HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
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Business Owner
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Single
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Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Oct 23, 2023 15:39:46 GMT
Was there something in the water recently? Some of the customers coming into the club seemed a little unhinged. More so than usual. It seemed like something was brewing, ready to kick off at any moment resulting in Hector dragging himself into the club almost every night. All the bouncers were compelled to keep an eye out for any trouble too, otherwise they’d have their eyeballs removed. Some of the other staff were on edge that Hector had chosen to spend his evening on the top floor instead of crawling off downstairs with the rest of the immortals. Saturday nights usually drew in a bit of trouble regardless. Those Whitmore students were ready to blow off some steam after ‘studying’ all week, but realistically they were just using that as an excuse to drink. Half of them were usually turned away at the door anyway due to either flashing a fake ID or hoping the bouncer would let them without any. For most of the evening Hector sat at the end of the bar, sipping neat whiskey, watching everyone carefully. Every now and then someone would try and engage in a conversation with him, but he’d only give his attention to the women. They’d melt at his feet once he mentioned he was the owner of the club too. It was the ultimate pick up line but he had no interest in taking any of them home that evening. He was giving himself a break from women after what happened with Ayla, giving him time to process he’d just seen Evelyn’s face for the first time in centuries. It ripped his heart to shreds so now he was trying to force it back together again. When he turned he never truly thought about how it would impact his love life. He had two options. He finds someone immortal to love forever or he finds a mortal to love and most certainly lose. Foolishly, he chose the second option, the most heartbreaking one. They weren’t even blessed with a decade together before she died. After that he could have collected his heart up off the floor and went after option one, but so far no one suitable had crossed his path. Hector pushed his glass across the bar, gesturing at one of the employees to come over and top his drink up but his attention diverted towards a man at the opposite end of the bar looking agitated. Beads of sweat were forming on the man’s forehead, as his heart started to race uncontrollably. Hector quickly stepped down off the stool, making his way over to the customer but a fight had already broken out before he made it there. A woman was in the midst of it too, putting up a bloody good fight against the man. Hector pushed the spectars out of the way, reaching forward to take hold of the man by the collar of his shirt, yanking him back furiously. Hector’s left hand wrapped around the stranger’s throat, steadying him as he was still trying to attack the woman. “Leave. Go home. Don’t come back.” With one hard shove from Hector the man stumbled backwards slightly before straightening himself up and heading towards the exit. “Seguimi.” He took hold of the woman’s arm lightly, guiding her away from the crowd of people and towards the staff door. He let go of her once they reached the door, pushing it open and heading towards his office. “I gotta say you put up a good fight back there.” He shot a glance backwards at her as they reached his office door. He pulled his keys out, unlocking his office door, “I have a first aid kit somewhere in here.” Somewhere. Not that they ever used it. “Sit down.” He gestured towards the seat, waiting for her to sit down before taking a close look at the cut on her forehead. Hector brushed her hair back off her forehead, but there was blood but no injury. He sighed softly, “Oh wow… it’s disappeared… almost like magic.” His voice was full of sarcasm as he stood back up again, an amused look on his face. ROXANNE BRASCHI - translation: follow me |
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ROXANNE BRASCHI
Chimera
psychic-skinwalker
Posts: 188
Age:
30
Occupation:
Professor at Whitmore College
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Chase Buckley
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:39:32 GMT
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Dec 4, 2023 1:51:43 GMT
 ━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━
But this was some sort of pre-Halloween work party, and Roxxi felt like she had to go. Especially when almost everyone else dragged themselves out.
Thankfully she’d been separated from the rest of them when it happened. Roxxi trudged to the bar for another drink, and in the middle of ordering, she felt her hair tighten at the back of her head, and then it was slammed forward into the glass sitting on the counter. Roxxi cursed loudly in Italian, and spun around to find… some random fucking guy? She didn’t know why he’d attacked her, but Roxxi wasn’t about to let him continue.
She punched him in the gut so he doubled over, then grabbed his hair━which was so fucking sweaty and gross━and slammed his face into her knee. That barely stopped him, though, and Roxxi felt electricity sparking from her fingertips as she waited for him to lunge forward again.
Instead, someone stepped in and grabbed him by the throat, and Roxxi felt the energy crackling up her arms. Fuck. It needed to come out, but she couldn’t grab him now that he was getting escorted out.
She reached out and grabbed him as he passed, letting a little jolt out of her system and into his. He barely acknowledged her, though, and Roxxi watched with a furrowed brow. The sudden Italian spoken at her pulled her out of it, though, and she was so surprised that she didn’t even fight as he took her hand and dragged her to some back room.
By the time they arrived, she figured she should have at least questioned where they were going, but she was too busy thinking about the weird man who’d started the fight. Surely, this one━was he a vampire? Or something else that could influence other people as he did?━wouldn’t start another when he’d seen how she’d held her own against that oaf of a man. Or perhaps, if he was a vampire, he didn’t care.
Thankfully, he let go of her once they reached the door, which she quickly learned was an office as they stepped inside. Roxxi’s brow furrowed as she sat, reaching up to smudge the blood that was there. The skin wasn’t broken anymore, though, and the man in the office quickly realized that, too.
Roxxi scoffed quietly at his comment, a small smile turning up the edges of her lips. “Conosci l'italiano più di qualche parola?” She asked lightly, and lifted her sleeve to wipe the rest of the blood away. “Let me guess… vampire?” One brow lifted just before her eyes ticked behind him, studying the display of multiple camera angles. Everyone still partied wildly, as if some crazy man hadn’t just tried to squish her into the dance floor.
“What was wrong with him?” She puffed, her gaze lifting to his again. “He was… out of control. He came after me without a reason.” The worst part was she couldn’t tell Chase a word of it━not without saying too much. It was just another fucking secret she’d have to keep.
HECTOR DACRE | Translation: Do you know more than just a few words of Italian? |
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Dec 21, 2023 21:49:22 GMT
The bouncers on the door were just there for show. Sometimes they would spring into action and break up a situation, but this wasn’t one of them. Hector got there before them. He should have snapped the brutes neck for laying his hands on a woman. Downstairs gender didn’t really play a role when it came to picking fights. It was all based on age. It was different for the humans though. The crowd started to break up once Hector had started to guide the woman away from them. Their entertainment had been brought to an abrupt end, although surely none of them wanted to watch a fight unfold between a male and female, even though the woman wasn’t struggling to stand up for herself. His questions were somewhat answered when he sat her down and realised her injury had magically disappeared. He’d been alive too long to be coy about this kind of thing. No beating around the bush or pretending he didn’t know the other woman was something. His lips twisted into a smile as she spoke. “Fluente.” Albeit the language he was taught as a child didn’t mirror the Italian that was spoken nowadays. His smile again at her second question, “Bingo… circling back to your original question, my father emigrated from Italy to England around the mid 1200s.” Hector had never truly got the bottom of how his father ended up in England. His mother told him he was invited over by the King because he was a doctor, but it was never confirmed by his father, despite asking. “So, you heal within seconds… vampire, werewolf, shapeshifter… all of the above?” He lowered himself down onto the couch near the wall. Hector’s eyes ticked back over to the CCTV, watching all the customers just go about their business. None of them cared about what just happened. They were there for a good time. “No idea. He looked a bit… possessed.” Either that or he’d been powdering his nose a little too much in the bathroom. “Are you okay though? If you want I can find the arsehole and snap his neck.” It may have come across as a light hearted joke, but Hector was somewhat serious. “I’m Hector. Hector Dacre… not a very Italian surname I know. I believe my father changed his surname to something more English when he arrived in Yorkshire.” He couldn’t erase his heavy Italian accent though, no matter how hard he tried. ROXANNE BRASCHI - translation: fluent |
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ROXANNE BRASCHI
Chimera
psychic-skinwalker
Posts: 188
Age:
30
Occupation:
Professor at Whitmore College
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Chase Buckley
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:39:32 GMT
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Jan 19, 2024 20:29:46 GMT
━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━
Roxxi hadn’t been expecting an answer that quite so much truthfulness, but was pleasantly surprised when it came. It was quite a while after her ancestors began to hunt (and were cursed), but there might be a chance… she held her tongue. It was better not to associate herself with a legendary Italian hunter family in front of a vampire━in said vampire’s establishment. “Wow,” She hummed, “I assume you’ve been there yourself… you know, with all the time you’ve had.” Roxxi smirked, “I’m from Roma. And you?” Or did he consider other places his home other than his father’s birthplace? Well, she figured he’d offer up that information as freely as he did the rest. And even if he wasn’t from Italy in the same way (or time) she was, it still warmed her heart to have another little connection to home in this Godless place.
“A mix?” Roxxi responded with a shrug. Not only did she wish to provide the same clarity he had, but she also knew she could finally tell someone without worrying too much about their reaction. “I was born a wolf, but a few years ago, I began changing into other animals. And now I can do this.” She lifted her hand, watching little yellow sparks dance around her fingers, as if she herself was the conductor of them━well, she was, wasn’t she? It was still so strange. “Now I’m told the missing pieces of time are due to an experiment someone performed on me.” Roxxi lowered her hand and puffed out a light breath. It wasn’t all bad, she supposed, but those first few months of re-learning to control herself were awful, and she still wasn’t a master at it. “It’s terrible, you know? Having to learn everything again after going through it all as a teenager.” Her brows furrowed as she considered it, “Can you imagine suddenly feeling as though you’re a freshly-turned vampire after all this time?” And losing all the progress he’d obviously made on himself to be able to stand in the same room with a woman and her blood and stay in control?
The other man hadn’t been interested in her blood, though━all he’d seemingly wanted was to start a fight, which was strange. Perhaps not for men in a bar, but Roxxi hadn’t done anything to warrant that kind of reaction. He’d started it over nothing, and seemed hellbent on causing her serious harm.
She scoffed lightly at his offer, though, after a second, she focused on him a little better, eyes ticking over the vampire. “No, it’s fine.” She said lightly, “He might just be having a hard day, going through something, you know,” Roxxi waved her hand in the air like it didn’t matter, and she supposed it didn’t. She’d experienced far too many fights in this club, most of which included men who wanted to save her and ended up making it worse. The vampire━Hector━wasn’t treating her like a damsel in distress, but it still seemed like too much trouble to go to.
“Hmm,” Roxxi smiled, laughing lightly as she stuck out her hand for him to shake. She could certainly relate to some people in her life doing the same. “Roxana Braschi. Nice to meet you━nice to meet another Italian, even if you’re somewhat far removed.” She chuckled again, wondering if he’d recognize the surname or not━perhaps it wasn’t likely if he didn’t often go back (or involve himself in the supernatural world over there).
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Jan 28, 2024 17:22:21 GMT
All the languages he’d learnt had been twisted in something else by now and there were some he just never bothered picking up. For example, what was the point in learning Swedish? He never dealt with the Swedish during his travels. However, the ports were littered with the Greek and Italians. It was easy to sell them fake gold rings when he spoke their language. They were more likely to trust him. Despite his roots he rarely felt the urge to be drawn back to Italy. There was no real connection there for him. No like the connection he felt with England or America. His dad was properly turning in his grave that his son felt more akin to America than Italy. “I honestly can’t remember the last time I was in Italy. Maybe sometime in the seventeen hundreds.” It wasn’t a place he chose to settle, “My dad was from Venezia, but I was born in Yorkshire. Very stereotypical Italian. Spoke with his hands and his voice was like two hundred decibels louder than everyone else.” There was a smile on his face as he spoke about his dad. They had a strained relationship at times, but it didn’t mean Hector didn’t love his dad. Thankfully he didn’t inherit the ridiculously loud voice from his dad, only saved for when he was shouting at his staff for doing something stupid. He did however speak with his hands a lot. There was a small frown on his face as the woman explained what she was. He glanced down at her hand, watching the yellow sparks emit from the tips of her fingers. An experiment. That son of a bitch had striked again. The thought of being yanked back to the first day of being a vampire was unnerving. “Sounds awful.” There had been a time when he’d struggled with fresh blood, times where he’d become overwhelmed by the urges and killed someone. Having a tough day wasn't an excuse to attack a woman. Surely she knew this too, but whatever. She didn’t want Hector to go after the stranger, so he honoured her wishes. “Fair enough. I’ll make sure he’s banned from here though. I don’t want men like that in my club.” He didn’t want the rumour mill to start churning in Mystic Falls that the club promoted violence. The students would stop coming if they thought some unhinged idiot would try and hit them. The surname didn’t ring any bells for Hector, but he remembered. It was worth a Google when he got home or even to ask Luc and Magnus what they knew about the family. “I think you’re right about the experiment though.” He paused for a moment. Was he barking up the wrong tree? Surely not. “I have a friend whose son was experimented on by someone. He was a kitsune, but was turned into part kitsune part vampire… There's a man kidnapping supernaturals and experimenting on them. His name is Mal Blackthorne.” He wasn’t offering up Mal’s name so Roxana could go out there to enact her revenge on the arsehole, but it was only fair she knew. She deserved to know exactly who had been prodding her with needles. ROXANNE BRASCHI |
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ROXANNE BRASCHI
Chimera
psychic-skinwalker
Posts: 188
Age:
30
Occupation:
Professor at Whitmore College
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Chase Buckley
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:39:32 GMT
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Mar 11, 2024 21:01:02 GMT
━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━
Hector’s smile infected her own as he spoke about his father. “Sounds a lot like my dad,” A lot like her, actually, but that was all surface-level stuff. It was nice enough, though, and definitely welcomed after the night she’d been having until now.
Roxxi nodded firmly when Hector confirmed he’d ban the guy who’d gone after her, giving a smaller smile of appreciation. “Thanks,” She hummed lightly, and was happy to finally introduce herself━to make a friend, even if he was a vampire.
Her brows lifted as he went back to the topic of experiments, though. He hadn’t seemed all that interested at first, like he didn’t know much, but then it turned out that he did. Half kitsune and half vampire? That sounded terrible. But what was worse was the name he produced. “Cazzo di merda. Bastardo!” Roxxi hissed, jumping up from the couch. Apparently, this asshole had started ruining her life long before his stupid fucking girlfriend got her hands on their video. “Are you kidding me? I know him. He…” She let out another string of Italian expletives, shaking her head at the floor. She was going to fucking kill him the next time she saw him. “I can’t believe he did this to me.” Roxxi hissed.
Her eyes jumped back up to Hector’s, and she softened somewhat, offering him an apologetic smile. “Thank you for your help━and for that information. I have to go now, but I hope we see each other again.” Now that they were Italian Buddies and all. She hugged him and kissed each of his cheeks in parting, then waved as she rushed out and straight for the front door. Mal was dead.
HECTOR DACRE | zee end!
Translation: Dickfaced piece of shit. Bastard! |
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