying and on a pile on the ground. on the immediate left is a gardening box full of old gardening tools that have rusted over and serve no use any more. alos to the left is a gate that leads into a second garden, this one used to grow vegetables and fruits. in the main yard the grass is overgrown but not to a crazy degree. further into the yard on both side of the path flower bushes sprout from the ground ranging from roses to heather to bluebells. though the prized jewel of the garden, his mother believed, was the willow that wasn't actually in the garden, it was a little past the fence however it's branches and leaves fell over the fence and into the garden. little painted pots and stones were scattered around the garden. evans mother had made the garden years ago by grabbing native species from around and relocating them into the yard boundaries, other than the willow. she cared for the flowers like they were her children and they thrived long after she had passed. evan likes to believe that she's still caring for the flowers as spirit herself. even though they were always low on money she had also bought the pots and paints and allowed the children to paint the pots as well as some stones they found around the house. as evan stepped out into the garden memories came flooding back to him, hitting him like a truck. it had been a while since he had been in the backyard. here's the garden. the flowers attract butterflies and birds in the spring. he told her. this had always been his most favorite place to go. sometime evan would help his mother and sisters garden or pick flowers. his favorites were the bluebells. i used to sit back here and pick flowers with my sisters. he admitted, not exactly sure why he was sharing that information. i guess you can call me a flower child. he joked in his monotone voice.

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female; shadow/human; 20 yrs; pan; butler; location: manor foyer; mentions: none; tags: stella

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'well, look at that. no one to take care of in sight! i want to do my job, but... do i really want to leave this safe haven where no one will bother me or beg to be observed with their presence?' leslie asked herself, her arm roaming along the top of the golden railing leading down the stairs into the foyer. she then heard a girl sassily talking to something... someone? 'great...' leslie really thought. 'safe haven, huh? leslie, you're a liar and i swear i can't bear you sometimes. go die, how about? death seems like about the same thing as interaction with this guest girl, her demeanor and all.' now practically dragging herself down the stairs, leslie saw the girl. she was every bit as prima donna looking as leslie had imagined her to look, and it was utterly horrifying. her brown hair in every place, it was all too perfect. she had blue eyes. evil blue eyes. the mix of light colored eyes and dark hair meant that they had to be pretty. dark and light mix too well, she supposed was the case all the time. she was a popular beauty, that leslie knew for a fact. even the girl's freckles seemed to be comparing their own looks to leslie's, and somehow even they seemed to think that they were better than her. how? don't ask her.

"um, excuse me ma'am... i'm leslie. i'm a butler, here to assist you in whatever way you choose me to." leslie said, doing a 'server smile', she called. that's a smile like a customer smile. she looked at her own ruffled knee- length skirt in a black and grey- silverish color, clumsily trying to smooth out it's creases. her top was a gamble, it ruffles looking like a million well-placed creases just waiting to be criticized. it's long sleeves were always in need of a smoothing due to it's creases at the chelidon, chest, and shoulders. leslie's hair looked messily nice, though, as if she was going for the 'i definitely don't care about my hair, it just naturally looks this way and that is why it's messy and not flawless like you wanted yours to look' sort of fashionable look. honestly, leslie would take anything she could get from this girl, and if this girl wanted anything at all, leslie would have to provide it, and fast. no matter what this girl said, nothing good could come out of it. for leslie, i mean.

[frostykitty]

Ａｌｅｘａｎｄｅｒ Ｔｒｅｌｌａ ｜ Ｔｒａｎｓ Ｍａｌｅ ｜ ２１ ｜ Ｃｏｏｋ
Alexander was in the middle of scraping a small handful of chopped onions into a large pot on the stove. A small amount of steam was coming from it, but it didn’t smell like too much yet. If you tried hard you might be able to pick out carrots and celery along with the onion, he seemed to be starting a soup. He glances up when he sees someone else pass through the doors of the kitchen but quickly looks back upon seeing a familiar figure... with some new additions.
The young vampire grins when he sees his new acquaintance, even though Vengal doesn’t seem to notice him yet. He doesn’t stare too long though, afraid of being caught and called weird. He returns to his work, preparing Mikazuki’s orders. He wasn’t doing much when he felt someone looking at him, as if their gaze heated his skin. He looked up and noticed it was none other than the person he had decided against doing the same thing.
Alexander looks over his shoulder to make sure that it was him, and he didn’t do that awkward wave to someone not waving to you. He looks back at Vengal, feeling his face heat up in slight embarrassment.
“Ah, uh... Hi! Vengal, correct?” As if he hadn’t been repeating the name in his head since they met, so happy to have met someone nice. “Uh, well... hi! What are you doing down here?”

Ｔｏｒｂｊｏｒｎ Ｇｕｎｎａｒｓｓｏｎ （Ｖｉｋｔｏｒ） ｜ Ｍａｌｅ ｜ ５７ （Ａｐｐｅａｒｓ ２３） ｜ Ｈｏｍｅｌｅｓｓ

Viktor looks over the instrument with a scrutinizing, faintly glowing glare. He knew he could easily fix it, but didn’t know if he wanted to yet. Well, of course he didn’t want to, he’d rather be having a nice meal and a new violin. He looks back up at the character in front of him, looking him up and down, examining him closely. He hums in thought before he decides to reach out and grab the man’s ear, pulling up on it. He hums again, getting closer and dropping the violin in the mucky shore, and pulls down the man’s lip with a claw to look at his teeth.
“What are you?” The nøkken says, scowling disapprovingly at what he sees. Pointed ears, but apart from that he had little to no inhuman features. How did a mere human resist his charming spell? It had never happened before and he was quite upset by it, feeling akin to offended.

[spirit • daydream]

Astrid Griffin | Female | 19 | Shape-Shifter | Location: A GARDEN FRIEND | Tags: Blaire

Astrid smiled softly as the female spoke. "Blaire. That's such a nice name." She blushed as she realized she said that out loud and laughed nervously. Soon Astrid frowned, "Why wouldn't he like your presence in the garden? I mean you seem pretty cool. I don't see any problems here." The female sighed. She looked around at the plants surrounding them and smiled softly, "So you cared for all of these, so you must think of them as like your friends or maybe even your family!" She looked at them more closely and touched the leaves of one softly. It must be nice to be surrounded by something that you cared for most of your time here. Astrid thought of her plain room, she had never been able to keep anything alive so plants were out of the question and she wasn't sure if he was allowed pets, but she knew that most animals would probably dislike her because of her abilities.

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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞: Attic 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Scream Chili
𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 Artaxerxes takes it into his
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Artaxerxes flushes gold. He has heard a great deal of things about himself with the upmost ill intention, but never quite to this...level of efficiency? Quickness? Enthusiasm? He eases off on the electric pulses but keeps his hands tight on LeMarc's neck, just enough to speak, but would be able to strangle him again if need be. "Alright, so, wrong question, then." Artaxerxes stops looking frustrated and more...confused. This fellow isn't trying to kill me, huh. But he is certainly loud, very loud... "...Why...exactly..um. Why did you and your husband come in here swinging? Does your doctor...does he...not usually...do that...?" Every word comes with another cloud of steam, now twisting into the shapes of serpents and circling around the pair, curiously. The man still doesn't remove his hands, but further loosens his grip in case his adversary needs to speak(civilly).

The stranger sort of cocks his head to one side, looking off and away for a moment, and accidentally almost chokes LeMarc while he's running through the list of things that both could go wrong, and any possible solutions to their...weird spider vampire problem. He is fairly certain he just saw him go from disheveled attic man to the stuff of nightmares(or what he assumes to be the stuff of nightmares, Artaxerxes has been told the subjects of his nightmares are...unconventional). Perhaps this is a problem with a solution, perhaps not, but he was going to have to earn his keep one way or another. This screaming man's husband was wearing too nice an outfit to not be one of the Stokers, he thinks, so...maybe he should not be trying to mortally injure this one. Having established that and looking sufficiently more embarrassed, he looks to the baton. "...Also. That. If you don't give it back, ah...I will have to murder you with my harp without hesitation. So perhaps you can consider doing that."

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[twenty two] [female] [human] [bisexual] [townsfolk] [location ,, outside manor] [mentions ,, none] [tags ,, cyrus]
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as wendy walked further onto the grounds she was surprised to see that it was so well kept and, quite honestly, beautiful. the grass was trimmed perfectly, flower bushes were dotted around with already bloomed perennials and other budding flowers, not to mention the horses she could hear off in the distance neighing were a surprise to hear. she had seen the well kept lawn from on the other side of the gates, but up close everything looked and seemed more vibrant than that on the opposite side of the gates. magic, she though, it has to be magic to make everything so lovely just after winter. that, or the groundskeeper and gardeners were actually good at their jobs, though this thought didn't actually cross wendy's mind. noticing cyrus walk up beside her wendys eyes darted over to look at him. ah, so you have a knack for angering people. could it possibly be your cryptic words or the fact that you leave out useful information. possibly both paired together? she said to him with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. seriously, who just leaves out the fact they they can pick locks and instead allows someone to climb a tree and hop a wall? wendy will most likely be eternally angry with cyrus for that. you're not wrong. with a place like this they should have some first aid somewhere. she stated, the best option to try and get in would be a door or window. since they entered through a side gate and not the front gate it would be best to find a backdoor to get inside the manor. spike can walk himself! dropping the leash wendy the pointed at it. the pitbull perked up and jumped forward and grabbed the leash in his mouth. holding his head high spike walked alongside wendy. it took her too long to train him to do that, but she had been waiting her entire life to show off the trick. plus, it's more so spike walking me than me walking him. nearing the back of the manor wendy looked about the walls for a door to get it. spotting one she hobbled to it, spike walking closely behind her while proudly holding the leash in his mouth. once she reached the door wendy jiggled the handle. to her dismay it was open. damn, i wish it was that easy to open anything, she glanced at cyrus as she said this. shall we? she stepped aside and spike walked right on into the manor.





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[eighteen] [female] [vampire angel hybrid] [guest] [pansexual] [location ,, manor foyer] [mentions ,, none] [tags ,, leslie]
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growing bored with the talking armor stella turned to leave and find something else to do, however she stopped in her tracks as yet again someone addressed her as ma'am. sighing heavily she looked around for who was talking and her eyes landed on a blonde standing on the stairs who looked like a maid of the house. i'd rather not be called ma'am, i don't like it. she informed. crossing her arms stella listened to what the woman had to say, somewhat surprised to hear this person offering herself up for anything stella wanted her to do. never before had anybody waltzed up to her and practically said that she could boss them around however she wanted to. now stella wasn't the mischievous type and doesn't take advantage of people, but at the same time this girl was asking to be messed with. she was fighting with herself on whether or not she should twist this girls words around and have her do whatever stella wanted. 'm guessing you're a maid by the way you're dressed, she commented, looking her up and down. she definitely had the maid vibe going on, that or she was a really bored manor guest that would do anything to cure her boredom and had a bad fashion sense. she watched the girl fumble with the creases of her dress and stella rolled her eyes. you look like a sad doily in that thing. her tone was bitter and bored. taking a few steps toward the stairs stella finally thought of something to test how far she could make this girl go. you know, i'm actually feeling a little hungry at the moment, she stated with a small smile, showing the maid her fangs to get the point across that she wasn't hungry for food, but instead blood. she had a wicked thought in mind.




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[seventy ,, looks twenty-ish] [male] [spirit] [demi-pansexual] [homeless] [location ,, old cabin] [mentions ,, none] [tags ,, katheryne]
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leading the way through the house and to the backyard evan opened the backdoor, holding it open for katie. the backyard was as expected to be, full of overgrown plants and decayed furniture. a wooden picket fence separated the woods from the garden. a stone path lead from the backdoor, through the center of the garden, and to the opposite end of the garden. to the immediate right were old wicker chairs and small round table that have fallen apart due to exposure to the elements. the wood lays decaying and on a pile on the ground. on the immediate left is a gardening box full of old gardening tools that have rusted over and serve no use any more. alos to the left is a gate that leads into a second garden, this one used to grow vegetables and fruits. in the main yard the grass is overgrown but not to a crazy degree. further into the yard on both side of the path flower bushes sprout from the ground ranging from roses to heather to bluebells. though the prized jewel of the garden, his mother believed, was the willow that wasn't actually in the garden, it was a little past the fence however it's branches and leaves fell over the fence and into the garden. little painted pots and stones were scattered around the garden. evans mother had made the garden years ago by grabbing native species from around and relocating them into the yard boundaries, other than the willow. she cared for the flowers like they were her children and they thrived long after she had passed. evan likes to believe that she's still caring for the flowers as spirit herself. even though they were always low on money she had also bought the pots and paints and allowed the children to paint the pots as well as some stones they found around the house. as evan stepped out into the garden memories came flooding back to him, hitting him like a truck. it had been a while since he had been in the backyard. here's the garden. the flowers attract butterflies and birds in the spring. he told her. this had always been his most favorite place to go. sometime evan would help his mother and sisters garden or pick flowers. his favorites were the bluebells. i used to sit back here and pick flowers with my sisters. he admitted, not exactly sure why he was sharing that information. i guess you can call me a flower child. he joked in his monotone voice.

[KreepyKitty]

【Jökull Syrus Erikson-"Jo"】
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║Male║Homosexual║900+yrs, Looks: Mid 40's║Werewolf-Sorcerer║Manor Handyman║Location:Foyer║Tags: Jessica,Notices: Stella, Leslie║

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Jo smiled watching the Daemon do her little happy tappy feet, Absoutley adorable, he thought. Watching the eagle take the small screwdriver and puff up happily warmed his heart.
"I'm glad it is suitable for you," he said with a small smile, "I hope it serves you well pretty one."
The strawberry-blonde turned his attention back on the the wires to the light, the casing to a a small bundle of wires had been rubbed away. Jo got to work covering the exposed wires in a complete layer of electrical tape, his attention drawn to the discussion between Stella and Leslie. He didn't necessarily mind Ms. Skye, she was a rude little thing but he knew that with time she would grow out of it and besides she gave him pats when he was in his wolven shape. Ah but poor Leslie, so unsure of herself, Ms. Skye would rip her apart. With the metal casing back on the lighting fixture, Jo put his electrical tape and screwdriver back in his belt. While still keeping an ear on the women's conversation, he bent down to Jessica's level.
"Would you care to join me on the rest of my chores?" asking as he extended his wrist out for Jessica to maybe perch on. Hearing Stella somewhat threaten poor Leslie, the Nord cleared his throat loudly, "Ms. Stella you know full well you can not feed upon any other guests or staff members." Cold blue eyes met Stella's and a stern look on Jökull's face.

[Not here]

«—Jessica Marie
«—Unknown age
«—Female
«—Daemon;Ferret
«—Manor
«—Jo, Stella, Leslie

She would treasure it till the end of her time, whenever that would be. It would be more convenient to maybe it into a necklace. Yes, a necklace. Hearing his kind words, she puffed up happily. She definitely didnt mind being called pretty, but then again what female wouldn't? Sitting between his legs, her eyes were watching his hands work with the electricity, fascinating her to no extent.
She had seen his attention go else and automatically followed his gaze to a conversation between a butler and guest. How rude, her eyes narrowed on Stella while she moved to Jo's side. Hearing the sound of metal rubbing on metal, the eagle turned her attention back to the man who was no eye level with her and offering his wrist. With no plans for the day, it would be fun to watch him play with more electricity. Picking the small screwdriver up in her mouth, she went to hop on to his wrist and turned into a small ferret, still clasping the screwdriver in her mouth. She quickly made her way up to his shoulder, where she relaxed next to neck with the screwdriver in her one paw and her other against his neck to keep her balanced.

How rude of this girl! Her parents must not have taught her respect for anyone, especially those who serve them. As if they werent already outcasts! "If you are hungry, you should ask a maid for assistance, not a butler. Maybe a maid would be able to fetch you something to soothe the demon in you." Jess had no shame and never held back in her words. People were cruel creatures. They were never destined to survive. She had purposely chose the word 'demon' because the female was part angel. "I was under the impression that angels were nicer." She like antagonizing but when it was appropriate like right now. The wicked are to be punished.

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female; shadow/human; 20 yrs; pan; butler; location: manor foyer; mentions: none; tags: stella, jökul, jessica

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"oh, i'm... i'm sorry, then. really." leslie stammered, laughing at herself when she really felt like crawling into a hole and dying. she had also heard rumors of a kelpie woman who lead people to their usual untimely demise. the thought of death didn't seem to be so unappealing right now. leslie had already assumed that this young woman would be like someone in a leading role of the movie 'Mean Girls', as the woman had seemed like a plastic from the movie. if leslie had already assumed that this woman was nothing but trouble, then why did she think that it would be fine to talk to her? she knew well herself that she wasn't ever going to have a future as a runway model, not even the kind of model you find in those sketchy magazines that have wacky release dates that you can tell are mistakes because they have news from beyond the release date. all of that taken into consideration, why the hell did she think that this was a good decision to make? why did leslie think that no repercussions would come from this?

"butler, actually. i- um, i dress like this because it feels appropriate for a female butler. i apologize if it comes off as childish and halloween-esque, but it's all i can really afford with my-" leslie cut herself off. 'oh, spare me the details, imbecile! bringing up your lack of funds was an absolutely great decision, not going to spark just another touchy subject that this girl can prod at. leslie, you never talk, shut up while you still can despite having said too much already!' leslie thought, wishing that she could just stuff those words back in her mouth like teachers stuff useless and random facts into growing youth's minds. was there any hope of saving that started sentence? probably not. either way, this girl could probably burn through your lies before they even exit your conscious, so escaping your mistakes in a conversation with the woman was like planting a land mine in front of yourself and then accidentally stepping on it. suicide, that's what one must call it.

'sad... dolly? like a doll? this is the way i should dress. i mean, i could wear a suit, but that's expensive and i already half-stated that i can't do with that kind of money needed and even if someone paid for it for me, i wouldn't accept. i don't look like a doll, do i? ...do i?' leslie thought, her head pulsing inside and her face undoubtedly but unintentionally turning a sweet scarlet color, as if her whole face was filled with the preferred food of the vampire. "oh, okay. i didn't quite think so... my mistake, possibly." leslie tried to cope, her head aching with every heartbeat. then, the girl started walking towards leslie, a slightly sinister look resting on her face. leslie already knew that whatever was about to happen wasn't going to be good.

"hungry? no, i'm afraid that there's nothing to-" leslie sighed, cutting herself off at the sight of the girl's fangs. blood. it was clear that the girl had tried to manipulate leslie's words to a point where it would work as consent to feed off of her. touché, possibly. leslie, not meaning to, had already lifted her leg up to a point where she could start to fall forward and her foot would land on the girl's face. reflex. she then stopped herself. it was against the rules to hurt someone, and though this might be counted as a form of self defense, nothing had really started yet and the girl hadn't tried to kill leslie yet. though leslie doubted it, the woman might have just been joking, and so leslie needed to be sure.

suddenly, she put her leg down and her attention was quickly drawn to the voice of a man, shortly followed by a woman's voice. both were to scold the woman. she was called an angel, a monster, and food that she should know better than this. leslie felt as if she were useless, not even being able to stand up for herself. "oh, thank you two, but... oh, who am i kidding? she wanted to feed off of me. stella, i'm sorry, but i didn't want my words toyed with. take what i say as what i say, do not interpret it for your personal gain." leslie said, surprised that she spoke up. how many times had she messed up during this interaction? now, to wait for whatever punishment stella saw fit.