leofgeat

[leofgeat]

OPEN STARTER | rosie cafe

“what are you getting?” leo asks, turning to the person in line behind him. “c’mon. i’ll buy you a coffee. what do you want?”

[leofgeat]

rylandcaldwell​

OPEN STARTER LOCATION - meijer’s grocery store

Ryland wasn’t much of a social person and so often times when he was seen out and about in town, it wasn’t for a social exchange. Much like today, he was trying to shop without getting into any conversations. That was unlikely though in a town this size. Everyone seemed to know who he was and Ryland hated that. He had his hands full of groceries, always thinking he wouldn’t need a basket when he arrived, and was trying to balance a bunch of bananas on top when the whole thing went toppling over and he cursed under his breath before kneeling down to start picking things back up when he noticed someone else rushing over to help him. “Sorry, you don’t have to help me I’m fine. I appreciate it but I don’t want to bother anyone.”

“ah, no worries,” leo said, squatting down to help him pick them up. leo hated to see good bananas go to waste, anyhow. “you’ll wanna make those bananas into banana bread. they’re gonna bruise.” his accent was almost unplaceable, but he was nice enough if you looked past the wild eyes and 70s beach waves he wore.

“you’re a confident sucker, aren’t you? want me to get you a basket, or are we still deceiving ourselves into thinking we don’t need one?”

[leofgeat]

i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.

[leofgeat]

( maric, he/him, 21+, cst, n/a ) // heard [ leofgeat "leo" dubh ] was in town, and [ he/they ] looks awfully like [ linus roache ]. word is that the [ sixteen hundred ] year old [ demi man & vampire ] works as the [ owner of touch of ink ]. have you heard [ he/they ] can be [ arrogant ] and [ hot headed ]? though, depending on your sources, maybe [ he/they ] can be [ charismatic ] and [ intelligent ]. when you look at [ him/them ], your mind gets flooded with [ empty eyes looking beyond what's there, the quiet hum of a tattoo gun, desperate hands reaching for affection, and the quiet morning after a night of anguish ]. we’ll keep an eye on [ him/them ], don’t worry.

this is leo! he’s weird. let’s get started.

he’s not actually sure of his human life anymore. he’s around 1600 years old, but that could fluctuate, as dates were not as heavly recorded among his people. his mother was a celt, and his father was a saxon. so, he was a perfect blend of britannia at the time. he remembers a sister he had, boudicca, whose whereabouts he is unsure of. he doesn’t know if she became an immortal or if she simply died. he just knows she’s not around anymore.

he was made into a vampire when he was older, around his late 40s. the vampire’s name was aristokles, a former greek politician. makes sense for him to be a blood sucker, yeah?

when he was made vampire, leo took his new immortal status as a sure sign of divine right. though, as he lived through english history, he became slightly disillusioned with his vampiric life. he began to lose hope, and aristokles, who had stuck with him in more ways than one had lost any mystery as well. in a word, leo was bored.

so, he went to make his own way in life, moving out of england around 1000 a.c. he spent time with the vikings in norway, learning some of their tattoo arts. he became fascinated with art and perfected the craft over the next few hundred years. 

around the 1300s, leo returned to england, and much of his history is lost there. he’ll tell a thousand different stories about where he traveled, but the truth of the matter is that he turned many new vampires and built his own friends and family from that. 

he went to america in the early 1700s and started his own tattoo business, though the art was not as popular as it had been. still, he excelled at making money other ways, namely crime.

by the time starksville was established, leo had made quite the name across the americas. he moved to starksville though a while after it was established, in the late 1900s in 1991. then, he opened a touch of ink and never looked back

[leofgeat]

Mandy - Panos Cosmatos 2018