"hellhound off the leash and this bitch bite back." {nd}

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍

❝𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵, 𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵. 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮.❞

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 ⬗ Angelino di Pieri
𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗦 ⬗ Better known as just "Angeli"; unflatteringly pet-named "gobshite" (mostly by the werewolves)

𝗔𝗚𝗘 ⬗ 19 (physically); 336 (actual)
𝗭𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗖 ⬗ Virgo
𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 ⬗ Bagheria, Sicily, Italy
𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗬 ⬗ West End, London, UK

𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗦 ⬗ Vampire
𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗦 ⬗ Angelic vocalist. (The joke is that he's castrati though he swears he isn't.) Being an absolute tit and still getting hit on by every grabbable waist in the club. (If he didn't have that hypnotic Vampiric beauty, his bandmates are dead certain no one would ever approach him--socially-inept goblin child that he so plainly is.)
𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 ⬗ Where to begin? He's needy, whiny, often hateful and petty mama's boy who's desperate for the approval of the women in his life. If he doesn't get this validation once or more a day, he will simply expire. No social skills as he lived as a hermit for hundreds of years, only coming out at night to feed. He seems helpless in nearly every aspect of life, save when it comes to music. Everything else is noise to him--useless, unworthy, or straight "fucked" (one of his fave swears).

𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗟 ⬗ Ryu Aguilar

𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧 ⬗ "Piss-baby" (by popular vote)
𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘 ⬗ XXX
𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗭𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 ⬗ His mother, Magdalena's, literal preserved heart on choker.

𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗘𝗖𝗛, 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⬗ On stage, Angeli's as natural as can be. It's when he's off-stage that he relapses into an anchorite--a deeply strange creature with little-to-no understanding of social mores. Nosferatu. Angeli, used to a life of discreet movements and shadow-slipping, moves lightly and often scares the piss out of his fellow bandmates by seemingly materialising out of thin air. A lurker to his core, a starer if there ever was one. When he speaks, it's often soft and lilting, a little sing-song-y if he wants to be shitty. Unholy, if his delicate nerves have been tread. Funnily, he will speak in a series of short outbursts and hisses in a verbal fight, but only if he's really spitting pissed. [ex. "I will rake your ugly faceeeee! I will scratch your face yET AGAIN!"]

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⬗ Angeli is a fussy, baby-faced introvert that literally no one would buy as the lead singer of a rock band...until they saw him in action, that is. His whole demeanor cries out for something, and in a way, his choir boyish appearance is apt as he's still very much an innocent (and a virgin to boot) who, even after three hundred years, misses his mother terribly despite her horrific treatment of him. (He wears her fucking heart on a choker every single day.) Often, where the band's demands are concerned, Angeli can easily become overwrought or annoyed and lash out boy-king style--he's said some incredibly out-of-pocket shit to his bandmates, things he's never apologised for. Angeli's inside his head way too often, and he absolutely cannot let anything go. He can barely function around others as he spent so long away from people--though, on stage, singing, he morphs is a completely new and powerful creature altogether. Angeli swims well in his element, but once the music stops, his pitiable, goblin persona returns. And everyone else must deal with it. Why would anyone put up with him this way? Well, for one, Angeli's a talented vocalist. For another, as mentioned, his demeanor is an outcry for attention and validation. He's needy in a sort of lovable brat kind of way--and at the end of the day, he wants to be with his bandmates. He doesn't want to be lonely anymore, even if it isn't obvious by his actions. Angeli's trying, but it will take time.

𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 ⬗

Origins;

• Born in 1656, at the height of a bubonic plague outbreak in Bagheria, Sicily, to a Spanish mother (Magdalena Blaque) and a married Italian diplomat who, following Angeli's birth, refused to have anything further to do with either Angeli or his mother. (But it's cool because the diplomat ended up dying of the plague a few months later.)
• Growing up, Angeli's mother, who was a fearful Catholic, kept him involved in the church. From ages five to fourteen, he was a dedicated member of the local cappella's boys' choir.
• When Angeli was fifteen, his mother actually dragged him bodily out of the Cappella di Maria, in the middle of a High Mass, screaming to any who would hear that her child was demonic and no longer had any right to enter a church, much less sing psalms in front of a congregation.
• Magdalena had always been a little unbalanced. Since Angeli was quite small, he remembered that she often complained of monsters and demons--inside of people she saw on the street, in stray cats, living in the ocean (or "on", as North African pirate incursions were frequent in the area in those days), even. But, as Angeli grew older, especially into his teenage years, Magdalena's paranoia grew stronger. She became quite unhinged in Angeli's eyes. And her reasoning for calling him a "dimoniu" in front of the entire congregation? Nightmares wherein her son was engaged in blood-sucking, "evil, screeching chants", breathing smoke, inking his flesh with odd black sygils, dancing to discordant and diabolical music. In short, she thought him to be a witch. (Which, funnily, Angeli looks back on and believes that, in fact, she was the witch...and her "nightmares" were clear visions of her son's future.)
• Angeli was kept under careful lock-and-key for nearly three years of his life due to his mother's recurring bloody nightmares. Though she kept him at arms-length in those years as she feared him so much, Angeli still very much adored his mother (after all, she was all the family he had) and though he likely could've overpowered the tiny woman and escaped to a saner environment, he obeyed her strange commands and stayed put for years.
• Until, one day, when he was around 18 years old, Magdalena, at her wit's end with fear, hired a couple large men to take her son and throw him down an abandoned well outside of town where he would not be easily discovered. As a result, Angeli fell to his death at the bottom of that well.
• Or, at least, he would have, were it not for his master--known only to Angeli as the "Well-Dweller". She was quite ancient, as it turned out, but still quite a bit younger in the face than even Angeli. She lived there, beneath the town in a series of hand-dug subterranean tunnels. Call it kismet that she happened upon him a couple hours after his fall. She saved him, in a sense, but to hear Angeli tell it, she actually turned his mother's worst nightmare into a reality.
• Angeli promptly returned home to his mother, who believing him to be dead at the bottom of that well, had what he now knows to have been a heart attack upon seeing him standing before her once more. Magdalena died. Angeli died, too. (He's never said anything to anyone about it, but he held her deceased body in his arms for four days before finally deciding to relinquish her decomposing form to the earth. Angeli dug Magdalena's grave himself, removed her heart, fashioned for her a marker, and in horrific grief, slept upon the soil she was buried beneath for weeks before he realized he was starving himself of blood.)
• Grief-stricken and sharp-set (with his mother's heart wrapped carefully in a sack at his waist), he slashed through Bagheria by night until he felt himself heavy with blood and dragged down to the earth once more.
• From then on, Angeli mostly lived night-by-night, carefully hidden from society and feeding himself discreetly. He led quite a lonely, little life for next to three hundred years. Somewhat self-imposed, you might say, as he felt a tremendous amount of guilt over his mother. Angeli would never, ever get over her death--her preserved heart (done with his own Vampiric blood), he still wears in a tangle of spikes and chains around his throat.

More Currently;

• Angeli immigrated to London around the conclusion of the Great War. He lived in Farringdon for a few years before settling in Soho, around the 1930's, where he remains until today.
• Staying in one place for sixty years while aging slowly is bound to raise a few eyebrows, but up until the late 80's, Angeli was able to keep a very low profile.
• By the late 1980's, his little nighttime boredom strolls led him right past The Borderline...and by no accident. He was drawn in, eventually, by the sound of rock which enticed him no end...like nothing- outside of blood, of course- since his undeath three hundred years earlier. So he took to lingering around the shadows of the underground club every chance he could--becoming a "regular" after a couple years and taking in a good deal of excellent music.
• {I imagine this is how he makes connections with his bandmates, and they eventually form the band. More to come as more characters are filled in.^^}

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