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Ace's muses in consortiumhq. Sethan Vanguard, Dante Lux, and Jacob Feyre.
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Being a street racer meant that Jacob was quite used to being adaptable. Living a life both in the spotlight and in the shadows depending on what the current situation calls for. It was rough…It was dangerous…It was…Thrilling. Addicting, even, for an adrenline junkie like Jacob Veyre. Most people would be smart enough to find somethinng more stable. But, honestly, where's the fun in that? The harpie hasn't done stable in quite awhile, and he had no desire to start now. “Oh? Cute little thing such as yourself lives a life in the shadows?” Jacob's lips quirked up. Fully aware that even the most innocent of looking people can be the most dangerous.
He dropped the other man's hand from his lips as he heard his words and inquiry. A playful glint in his eyes. “Kai, hm? A sexy name for a sexy guy.” He laughed and shook his head. “My name is Jacob. Jacob Veyre. Nice to meet you Kai.” He practically purred the other man's name as he said it. Not at all shy when the other moved closer towards him. Instead allowing his muscles to slightly flex under the tight clothes, giving the other quite the view as he leaned forward.
“So what brings you here today?”
“Ah…I see. That’s a preference you and I both share,” Kal spoke as his natural grin extended. He let out the sentiment into the air, despite it not necessarily always being true. He couldn’t help but take a moment to eye the prominent chest the other boasted. The man wasn’t really the type to let any complimentary thoughts pass and prepared to voice it but digressed once the other kissed the melanin on his hand. It was a gesture that led to his interest being peeked, certainly. Low, sly eyes scanned the other before Kal decided to continue responding. “Ooh well, I’ll be candid and say that you certainly hold the look of someone who deserves the spotlight as such. I’m Kal by the way, won’t you give me the pleasure of telling me what you go by?” he asked while his hand naturally returned to his side. He leaned on the wall in close proximity to the man and committed to keeping his eyes on the physique.
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“How I normally like to operate? As in truthful? I guess you could say so.” Dante responds with a snort as he looks at the other man. When the other man clarified his words, Dante's lips curved up into a smirk. “Why deprive all sides of myself of satisfaction when avoidable?” Perhaps it's Dante's old age, but he would never understand the people that felt differently. “If other people want to be miserable? Then all the power to them. Me? I'm going to be as happy as possible.” Dante says with snort. “Fuck what anyone else says or thinks.”
"is that how you normally like to operate?" the merman sat back on the stool and enjoyed his own drink. he took one of the peanuts from the bowl and plopped it into his mouth as well. “pleasing both sides of yourself i mean.” a small smirk formed on his face as he glanced at dante. “it's a good way to live, but i know not everyone sees it that way.”
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#dante ; older than your bloodline and stronger than your will#sethan ; witch's blood and a scholar's mind#jacob ; all gas and no brakes
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Sethan Vanguard let out a sigh as he looked at the other man when he walked into the room. “You know, you're in here far to often for my liking.” Sethan says with a shake of his head as he approaches the other. “Are you a klutz, or are you just wanting to flirt with one of the doctors here at Halo's Grace?” The nurse asked with a smirk as he approached the other with the clipboard. “Alright…What's brought you here today?”
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“I don't recall saying anything.” Granted the look on his face when he first saw the drink probably said enough for Dante. Dante brought his own drink up to his lips and took another sip before hearing the other ask what he was drinking. “I have a smoked old fashion with a few drops of blood mixed into it.” Dante says with a chuckle. “Figured I could treat both sides of me.”
open: to everyone location: vices
this was probably the first time during the whole week that he ate more like a human than a merman. so as casimir enjoyed the slider, he made his way over to the bar and ordered a water. yes, he did ask for a little bit of salt with it as well. "don't look at me, it's to not break the seal!" he smiled softly as he looked over to the other next to him. "what are you getting? put it on my tab." since he hadn't had a drink yet and the food was for the opening of the rooftop bar, he had plenty to spend.
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Jacob definitely was enjoying the club more than he thought he would. He's been to his fair share of ones. So he didn't expect this one to be unique or anything if he's being quite honest. But the harpy was enjoying himself and the carnal sins that everyone seemed to be partaking in any chance they got. He watched as someone saunted towards him, and his lips curled up into an almost predatory grin when he heard the other man's words.
“The shadows have always been my prefer method…Usually, anyways,” A massive chest bounced as Jacob struggled to contain a few chuckles. “But if you wish to bring the spotlight onto me for a little bit? I definitely wouldn't mind it.” The himbo grinned as he took the man's hand and gave it a small kiss on the back of the hand.
Kal’s sharp molars complemented the conceited grin he painted across his face. Earlier, he had been able to make a swift trek through the patronage of the club and into the bathroom. It was a work night for him, so naturally a rapid heartbeat pulsated from his chest while he eyed himself in the mirror. He fancied the work he did at Vices, being that he could flex his natural skills and carnality. It also provided a plentiful pool of potential victims a.k.a energy sources. However, so far tonight hasn’t presented any worth the effort just yet. He made a casual slip out of the room and into the lowly lit hallway the club offered. The aimed destination was back to the stage to do what he was employed to. As he moved, his orbs noticed an individual who seemed to be lounging at the end corner. Kal immediately caught a whiff of the fragrance they carried…some potent energy. The grin made a resurgence across his lips. He intentionally sashayed near them, “I surmise that your time here isn’t going as expected…considering how you’ve chosen to sit in the shadows?” he said.
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#jacob ; airhead and airborne#dante ; temptation personified#sethan ; the prettiest threat you'll ever see
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Sethan Vanguard - Demigod
Dante Lux - Heretic
Jacob Veyre - Harpie
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Faceclaim: Cody Christian Age: 26 Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Homosexual Lineage: Son of Hecate. Goddess of Magic, Crossroads, and Ghosts. Affiliation: The Demigods.
❝ I don’t think people are broken. Just… lost. And even lost things can be found if you’re patient and you know how to look. ❞
They say you can tell a child of Hecate by the way they carry silence like a weapon. Sethan Vanguard, however, carries it like a question.
Sethan arrived in New York City five years ago from someplace he doesn't want to look back at with a pharaoh hound dog, with a duffel bag full of worn-out textbooks, a handful of healing crystals, and a barely contained well of potential. Magic hummed in his bones and veins. But rather than using it for combat or selfishly like most people likely would have, Sethan chose a different path. One of care.
He enrolled in a nursing program on a scholarship that seemed to appear from nowhere. Even as he worked long shifts at the emergency room, he made time to visit the Consortium, trading healing spells for clinical practices, mixing moonstone poultices with morphine drips.
Sethan is wise beyond his years, a natural counselor who listens more than he speaks. But beneath the calm is a very calculating and curious mind that constantly wondered about the hard questions. A longing to understand where he fits in a world constantly shifting between mortal chaos and divine expectations. Sometimes, he lights candles to speak to his mother. But Hecate rarely answers. Other times, he finds comfort walking the halls of the Consortium, helping anyone who he can assist with either modern practices or magic and potions, with a reputation for both competence and compassion.
Naïve in matters of love and most emotions, clumsy in social settings, and often lost in his own head, Sethan is still growing. But he has magic in his hands and an unwavering belief that healing is just another form of power.
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Faceclaim: Jason Momoa Apparent Age: Late 30s/Early 40's Actual Age: ~1,000 years Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Homosexual Species: Heretic (Witch-Vampire Hybrid) Affiliation: Himself | Owner of Rev Up Auto Shop
Abilities:
Spellcasting, Scrying, Supernatural Senses/Speed/Strength/Agility/Stamina
Technopathy (Primary)
Force Field Constructs (Advanced)
Soul Reading (Advanced)
Immortality, Regeneration, Bat Transformation Weaknesses: Sunlight (without enchanted jewelry necklace), Wooden stakes, Decapitation
❝I’ve seen kingdoms burn, cities drown, gods fall, and monsters pretend to be men. And yet somehow, the hardest thing I’ve ever done…Is teach a mermaid how to drive stick.❞
Biography:
No one knows Dante Lux’s real name anymore. The records have turned to ash, the bloodlines have long since faded, and the coven that once branded him a siphoner? Gone, like dust in a crypt. All that remains is Dante. The name he chose when the world began to change faster than he could.
A thousand years is a long time to carry anger and resentment, but Dante wears it like a second skin. He’s not just old. He’s ancient. Even older than a 1,000 years old. That's just the number he tells people so he doesn't seem even older. Turned at a time when Heretics were hunted, burned, and cursed by both witches and vampires alike. But where others hid, he endured. Survived. Became something stronger.
In this century, Dante’s armor looks like oil-stained boots, a tight tee, and a garage called Rev Up where engines are rebuilt with incantations and cars come to live with layered protective wards. Rev Up is more than an auto shop. It’s a hideout, a crossroads, a living ward nestled in chrome and smoke where supernatural beings can barter for repairs, protection, or simply a place to feel safe for once.
Be warned though. Dante is brutal when crossed, truly loyal too few, and charming in a way that makes you question whether you’re being flirted with or warned. Dante doesn’t need to be involved in the Consortium’s growing world…And yet he always seems to show up when things get messy. Old habits. Older debts.
They say he walks the line between man and monster like he paved it himself.And maybe he did. After all, what’s a thousand years of blood, spells, and asphalt…If not experience?
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Jacob Veyre
Faceclaim: Joshua Orpin
Species: Harpie Age: 28 Occupation: Underground street racer & occasional high-stakes thief
Appearance: Jacob’s a stunning blend of raw animal magnetism and effortless charm. Towering at 6’2”, his lean, muscular frame is sculpted by years of high-speed adrenaline and aerial combat. Storm gray eyes that gleam with mischief and a grin that promises trouble. His hair is dark, tousled, often windswept, framing his chiseled jawline and high cheekbones. When he unfolds his powerful wings, they ripple with an iridescent sheen, like storm clouds ready to break. And yeah, his chest and ass are absolutely fire toned from both running and flight.
Personality: Jacob is a walking paradox. A lovable goofball who knows exactly how dangerous he is. He thrives on speed, danger, and the intoxicating rush of pushing limits. Both on the road and in bed. He’s a natural flirt, his laughter booming and infectious and not at all subtle, but don’t mistake his charm for kindness. Beneath that easygoing smile? Lies someone who's a lot more selfish. His boyish looks get him out of quite a few situations. But the haprie's reckless nature constantly is getting him in trouble. He’s got zero patience for rules, authority, or anything that cramps his style. Loyal only to his freedom, Jacob lives for the thrill and the chase. Whether it’s a race, a heist, or a reckless night out.
Backstory: Born from a long line of harpies who carried out Zeus' will themselves at times, Jacob’s family legacy is one of fierce independence and raw power. Raised on the fringes of society, he learned early that survival meant flying fast and thinking faster. His ability to shift between human and avian form gave him a unique edge. Swooping in and out of danger, stealing what he needed, and disappearing like a gust of wind.
When the underground street racing scene emerged as a new battleground, Jacob found his true playground. The roar of engines and the blur of neon lights matched the wild tempest inside him. He became a legend in the shadows, known as much for his speed as for his reckless, almost hypnotic presence. His wings don’t just let him fly. They let him escape the chains of expectation and become the storm no one can catch.
But his hunger goes beyond racing. Jacob craves adrenaline and the thrill of the forbidden, whether that’s risky races, stolen treasures, or fleeting, heated encounters with strangers who fall under his wild spell. None of whom ever get too close before he’s gone again.
starting powers: avian physiology, atmospheric adaptation, claw retraction, enhanced lung capacity, hollow skeleton, wing manifestation & flight
advanced abilities: high speed flight, wind generation, semi-storm manipulation (winds), pestilence casting
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