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Starter: Open to anyone! Location: A Communal drawing room in the Keep.

He had only stopped to read a letter, pressed into his calm but one of the Hands runner boys. Small and wide eyed, like he wasn't sure that what he was doing was right and was only made more timid when Laurent scowled down at him with an irate 'What?. He scurried of the moment Laurent had taken the thing from him.

So here he was, standing in one of the long and lavish public drawing rooms, the eyes of long dead Kings and Queens watching him read about the lack of funds for another Divine led vampyr hunting squad.

Fucking....true God above, he thinks, those flame throwing maniacs would be the death of him one day. Pushy and picky and frustratingly needed as they were.

He folded the letter back up, tucking it into the leather bound Filofax he seemed to never be without. He was tying the thing back up, looping the throngs around and around before tucking the ends down, when he eventually realised he was not alone. Perhaps he never really had been.

Laurent, with all the slow deliberance of a big cat on the hunt, lowered his folder and straightened his stance. Though it was all for show of course. With his hip jutted out at an angle that accentuated the trim lines of his waist, and one foot balanced in front of the other to flash the higher than normal heel of his boot. Those eerily pale eyes though, were unwavering as he regarded the person carefully.

"Terribly unexciting news, I'm afraid." He says dryly. "-unless you're a spy, then it was most damning to some noble retch or the other. Would you like to read it?."

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Laurent was only passing through, the morning trek to the small council rooms seemed to get further and further away each time he did it. He supposed, sullenly, that it allowed him ample time to think. Though Laurent often found he didn't have the want in him to reminisce. Instead, more often than not, he counted flagstones or counted the wall sconces that spit the royal banners in intervals of 6. Anything to keep him grounded and awake.

Laurent, head held high and eyes so transfixed on the door at the opposite end of the room that it was a wonder they weren't bleeding right out of his skull, paused suddenly when a familiar face appeared in his peripherals.

"Thayer?" he said without thinking, confusion lanced through him suddenly and he wore it in the crease between his brows and the sudden parting of his lips. It was momentary though, and he clammed right back up again before anyone around them could see. He had a stone cold bitch of a reputation to uphold, after all.

Thayer was family though, despite it all. Despite everything that had happened. Laurent thought about reaching for him, a gentle hand on his shoulder perhaps, like he had seen the healers do. He didn't have that sort of gentleness inside of him though, so instead he just stared at him, clearing his throat once and softly. "Perhaps-" he began carefully "-this is a conversation we could have elsewhere?"

OPEN TO: everyone ! LOCATION: banquet hall, coňstanja, valanya.

He does not know where it comes from— even if he is standing still, it feels as though he is a stone falling to the bottom of a lake. His senses are frigid and prick him like pins and needles. A shudder is buried in his bones, rattling what he has worked so thoroughly to piece back together, and all he can feel are the aches of every fracture Thayer had made piece with. The need to run urges him with the very same instinct to fight, but he is bound to this feigned serenity. His breath catches on his teeth, grazing just the tip of his tongue but never his lungs even if he can see his chest rise and fall with a chase. Despite where he stands in the heart of the banquet hall, he feels distant— a jagged stone caught in a smooth current, tugged out of place. "Too long without a fight… it eats at the bones." His voice is barely more than a rasp— weak, absent of it's notorious brush of velvet. Threats linger in this palace and he is bound to the mundane capacity of some civil noble, a kind of paralysis in the face of ignorance to grin and be merry. Gritted teeth clench that smile, and he dares to exhale, "This… farce of peace— it’s revolting."

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sam reid . cis man . he / him . wasn’t that laurent verkon walking the cobbled roads of coňstanja? it’s nice to see the member of the verkon extended family / lord of coin out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they are notoriously vain, whilst also managing to be quite charming. the thirty seven year old is eager to explore bran keep. i heard that they themselves aren’t divine. it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of eyes so bright they appear to glow in certain lights, the scratch of a quill on parchment at all hours of the morning, hot kisses pressed to the throats of men that look just like him. 

Character Inspiration: Lestat De Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles), Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age), Molly O'Shea (Red Dead Redemption), Cersei Lannister (GOT), Astarion (Baldur's gate 3), Ilithyia (Spartacus), Ransom Drysdale (Knives out), Milady De Winter (The 3 Musketeers), Rosalie Hale (Twilight), Alexis Rose (Schitts Creek), Emma Frost (X-men), Michael Langdon (AHS), Charlotte Wells (Harlots).

NAME:  Laurent Emmel Verkon BIRTHPLACE: Paris, France NICKNAMES: Lord Verkon AGE: 37 HEIGHT: 6ft 1

EYE COLOUR: Blue HAIR COLOUR: Blonde, worn long to his shoulders. SEXUALITY: Bisexual GENDER: Cis man OCCUPATION: Master of Coin

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single FAMILY: The Verkons RELIGION: Follower of the one true God (he guesses)

PERSONALITY: + Charming, Hard Working, Ambitious - Vain, Arrogant, Aloof MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral MBTI: ENTJ STAR SIGN: Scorpio TEMPERAMENT: Choleric SIN: Vanity GREEK GOD: Aphrodite ‘The Goddess of Love, Beauty and Pleasure’

Biography

Laurent was born one of the younger sons of the once ruling Lord Verkon. A small, strangely quiet baby, the midwives through he wouldn't do and gave quiet council to his father that he might die in the night sometime in his first year.

Laurent did not, and instead grew into a small, strangely quiet boy. He liked to read and hated his daily lessons with the swords master so much, he would disappear from his chambers and conveniently go missing for that hour or two. They usually found him shoved into a cupboard somewhere, a book in his lap and a candle burning by his feet.

Laurent did love his family very much. His father, once content with the idea that his son would not be a swordsman like his brothers, found that Laurent was eager to learn and eager to please. His eldest brother was allowed into meetings due to his role as heir but eventually, Laurent was allowed to attend as well.

Laurent was smart as a whip, keen and eager, with eyes that missed nothing and a tongue that could charm the shift of a nun. His true strengths lay in Mathematics however and when he was old enough, his father had him in his office, helping with the tax numbers and ledgers.

Laurent, despite his bookish ways, was suave and charming. He wasn't the eldest, wasn't even close, so the matter of his marriage was not something his father spent any time on. So Laurent was free to chase his heart and his cock in whatever direction he wanted.

He found love when he was barely 20. Calder was the son of a blacksmith in town. Laurent had been out riding when his horse hat thrown a shoe and needed tending. Calder was big and strong and handsome, and Laurent was enamoured with him from the moment he had met him.

The affair, for lack of a better term, lasted over 6 years and Laurent had never known happiness like it. Calder and he would take long rides into the surrounding forest and kiss under new green saplings. Laurent would tell him he loved him, quietly by the river as they shared a bottle of wine and salted meats. Calder made him feel so good and so pure that suddenly, the one true God lost all of his appeal because how could this, what he had with Calder, not be his own personal religion. It made Laurent feel better than that God ever had.

Something hardened and soured like disease inside Laurent the day Calder called it all of, and he was never the same again. Calder was to be married, a merchants daughter he had told Laurent, unable to look him in the eye. She was going to make their family rich. Laurent knew Calder was a good man and he knew that any inkling of a marriage that involved him, meant that he would be loyal to that person, despite everything.

Calder had kissed him on the cheek and lingered too long in the crook of his throat before pressing a simple gold ring into his palm. They were both sobbing, racked with the shakes. Was it a promise? maybe? A farewell gift? more likely. Laurent continues to wear the ring on his pinkie finger even now and he has not seen Calder since that day.

Laurent returned home, the change in him noticeable enough that his father commented on it. Laurent, deadpan, replied that he was fine. His father never pressed him for information again. In the fallout of his failed relationship, Laurent threw himself into his work until his father, impressed with what he could achieve, send him to the capital for tutelage.

Laurent became a student under the Master of Laws at the time, but found little joy in drafting edicts for him. Laurent did as he was told though, and when he wasn't working, he was visiting every brothel in town and fucking every blonde man he could find that wanted him.

Eventually, his prowess in meetings and the fact that he had been in the capital for close to 9 years now, meant that he was due a promotion. His knack for sums and calm but overtly disarming demeanour made sure that Master of coin it was. He has been in the job now about a year and is thriving. He is a well known face in the capital and the keep, his quaff of perfect blonde curls and eyes that could cut through steel help him appear almost untouchable.

He is a strange enigma of a man. Icey and almost cruel most of the time but to the people he takes into his bed and/or is friendly with, he is warm and and funny and charming until the novelty wears of, of course.

Wanted Connections

Lovers: Laurent is a big ol bi hottie and while he DOES have a preference for men/men presenting folk, hes literally just out there kissing anyone like CRAZY, so it makes sense he has a couple of main folk he keeps going back to. We could defo plot this all out. Members of House Verkon: Laurent would the Uncle to the current ruling Lord, but id love to explore the relationships he would have with his family. He's been in the capital for over 10 years now so that could be something to! Literally anything else!: Id love to plot with anyone so please! throw your muses at me and lets chat!

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Interview with the Vampire Season 1 | Episode 7 "The Thing Lay Still"

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'Was something going wrong with my handsome, godlike anatomy? Impossible.'

---The Tale of the Body Thief

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Mozart - Requiem K626; Symphony No. 36 in C-Major ‘Linz’ K425

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better keep a close eye on that wandering ravenous beast you call a heart

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Sam Reid as Lestat de Lioncourt INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 2.03: NO PAIN.