nom's nest

[attr="class","rngwlvslyric1"]Like the Dawn
You Broke the Dark

[attr="class","rngwlvslyric2"]You were the brightest shade of sun I had ever seen Your skin was gilded with the gold of the richest kings

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[attr="class","rngwlvsinfo"]Born to a middle-class working family in the borough of Queens, Bea never had high aspirations for herself. She lives above her family florist shop by herself, having taken over the business when her parents retired to up-state New York. She is optimistic to the core, though she can suffer bouts of melancholy from time to time which mainly stems from her lack of close friends and family.

Friendly to everyone but friends with no one, Bea is lonely after the shop closes, so she puts her all into her work which is how she explains the extraordinarily well-to-do plants in and around her shop. Until she grew into her early twenties, Bea only believed she had her mother's green thumb, but after a few instances in which her ardent wishes seemed to be enough to bring about a revitalization in the plants she was tending, she was left to reconcile her talents with the fact that there was clearly something more at work. Still, she mostly ignores this part of her life and instead focuses on keeping her business up and running which is a handful in itself to be sure.




EMELINE: A tattoo artist that might have gotten under her skin on more than one level.
SELLO: The poor kid crazy enough to work with her at the flower shop.
AKIAHR: A total weirdo that broke into her shop and cost her a ton in repairs.


Bea and Eme first met when Bea went for her first tat. She finds Eme interesting, waiting with bated breath for whatever tidbit she might share next. As a sheltered girl, she doesn't know much about anything, so Eme's worldliness is a lifeline for Bea. She has a crush on Eme, but is afraid to act on it since she doesn't know if Eme is into girls or not.

She also hired a new cashier for her flower shop, but during the interview was interrupted by a strange, alien-like man who broke in and trashed the shop. He offered her his servitude which entirely freaked her out.

[attr="class","rngwlvstraits"]soft x naive x small

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[attr="class","rngwlvsinfo"]What do you get when you throw a kid with a shitty childhood, a hair-trigger temper, and a penchant for violence into the military at 18? Well, surprisingly you get Lorcan Bellamy, a former Sargent Major in the US Marines. There's a lot that had to happen between enlisting and moving up so high in the military, but if he's honest Lorcan would just admit that it mostly just consisted of him getting his ass whooped enough times he learned to keep his mouth shut and temper in check.

Despite his prickly personality, Lorcan had a penchant for keeping his fellow soldier's spirits high even as they sweltered in the blistering heat of the middle east, killing and getting killed. Something about his no-nonsense way of looking at things and his straight-shooting assessments made his men put a lot of trust into him, and his superior officers recognize that skill.

What went in to the military as a twig-thin boy came out an athletic, strong man with endurance and the ability to put up with pretty much any circumstances life could throw at him. His ability to adapt and overcome was put to the ultimate test when he was savaged during a night raid. After breaking down the door and rushing in, he was blindsided and taken to the ground by a massive wolf, his right arm almost getting ripped off. No one could understand why such a creature was in the barren desert town they'd attacked, but regardless it put Lorcan out of commission for a month while his arm healed back up. In the interim he met Maddox, a commissioned officer that he'd only seen in passing, and metaphorically ripped the bandage off in one fell swoop, explaining what had happened and what he would become on the next full moon. This knowledge shocked Lorcan, though his ability to see the truth helped him to accept it more quickly than another might have.

After his first shift, Lorcan stuck close to Maddox and was eventually promoted to Sargent Major under Maddox. Lorcan's brute strength and Maddox's tactical brilliance made the team a clear choice for their most sensitive missions, and between the two of them they had an almost 95% success rate. By the time they were discharged, Lorcan saw Maddox as an older brother and mentor, and readily accepted the position of Beta upon returning to NYC.

He has a tendency to punch first and ask questions later, and will kill to protect his pack, but also has a soft core when it comes to the pups in the pack. After he got back from his tours overseas, he had a bit of a breakdown, unable to justify his actions when he realized their mission in the Middle East was based on lies. For a time he was in a dark place, the guilt and horror of the lives he took eating him alive. It wasn't until Maddox gave him a position and a reason to live that he came back out into the world.

Working as the head Park Warden at the pack's Van Cortlandt Park puts him away from people and in touch with nature, making it easier to cope when sudden memories from the war spark. He enjoys spending his time at work educating the kids that come to his wildlife classes, both pack and human. Those that know him often have trouble reconciling the gentle, patient teacher that comes out when acting as a warden with the vicious killer that he becomes when the need arises.

As Beta of the pack, he spends much of his time with the pack hunting down and killing Hunters that would wipe them off of the planet, ensuring his pack's safety and survival. He lives in a historical house in Harlem the government helped him get as part of their effort to rehabilitate veterans on their return, but spends most of his time at the large lodge in the park instead.

(will add more when I get more inspo!)




MADDOX: An old friend from the Marines that showed Lorcan how to control his shifter side after getting bitten in Iraq. They had each other's back in combat and out, and Lorcan trusts him with his life. After they got out of the service, Lorcan learned that Maddox was part of an ancient family of shifters that held dominion over NYC, and was shocked when he was made Beta under Maddox.


None yet ;-;

[attr="class","rngwlvstraits"]serious x grumpy x loyal

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Whoop whoop -- with John Doe


Aw Shucks -- with Absent Rogue


Yiippee Finished! -- with Miss Sue

[attr="class","rngwlvstraits"]punk x defiant x aloof

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Life as a shifter isn't much different from that of a human, though the tendency to shed your skin and assume the form of a massive black wolf might set you apart from your peers. Declan was born to two lycanthrope parents in Pennsylvania and grew up in the pack there, as much as member of the pack as of his own family. He came into his own around 15, managing his first shift with relative ease thanks to the support and leadership of his Alpha at the time. However, as he grew older it became apparent he would be a strong wolf in his own right, and this caused some nerves amidst the pack.

Because of this, his parents decided to move up to New York rather than try to weather the power struggles that would happen if they stayed. Never one of social climbing, they decided their son's safety was more important than power in the pack. For a while, Declan lived unaffiliated, though the loneliness grew on his quickly. Having been raised in the pack, the constant presence of other wolves was a balm he didn't know he needed, so despite his parent's pleading, he recently joined the pack. It hadn't been long enough for his strength to become apparent, and he makes a point to keep his head down and mouth shut most of the time.
Still, he's an easy-going, playful guy who, despite his somewhat intimidating appearance is a jokester that doesn't take much seriously and enjoys just chilling around town. Still, as part of the pack he is required to go on patrols and ensure the peace is kept between the myriad denizens of the city. When this is the case, he takes his job seriously and protects his pack.

He hasn't met his mate yet, and at the ripe old age of 31 he fears he never will. He contents himself by saying he'll be happy living with the pack the rest of his life, but both his human and his wolf side cry out for that perfect other person made for him. For this reason, he loiters at bars and clubs often, indulging his partying side and looking for his mate in the same move. Though this desire for love causes some teasing among the other guys in the pack, he shrugs it off, not letting it bother him.
He has little time for the macho bullshit the other wolves in his pack carry on with, instead happy to do whatever makes him happy with little concern for appearances. He still visits his parents often and works as a volunteer firefighter. In his spare time he volunteers at the Big Brother nonprofit to help kids feeling lost find meaning in their lives.

Declan is a large guy, one of the types that constantly gets jokingly asked if he ate his Wheaties that morning. He stands at 6'3" and weighs about 220lbs. His hair is dark and worn scruffy, and though he shaves often he seems to constantly sport a few days of growth on his cheeks and chin. In contrast to the easy-going appearance of his human side, Declan's wolf is a massive, black beast that stands almost shoulder height with a normal human.



LAILA: a breath of fresh air in a smoggy city. they met at a bar one night and instantly hit it off. something about her calls to him, and it isn't just her wolf attracting his.
TOBIAS: a gym bud and all around good guy. they met when declan almost crushed himself under a set of too-heavy weights, and agreed to partner up if they ran into each other at the gym.


Tobias helped him run down a thief after working out at the gym, but almost noticed his lupine roots. He and Laila went for a midnight run at Van Cortlandt park and got to know each other a little better.

[attr="class","rngwlvstraits"]easygoing x trusting x protective

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Ianthe has lived a pretty average life, give or take a few minor things. Like most kids, she grew up in a working household; a latchkey kid, some called children like her. She went to public school and had a fear of public speaking not unlike more than half of the rest of the world. She had her heart broken by some asshole guy in high school, fell in and out of love with her best friend, the whole shebang. The small inconsistencies with other children comes when she gets too far away from home, or more accurately, the Bronx River. Of course it couldn't be the Hudson or even the Harlem River, nooo it had to be the Bronx River, little, polluted thing that it was.

As a child, she didn't understand why her parents never let her go on the out-of-state field trips her classmates did, telling her it wasn't safe for her to leave from home. Of course this gave her excellent moody teenage angst fodder to use during her rebellious years, though she never did go directly against her parent's decree until later in life.

Her parents were first generation immigrants from Greece, born in the U.S. after her grandparents fled Europe during the second World War. Respect, along with strong familial ties, are a result of her heritage. Her grandfather - her father's father - passed away when she was young, but her grandmother still lives in Newark. She used to come visit occasionally, but in the last few years is unable to make the trip, leaving Ianthe to make the drive herself. Because of her family's emphasis on respect, Ianthe's rebellious streak never extended much farther than not doing the dishes when she was told, or slamming her door. Her parents, and in turn, Ianthe, are devout members of the Eastern Orthodox Church, though her grandmother worships the old gods, as she calls them. This has caused a divide between her parents and her grandmother, especially between her father and her grandmother. Still, they are able to keep the peace more often than not and still get together to have supper and visit.

Ianthe didn't understand why her parents kept her from leaving the state until her eighteenth birthday. Determined to finally show her friends that she rebellious talk wasn't just that, Ianthe suggested they take a road trip to Jersey for the night and come back in the morning. Everything was going well and good until they just about got to their hotel. The longer into the trip it got, Ianthe began having trouble swallowing, her throat dry and parched. She and her friends laughed it off as nerves, but realized the severity of her condition when she began to gasp for air, drained of color, just outside of Jersey. Frightened by their friend's sudden change, the girls went to a local hospital where her parents found her hours later, angry and scared. It was after they got her home they finally explained why she couldn't get too far away from home - she was tied directly to the Bronx River as inextricably as the Moon is locked in an orbit with the Earth. How this came to be, she would come to understand, is a slight bit of infidelity on her mother's part with a handsome stranger just before she met and married her father. Because they married so soon after meeting, her parents were never sure if she was theirs or the stranger's, though when they'd tried to take Ianthe to Disney in Florida as a baby the same thing had happened that had occurred on her sneaky trip of out the state with her friends.

They had been at a loss until her grandmother finally explained to them what happened: she had the blood of a water nymph in her, a fact her religious father refused to accept until shown concrete proof. When brought closer to the Bronx River, baby Ianthe had seemed to grow radiant and strong, her color infusing with a rosy redness that would make a cherub ashamed. The farther Ianthe was carried from the river, the more sickly and frail she grew.

Ianthe learned all of this from her parents that same night they brought her home from the hospital the night she turned 18, and though time has passed since then she still hasn't worked up the courage to ask her father if it bothers him to raise her: a daughter not of his blood that's living proof the old gods still command some power on Earth.

Regardless, her relationship with her parents is mostly happy, made even better by her acceptance and subsequent enrollment at NYU's school of Biology studying Ecology in and around the New York metroplex. Her grades in high school were fair, and she was an active member of the local volunteer organizations so NYU offered her a fair scholarship, but not enough to cover it all. However, she was lucky to get an internship at the New York Botanical Gardens as a children's program assistant which helped to make up the difference in her scholarship and her bills. She has just enough money to survive on, but managed to scrape together enough to get her own place in the Parkside Housing Project just near both her river and the Garden.

One might think being part water nymph would rank high on Ianthe's lists of things to learn more about, but instead she tried to ignore that side of her as much as she can, refusing to call on any powers her blood might offer her and hiding any involuntary uses that occur. This is only a temporary method and make her no better than a ticking time bomb, but only time will tell what will come of it.

Ianthe is five foot six with long, straight black hair and an olive complexion marred by a smattering of freckles on her arms and legs. Because of her height, long hours on her feet at work, and lack of extra income, Ianthe is on the slender side, though she eats like a horse when she gets the chance and has a sweet tooth the tooth fairy would kill for. Her eyes are perhaps her most distinct feature, gold with a dark ring of brown around the edge giving her an almost feral look that can get quite scary when she's angry. Luckily for everyone, she has an even temper and prefers to avoid conflicts altogether.



AMBROSE: a pushy jerk that saved her life and then demanded she dress up and go to a dinner with him.


She ran into trouble when she was walking a student home after-hours and Ambrose was willing to help her...for a price. She felt herself grow interested in him the longer they spent together, but he irritated her all the way home. Once there, he demanded she go with him as his date to a fancy dinner and, stuck with nowhere to turn, she said yes.

[attr="class","rngwlvstraits"]feisty x driven x pragmatic

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Born to a poor couple in Paris in 1770, Eliza's future looked as bleak as it did for most peasants in the 17th century. Her father worked as a laborer and her mother a seamstress of some renown. It was the latter fact that caused Eliza's life to change as it did. When King Louis XIV summoned the aristocracy to his palace at Versailles, one of Eliza's mother's noble clients requested that she come along to act as a personal seamstress. This promised security, financial stability, and a chance for Eliza to rub elbows with those in power. This was Eliza's mother's greatest aspiration: that her Eliza would marry well and pull herself out of poverty as she'd been unable to do herself. Unbeknownst to them, however, was that conflict stirred where the King went, and the French Revolution was the catastrophe that altered the course of Eliza's life forever.

Unable to escape the palace when it was stormed by the angry mob and fully aware her family would be swept up in the madness, Eliza's mother pressed her only family heirloom - a tarnished silver locket - into Eliza's hands and hid her away in a cupboard in an abandoned portion of the villa. There Eliza huddled for two full days and nights in misery, finally slipping out when the sounds of killing and violence faded. What she didn't know was that where blood was shed, vampires followed.

Wandering around alone, hungry, and terrified, Eliza was found by beatific woman dressed in finery like the nobles she'd been serving with her family. Relieved, Eliza rushed towards her, only too late realizing the delicate embroidering on the woman's gown was blood, not red silk. The story from there is all too common to those turned. She suffered for decades, learning how to control her hunger and tolerate the sunlight, but never found peace for as long as she stayed in France. With her Maker's permission, she left France for the New World in 1793, arriving - like so many did - in New York City.

After putting the handsome sum gifted to her by her Maker in a bank to accrue interest, she roamed alone for some decades, content to allow her more feral side to run rampant as she ate what she wanted and left whatever bloodshed she wanted in her wake since it was ever so easy to blame the killings on the rightfully unhappy Native Americans being pushed out of their homes. Though she felt some pity for them, knowing what it was like to see the world change without you, she nonetheless took advantage of their plight and lived a gluttonous life of pleasure.

Around the 1880s she found herself longing for society once again, and so with some trepidation. She mostly understood the newly advanced society, but worried her lack of familiarity with their customs might out her as a vampire. This proved to be no problem at all, as her fortune had grown over the century and, like it in the past, it seemed money was all that mattered to social circles.

It was after her integration as a debutante in polite society, she withdrew her money under the guise of a great-granddaughter and began to explore the wonders New York had to offer. During that time she found the Crypt and has been a prominent member ever since. Her lack of a formal education as a child might have caused others to look down on her, but a combination of severe authority and dedication to her own learning made that a no-go.

She has pale skin and light blue eyes, both features that were highly valued in her own time, as well as a head of long, curly auburn hair. This she often allows to hang down her back in ringlets, but pulls into a severe bun when conducting business in the Crypt. Her voice never lost the lilt of French and thanks to her focus on education in the 1900s she is also fluent in Latin and German.


TAIGA: a grade-a pain in the ass that also happens to be her count and crypt leader. he strikes every nerve in her undead body, but somehow they seem to get along despite their playfully antagonistic relationship.


After being contacted by a wealthy family to collect an ancient artifact for them, she found herself in Tucker Phelps' Desire Lounge with a demon seemingly intent on provoking her.

[attr="class","rngwlvstraits"]stuffy x cultured x wry

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TAIGA: a grade-a pain in the ass that also happens to be her count and crypt leader. he strikes every nerve in her undead body, but somehow they seem to get along despite their playfully antagonistic relationship.


After being contacted by a wealthy family to collect an ancient artifact for them, she found herself in Tucker Phelps' Desire Lounge with a demon seemingly intent on provoking her.

[attr="class","rngwlvstraits"]stuffy x cultured x wry

[attr="class","urthesun6"]

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tbatbatba


TAIGA: a grade-a pain in the ass that also happens to be her count and crypt leader. he strikes every nerve in her undead body, but somehow they seem to get along despite their playfully antagonistic relationship.


After being contacted by a wealthy family to collect an ancient artifact for them, she found herself in Tucker Phelps' Desire Lounge with a demon seemingly intent on provoking her.

[attr="class","rngwlvstraits"]stuffy x cultured x wry