Eric Travers
Nightlife Promoter and Cult Member
EEric Travers
Character Record
Eric Travers exudes an electrifying charisma that effortlessly draws people into his orbit, his every move animated by a natural confidence that veils his deeper ambitions. His charm is intoxicating, capable of swaying even the staunchest skeptic to partake in The Crimson Chorus's hedonistic soirées. Beneath his enchanting exterior lies a calculating mind, one fixated on the intoxicating promise of immortality. Eric is fiercely driven, fueled by a relentless pursuit of eternal life that often borders on obsession. This desire manifests in his fervent dedication to the cult, orchestrating elaborate gatherings that seduce revelers into surrendering to their darkest desires, all the while dreaming of the day when he may transcend his human fragility. Though he moves through the shadows of this clandestine world, Eric's vivacious spirit hints at an unwavering belief in the potential beauty of eternal night, a realm where he envisions himself reigning supreme.
Eric grew up in Chicago, drawn to the nightlife from a young age. He worked as a promoter for nightclubs, developing skills in event planning and social dynamics. Introduced to The Crimson Chorus by a DJ contact, he became integral to the cult, using his charisma to recruit members and coordinate events.
Significant Memories
- I noticed the same man—a cop, or maybe private security—lurking near our entrance for weeks. His stare made the hairs on my neck rise. That night, I felt how precarious our secret world had become, and realized I could not trust any new face without careful scrutiny.
- When Sasha, a local DJ, told me about an underground society promising more than just parties, I was skeptical. But curiosity pulled me through the fog to that tunnel beneath Rosswell Bridge. The way the crowd responded to every whispered invitation, every beat—I felt a secret current running under the city, and I needed to be part of it.
- I convinced Maya—a bartender tired of her routine—to attend a Chorus gathering. Watching her eyes widen as she surrendered to the music, then seeing her return week after week because of me, it struck me: I wasn't just another face in the dark. People trusted me to lead them into something transformative.
- I was sixteen, sneaking past the bouncers with a forged ID and a pounding heart. Inside, blue strobes and basslines wrapped me in a feeling of belonging I had never known. The DJ winked at me—later, we'd become close—but that night I realized how a well-crafted atmosphere could seduce anyone. It's where I first learned the power of charisma.
- It started as a whisper among the core members: the Chorus could grant life eternal. I spent sleepless nights combing through old texts, piecing together rituals. The idea took root—I began to chase it with every fiber of myself, letting the possibility shape my ambitions and actions.
- When rumors of a police raid reached me, I coordinated an evacuation—lights out, alternate exits, coded warnings. Watching the members slip safely into the night, adrenaline coursed through me. I felt fiercely protective; this wasn’t just a scene or a job anymore. It was family—and I’d do anything to keep it safe.