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                                            𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀

                      ❝𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝘩𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑒𝑝.❞

HELLO EVERYONE! I AM TOO excited to be here, so I won’t ramble too much. But y’all can feel free to call me anything at all, I don’t mind, but my alias is M, and I live in the GMT time zone. If you’d like to plot, please give this post a little ♥ and I will hit you up to do just that! I appreciate y’all reading ♡

{ AKANISHI JIN, THIRTY-FOUR, MALE } ☾ - KAYN KIMURA has been seen walking around town. Hazelgrove is familiar of the THIRTY-FOUR year old ALPHA WEREWOLF OF THE TIMBERWOOD PACK as HE is IN FAVOR OF  restoring the town’s Glamour spell. The people of Hazelgrove can agree that the TATTOO ARTIST/PARLOUR OWNER can be PROTEAN yet still be VINDICTIVE. Let’s just hope something can be settled before the town is turned upside town. + messy man buns, ripped and worn jeans and the scent of sandalwood.

                                                                𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

TW: brief mentions of infidelity, abuse, murder & death

Kayn is the result of an affair, and was born and raised in Mizuho, Tokyo, Japan, on July 4th, 1984.

His mother Hana Okano, an Alpha and her husband Taizō Yamada, a human, met and married right out of high school.

His real father, Takao Kimura was a prominent business man in the area, and Alpha of his mothers rival pack.

Growing up, Kayn was constantly pitted against his older brother of two years, Kaito.

Taizō favoured his biological son over Kayn, and as a result, took every opportunity possible to torture him.

He would beat Kayn with silver chains, leaving scarring on his back that he’s ashamed of to this day. Poison his weakened body with wolfsbane and conceal him in his basement bedroom the second he returned from school.

His mother turned a blind eye to her youngest sons plight, believing the beatings were punishment for her extramarital affair.

His real father Takao, knew of Kayn’s existence, but not of his daily suffering. He also had a family of his own.

Everything eventually came to a head one evening when his step-father and brother—who was just as bad as his dad at this point—were beating Kayn senseless in his room.

Kayn was sixteen, and instead of cowering like he normally would, he lashed out and fought back.

Under a full moon, the purebred Alpha shifted, transforming into his lycan self and tearing the pair to pieces.

Taizō survived the attack and withdrew a gun containing silver bullets, aimed at Kayn and fired.

The shot missed by mere inches, and sent Kayn bolting from the room, still in wolf form.

From the very second paws met the sidewalk, he knew he’d been positively exiled from his former family.

Homeless and alone, Kayn went from day to day, scraping by on what little cash and food he managed to obtain.

He busked to get by, before eventually selling the art he’d managed to perfect in the countless hours he spent alone in his bedroom.

He did well too. Within weeks he was living between hostels and hotels, and actively seeking work.

It wasn’t long before he was offered an apprenticeship at a local tattoo parlour, and began earning enough to rent a small apartment in downtown Tokyo.

On the day of his twenty first birthday, a card arrived in the mail, containing a cheque from his real father, Takao. He’d heard about the incident at the Yamada home, and wanted to help his son out in any way he could.

He wanted to tear the cheque up and forget all about his previous life, but he couldn’t, he needed the money. And it was a lot. More than he’d ever imagined seeing in his whole life.

Since Tokyo no longer felt like home, and after a little research, Kayn decided to leave him homeland in search of something better.

Through the grapevine, he heard about Hazelgrove in Maine, and set out to build a life for himself there.

Kayn settled in very quickly. His English, which was sufficient before, only grew better with time. Within the first year, he was pretty much fluent.

From there, he sought citizenship, purchased an abandoned and rundown building, and set up his tattoo parlour, Ink Addicts. He lives in the apartment upstairs.

Over the next couple of years, Kayn gained the respect of his fellow wolves, and was soon leading the Timberwood Pack.

He firmly believes that the glamour spell should be restored.

After living among mortals in Tokyo, he thinks supernatural beings should live in their own little world. It makes things easier for everyone involved, and Kayn is very much about keeping the peace.

He is a firm, but fair Alpha.

To this day, he is tortured by guilt over the death of his brother.

                                                   𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

If you don’t see a fitting connection, hit me up and we will create out own unique one.

BEST FRIEND: This person would likely be Kayn’s Beta. He’d have shared pretty much everything with them, and would therefore feel like he could trust them more than most. They would be more like the real sibling he never had, than a simple friend.

SIBLINGS: The biological siblings from his real fathers pack. They would be of Japanese descent.

CONFIDANT: Besides his bestie, Kayn feels like he can go to this person whenever he needs to talk about something personal, and knows they will listen, without judging him. He does the same for them in return.

BAND MEMBERS: More information can be found here.

YOUNGER WOLF: A wolf who isn’t pack, but that Kayn has taken under his wing, helping them find their feet and trying to guide them on the right path in life. It’s a possibility they currently live with him.

MATE: ( requires chemistry ) The one person Kayn knew was out there the whole time, but who he figured would want nothing to do with him. He’d be fiercely protective of his mate, going above and beyond for them, even while attempting to keep his distance. He’d hold off with them, until the very last second, the fear of reaching for something more and losing everything in the end, very strong.

FORMER LOVER/S: Someone Kayn dated at least a couple of years ago. Happy to plot this as a positive or negative connection.

RECENT ONE-NIGHT-STAND: He isn’t one for casual sex, but this happened after a heavy night of drinking. Open to starting this plot the morning after, as well as a good few days/weeks later. It can be as awkward, funny, embarrassing as you like. They can be friends, enemies, frenemies or strangers. Down for whatever here!

RIVAL: Whether it be as a wolf, a tattoo artist, or a performer, these two just cannot get along. They always have to try and outdo one another in every aspect of their lives. But despite everything, they both really enjoy the challenge.

EMPLOYEES: Staff that work here, at Ink Addicts with Kayn.

TUTEE: Someone Kayn is teaching guitar, piano or Japanese to.

GOOD/BAD INFLUENCE: These people are either good or bad for Kayn, and because of them he’s always making the best/worst decisions. They are the angel and devil on his shoulder.

NEIGHBOURS: The people who have to suffer through Kayn’s noisy lifestyle. Whether it be strumming, singing or listening to music at stupid o’clock in the morning, or the casual parties he has on occasion, these people really have to go through it. Maybe they’re friends, or perhaps mortal enemies.

DRINKING BUDDY: When Kayn needs to let his hair down, and get his party on, he goes to this person and the pair paint the town crimson. Sometimes the party lasts from the weekend, well into midweek.

GYM BUDDY: If he needs to get his workout on, Kayn hits the gym with this person, and gets the exercise with them around, encouraging him.

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𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄

BAE NUMBER TWO! SAME AGAIN, give this post some ♥ and I will come at you to plot. Thank you once more for reading! ♡

{ KIM JONGIN, TWENTY-FIVE, MALE } ☾ - SABRE BAE has been seen walking around town. Hazelgrove is familiar of the UNKNOWN year old ANCIENT VAMPIRE as HE is AGAINSTrestoring the town’s Glamour spell. The people of Hazelgrove can agree that the BALLERINOcan be URBANE yet still be PEDANTIC. Let’s just hope something can be settled before the town is turned upside town. + worn ballet pumps, vermillion sheets and the scent of citrus.

𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

Some would say Sabre is as old as time itself.

The ancient vampire has walked the earth for as long as he can remember.

But those memories are vague.

He has flashes of his beginnings, but nothing concrete.

In Asia, he was a legend, a mere myth whose sole purpose for existing, was to scare youngsters into obedience. And if they didn’t behave, then the big bad vampire would come and get them. At least according to the adults.

The rumour mill wasn’t too far from the truth, but instead of children, it was adults who suffered at Sabre’s hands.

He’d lure them in with a charming, and disarming smile, honeyed words promising a night of passion and fulfilment. And it was. At least for him.

Humans were his main victims, the playthings he drained of their very life essence before discarding them. And he preferred the blood and companionship of men.

Every few years or so, he’d move on, to avoid suspicion.

But even if he lingered a little longer than necessary in one place or another, people never seemed to suspect a thing.

After all, the handsome ballerino, full of wit and charm could never be something so horrendous, right?

The protection offered by the mortals around him, was easy to gain.

Manipulative, Sabre could charm the birds from the trees.

The fact that he was a graceful dancer didn’t hurt.

For as long as he can remember, he has loved to dance. It is his one true love.

And throughout his life, Sabre has tried his hand at every single style available, but ballet always called to him the most.

He feels calmer when he dances. More alive. Even feeding doesn’t offer as much fulfilment.

Sabre has moved between ballet companies around the world, careful never to make too much of a name for himself, and draw any unwanted attention as a result.

He is, however, the ballerino at his main company now. And because he doesn’t have to practise all the hours under the sun like other dancers—simply learning the routines quickly—he makes for the perfect ballerino. On show nights, he simply turns up and performs. Avoiding the company of fellow dancers as much as possible.

His excuse for not practising with the other dancers in the studio? He prefers the solitude, and his friend owns a studio he can rehearse in as much as he likes.

No one complains, because his performances are often nothing short of perfection. They all question why he doesn’t dance for the bigger studios and seek fame. He tells them fame is not what he’s interested in, just dance. And it’s true.

Rumours of his reclusiveness aren’t exactly greatly exaggerated either. It’s not a complete fallacy to suggest he has hermit-like tendencies.

Sabre enjoys his own company. But can be found at times in the companionship of kin. When he is around humans, it is purely to feed.

At least it was, until recently, when he happened upon a spellbinding human being, he finds himself absolutely captivated by. Having never felt such emotions for a mortal before, he’s struggling to deal.

Despite his largely solitary existence, Sabre does prop the bar some weekends, loves corrupting the innocent, and absolutely lives for destruction.

His sweet façade lasts only so long before his brusque, wicked ways starts to shine through.

His arrival in Hazelgrove was to ensure the glamour spell remained in disrepair.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

I’m open to plotting, so if you don’t see anything that catches your eye, hit me up and we can create a unique connection for our muses. Below are only mere suggestions.

CRUSH: This human male has somehow wormed his way into the vampires cold, dead heart, and despite his best efforts to push the mortal away, Sabre continues to find himself drawn to them. Could be more than a simple crush. They either have no clue the supernatural truly exist, or they are willingly feeding Sabre on the regular.

ENEMY: This would be another supernatural creature. They clash, and Sabre despises them with every ounce of his being. A fight always seems to erupt whenever they’re in the same place for too long.

HUNTER: They’d been searching for Sabre for years, knowing he caused the death of a family member, and wanted revenge. Upon finding him, however, they found themselves strangely fascinated by the vampire. They either still plan to kill him, find themselves attracted to and captivated by him, or they want to lull him into a false sense of security to make killing him easier.

ALLY: Hesitant to call anyone a friend, Sabre would consider this one as near as. They’re in actuality, the person he trusts most and definitely a best friend figure in his life.

SIRED VAMPIRE: The human being Sabre changed. They tend to stick close to his side, and despite his protests early on, he quickly learned how loyal this new vampire was to him, and started to use it to his advantage. Now, he doesn’t mind their presence.

ONE AND ONLY FORMER LOVER: Sabre doesn’t do relationships. Ever. But there was just something about this male that drew him in. Their relationship was tumultuous, passionate and fiery, but in its own way, loving. It’s end can be discussed, and for how long it lasted. Preferably, it will be a supernatural being that has been around for a long, long time. The relationship will be possibly hundreds of years old.