TW Swearing, Fighting, Delinquents

Ezekiel Van Helsing

TW ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, ABUSE, DEPRESSION, TEETH, BODY, DRUG USE, ALCOHOL USE, SCARS

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Name: Ezekiel Van Helsing

Age: 47

Species: Werewolf

Personality: This unfortunate and depressed man is not as evil or cold as his brother or father, but always uses sarcasm as a defense, as said by Scarlet with his constant joke-making and brash demeanor, he also tends to come off as needy and makes terrible first impressions as noted by Gabriel. In addition to being brash and estranged from both of his parents, Ezekiel suffers from commitment issues as a result of growing up in a broken home with little understanding of what marriage looks like, it is possible for them to be neurotic and defensive, but their sense of humor is generally unsophisticated. They deeply want to feel taken care of and valued, to the point that they may intentionally put themselves in dangerous situations just to see if they'll be saved, or cause some sort of harm to themselves so that they can have the experience of people around them caring for them, sometimes pretends to be sick or hurt then they're not, etc. They see that this can cause issues in their life and are trying to get rid of these impulses, but they still can't seem to shake the feelings that drive them.

Family: Gabriel (Older brother, alive), Scarlet (Younger sister, alive), Eros (Father, alive), Lydia (Mother, alive), Thanatos (Uncle, alive), Unknown (Grandpa, alive but near death's door), Claudia (Wife, alive), 10 children (all alive), Raizel (Younger brother, alive)

Backstory: As an early child, Ezekiel was mistreated and abused by both of his parents, who prepared him to replace Gabriel if anything were to occur. He was very antisocial as a child, having no friends other than his brothers until he became a stereotypical bully in high school, where he knocked Claudia up. His marriage with Claudia was solely a result of her pregnancy; he did not wish to have any more children, but Claudia forced him to have ten children, he and Raziel were very close, and he could talk to Raziel about anything, when his younger brother left his family at 16, Ezekiel was devastated and fell into a severe depression, almost committing suicide, but Gabriel intervened. As a result, he is now living a life of crime and addictions while maintaining his perfect family image in public

Look: Having short, dark gray hair, standing about 6'4 feet inches tall, and a strong and toned physique, Ezekiel is of average height. He bears his mother's dark blue eyes and has many scars all over his body, including one on his neck caused by his father's training and another one on his chest caused by a car accident, he has a tattoo on his shoulders and left thigh, his cock size is 16 inches in length size, 14 in girth size.

Pronouns: He/They

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Facts About Him

They love betting on races

Their hobbies are getting lost on Wikipedia reading random stuff for 8 hours at a time and cooking (but they're very bad at it and even when they follow recipes exactly it seems to not turn out right), boxing

They hate their wife because she is emotionally abusive, mentally abusive, and physically abusive

They have Major Depressive Disorder (MDD)

He has addictions to cocaine, alcohol, and gambling

His birthday is Feb 2, 1970

He hates the feeling of felt and escalators

He prefers to sit at the end of a row rather than between people

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Character trope(s):

Henpecked Husband

Dark and Troubled Past

Functional Addict

Broken Ace

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Face claim:

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Body claim:

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Teeth claim:

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Voice claim: Sans the Skeleton (Vade Youtuber)

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My mom in my DR

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Gabriel Van Helsing's Face Claim

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I used scenes and pictures from Van Helsing 2004 the movie

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Azrael Clay's criminal record

TW CRIMES, TW CRIMES, TW CRIMES

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Organ trafficking Illegal gambling Terrorism Manslaughter Thievery Enforced suicide Murder By Proxy Vandalism Prostitution Attempted murder Assault Smuggling Goods Drug possession Theft/Obstruction of Criminal Investigation Armed robbery Violation of Firearm Laws/Threatening with a deadly weapon Arson Grave robbing Kidnapping and false imprisonment Unlicensed Surgery Medical Terrorism Piracy Breaking and Entering Credit Fraud and Identity Theft Embezzlement Hit and run Resisting Arrest Shoplifting Blackmailing Framing False Evidence Plagiarism Hitchhiking Bribery Stalking Harassment ———————————————————————————————————— In full, he has done 36 crimes

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1. A Dame Walks Into A Bar

Summary: Lori, a wealthy socialite, steps into Mr. Dog’s bar, unknowingly walking into danger. When an unwanted guest makes her uncomfortable, she orders an Angel Shot, alerting the owner. Mr. Dog ensures her safety, but the situation catches the eye of a dangerous man—Sans. Triggers: Harassment, implied danger, intimidation

Please check disclaimer first!

The bar was dimly lit, bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers that hung like golden crowns from the ceiling. The air smelled of whiskey, polished wood, and the faintest hint of cigar smoke. Dark mahogany shelves lined the back wall, showcasing expensive liquor in crystal decanters, while the bar counter gleamed from constant care. Small round tables with deep red tablecloths dotted the space, accompanied by plush velvet chairs where figures in tailored suits and flapper dresses whispered deals over glasses of bourbon.

Lori stepped inside, the click of her heels barely audible over the soft jazz drifting from the gramophone in the corner. Her blue dress, a silky number with delicate embroidery, hugged her curves modestly but elegantly, swishing with each step. She was a stark contrast to the rowdy gangsters and socialites who filled the space, but she didn’t care. She approached the bar, keeping her expression neutral despite the tension in her shoulders.

Behind the counter, Mr. Dog stood like a living fortress. Towering and broad, the monster’s brown fur caught the low light, and his sharp yellow star-shaped pupils scanned the room with practiced ease. He wore a crisp white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong arms, a black vest neatly buttoned over it. His presence alone commanded respect, and the subtle twitch of his ears told Lori he had already noticed her unease.

She leaned in slightly and, with a steady voice, said, “Angel shot.”

Mr. Dog didn’t react outwardly, but his grip on the counter firmed slightly. That was a code—a silent cry for help. Without hesitation, he nodded, as if simply acknowledging a drink order, while subtly reaching beneath the counter where his modified shotgun rested. The shells wouldn’t kill, but they’d make anyone causing trouble wish they had taken the hint to leave.

The door swung open with a creak, and the already heavy atmosphere in the bar became suffocating. The chatter quieted just a little, enough for those who knew better to start paying attention. A figure stepped in, broad and imposing, his presence a sharp contrast to the luxurious setting. His black suit, crisp and well-tailored, fit him like a second skin, the crimson vest beneath adding a dangerous edge. A cigar rested between his teeth, curling red smoke from his eye socket like a devil’s whisper.

His sharp pupils scanned the room before landing on Lori. A slow, smug grin spread across his skeletal face as he strolled up, resting a heavy arm on the counter beside her like he owned the place. “Heh. So, ya ran off to a bar, huh?” His voice was low, gravelly, laced with condescension. “Didn’t take ya for the type, doll. Then again, guess I shoulda known ya’d come crawlin’ back sooner or later.”

Lori, without looking at him, sipped the water Mr. Dog had placed in front of her. “Not your doll.”

His smirk didn’t waver, but there was a sharpness in his gaze now, a possessive glint. “Yeah? ‘Cause last I checked, I been real generous lettin’ ya play this little game. But sweetheart, let’s not kid ourselves—you wouldn’t last a day without me lookin’ out for ya.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “C’mon, you gonna make me drag ya outta here?”

Before Lori could respond, Mr. Dog, still casually wiping a glass, spoke up. “Don’t talk to me or my friend ever again.”

Sans blinked at him, then let out a sharp, bark-like laugh. “That so? And who exactly do you think you are, mutt?”

Mr. Dog’s grip tightened around the shotgun under the counter. His yellow star-shaped pupils gleamed like warning lights. “I’m the guy who keeps his customers safe. Now, you wanna leave on your own, or do I need to help you take a nap?”

Sans’s grin twitched, his fingers flexing like he was debating how much of a problem he wanted to make this. Finally, he exhaled, a puff of red smoke curling in the air. “Tch. Fine, fine. Ya got guts, I’ll give ya that.” He flicked a glance at Lori, voice dropping to something almost sickly sweet. “We’ll talk later, babe.”

She didn’t reply, only lifting her glass to her lips as he turned and strode toward the exit. The tension in the bar eased slightly, though Mr. Dog kept his grip on his shotgun until the door swung shut behind him.

Only then did he glance at Lori, his ears flicking. “You alright?”

She let out a slow breath before nodding. “Yeah.” She placed a few bills on the counter. “Thanks, Mr. Dog.”

He huffed, setting down the glass he had been wiping. “Anytime.”

A beat of silence passed before he muttered under his breath, “Next time, I’m charging extra for mafia repellent.”

MADE A ANOTHER LORE OLYMPUS OC ‼️‼️‼️ (TW)

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• Her Name is Louiza.

• She is a Oceanic Nymph.

• Louiza uses She/Her pronouns.

• She is Zinovia's older cousin (Zinovia is my other OC. Made a mistake saying she's her aunt.)

• She is 6'7 feet tall and chubby but muscular too. She has scars on her back and thighs from fights and herself.

• She use to self harm but she no longer does since she is in therapy and on medication.

• She has Clinical depression, also known as major depressive disorder (MDD) but is on medication for it.

• She loves to be lazy and sleep all day, she loves animals too. (especially seals 🦭🦭🦭)

• Louiza has mutilated multiple people but always kept them alive through magic or medical help so they would live mutilated (which is horrible, obviously.) because her boss told her too, she nor her boss are not very moral people.

• I used Persephone as a base for Louiza and I suck at hands so I'm sorry if they look wrong or weird.

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• Finally made my name for one of my MC gangs in my Omegaverse universe check out my Wattpad cover for my Omegaverse story!

• CREDIT: The girl on the cover is Taylor Momsen and I used this pin as my base

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• Wolves of the Highway is the gang name!

• And Heartbeat of the Pack is the first book of the series!

• This will also be about my shifting but I will make that into a side book!

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My face claim is so pretty

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Artemis solos everything

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TW FLASHING PICTURES IN THE VIDEO!

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