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sntsberks · 16 days

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location : infamy

time : evening

who : @lrivkin

Her head and hips bobbed to the rhythm of the song blasting through the speakers, enjoying the rosy cheeks of Marcus whenever she caught him smiling. The boy is a new hire, and he fits what Diane came to find out is the brooding bad boy type; tattoos and piercings everywhere, not many words to offer. He is good at what he does, but his furrowed brows always tug her heart in ways that make her want to hug him. Instead, she relishes the small moments of joy in his face, where he seems like a kid who is finally accepting himself and the beauty of this world. Still, even with her joyful singing and his good mood, they find themselves a little crowded. It's only the two of them at the bar where normally there would be three to four ⸻ but one is sick with the flu and the other was recently turned and adjusting. Diane is keeping a close eye on her, has people watching outside her house, and following her every step, but she had nothing but kind words to offer the girl when she called in sick. The poor thing must be feeling terrible, with a hunger she can't contain. She should send her a gift basket.

Humming to the lyrics of Dancing Queen, she notices the new presence at the bar, moving swiftly to the beat of the drums with a smile on her face. "No, Sloane isn't in tonight. You will have to deal with litt'ole' me." Her smile grows. "What can I getcha, sweetheart?"

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 .#. lara

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sntsberks · 18 days

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case file : berk , diane , my god whose performance am i watching

associations : brotherhood

1983 , london

Name: Diane Beatrix Berkley

Occupation: Owner of the Infamy, Leader of Port Liery Brotherhood

Age: 41

Sexuality: Lesbian

Species: Human, Hunter

Clan/Pack/Coven?:

Hometown: London

Relationship Status: Married

Personality Traits: manipulative, charming, cunning, selfish, withdrawn, loyal, kind, cruel, easy-going, violent, maternal

Biography -

TW: Violence, Torture, Manipulation and Brainwashing, Drugs, Death

In the verdant countryside of London, nestled amidst sprawling fields and ancient woods, there stood a stately manor known as Willowcroft. The grand estate was a place of tranquility, where laughter echoed through its halls and love abounded within its walls. The patriarch of the family, Sir William Fairfield, was a man of stern countenance but boundless affection for his family. Lady Eleanor, his wife, possessed a gentle grace that belied her inner strength. Together, they presided over their household with a blend of strict discipline and unwavering love. Their three daughters, Elizabeth, Charlotte, and Diane, were the pride and joy of Willowcroft. Raised with the utmost care and attention, they embodied the virtues of their esteemed parents. Elizabeth, the eldest, possessed a sharp wit and a keen sense of justice. Charlotte, the middle daughter, was known for her gentle nature and compassionate heart. And Diane, the youngest, was a spirited soul with a penchant for adventure.

The Berkeley family was revered throughout the town for their kindness, generosity, and unwavering sense of duty. They were known to extend a helping hand to those in need, their doors always open to friends and strangers alike. The girls, in particular, were beloved by all, their laughter ringing out as they frolicked in the sun-dappled gardens or explored the winding paths of the nearby forest.

But beneath the idyllic facade of Willowcroft lay a secret known only to the Berkeley family. For generations, they had been guardians, sworn to protect humanity from the darkness that lurked in the shadows. Werewolves prowled the forests, and vampires stalked the night, preying on the innocent and unwary. And it was the Berkeley who stood as a bulwark against these vicious forces, their hearts filled with courage and their blades honed with skill.

From a young age, the girls were trained in the art of combat, their skills honed to perfection under the watchful eyes of their parents. They were taught to wield silver daggers with deadly precision, their movements fluid and graceful as they danced through the shadows. But more than just physical prowess, they were instilled with a steely resolve and an unwavering sense of duty.

Despite their upbringing as hunters, the girls remained compassionate and kind-hearted, their compassion tempered by the knowledge of the dangers that lurked beyond the safety of Willowcroft. They stood as beacons of light in a world shrouded in darkness, their resolve unyielding as they fought to protect those who could not protect themselves.

As the years passed, the Berkeley sisters came into their own, their reputations as hunters spreading far and wide throughout the land. They were feared by the creatures of the night, their names whispered in hushed tones as tales of their bravery spread like wildfire. And yet, amidst the chaos and danger that surrounded them, they remained steadfast in their duty, their bond as sisters unbreakable as they stood shoulder to shoulder against the forces of evil.

The youngest sister, Diane, was a creature of contradictions; her soul delicate as spun glass yet hardened by the fires of and duty. Unlike her sisters, she had always been the gentlest and kindest, her spirit untouched by the creeping madness that haunted the eldest and the distant world of matrimony that trapped the middle. But beneath her gentle exterior lay a wellspring of darkness, born from the horrors she had witnessed as a child; when she watched in terror as her father was torn asunder by a savage werewolf that had escaped the confines of the family's ancestral dungeon. The memory of his screams echoed in her mind, a haunting symphony of pain and despair that threatened to consume her sanity. And yet, despite the trauma that lingered like a festering wound, Diane remained steadfast in her resolve to carry on the family mantle.

With her father gone, it fell upon Diane's shoulders to uphold the legacy of their bloodline, to stand as a soldier against the encroaching darkness that threatened to engulf them all. Her mother, a formidable matriarch with steely determination etched upon her brow, assumed the mantle of leadership within the family business, her will as unyielding as the iron bars that imprisoned the monsters they hunted.

And so, Diane left behind the familiar comforts of home and journeyed to her wife's hometown, a place steeped in history and tradition, where whispers of the supernatural lingered like ghosts in the mist. There, amidst the hustle and bustle of city life, she found solace in the shadows, carving out a niche for herself as a leader within the local Brotherhood that filled the city.

She is the esteemed owner of a queer club, a beacon of light in a world of hatred, where all are welcome to seek refuge from the harsh realities of society. She is a hunter of monsters, a predator stalking the shadows with cold, calculating precision. Both lives lived hidden from each other, this part of the world where Diane started going by Berk, simply, so the monsters wouldn't be suspicious of her presence.

Amongst her ranks, Diane is known for her unorthodox methods, her willingness to bend the rules to achieve her goals. She kept werewolves and vampires as trained "pets," their minds twisted and bent to her will until they became nothing more than obedient servants in her arsenal. It was a dangerous game she played, walking the fine line between control and chaos, but one she plays with ruthless efficiency.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

WC Wife (Suggested Fc: Charlize Theron); The Berks are your perfect fairytale couple. They've been dating since their teenage years, and are overly happy and in love. The honeymoon phase never died. It helps that at times, a third is invited to join their bed. But behind the picture perfect family, the Berks are known for being the two most vicious and cruel hunters in the Brotherhood. Diane is the calm voice, the kind face, while her wife is the fists and punches of the two.

Diane's Pets: Supernatural beings she manipulated, brainwashed, and even tortured into compliance and obedience to do her biding and help her hunt others of their specie.

Her favorite Pet: Almost an adopted child, at this point.

Friends

People she feels maternal for

Enemies

#cor.intro

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