wailing-redhead

“I will.” Harley huffed. She didn’t like to be told ‘no’, but she wasn’t going to push him considering she knew it would be useless. The entire house made her chest feel tight, the sight of the body made her lungs inflate from the will to let out a scream, only - she didn’t need to. A banshee scream, as she was taught by Abaddon, was only a way to drown out noises that blocked her from getting the information she needed. Right now, finding the child was more important. “He was here, he w-” her word cut off and she turned to the side, staring at what appeared to be an open space. only to Harley, she was listening to the echo in her head. “He’s here.” She whispered, sensing that he was in the house, but it was the realization of something dreadful that made her eyes water. “Look at her wounds.” Harley sucked in a breath and turned to look at the body. Mary’s wounds were low, too low, meaning her killer was small, her killer… “It’s the boy. He did this. I’m certain.” She could feel it in her bones. “Possession?” Putting the question to the reaper, she turned to look at him. “You got your soul, but another needs saving. Can you help him? He’s just a child.” And by ‘can you’, she actually meant, ‘will you’, because Harley had never met a reaper before, she wasn’t sure they even cared enough to do anything other than collect their bounties.

He continued to watched her with the uttermost curiosity, it hadn’t been obvious, but his previous act of pretending to be in the dark about the young boy, was just that; an act. He would never vocally force Harley to see what limits she could go to, but he wanted to see from himself what she could possibly work out, as well as do. From the moment Johan had paid his duty visit to the fallen soul, he knew what had happened to her and the major part of his talk with the woman, was in regards to her son. But he had managed to allow her to find peace with moving on, despite not sending her soul where it actually belonged. He had adjusted the rules -- ever so slightly, he wasn’t known for being rogue to follow all rules. She hadn’t figured out where exactly the boy was, but she was correct with every trail of thought she had spoken out loud. The reaper knew where the young boy was hiding, but he wasn’t going to say just yet. He allowed a nod to come from him, confirming her thoughts. The boy had killed his mother, he was also possessed and yes he could do something about it. He could do more than just something. “If I help him, what do you suppose happens next? His mother is dead. What life becomes of an orphan?” he then questioned her, the natural coldness to his tone was just that, natural. He wanted to see what she wanted or what she expected to happen. Johan was capable resurrecting the woman if he so pleased, though it wasn’t something he did willingly. Yes, Mary dying was not foreseen, but it did not cause a dent within the natural order he followed so religiously. 

novarhodes

Her eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath. Her head was filling with images although she couldn’t decipher any of them, they were too scattered, to hard to fully grasp. It could almost give her a headache. Snapping her eyes open she looked over at him once again. “The last time someone bumped into me, they weren’t so nice about it.” She told him, although that wasn’t why she had acted the way she did in that moment and it hadn’t played out that way but she figured that was a good enough explanation to give the stranger. “I guess I’m still a little rattled by it.”

“Oh really?” for a mere a second, a (very) small hint of amusement flicked across his features. “I’m surprised you did not see it coming.” he wasn’t completely in the dark, he knew her sight did not just happen as he had seemingly stated it did and it was all done to add a touch of humour, to a situation that could easily go two different ways. Johan also decided against revealing that he knew her name, before he had even made contact with the woman, considering a previous conversation didn’t go down too well with his mention of the other’s name. Apparently in this town knowing names, was considered weirder than knowing what species another was. A very complex thought and one he hadn’t quite gotten his head around.

hayleyxxmarshall

“Seven? Damn.” That made her frown, wondering if that meant the odds were truly flipped now. “I know a few people that are on the case. It’ll get fixed soon.” She hoped anyway and crossed her fingers. She wanted just a little bit of quiet.

“That I’m sure it will.” he knew it would, it was merely a matter of when. “Peace and quiet I see is something you need.” He knew his words could have been taken one of two ways; either as an observation on the situation in general or on her. It was in fact, the latter.

hayleyxxmarshall

“Not sure. I heard four so far but that was a guess,” she answered, curiosity given what he asked about. “Why the interest? Helping to get rid of them or something?” The more better in her opinion. Then they could rid the town of the latest threat and she wouldn’t have to worry about that part of the concerns.

“Seeing what you know.” he answered honestly, but chose to glaze over her second question for now. “I count about seven.” he spoke with an intended uncertainty in his voice, despite knowing he was bang on the mark. 

gen-angeli

“Excuse me?” she was about to let it go, before turning and raising an eyebrow, “Are you fucking stalking me? Because if he sent you after me as one of his minions, I swear to fucking God, I’ll have my boys find you, and kill you.” And the Dominic paranoia came back again. It was all she was thinking about, really, since it had happened.

“He? Who?” he altered himself so he was looking at her once more, he could have also guessed who she was directing her words at, but he didn’t. It was best not to. After all, anything he seemed to say to her was somehow an insult, so he figured saying little was the key. Not that it worked the first time, though.

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hayleyxxmarshall

“You could say that,” Hayley responded, arms folded over her chest as she remained wary for now. What with the town issues at the moment it seemed reasonable enough. “If it missed your attention the towns kind of in a disarray at the moment. It’s enough to stress anyone out.”

“I know.” he was fully aware of the spirits that had escaped a prison world recently opened up, it wasn’t however, his business to intervene. Not unless something drastic discoursed the natural order and as of yet, this wasn’t going to happen. “Do you know how many there are?” he questions her, meaning how many witches there were... he wondered how clued up she really was. 

It could have been labelled a coincidence that he happened to cross paths with the hybrid, but Johan wasn’t one to believe in such a thing. So as she whirled around, he faced her for a second time, though the first time he had manifested into a completely different appearance, purely for her benefit. “Why? Too much on your mind?”

@perfidexmessorem

“Sorry, what?” Hayley whirled around, not having caught with the other had said to her. She was a little absent minded lately worrying about the witches and trying not to think of the other Mikaelson’s reactions to news about Tristan. She was leaving that until later. “Did you need something? Not sure how much help I’ll be right now.”

dominiclawrence

‘‘Then why the fuck are you following me?’‘ If the other guy wanted nothing and didn’t want to kill then what was the point? ‘’Or are you just being some creep? I mean, you know my name somehow.’’ Though that wouldn’t be that difficult to get, Dominic was a known man, especially in this town. 

“I know a lot of things, your name is the irrelevant detail here.” the fact that knowing someone’s name before they even spoke it was considered weird, was something that never crossed his mind. Considering it wasn’t hard for a mortal to find another’s name this day and age, what with social media, as well as through verbal interaction. 

novarhodes

“Christ.” She said a little startled by the other since things hadn’t exactly been going smoothly for her when it came to strangers. Her hand had come up, grabbing one of his arms to balance herself but the initial contact sent a shiver down her spine that made her feel more uneasy than she had been previously. Her hand quickly retracted looking up to meet his gaze. For a second she just stared at him, almost in a daze but she forced a small shake of her head, settling herself back down in reality. “It’s okay. Should’ve watched where I was going.” Her eyes had started moving to anywhere else but him. “Um, anyway–” she said, trying to move around him.

All the time that he looked at her, he noted how she was not looking directly at him and as he gave it more thought, he had come to conclusion that upon her touch, she must have felt something. He figured she wouldn’t know what he was, it wasn’t everyday a reaper manifested into a form to enable lesser beings to see him. His true form was much more frightening. “You seem uncomfortable.” he spoke his observation out loud as he stepped to the side, allowing room for her to leave if she wished. Not that he would have wanted that, but he wasn’t going to force her to stay. If she was curious, he knew she would remain where she was. 

gen-angeli

“Which is something someone with deep seeded issues would say,”she told him, before rolling her eyes at him. “Oh, shut up. Don’t be all holier than thou. This is why I’m literally gay in every situation except with my fiance. You all should have been decimated by something by now, I don’t know, nuclear bomb, natural selection, whatever. Being a dick to a pregnant lady? Wow. Don’t tell me how to parent or I’ll make you choke on your own tongue. You can go now.”

His eye widened, a hint of surprise could be seen on his host’s expressions. Perhaps the only time they had chance throughout this conversation he was currently engaging in. Not that he was enjoying it. He didn’t like her personality. “You’re mortal now, you cannot physically make me choke on a tongue.” he shook his head, not that she would have been capable to do it as a demon. But she would have had more of a shot, now? She was merely flesh. “I’ll go.”

It wasn’t until he found himself literally passing the woman by that he had sensed her power, which was unknown for him, but granted, he had been distracted by finding himself in the same town as a banshee. So that, for Johan, allowed himself an excuse. Purely for his own benefit, not another’s... as this would now be, as he found himself turning around and heading back into the direction of Nova. Once he was in a good enough position to do so, he bumped into her and made it look like an accident. He had learnt that neat trick from another host of his, several decades back. “Sorry, my fault.” // @novarhodes

dominiclawrence

‘‘I know when your impending doom will happen.’‘ He retorted. ‘’In about five seconds if you don’t fuck off and leave me alone.’’ It was just a meaningless threat, well, it would be if the other guy stayed away from him. ‘’And if you wanna kill me or watch me die.’’ Because he assumed the impending doom meant death. ‘’Join the fan club.’’ 

“I do not kill.” Apart from one odd exception, but that was justified and definitely not something he would ever tell. Even though his own kind knew, he didn’t need to verbally vocalise it for minor creatures to hear. “Nor do I take part in your clubs.” He sensed death for the vampire, he wasn’t able to pinpoint the exact cause and he wouldn’t say if he did, there was no avoidance this time. Well, this is what Johan hoped, though as he became fully aware of everything and anything Dominic would do to insist his survival, he figured annoyingly this wouldn’t be the last time death surrounded the man. 

gen-angeli

She rolled her eyes again, “Stephen,” she repeated, quite irritatingly, “Do you always use first grade humor is that a defense mechanism for a more deep seeded issue?” If she was sensitive before, it was only amplified now. Gen had been ready to jump anyone even if they looked at her the wrong way.

“I do not have deep seeded issues.” he responds, his tone lacking any care with how irritant she was becoming. “You asked if this town was on crack, I gave you the answer. Just didn’t realise that was the manner in which expecting mother’s use to bond with their unborn child.” He had a feeling that in this case, he wasn’t learning something new. He was familiar with sarcasm, despite overlooking it completely.

dominiclawrence

Dominic didn’t know if he was just being messed with or if he was just hearing things but he was sure that someone was following him. Maybe it was just paranoia but as soon as he turned around this time, he noticed someone, someone he didn’t recognize. ‘’What the fuck do you want?’’ He assumed they wanted something otherwise they wouldn’t be following him. If the guy wanted to kill him then maybe it would be a different story. 

With a lift of his host’s shoulders, he shrugged. He didn’t necessarily want something, especially as he already knew that the vampire had literally nothing he wanted. He did however, allow a hint of annoyance to showcase, purely because of the numerous occasions this one creature had escaped death -- even before he was a vampire. He was nothing but a nuisance. “I do not want things, Mr. Lawrence. Simply curious as to when your impending doom will happen.”

Johan had been following the vampire, purposely slipping up here and there to make the creature aware of this very fact. Though just before the obvious ‘catching out’ would happen, he’d vanish. This was only for his own amusement, rather than a given reason. A reason, however, was what he was allowing the vampire to have to confront him in the first place. So here he was, following in the footsteps of Dominic Lawrence, now waiting for the moment the creature would speak to him, for this time he wasn’t going to disappear. // @dominiclawrence

Name: Johan Birthday: Unknown Species: Reaper Lookalike: Joel Kinnaman Availability: Taken

Personality

Just as his fellow reapers, Johan is more than capable of experiencing emotions as a human would do. Annoyance, sorrow, empathy, compassion, and anger. These are a mere number of feelings that he can showcase to other beings, if he chooses to. The only time in which he does, is when confronting his victims and in that case, Johan will display sympathy for the being it is compelled to escort into the afterlife. At any other point, he will come across as naturally uncaring and neutral. He does not care for deals or fate, he will even at times not show an ounce of care to a fellow reaper — but this is not just in his nature, it is in the core of a reaper. When manifesting physically for a human being, vampire, werewolf, to see, the reaper has become custom over the years to gauge conversation if there is a desirable need and this is purely down to the different humans he has possessed after his enslavement, enabling him to learn more than just emotion.

Past

Johan was what was expected of a reaper, for centuries upon centuries he had served only one being; and that was Death. Only appearing to mere mortals when the time was right – when death itself was about to occur, whether this be through accident or the natural end point to a human beings life, escorting them to either heaven or hell… wherever their soul belonged. He did, as all like minded reapers, loyally serve Death and the insistent need to make sure they maintained the balance of the natural order. That was all that mattered, especially if one single person died before their time was up, the balance would unsettle causing a ripple effect throughout time and thus effecting hundreds of lives in the process. This was and still is, why the balance is important and drummed into the very core of reapers, if one little thing upsets the natural order, it is possible that in turn the fate of hundreds of people could change, which would then lead to further fates changing, right up until serious unfortunate events occur, which therefore, meant the reapers themselves would have to press a reset button and this was something that was avoided at all costs. Hence the reason why up holding the natural order has become the utter most important fuel drive.

Being a servant to the horseman Death, Johan as with his fellow reapers, posses a number of powerful abilities because of this very fact, however, despite having the touch of life and death at his finger tips, his dedication to the natural order prevented him from ever using these advantages. He never had the need, never had the want and never would it cross his mind. This was until he one day found himself enslaved by Sue Ann Le Grange, according to her talks, she had simply stumbled upon a trap that entailed capturing a reaper into enslavement and due to her being consumed by the dark magic that ran through her veins, as well as the fuel of her dying husband, he found himself under her compulsion as she used his own power to enable her husband, Roy Le Grange, life. As events unfolded, Johan was rendered incapable of freeing himself, this was until Sam Winchester had brought his older brother to Mrs Grange for help and as time went on, the enslaved reaper soon managed to escape the very second the young Winchester destroyed the bindings he was trapped to. However, before leaving he killed the woman who had captured him.

It was from this moment on that Johan become vulnerable to persuasion, with thoughts spinning around his mind of how Death never helped him. Of how he just left him there, allowing the woman to use a creature he had created, for her own selfish gain, which caused the feeling of anger to ripple through him. It was in this moment that he had been approached by Crowley, managing to manipulate Johan into ferrying the souls out of their afterlives and transferring them to another. Despite the reaper seemingly turning rogue, this course of action he was to go down, would not upset the natural standings, so as it was appeasing, he agreed to Crowley’s terms. Enhancing the King of Hell’s soul count, for one purpose only and this was profit. This was merely one downward spiral the reaper found himself in, once it was known within Heaven and Hell that Death himself was enabling the Winchester’s to come back from the dead, time and time again, he was pushed further. The anger that he, as well as many of reapers, were capable of feeling, continued to soar.

Despite being a fully functioning known rogue reaper, Johan will not upset the natural order. He has on rare occasions granted life to a soul that passed away, in exchange for another life, to keep hold of the balance. However, this is not something he will willingly offer, he has come to be a reaper needing a worthwhile exchange for him to even contemplate the idea of resurrecting another. Hence it being a rare occasion. It hasn’t been until recent years that Johan has found himself walking on earth in a body that is not his own, using his ability to possess the very beings he gives passage into the afterlife, as a way to further knowledge he might not gain access to in the many dimensions he can swiftly enter.

Present

If there was one place that Johan, himself, held a deep despise for, it was Mystic Falls. Cue his arrival to a town that held nothing but upset to the natural order. Naturally, with his ability to gain access to Hell, he was more than aware of the battle that went down between Lucifer, Abaddon, and the Winchester brothers. With the Knight of Hell meeting her fate of death at the hands of those very brothers and the entrapment of the literal devil, Johan deemed it as fitting to finally make way to the town he had only heard whispers about for years. Not only that, he found a feeling of curiosity arise upon over hearing how a certain demon that was for – some unbeknown reason to him, residing in Mystic Falls, had a plan in the motion to overthrow the current King of Hell.

With the human body he had acquired many years ago in Chicago, when a number of reapers flocked to the city upon Death’s instruction to receive orders, he found a liking to the male named Stephen McKenzie and it stuck. Upon his arrival to Mystic Falls, despite the obvious hints for the Angel’s that lived in the town that a reaper had arrived and the horrendous gale force winds, Johan chose for the first couple of weeks to gain a familiarity of the town. This was purely so he knew what he was up against, in terms of the different species that walked through Mystic Falls with a threatening sense of boldness, as well as the surfacing need of natural order that was drummed into his core.  

Connections

Dean and Sam Winchester/Dominic Lawrence

The reaper is more than aware of how many times all three of these men have escaped death, the fact that one of them is a vampire now is merely a minor detail, but he wishes to wait until the next time one falls inches from death and he will restore order.

Harley Dawson

As soon as he entered Mystic Falls he felt the presence of the banshee, he doesn’t know quite what she looks like, for he merely sensed the power that the specie holds. However, Johan is more than intrigued by the young woman and her ability to sense death, as well as her affiliation with the fallen Knight of Hell.

Matt Donovan

Johan, himself, has become inches away from guiding this human to the afterlife, however, each and every time Matt has met death, he has escaped due to the Gilbert ring he wears. The reaper sees this just how it is: cheating, and cannot help but feel a sense of annoyance towards him for this very fact.