#cursed.introduction

[vengeanceson]

The Basics:

Name: Grayson Kade Age: Thirty Species: Hunter Werewolf Location: Salem Occupation: Librarian Gender: Cismale (he/him) FC: Drew Starkey

Timeline:

tw: attempted suicide, weapons, gore, violence

·  Grayson’s most prominent memory is within the walls of The Order. Training beside family from the early morning until night fell and he could no longer keep his eyes open. The first and only child, the pride and joy of the Grayson family as he was set to take on the role of Hunter, like his mother before him.

·  He spent his formative years inhaling every book The Order had, taking notes in journal after journal to study at his leisure. The pride in his mother’s eye an incredible motivator to continue bettering himself.

·  Like his mother, Grayson specialized himself in werewolves. Like his mother, Grayson has no interest in cures. A beast is a beast and the only true cure is death.

·  When he graduated, he graciously accepted every job he was given and completed it quickly. Werewolves hunted down without mercy; zero hesitation with each pull of the trigger that sent a silver bullet into the heart of his prey. He slept every night comfortably, never a sliver of guilt over the lives he’d taken.

·  At twenty-seven, Grayson considered himself a seasoned hunter and took great pride in all his accomplishments. So, when he was sent on a job with his mother as the head of the hunting party outside of Salem, the gravity of the situation wasn’t lost on either of them, but they were confident in themselves and each other.

·  What they faced was unlike anything Grayson had ever seen or heard of behind. Maybe they’d all gotten too comfortable, or maybe the wolf was something else, but Grayson can’t explain the violence it inflicted on his team. Shredded, devoured, mutilated, the hunting party could hardly be called remains with the way they were massacred so viciously.

·  He and his mother stood back-to-back, eyes wide as they searched the surrounding area for their target. His foot slipped on the blood soaked grass and he didn’t have the chance to catch himself before searing pain ripped itself through his bicep and he found himself being dragged from the clearing that held his fellow hunter’s remains; his last sight that of his mother’s open and unseeing eyes, her head lying three feet from her body.

·  Grayson can still smell the blood, hear the screams, relive the pain of that night. Only the wolf itself holds mystery, barely a flash of wild eyes in his memory as it turned his world upside down.

·  When he awoke the next morning, he spent an hour making it back to where the hunting party laid in ruins. But he wasn’t a fool, he knew what fate awaited him. He found his mother’s gun, still loaded with her last silver bullet. Bending forward, he set the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

·  The bullet jammed and Grayson had his sign. His blood was dirtied, but his mission wasn’t over. The wolf that had killed his family and cursed him would die by his hand.

·  He spent the day digging into the bloody mud, ignoring the ripping of his finger nails and pain that spread through his body. He didn’t stop digging until the grave was big enough to hold the bodies of his fallen comrades.

·  It pained him to leave them in an unmarked grave, but he hoped that when The Order found them it would be assumed he died alongside them. If not, they would come for him and he couldn’t let them kill him before his job was finished.

·  He took his time making his way to Salem and has spent the last year and a half integrating himself into the town as best he could while also keeping a controlled distance. The last thing he needed was someone getting too close and asking too many questions.

·  He’s certain that the beast who murdered his people is in this cursed town and knows it’s his last mission to take them out before he ‘cures’ the werewolf within him as well.

Good Traits: tenacious, perceptive, loyal

Bad Traits: vengeful, hostile, twitchy

[ashxrdavenport]

the basics:

name: asher davenport species: vampire (dracula lineage) age: 29 location: salem occupation: bartender at willow's watering hole, professional lowlife gender: cisgender male (he/him pronouns) fc: casey deidrick

timeline:

tw: violence, drugs.

salem born and bred, asher is the only child of your average, run-of-the-mill middle-class family. his mother, a tired, stay-at-home-mom, and his father, an emotionally absent salesman were never particularly good or caring parents – nor rich, or even well-off, but life had always been comfortable enough under their roof.

when asher was 10, stay-at-home mom decided she didn’t want to stay at home anymore and ran off with some dude named joe. joe? jack? john? he doesn’t remember anymore... after she left, his father took to drinking and quickly lost his job (and temperament).

he and his now alcoholic, and occasionally aggressive father had never been close or even friendly, but their relationship soured even further as a rebellious asher entered into puberty and became and their home environment turned violent and unstable like a ticking time bomb.

since his father could never hold a job for too long, asher soon started working after class and would spend days away from home, sleeping in friend’s places or even at his current workplace to avoid spending time in his father’s presence.

still, my boy was broke asf, so you can bet your ass he was shoplifting from a young age, because he couldn’t stand the idea of not having the things he wanted.  (might still do it to this day, so please don’t judge! or do!)

at around 19, he moved to new york to get away from salem and his father, and maybe have a better chance at accomplishing something in his life. the only problem being, he never knew what he wanted to do with his life besides making music.

he worked at a record store and as a bartender for a while, until he met a group of people with whom he formed a rock band – they played, mainly at bars and small venues. they even got to open for a few big names, but they never really made it. asher genuinely believes that that is because he was the only truly talented, tortured poet in the group.

at one point, a friend of a friend comes into the bar and starts talking to him about how these people he knew were looking for someone like him, who worked at a popular spot in the city to deal drugs for them. asher takes up the offer without a second’s thought, and quickly, drug dealing becomes his main source of income. 

asher had a run in with the police, spend two months in a state prison, and shortly after, his band fell apart.

he decided to come back home and lay low for a while, as he tried to figure out what to do with his life.

the gang he had been working for found out asher had stolen a considerable sum of money over the time he had worked for them and decided to come to salem to settle his debts. since asher had already spent most of the money he had taken, there was not much he could do to repay them, so they decide to take turns beating him up to teach him a lesson. the assault leaves him on the verge of death, and that’s when gwen comes in and saves his life, turning him into a vampire.

it has now been less than a year since he was turned so, as much as he has finally gotten used to what being a vampire is like, he is still trying to wrap his head around the existence/rules of the supernatural, in general.

good traits: resourceful, bold, independent bad traits: erratic, insubordinate, temperamental