Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor (Revamp)(Accepting)

[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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𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑙

Nephilim | Male | Appears 20
Stablehand | Bisexual | Crush: Open
Location: Stables/Garden | Tags: None
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Xzavier let out a soft sigh, stretching his arms above his head as he stepped out from the cool shade of the stables and into the warming air of the afternoon. A groan escaped his mouth as a joint cracked, a sort of painful relief. The nephilim moved towards the garden and it's beautiful blooming flowers. Reds, pinks, whites, and even purples began to surround him as he stepped into the fragrant bushes of the garden. He inhaled through his nose, letting a soft sigh slip past his lips. Though he hadn't been to the gardens before, Xzavier was already smitten with the beautiful area.

The seemingly young man had always liked plants but whenever they were in his care, they died for one reason or another. Gardening was just a skill he could never get the hang of, even with his many years of life. The pessimistic thought made him furrow his brow. He could keep a horse alive yet when it came down to something that didn't even need to be fed, he killed it in an instant. His brow furrowed deeper as he continued to think, lowering his gaze to his feet as he walked aimlessly.

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Fallen angel | Male | Appears 12 | Townsfolk
Location: Lysandre Manor | Tags: Everest Lysandre
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A small smile crossed Valac's face as the over sized wolf wrapped herself around him. He laughed a little as Everest nudged his face and rested her head on his. "I certainly will be," he wrapped his arms around her as he spoke, sighing contently into her soft fur. He was suddenly very grateful for the bath she had gotten earlier. Small hands scratched down her back gently, the sensation of fur against his skin distracting him from the pain.

As another wave of agonizing pain washed over, Valac grit his teeth together. Blood rushed in his ears momentarily before slowly subsiding along with the stabbing in his chest. A shaky breath left him, slumping slightly against the wolf once the episode was over. He pet her gently, keeping his eyes closed as he dozed off slightly. "Thank you," his words were heavy and mumbled, the effort of speaking seemingly too much in his weakened state.

𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑟

Vampire | Female | Appears 9 | Stoker Family Member
Location: Roaming the manor | Tags: None
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The young vampiress startled slightly, jumping and turning to face the sound of the voice. The lack of footsteps threw her off but she easily recognized the voice of the young woman. "Oh! Leslie? I'm alright, though I fell over whatever is on the floor," she gave a vague gesture to the area in which the object was. She was sure that Leslie would help but it left a bad taste in her mouth. Mikazuki was always grateful for all the help that other give her but the feeling was accompanied by the bitter feeling of uselessness. Of course, the seemingly young girl had no ill feelings towards the maid but her own inability to live normally was a constant bug biting at her.

She shook her pessimistic thoughts, turning towards the direction of the ballroom instead. "An escort to the ballroom would be greatly appreciated," she looked over her shoulder, where she knew Leslie was standing. "Only if you have the time," She continued, hoping that the short trip wouldn't burden the young woman too much.

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.

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

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"oh. i'm glad that you are fine," leslie said, looking at a fallen antique music box. picking it back up, she added, "but things are often misplaced, even i seldom avoid them. not by choice, of course, but things drop of shelves and tables all the time. this time, a music box off a cabinet." the box was a milk chocolate brown with a golden trim and an engraving of the words antionette's knick's and knack's on it. a truly beautiful marvel from just from the outside design. inside it must have been like a slice of heaven, almost, it's beauty a gift from heaven and hell's compromise. it was only leslie's assumption that it was velvety smooth inside with more gold on the statue in the middle of the box. leslie loved antiques and all things old, the exception of the music and 80's fashion and hair sense. the shelf was also decorated with patterns of golden paint and was the same chocolate color as the box.

leslie also picked up on the sense of hesitation in mika's face as she contemplated her next course of action. it was easy to tell what she was thinking, and that was whether she should take up on leslie's offer or simply leave it be. all perturbed thoughts aside, mika accepted the offer and leslie smiled as she did. that was when the young girl turned towards the ballroom and away from leslie, in which leslie already knew mika could tell. "lovely. i hope you don't mind, but i will grab your wrist for just a minute as i escort you, and then you are free. that is, of course, if you don't require any further assistance," leslie smiled, gently grasping the 90-year-old girl's wrist. she then entered the rococo style ballroom, elegant interior and white walls a feast to the eyes. if only poor mikazuki could witness it's beauty. now, leslie was starting to realize that she sounded like a satanic cult, spewing things like, 'it's beautiful, if only you could see it,'. 'it looks amazing. a feast to the starving eye, and i can see it's perfect intentions being carried through.' but, that was all just thoughts and she spoke none of it. either way, she stopped.
"miss mikazuki, i present you to the ballroom. any further intention for me will need to be stated now and not later, otherwise i will be taking my leave." leslie said, letting go of the girl's wrist.

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Aerik "Bushman" Gunnarsson
25 yrs / Hybrid / Male / Tags: Viktor
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Bush stood there with the instrument, hoping this guy could help him fix it. He didn't know one thing about fixing instruments, he just knew how to play them. He kept his eyes down towards the violin, until he realized that the guy was no longer looking at it. He was looking at him, and rather intimately. He made a face and almost pulled away until the guy grabbed his ear, making him yelp aloud and stagger forwards a bit. He spotted his violin now on the ground and he whimpered softly. Perhaps there was nobody out there to fix his instrument.
The guy started pulling at his mouth and he protested aloud, trying to struggle free from the guy getting all touchy feely with him.
"Please stop!" he said out loud
"I don't understand why you're being so rude!"
He pulled himself from the man with such force, he dropped back into the muck and on the way back up, he snatched up his violin. He was upset, only because he realized how this was a bad idea to stick around much longer with this dude.
"I'm just a guy who wanted my violin fixed, but now I don't think you ever wanted to help me in the first place.." he sniffed
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Vengal Krishnan
19 yrs / Avian / Male / Tags: Alex
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Vengal wanted to approach with courage and strength, he wanted to make sure that he was proud of himself and show it on his chest. He sat around on the counter for a bit longer until the other male spoke up and called him out. The moment they spoke he realized how much of a klutz he really was, and his facade slowly melted away
"O-oh hi.." he chuckled weakly and tilted his head a little bit. He drew his legs in a bit closer to his body and shrugged at the other.
"I was just in here for a snack.. but uhm.. I mean all I .. I mean you kind of.." he went silent and started over. Clearly his joke about Alex being 100% a snacc would not go over.
"Never mind. I just wanted to see how you were doing in here? I mean I kind of left you with Deirdre.. I haven't seen her around. You seem to be running the show real good in here."
He smiled at the other and sighed softly. Perhaps just being himself was more comfortable, and would go over better. Pretending to be something he wasn't, would not end well.
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[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 wandered around with her, his attention on the walls and what was in front of him. He took this in before he sheltered away in his room again. He then looked at her once she started to speak about him again, giving him a little advice about how he spoke. But isn't it best to lead the mouse to the trap? Someone so childish and foolish can believe every little thing mankind sings, and with that, they play the fool and end up in troubling situations. Or the dire ones." he mumbled, turning his gaze back to the walls as if he didn't say anything, to begin with. He turned his head towards Wendy and smiled, grinning a little. "Maybe so- it wouldn't be such a bad idea to hold such a person at gunpoint. I find it less frightening than being held at swordpoint." he said, speaking out of experience rather than a tall tale. He shrugged a little, "But whatever floats your boat, I'm just here just to be here." he then paused, standing by the bathroom door, not wanting to follow in after. Cyrus turned his head away and look down the way they came though and thought for a moment. He smiled a little, "Well, of course, Spike cannot just be the only best dog, I'm sure that there are many others who are just as loyal as Spike."

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verest 𝔏ysandre- "I don't like unlocked doors."
18-Female | Wolf | Stray | Unknown-None | tags; Valac
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Her tail wagged once Valac started to pet her. Even though she hated it, she somehow found it quite calming. She looked at him and smiled a little, but it dropped, "You better- I won't be able to have someone help me pillage the town." She laughed a little to herself before poking his neck with her snout, finally finding a resting spot for her head. She rested her head on his neck and closed her eyes. Everest didn't reply to the thank you that the angel gave her, instead she waited until Valac was sound asleep, hoping that he would heal later towards the evening, or by morning at the latest.

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | Bi-None | tags; xxx
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Facilier sighed a little before moving away from the door. He moved down the hallways, making a mental list of what he needed to do, along with what Nico had to do for the day. He honestly should've asked so he wasn't wandering aimlessly around the hallways, doing nothing but wandering around.

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ary J. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
10-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; Nico
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Mary waved as his pap left the room, smiling when he heard that Nico got to stay, but was a little lost on why pap didn't answer him about brining a snack. His attention turned towards Nico and he just smiled, his childish demenour slowly fading. "T'was probably nothing. But I told you that he was nice, I did tell you that." he said, nodding a little. He looked around before looking back at Nico, "Now, what do you want to do?" Mary tilted his head a little, waiting for Nico's repsonce.

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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.

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xx𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐑𝐗𝐄𝐒

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞: Attic 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Scream Chili
𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 Artaxerxes takes it into his
own hands to interview this weird
screaming man and get some info
on his husband and their doctor.

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Oh, whoops. Artaxerxes lets up and rises slowly, cloak sliding back down from where it had gathered on his shoulders. With it, along with his jewelry, there is an uncannily musical twinkling. The young man almost hits his head on the ceiling, though as a gesture of ill-timed goodwill, he has a small, half-smile to offer(more of a barred-tooth look, though he can't see that). He gestures his hands out in front of him as the glow fades. "...Well...I'm not a guest, you see. My specialties are in mortality counteraction and anomalous services. Anomalous services as in...I may be able to assist with your doctor's...minor malady." Running his hands back through his hair, the man walks over towards the chair he'd been sitting at.

Sídhe. He gently picks up the handle of a large, carved mahogany case. Many of the pictures and flourishes in the carving match the style of his arms, and if you look too far into any given pattern, you will find your eyes lost within them. The case itself is too big to hold a lap harp, and judging from the thunk of the case, it's too heavy to be one as well. He starts in a low voice. Artaxerxes isn't about to try and make light of the situation. "I'm no expert in his sort(whatever that may be), but...If it helps any, he asked me to come up here to help with...something. Asked me a few questions, led me up here, and started looking for some serum...BT, something something, twenty-four. He then went into a panic when I asked him about his assistants, the glass shattered, and...here we stand."

In another fluid motion, the case disappears behind his cloak, and there is the quiet sound of powerfully beating wings just behind him. In a moment, they look to be his, lustrous and black in the dim light. A great black bird, larger than a young boy, rests on his shoulders. It moves it's head to stare down at LeMarc with an unsubtly threatening look, feathery crest flaring. It then produces a handkerchief from it's folded wing for the stranger to mop up the golden blood(?) from his face. "...Forgive my forthrightness, but I need to speak to your husband, so I ought to make myself useful in shutting all of this down. At least for now, Stoker business is as much mine as it is theirs."

[Fenris_Ulf]

Nicho'bala Truentsa| Nico or boy!| 10|Shifter|Position: Butler|Tags: Mary
The boy was grateful that Falicier had not told the boy that Nico was probably lieing to leave, since his work was already done. Something was bothering him though as he stared at Mary,"How do you do that?No wait, why do you do that? No wait, I really want to know both." he whispered as he settled back into the bed, listening as Mary asked another question. "I-I do not really know what to do, I never really have time like this." Fal's words rang in his head and he slowly slid down farther,"I-I should probably rest. You heard Mister Facilier said, he told he to rest" he whispered hugging his tail eyeing the stuffed tiger contemplating if he should pick it up or not.

[Winchester's Wolf]

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Mary•Nico

Mary looked at Nico, confused and innocently. “Do what? I don’t do much of anything.” He said as he looked over towards the door, soon to stretch out on the bed. He grabbed a pillow and curled up with it, burying his face into soft heaven. “So you have never rested before? You are odd. I wish I could help you and pap work...” he muttered as he soon sat up a little, glancing at Nico as he was soon to comply to his father’s wishes. “You don’t have to, we can play. Or do you want to rest?”

[Fenris_Ulf]

Nicho'bala Truentsa| Nico or boy!| 10|Shifter|Position: Butler|Tags: Mary
Nico sighed looking dejectedly at his lap with a small shake of his head, had he really expected Mary to explain how to be a child to him? Well, kind of. He watched mary, and as soon as his face buried in the pillow he moved as quick as he could to scoop up the stuffed tiger and hid it under the blanket but still held it close to him. " Not really, at least not during the day.im always busy at work" When mary said that, nico just shook his head no,"y-you don't mean that. It is hard and makes you tired alot. You dont get to play." He mumbled shifting, until he heard Mary say play. "H-how do you play around here?"

[Winchester's Wolf]

Mary • Nico

Mary say on the bed, blinking at Nico as he explained what he did. He frowned when the mention of working meant no play. “So you don’t find a way to make a game out of working?” He asked, unblinking. He shifted around a bit before sifhing, thinking about this some more. A grin came to his face, “Well if i cannot play while I work, I’ll make sure that I can. It’s easy to find a way, right?” He then kicked the pillow off of himself and onto the floor. “I don’t really have anyone to play with usually, so o sit here around and daydream. But we can use the pillows and blankets for a pillow fwort or we can make up a gammmee.”