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"Not all of them," he shrugged. He saw people throw out kids all of the time for various things. The added bite just made it easier to do so. He understood it to a point. A werewolf wasn't an easy thing to handle, there wasn't anything you could do on the full moon besides hope they were okay. "A fool, no. Possibly sociopathic, murderous for sure, probably thought about biting my kid, and smarter than people give you credit for, yeah I think that. A fool though, hardly." They did not think the same way, that was clear, but everyone had their reasons for doing things. It wasn't up to Lorcan to judge. His job was to protect Roisin and make music. "Even the poachers? I always thought they were a special kind of stupid to try. You'd think you wouldn't try to steal from a vampire, but someone tried. Not even worth the snack with someone like that."

"Of course I mean after. They at least have the sense to hold onto the normal ones." Even squibs weren't thrown out of slaughtered much these days, save by Death Eaters, and they were practically muggles. One bite made all the difference in the world, and for the better of it. Although he criticized their parenting, he much preferred them to abandon their young—let him raise them, instead. Werewolves weren't meant to be raised by anyone but their own kind. Greyback chuckled. "Surely you don't think I'm a fool? My territory is well hidden, trust me." Protective charms and wards and even a few well-placed artefacts kept his compound from being found. Was it foolproof? Not inherently... but it was damn well close. "But even fools aren't keen on stealing werewolf cubs. More likely to just ignore them on the streets. I'm protecting them from hatred."

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Lorcan raised a brow at him. How could he not believe that Fenrir was biting children on purpose? "If you mean before they are bitten, most do. As for after, they still should but we are just monster to them." Lorcan's own mother had wanted him but his father had tried dating more than once and he saw what happened. Even he had his own kid dropped off because of what he was. Lorcan had asked because he didn't know. Before he could say anything he watched his daughter snag one of the boy's arms and pin it behind his back. He didn't have to say anything before she let him go. "Hidden doesn't always work. People are assholes and they go digging if they really want something. It is why she can do that. Some people are stupid enough to try and snatch things while you are right there." He hated that day. Someone trying to snatch her.

"You act like I'm doing it on purpose." He was, of course. "Not like we've got a lot of control, see. I can't stop the little ones from wandering away from mummy and daddy." The only way for a werewolf to maintain control, maybe, was relatively new—and exorbitantly expensive. No werewolf could hope to prepare it themselves. "At least I don't abandon them when it happens. Shouldn't they have that little voice to tell them to hang onto their kids?" Greyback shrugged. "Better than nothing." How vampires chose to keep themselves from extinction didn't interest him much. They could do whatever they wished. "How do you think I protect them? I keep them hidden. They don't leave the den without my permission." Not necessarily his supervision—he couldn't watch all of them—but he needed to know where they went. "But you can't keep them cooped up all the time. That's when they drive you mental."

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Lorcan didn't trust that as the true answer. Children were easier to mold than adults, they were sponges. Take a sponge and soak it with what you want and they learn that. He was old enough to know the true answer, and he understood it to a point. "You don't have that little voice in your head that says maybe don't bite children do you?" Lorcan chuckled a little at the words. "Mhm, it isn't that easy. Two vampires can't make a child. You need a human to do that. Then you fully change them as an adult." Lorcan was only half still, but he was already talking to his father about changing that part too. "How do you protect them? From the killing when they are so young?"

That was the weird thing about werewolves to Lorcan. They aren’t born really. Vampires could be, or at least. Partly. Which left the questions who bit a child to turn them and why. He knew one of the answers. “Why children?” He dared to ask it. Mostly curious about the thought process. “Vampires can’t do that, people turn to killing if it happens. Besides bit cruel to freeze someone in time as a child.”

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That was the weird thing about werewolves to Lorcan. They aren’t born really. Vampires could be, or at least. Partly. Which left the questions who bit a child to turn them and why. He knew one of the answers. “Why children?” He dared to ask it. Mostly curious about the thought process. “Vampires can’t do that, people turn to killing if it happens. Besides bit cruel to freeze someone in time as a child.”

Lorcan looked back at the kids. Thankfully, Roisin was a tough little kid, but he had a feeling some of it had to do with her bloodline. "Partly at least." He smiled watching her. "Made or born? What about them?"

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Lorcan looked back at the kids. Thankfully, Roisin was a tough little kid, but he had a feeling some of it had to do with her bloodline. "Partly at least." He smiled watching her. "Made or born? What about them?"

"I think he would agree with you." His attention shifted back toward the cubs, more for Lorcan's spawn's sake than for them—softer beings didn't often mix with werewolves. "Bloodsucker, are you?" He was right. That was more exciting. "Is she one too, then?"

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Lorcan watched it happened but it seemed like Roisin had other plans. She stopped to look at the man that had clearly in her eyes been in her way. She crossed her arms and glanced at Lorcan before looking back at Rabastan. "If you're going to be in the way and boring maybe go to a different park" she huffed. Lorcan bit his lip watching before coming up. He saw the news paper and shrugged.

The child almost collided with Rabastan, swerving across his path as he headed towards a bench. A copy of the Daily Prophet swung heedlessly from his fingertips, a cloak draped over his free arm. He fully intended to while away the morning in the cool air, instead of locked away at home. Free time did not come often, especially not now that the Death Eaters had started to regroup. So while he wasn't thrilled by the girl's noisy enthusiasm, he decided to occupy the bench nonetheless and sat, inhospitably taking up more space than he needed.

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Lorcan nodded. "Then makes it even cooler I think." He didn't see why kids couldn't pick their own names. He heard the infliction on the one word and understood it perfectly. "No one else will, I understand that." He had to laugh though at the comment about his teeth. "Oh, you know that would be fun. Vampire though, far more exciting I think at least." He left out the half part for now, there was no need to mention that here.

"He chose it for himself." Much like he had all those years ago, there were some that joined his ranks that chose to shed their old identities. Why be tied to a world that didn't want them? "They are, indeed. Orphans, the both of them. We take care of our own." Eyeing Lorcan's fanged smile with amusement, he added; "Nice teeth. What are you, then? Part elf?"

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Of course Lorcan knew the reputation the other had. His guard was already up. A smile with a flash of fangs showed as he learned the names. Were the fangs a warning to not touch his kid? Yes. “Spider, sounds like they belong in a punk band.” He watched the kids for a moment before speaking. “I assume that means they are wolves too?.”

Ah that name he knew. Fenrir Greyback, one of the werewolves that roamed this earth. He glanced at the kids before turning his attention back to Fenrir. "Had no idea you were a father," he commented softly. "Her name is Roisin. And your cubs?"

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Ah that name he knew. Fenrir Greyback, one of the werewolves that roamed this earth. He glanced at the kids before turning his attention back to Fenrir. "Had no idea you were a father," he commented softly. "Her name is Roisin. And your cubs?"

Fenrir nodded to the two cubs at his heels. "Go and show them the game we were playing," he said, turning his attention back toward Lorcan. "Fenrir," he introduced. "What's her name?"

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Seeing the familiar face of Char let him relax a little bit. He slowed down his run seeing his daughter giggling and happy in the familiar space of the other. Now, most times it was their tattoo studio where she got to show off her own art skills, but being out here was great. Lor laughed before nodding. "She's got all the energy in the world right now, probably best we are skipping the studio today." Glancing at the picket signs he raised a brow. "Did we miss something fun happening?"

"Whoa- Hey!" Char had been dragging some picket signs through the park on their way back from a rally when they caught sight of a familiar head of blonde hair racing by, and heard the sound of a familiar voice calling after her. Out of reflex, he dropped the signs and grabbed Roisin up in their arms instead, keeping her from getting any further away from her daddy. "Slow down there, little rascal!" With a laugh, they gave a little spin on the spot, turning his hair her favorite color with the motion; A bright, neon pink. Stopping them facing Lor, they put the now giggling girl down and greeted him with a cheery, "alright, Lor? Need a hand with this one?"

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Lorcan looked at the kids and grinned. "Well that is true." He put Roisin down. "Go see if you can play kiddo." Maybe he could wear her out that way. He held out a hand for a shake, "Lorcan by the way."

"What does it look like?" he asked, cocking a brow. "I've brought some of my younger cubs out to play. Can't keep 'em cooped up all day, can you?"

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Lorcan finally caught up to her, scooping her up as soon as he could. He put her up on his shoulders before grinning. "Yeah, she's mine." Lorcan glanced at the game that was happening. "What you got going on here?"

The wayward child in question ran up in the midst of his cubs' game, pursued closely by what he could only assume was the father. Someone recognizable even, but Fenrir gave no immediate indication of that. "Yours, I'll wager? Should be careful about letting them run off like that."

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Oh he was running late and without fail it seemed he and Roisin managed to forget her backpack for the studio. He picked her up and sighed. "Alright kiddo, how about we ditch the studio and head to the park?" With the nod he smiled and started that way, putting her down. Right as they got to the park she started running. "Roy! Wait!"

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Lorcan being home was something he needed to happen. Tour was over for now, the band needed some time to just relax after being on the road for a year. It was nice to be back around his father and family after all. Plus it gave time for Roisin to be around her family and not just on the road.

He stopped by the sweets shop, taking his time to make a decision. He heard someone and smiled at the woman who approached him. "True, but I'm trying to find the perfect sweet for someone. What would you recommend for impressing someone?"

who: open to all where: Sugarplum’s Sweets Shop

Life over the last few weeks had been hectic and work had taken up much of her time, leaving very little to be used to stroll. Despite that, occasionally, Estelle would manage to free up and afternoon and of course, should her brother or her friends ever need her, she would be there for them. Her twin more than most had the position to call upon her presence at any given time of day.

That was how she found herself in Diagon Alley that day, staring at the window of the sweets shop. The witch had owled ahead, requesting a batch of authentic and fresh maracons and éclairs to be added to the mix. All she had to do was wait. What better things to do than browse the little store while her order was being packaged up along with a few pasties.

Estelle had been waiting for a few minutes when her eyes began to drift around the store, landing on someone who seemed to struggle making their decision at a shelf of freshly baked goods. "They're not going to pick themselves you know?" The witch took a few steps. A part of her couldn't help but wonder the cause for such a delay. Another part of her was simply bored waiting for her order.

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IC INFO:

Character name: Lorcan d’Eath Age & Birthday: 42, December 31 Gender & Pronouns: Cismale, He/Him Occupation: Lead singer of 13 Nights Blood status: Halfblood/Half-vampire Previous house: Hogwarts Previous Affiliation: OrderFace claim: Chris Evans Traits: + Creative, Patient, Empathetic

-Overthinker, Perfectionist, Cautious 

CHARACTER SUMMARY:

Lorcan’s story starts between a vampire and a human falling in love. His father the vampire and his mother the human. It was always a matter of time before fate said it wouldn’t work. His mother passed away when he was four, leaving him and his father to figure out life together without her. 

Since Lorcan’s father was a journalist he traveled with him all over the world. Most of his childhood was dedicated to being tethered to his father so he didn’t wander off too far. Lorcan was bad about just wandering as a child. He learned a lot though, he knows four different languages, and many different cultures. It was during the travels he picked up a love for music.

Hogwarts was pretty interesting. Not many kids needed to eat blood every so often after all. There was a perk to being sorted into Hufflepuff though. Snacks were right there close. It was always nice to have, and he made some decent friends during his time there. 

In school he was your average student. He had to work out a way to get blood, which was something he had to work with the headmaster. After a while he had a few friends he could take a sip from if he needed anything. In his later years (6th and 7th) he had a few girlfriends and boyfriends that allowed it to happen when needed. 

Lorcan had a small little band in school. They would sneak up to the Room of requirement and practice well after curfew. 

He ended up finding his wife somewhere along the way. They were young and in love. They lived the dream of the band life. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll were their jam. Since half-vampries age differently he knew that one day she wouldn’t be there with him but that didn’t stop him. 

He married her after a few years, and within a year the unthinkable happened. He was driving with her and got hit by another driver going too fast. He only lived because of his vampire side. 

For a long while he hated everything. He threw himself into his music and picked himself up that way. 

When the war started he was still grieving. Being an average wizard he did his best to help out where he could. He used his music to help fund the order to the best of his ability. He wanted to help where he could even while he was out on tour. He let his penthouse be a safe house for those who needed it. He didn’t go out fighting but he offered what he could to people who were far braver than him. 

About six years ago now he had a one night stand with a fan. That one night stand came back with a baby a year later. His daughter Rosin. She’s six now and goes on tour with him everywhere. She’s always backstage with giant headphones on and the band loves her. 

With the war over he moved his focus to her and his music again after taking some time to work with the order. 

Anything else?: Half-vampires need blood and human food to thrive!