#( more. henryk barczak )

[infernare]

VERSE: WELCOME TO ASHBOURNE

CHARACTERS: HENRYK BARCZAK 

DATE: APRIL 14TH, 2019

LOCATION: ASHBOURNE

There was something wrong with Henryk. Ever since Ariana’s blood ritual disconnected him from his sireline, everything was upside down. He expected it to be hard, but it started to feel more like it was impossible. Starving was a cruel challenge and now that it had been solved, Henryk was much happier. He could be around Malachi as often as he would like without risking his life. His boyfriend wasn’t quite so convinced he had it under control, but time would allow him to prove it. If that was all, he would be perfectly content.

Henryk was much happier now, but he had never felt less like himself. It was to be expected that he wouldn’t feel the same way as before. He could no longer compel vampires --- that would’ve been of great help --- or make use of the others perks that made a Regium. That much he figured and, had that been all, he’d have been just as displeased, but wouldn’t have felt quite so alarmed about his erratic behavior. Henryk wasn’t acting like himself these days, but it never struck him in the moment, only several hours, maybe even a day or two later.

Last Friday, he caught one of the girls crying backstage. Henryk asked her to his office and spent half an hour talking to a very puzzled stripper about her feelings.

On Sunday, after tasting a particularly delicious vegan vampire, he decided to go on a diet himself. Nevermind he only fed off vampires, he would find a way.

Of course his tenacity lasted a mere few hours before he was sinking his teeth into another victim. Twenty minutes later, he was telling everybody at the bar money didn’t matter and buying strangers rounds.

A few days later and he got caught mopping the Pit’s ring himself. Once the very bewildered staff ask what he was doing, he said the cleaner “didn’t do it right”.

The most alarming moment wasn’t when he volunteered to help rebuild the Sanguinem Aeternam, but apologizing for bumping into someone and meaning it too.

Henryk was worried about what that all meant for him, but his worries disappeared once he got his fangs into some arrogant jerk who walked in with a date and proceeded to flirt with everyone else. After making a generous meal out of him, Henryk came back in for his date and asked the guy back to his place.

A problem for another day.

[pcndemoniums]

MALACHI THORN - WELCOME TO ASHBOURNE VERSE

FULL NAME:  malachi avery thorn

NICKNAME/S: mal, bastard, you, asshole, leech, motherfucker, cocksucker, among others he doesn’t know about.

D. O. B.: april 30th 1913

D. O. D: april 29th 1945

AGE: 105 years old, 32 human years

GENDER: cis male

ORIENTATION: homoromantic bisexual

NATIONALITY: german and british

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: he/him

SPECIES:  human ( formerly) , vampire ( currently )

BLOODLINE: furorem & orphan

BIRTH PLACE: london, england

CURRENT LIVING SITUATION:  a house in ashbourne

OCCUPATION:   co- owner of the pit & pademonium

LANGUAGES: english (fluent), german (fluent), french (advanced), italian (conversational), spanish (conversational), japanese ( conversational )

ACCENT: british with a hint of german.

OTHER TALENTS: gifted painterand violinist. knows how to play the piano but doesn’t practice it. sometimes writes poetry but doesn’t share it.

APPEARANCE:

HEIGHT: 5′11

BUILD: slim but with good muscle definition

SKIN TONE: fair

HAIR COLOR: dirty blond/brown with redish highlights

EYE COLOR: blue

GLASSES OR CONTACTS:  none

BIRTHMARKS/SCARS: a few scars running down his back from his time spent in concentration camps.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: i like jomo’s tats so i’m using them as hc’s. a skull and violin tattoo on his left side. he used to have a serial number on his forearm but it’s gone now.

LEFT HANDED/RIGHT HANDED: right handed

MOST PROMINENT FEATURE: intense glare and malicious smile

CLOTHING STYLE: casual style. he enjoys wearing  modern slim fit sweaters or basic t-shirts, paired with jeans and boots. he often accessorizes with leather bracelet or necklaces. he also favors leather jackets.

FACE CLAIM: joseph morgan

RELATIONSHIPS:

FAMILY: derry thorn (father, deceased); claire thorn (mother, deceased);  jacob, noah, alexander and mason  (siblings, deceased)

PETS: human pets count?

BEST FRIENDS: anne lavenski & henryk barczak. ariana fawn gets a shout out

FOES: everyone else

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: being gross with henryk barczak

SIRE: who cares?

FLEDGLINGS: anne lavenski, nicolette gardner, justin anderson, beatrice marshall, dimitri valentin, a full congregation, sid vicious ( he’s not dead guys ),  a group of traveling actors in paris, among others.

FAVORITE FLEDGLING: anne lavenski

BLOOD SIBLINGS: none that he is aware of

PERSONALITY:

WHAT WOULD BE THEIR CHARACTER ARCHETYPE: the manipulator, the corrupter

STRONGEST CHARACTER TRAIT/S: cleverness, has a photographic memory, artistic, passionate, can read people easily, loyal to those he actually loves.

WEAKEST CHARACTER TRAIT/S: jealousy, fear of abandonment, has deep trust issues and insecurities, prone to violence, reckless and impulsive, loud mouth, possessive and cruel

PHOBIAS/FEAR/S: abandonment, tight spaces (claustrophobic), isolation

BIGGEST SECRET/S:  he doesn’t tell people about his past and what he went through. there are a few people who know because they were either there, because he trusted them enough to tell them or they put two and two together somehow. only two people know he has night terrors and what they are about.

BAD HABITS: jumping to conclusions, acts before he thinks, tightening his jaw when angry, drinking far too much, smoking, pushing people away even when he wants them to be around, sabotaging his own happiness

OBSESSIONS: henryk barczak, painting, making fledglings ( although not so much anymore ), being a life ruiner

RELIGION: atheist

ZODIAC SIGN:  taurus

HOGWARTS HOUSE: none. he would get kicked out on day one

MORAL ALIGNMENT:  chaotic neutral. yes, neutral, i was shocked too

OPINION ON DRUG USE: good for spicing things up

OPINION ON ALCOHOL USE: he’s basically an alcoholic, what do you think?

OPINION ON SWEARING: a necessary evil

QUIRKS:

HOBBIES: painting, reading, playing the violin, glorious murder, pushing people’s buttons

OUTDOORS OR INDOOR PERSON: depends on his mood

FAVORITE TYPE OF MUSIC: classical, 70′s rock and some alternative music. he went through a punk phase in the 80′s but it was short lived.

FAVORITE COLOR: red, duh

FAVORITE FOOD: blood, double duh. although if we are talking human food, he does like his onion rings.

FAVORITE ANIMAL: butterflies, don’t judge. well, moths to be more precise.

FAVORITE BOOK: don quixote by manuel de cervantes and fahrenheit 451 by ray bradbury

FAVORITE SCENT: leather, cigarettes, whiskey, aftershave, the way henryk smells after sex

INSTAGRAM: malbrotz

WHAT DOES THEIR VOICEMAIL MESSAGE SOUND LIKE: “please deposit 25 cents for the next three minutes”

PAST /FUTURE:

WHAT WERE THEY LIKE AS A CHILD: very inquisitive, always trying to figure things out. was reckless from the start and a bit of a handful because he could never stay put. he was the youngest of five boys who liked to bully him a little, so he learned how to put walls up at a very young age.  

DID THEY GROW UP RICH OR POOR: poor

DID THEY GROW UP NURTURED OR NEGLECTED: nurtured. his father wasn’t around much because he worked all the time but he was a mommas boy.

WHAT DID THEY WANT TO BE WHEN THEY GREW UP: before the war started, malachi had plans on moving to italy or paris to learn more about art and music.

SMELL THAT REMINDS THEM OF THEIR CHILDHOOD: the smell of rain on grass, freshly baked bread because his mother used to bake all the time.

BEST CHILDHOOD MEMORY: his mother and him used to play in the rain, jumping on puddles. one time he got really sick and spent a whole day in bed. his mom brought him home made soup and spoiled him rotten by telling him all kinds of stories.

WORST CHILDHOOD MEMORY: when his father died. his mum died when he was an adult so its not exactly a childhood memory even though the pain was a lot worse.

ARE THEY/DO THEY WANT TO GET MARRIED: fuck no. but he does want to spend his life with a certain someone.

WILL THEY EVER SETTLE DOWN SOMEWHERE: if its worth it.

[veraelwyns]

( henryk barczak. ) ​

It was Halloween and there was no wind, not even a breeze to move the fall leaves that were scattered over the sidewalk. The stars were lost to the ink black sky. How fitting, Vera thinks. If the words were to be said out loud, they would have sounded incredibly unimpressed. The woman, even as a child, didn’t enjoy Halloween. This was an odd dislike, coming from someone who didn’t miss a chance to dress-up. As a child trick-or-treating was stressful, she didn’t like scary movies, and someone’s spooky theme party? Yeah, that can get f u c k  e d. You know what’s a valid theme? Alcohol. Booze is the only essential component of a good party; everything else is just a waste of space. 

Que Henryk Barczak’s Halloween party at Pandemonium. Stepping out of the back of the car heels first, Vera slips down her pretty and gold venetian mask that covers to her cheekbones. Pushing herself out of the matte black vehicle, the woman passes the bouncer in her winged high heel sharpley slide sandals and into the club, letting the confidence of her walk sway her hips in the black honey couture dress she wore that hugged her figure. “Scotch, please. I’m starving.” She tells the bartender in a short tone due to a tightness in her chest has already settled in the middle of her chest as she begins to look over her shoulder, simply watching humans and supernatural species interact, knowing and unknowingly. Vera could feel her already rosy cheeks warm up.

Vera didn't like that. Vera knew she wouldn't like this. There were so many people and that was something she was used to. Large crowds was something Vera was used to, but not having the ability to identify anybody put her on edge. The music was loud; she could feel the beat pulse beneath her heels and as much as she loved to take part in a good conversation, from what she could see as of right now, many took to dancing along with the music. And from the conversations she could spot, the people were already too drunk for Vera; God help the person who walks in front of a drunks expressively flailing arm.   Why did she come again?   Right, scotch. "Thank you," She tells the bartender in a softer tone, suddenly feeling detached as she puts down her money along with a more than decent tip and takes her drink, not wasting a moment in letting amber liquid hit her tongue.

[a-painintheneck]

Malachi Thorn Task 02

Basics:

Full Name:  Malachi Avery Thorn

Nickname/s: Mal, Thorn, bastard, asshole, leech, motherfucker, cocksucker, among others he doesn’t know about.

Age: 104

Date of Birth: April 30th, 1913

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him

Species:  Vampire

Birth place: London, England

Current living situation:  Sharing a house with Henryk Barczak in Ashbourne, Nova Scotia

Occupation:  resident villain, town drunk

Appearance:

Height: 5′11

Build: Slim but with good muscle definition

Skin Tone: fair

Hair Color: Dirty blond/brown with redish highlights

Eye Color: Blue

Glasses or Contacts:  none

Birthmarks/Scars: A few scars running down his back from his time spent in concentration camps.

Tattoos/Piercings: I like Jomo’s tats so I’m using them as hc’s. He used to have a serial number on his forearm but it's gone now.

Left handed/Right handed: Right handed

Most Prominent Feature: Intense glare and malicious smile

Clothing Style: Casual style. He enjoys wearing  modern slim fit sweaters or basic t-shirts, paired with jeans and boots. He often accessorizes with leather bracelet or necklaces. He also favors leather jackets.

Face Claim: Joseph Morgan

Relationships:

Parent’s Names: Claire and Derry Thorn

Relationship with Parents: Both are dead so non existent

Sibling’s Names: Adrian, Gabriel, James, Christopher, Leopold

Relationship with Siblings: None. The first three died of influenza when they were very young.

Pets: Does Chrissy count?

Best friends: Henryk Barczak, Mila Romanoff (npc)

Foes: Everyone else

Relationship Status: Being gross with Henryk Barczak

Sire: Elias ‘who gives a fuck about your last name’ (deceased)

Fledglings: Anne Levenski, Nicolette Gardner, Justin Anderson, Beatrice Marshall, Remington Wright, among others.

Personality:

What would be their Character Archetype: The Manipulator, The Corrupter

Strongest Character Trait/s: Cleverness, has a photographic memory, artistic, passionate, can read people easily, loyal to those he actually loves.

Weakest Character Trait/s: Jealousy, fear of abandonment, has deep trust issues and insecurities, prone to violence, reckless and impulsive, loud mouth, possessive and cruel

Phobias/Fear/s: abandonment, tight spaces (claustrophobic), isolation

Biggest Secret/s:  He doesn’t tell people about his past and what he went through. There are a few people who know because they were either there, because he trusted them enough to tell them or they put two and two together somehow. Only two people know he has night terrors and what they are about.

Bad Habits: jumping to conclusions, acts before he thinks, tightening his jaw when angry, drinking far too much, smoking, pushing people away even when he wants them to be around, sabotaging his own happiness

Obsessions: Jasper Wells (formerly), Remy Wright (formerly), Henryk Barczak, painting, making fledglings, destroying people

Religion: Agnostic

Sexuality: Henryk Barczak, Pansexual

Zodiac Sign:  Taurus

Hogwarts House: None. He would get kicked out on day one

Moral Alignment:  Chaotic Neutral. Yes, neutral, I was shocked too

Opinion on Drug use: Good for spicing things up

Opinion on Alcohol use: He’s basically an alcoholic, what do you think?

Opinion on Swearing: A necessary evil

Quirks:

Hobbies: painting, reading, pushing people’s buttons

Language/s spoken: English, German and French.

Outdoors or Indoor Person: Depends on his mood

Instruments they play: Violin

Favorite Type of Music: Classical, 70′s rock and some alternative music. He went through a punk phase in the 80′s but it was short lived.

Favorite Color: Red, duh

Favorite Food: Blood, double duh. Although if we are talking human food, he does like his onion rings.

Favorite Animal: Butterflies, don’t judge. Well, moths to be more precise.

Favorite Book: Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Favorite Scent: Leather, cigarettes, whiskey, aftershave, the way Henryk smells after sex, faeries smell pretty good too

Instagram: malthorn

What does their voicemail message sound like: "Please deposit 25 cents for the next three minutes”

Past /Future:

What were they like as a Child: Very inquisitive, always trying to figure things out. Was reckless from the start and a bit of a handful because he could never stay put. He was the youngest of five boys who liked to bully him a little, so he learned how to put walls up at a avery young age.  

Did they grow up Rich or Poor: Poor

Did they grow up Nurtured or Neglected: Nurtured. His father wasn’t around much because he worked all the time but he was a mommas boy.

What did they want to be when they grew up: Before the war started, Malachi had plans on moving to Italy to learn more about art. He wanted to paint for a living.

Smell that Reminds them of their Childhood: The smell of rain on grass, freshly baked bread because his mother used to bake all the time.

Best Childhood Memory: His mother and him used to play in the rain, jumping on puddles. One time he got really sick and spent a whole day in bed. His mom brought him home made soup and spoiled him rotten by telling him all kinds of stories.

Worst Childhood Memory: When his father died.

Are they/do they want to get Married: Nope, but he’d like to spend his life with someone.

Will they ever settle down somewhere: If its worth it.

[crowmasayoshi-blog1]

Basics:

Full Name: Kemono

Nickname/s: Masayoshi Son, Crow

Age: 463

Date of Birth: After the first rice harvest, 1554 A.D.

Gender: Cis-male

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him/His

Species:  Faerie

Birth place: Mio, Japan

Current living situation:  Lives in a blue row house with his little sister

Occupation:  Social worker for Frost’s Home, hair stylist

Appearance:

Height: 6′4″

Build: Lean and lanky

Skin Tone: Tan

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Black

Glasses or Contacts:  No

Birthmarks/Scars: Intense whip scarring on his back

Tattoos/Piercings: None

Left handed/Right handed: Right handed

Most Prominent Feature: His rather obsessively tended hair

Clothing Style: Fluid, tends towards formalwear

Face Claim: Godfrey Gao

Relationships:

Parent’s Names: Masayoshi Yoshitsune, Emi

Relationship with Parents: It’s hard to tell who did the worst damage to him, his mother or his father.

Sibling’s Names: Masayoshi Hana

Relationship with Siblings: He loves his sister a great deal more than he loves himself.  He essentially raised her. Theirs is a relationship straight out of Lilo and Stitch.

Pets: This man has too many pets.

Best friends: He’s a hard man to get to know in that sense.

Foes: Henryk Barczak

Relationship Status: Single

Sire: N/A

Fledglings: N/A

Pack Members: N/A

Coven Members: N/A

Personality:

What would be their Character Archetype: The Martyr/The Hanged Man

Strongest Character Trait/s: Surliness, Self-sacrifice

Weakest Character Trait/s: Self-preservation, self-esteem

Phobias/Fear/s: Losing control of himself, hearing other people chew

Biggest Secret/s:  His name

Bad Habits: Putting himself and his needs so far below his sister’s that they might as well be on the ocean floor. Judging people for their hair.

Obsessions: Hair. Especially on other men. Especially when it’s red.

Religion: Atheist, sometimes follows Shinto rituals

Sexuality: Gay as springtime

Zodiac Sign:  Doesn’t care.

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Moral Alignment:  Chaotic Good

Opinion on Drug use: Seen too many go down this road.

Opinion on Alcohol use: Seen too many go down this road—indulges occasionally in moderation, usually in moments of weakness.

Opinion on Swearing: Fuck the fucking fuckers.

Quirks:

Hobbies: Hairstyling. Music.

Language/s spoken: Too many. Polyglot.

Outdoors or Indoor Person: Indoor.

Instruments they play: Shamisen.

Favorite Type of Music: Alternative / rowdy folk

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Food: Rice

Favorite Animal: Dogs

Favorite Place to Travel: India

Favorite Holiday: The spring festival in China

Favorite Book: Kafka on the Shore, audiobook

Favorite Movie: He saw all of Akira Kurosawa’s films in theaters

Favorite Scent: Lavender

Instagram/Twitter/Tumblr Handle: theribaldraven

What does their voicemail message sound like: “Hello, this is Crow Masyoshi. Please leave a message after the beep.”

Past /Future:

What were they like as a Child: Angry and belligerent

Did they grow up Rich or Poor: Poor

Did they grow up Nurtured or Neglected: Deeply neglected

What did they want to be when they grew up: Alive

Smell that Reminds them of their Childhood: Low tide

Best Childhood Memory: The day his father took him from his brothel.

Worst Childhood Memory: Being dragged from his home and whipped while his mother looked on, holding his sister.

Future goals: Learn to read

Are they/do they want to get Married: No/No

Do they have/want to have Kids: No/Confused issue

Do they want to grow old: Yes

Will they ever settle down somewhere: Unlikely

[clarice-dagny-archived]

Task 02  ::  We are, who we are

Basics:

Full Name:  Clarice Élan Dagny

Nickname/s:  Clary, Pumpkin, Red ( by a few people ), Hobbit Girl ( by Damien ), Little Red ( by other Hunts ), Amante ( by Dante )

Age:  436 years old

Date of Birth:  January 27th, 1581

Gender:  Female

Preferred Pronouns:   She/Her

Species:  Bitch  Vampire

Birth place:  Unknown but she grew up in a small hunting village somewhere in North Italy with her brother and sister.  The village has since been burned down.

Current living situation:  Living with Ruth in a two bedroom apartment in down town Ashbourne, Nova Scotia

Occupation:  Assistant Manager and Barista at La Petit Café Rouge

Appearance:

Height:  5′2

Build:  Slim

Skin Tone:  Pale

Hair Color:  Typically she dyes it Red [ Naturally is Blonde ]

Eye Color:  Steel Blue

Glasses or Contacts:   None

Birthmarks/Scars:  Few scars from the night she died but nothing big.  You wouldn’t even notice them if you weren’t looking.

Tattoos/Piercings:  None

Left handed/Right handed:  Right

Most Prominent Feature:  Height and hair color

Clothing Style:  Cheap street.  She buys most if not all her clothes at second hand shops.

Face Claim:  Jane Levy

Relationships:

Parent’s Names:  Elizabeth and Gideon Dagny

Relationship with Parents:  Strained (ish); Clary never knew her parents.  She and her siblings were abandoned when she was three years old.  She doesn’t remember anything about them anymore. 

Sibling’s Names:  Aurelia (older sister), Oliver (younger brother, deceased)

Relationship with Siblings:  Lots of ups and downs.  She was never close with her brother and while she’s haunted by the fact she murdered him, she doesn’t miss him.  After finding out her sister was alive, they were able to make up and forget their rocky past.  Clary would like to someday be closer to Auri again, but as it is, her sister’s whereabouts are unknown.

Pets:  One cat named ‘Freeloader Asshole Cat’ AKA ‘Freebie’

Best friends (AKA people she tells everything):  Stephen Neeley, Kai Hunt, William Adler

Friends (people she likes and wants to know more):  Matilda Hunt, Ruth Jakobs, Mercy Peltier, Summer Calvery, Henryk Barczak, Monty Kirschbaum

Foes:  Malachi Thorn  Laila Renaud

Play Thing/s:  Cael Mercer

Other/Father of my Cat:  Damien Hunt

Relationship Status:  Taken

Ex-boyfriend:  Dante Cortez

Sire:  Elias (deceased)

Fledglings:  N/A

Personality:

What would be their Character Archetype:  The Sarcastic Rebel

Strongest Character Trait/s:  Loyal, thoughtful, quick wit, humorous

Weakest Character Trait/s:  Stubborn, gives into peer pressure easily

Phobias/Fear/s:  Abandonment, being alone, being seen as nothing more than a monster

Biggest Secret/s:  Is stupidly in love with Kai  Is a secret romantic who loves cheesy gestures

Bad Habits/Ticks:  Clicking her tongue when annoyed, rolling her eyes at stupidity, giving away free things at work.

Obsessions:  Drinking pumpkin spice lattes, Instagramming pictures of her stupid cat, thinking about things that don’t actually matter.

Religion:  Agnostic

Sexuality:  Straight

Zodiac Sign:  Aquarius

Hogwarts House:  Gryffindor (she’ll deny and say Slytherin though if you ask her)

Moral Alignment:  True Neutral

Opinion on Drug use:  Won’t partake herself, but is fine if others want to

Opinion on Alcohol use:  Drink a lot, drink often

Opinion on Swearing:  Is that even a question?

Quirks:

Hobbies:  Playing video games, flirting with people to get free stuff, instagramming, drinking coffee, dancing horribly, singing in the shower, going for night walks.

Language/s spoken:  Speaks fluent English, French, Spanish and Mandarin Chinese.   She also knows some Korean, Vietnamese, Moari, American sign language and Russian.

Outdoors or Indoor Person:  Outdoors all the way

Instruments they play:  Guitar (though it’s been a while)

Favorite Type of Music:  Punk, Rock, occasional Rap

Favorite Color:  Amaranth Red

Favorite Food:  Strawberry Syrup or Jam

Favorite Animal:  Squirrel

Favorite Place to Travel:  She loves Ireland and London but her favorite place to travel around is Southern China or Laos.

Favorite Holiday:  Halloween

Favorite Movie:  Scott Pilgrim vs the World

Favorite Scent:  Pumpkin Spice anything

Instagram/Twitter/Tumblr Handle:  LittleRedWanderer

What does their voicemail message sound like:  ‘ Hey, you’ve reached Clary’s cellphone.  Chances are my phone is in my hand right now so I’m clearly screen your calls.  Leave a message and I’ll consider getting back to you. ’ 

Past /Future:

What were they like as a Child:  As a small child, Clary was very outgoing, rowdy and considered ‘tomboyish’.  As she got older, she became more reserved to others but at the same time, sought ways to stand out.   

Did they grow up Rich or Poor:  Very poor

Did they grow up Nurtured or Neglected:  Nurtured by her sister, neglected by the rest of the world.

What did they want to be when they grew up:  A teacher (this dream didn’t last long)

Smell that Reminds them of their Childhood:  Fresh Cherry Pie

Best Childhood Memory:  Making flower crowns with her sister.

Worst Childhood Memory:  That time she broke her arm when she fell out of a tree.

Future goals:  Follow in Matilda’s footsteps and have her own business.  She thought about owning her own cafe but might want to get away from the coffee business for a while.  Maybe get another cat after she buys her first home.

Are they/do they want to get Married:  The thought scares her but maybe someday depending on the guy.

Do they have/want to have Kids:  She’ll say no, but she’d actually be a great mom.

Do they want to grow old:  Been there, done that

Will they ever settle down somewhere:  Now that her quest to hunt down and kill her sire is over, she’d like to find a ‘forever home’ of some kind.  Being a vampire she knows that’s near impossible but she’d still like to try.

[infernare]

SUMMARY

You take a left on your walk home that you’re sure wasn’t there before. The road wavers before you and out the corner of your eye you think you see twisting roots. Shadows that have too much form. The wind carries a whisper, Welcome home. You try to turn around and head back, but the road keeps shifting. The more you try to get away, the sicker you feel, with roots climbing up your ankles like chains.

And then you see it. The small town that is nowhere and everywhere all at once. No one chooses to come here, but once the town has you, there is no doubt that you are in a prison. It calls to you, lures you in and keeps you close. It’s the promise of a home, but you are only a guest in here.

Most inhabitants aren’t sure how long they’ve truly been in here, but they try to build some semblance of life in this dangerous little town. The veil between worlds is thinner here and unknown creatures whisper secrets in the woods while the Blood Tree watches over the townsfolk, roots digging in deeper and deeper.

Welcome to Ashbourne, a home, a prison, a place shrouded in mystery, and whatever you do, don’t go into the woods. Don’t go into the woods.

CHARACTERS

Amara [ Ksenia Solo ] , banshee , bookkeeper at witch shop

Carmen Valencia [ Lindsey Morgan ] , human ( hands of orion hunter ) , bartender

Celeste Vogel [ Crystal Reed ] , witch ( necromancer )

Constantine Vogel [ Michael Malarkey ] , witch ( necromancer )

Desmond Browne [ Richard Madden ] , witch ( ceremonialist ) , mixologist

Effie Pembroke [ Madelaine Petsch ] , kinion werewolf , watcher ( Ashbourne PD )

Henryk Barczak [ Paul Wesley ] , unknown vampire , owner of Pandemonium club

Katherine Belvoir [ Chloe Bennet ] , witch ( seeress ) , librarian at the Daughters of Kastamere institute

Malachi Thorn [ Joseph Morgan ] , furorem vampire , owner of the Pit underground fight ring

Philippe Ballard [ Alexander Skarsgard ] , regium vampire , entrepreneur

Santino Aguirre [ Manny Montana ] , human ( hands of orion hunter ) , cook