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Acheron
🕑 Added 2023-01-26 17:30:49 +0000 UTCA bit of lore about the characters that you will most likely found around here. Acheron has a room on the third floor, a big one. It is a big dirty, dusty and is always dark.
So... He is a paradox: you can see him as a grumpy old eccentric daddy, or a goth ice cold scene queen. I dunno, ok? Just deal with it. Apparently he is 45 and in reality he is actually 45. A baby bat in Sabbat. He doesn't like almost anyone, but at the same time, he has some pretty good social skills (just don't use them very often). Before turning into a vampire, he was an amazing journalist, a cigarette addicted, and a music appreciator. He belongs to the lasombra clan, a lineage of vampires who can manipulate the shadows. Fucking proud and egocentric. Actually he was already unbearable when he was human, like the type of person who prefers to do all the work alone since high school, cause he always thinks he can do best than everyone else.
Fun fact: he has a daughter, Stella, very young, and already very proud like her dad. She looks cute at first sight, but slowly turning into Adrian (Acheron's real name) as she grows up. She is gonna be a bad bitch (if she doesn't die?)
He is into bdsm. Dom vibes but secretly a sub.
This is something that I wrote from Acheron's perspective:
"I have a collection of addictions. I work too much and sleep too little and you got the point. But the cigarettes indeed did the trick. Apparently smoking two packs a day isn't good for you. I was pretty much dead. I had an article to write and a fifteen year old daughter to take care of, and haven’t a clue about how to do neither of those things. You see, Ennio used to hang with my daughter. Stella hated her mother. Something to do with the fact that Alessia had waited fifteen years to reach out to her. But Stella loved Alessia's husband, Ennio. Of course she liked him, he was practically a teenager. They used to listen to metal and eat junk food and talk about bad relationships. And he was hot. He'd served in the army and he got abs for days. He always took his time staring at me when we bump on each other at Alessia's place, but I didn't wanna make things complicated. Well, that night I find out that she dumped him, so I told him to crush on my couch.
Now the good stuff: one night I had received a call from Ennio asking for help, desperate. I found him covered in blood. I'm skeptical, so I didn't buy the 'I was turned into a monster' act, but it didn't matter. I took him home and take care of him and dry his red bloddy tears and get rid of that body he had drained. He asked me why. Why wasn’t I afraid? Or better yet, why didn't I turn him to the pigs? He'd killed someone. But all I could think of was that I wanted another cigarette. I'd found an answer.
I know, you expected me to say that I loved him. But no, I didn't. Not at that time, at least. I did took him to my bed and let me f#$% me until dawn."
