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gcthvile · 12 days ago
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Cho Ji-Hoon
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Name: Cho Ji-hoon
Alias: Zero
Affiliation: SHIELD (Special Operations Division)
Age: Mid 20s
Occupation: SHIELD Field Agent and Scientist
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Backstory
Born in Seoul, South Korea, Cho Ji-hoon grew up as the younger sibling of Dr. Helen Cho, a groundbreaking scientist celebrated for her work in biotechnology. While Helen was the family’s golden child, Ji-hoon quickly proved to be just as gifted, excelling in academics and science from a young age. The siblings shared an unbreakable bond, with Helen acting as both a mentor and protector.
Ji-hoon idolized his sister’s brilliance, but he wanted to chart his own path. While Helen pursued advancements in biotechnology, Ji-hoon delved into the fields of cryogenics and molecular biology. He was drawn to the idea of using science to solve real-world problems—especially those involving life preservation and defense. Despite his love for the lab, Ji-hoon always felt the pull toward action, inspired by stories of agents who risked everything for the greater good.
After earning his advanced degrees, Ji-hoon was scouted by SHIELD, who recognized his rare combination of intellect, composure, and potential for fieldwork. While hesitant at first, Ji-hoon ultimately joined SHIELD, wanting to use his skills to protect people directly rather than working from the sidelines. Helen disapproved of his decision, believing SHIELD’s dangerous missions would put him in constant peril. However, Ji-hoon reassured her that he could handle himself, promising to stay in contact and avoid unnecessary risks.
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The Accident
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During his early days as a SHIELD agent, Ji-hoon was assigned to a high-priority mission involving the recovery of an experimental cryogenic device stolen by rogue scientists. The device was meant to revolutionize long-term preservation in space exploration, but in the wrong hands, it became a weapon capable of freezing entire environments.
While attempting to disarm the device during a confrontation, Ji-hoon was exposed to a blast of unstable cryogenic energy. He survived the incident seemingly unharmed, but strange side effects began to emerge two days later. The first sign appeared in the bathroom—while washing his hands, the water in the sink froze solid at his touch. Startled but curious, Ji-hoon conducted a series of tests on himself, analyzing his DNA and experimenting with his newfound abilities.
Eventually, he concluded that the cryogenic energy had altered his molecular structure, giving him the ability to manipulate ice and cold. Initially, Ji-hoon was apprehensive about his powers, seeing them as a potential liability. However, his SHIELD superiors encouraged him to train and integrate his abilities into his missions.
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Role in SHIELD
Ji-hoon quickly rose through SHIELD’s ranks, earning a reputation as both a brilliant scientist and a highly skilled field agent. His calm demeanor, analytical mind, and ability to stay composed in high-pressure situations made him a natural leader in tactical operations.
Though Ji-hoon still conducts research when time permits, his primary role is in special operations, where he uses his powers and scientific expertise to handle missions that require precision and ingenuity. Whether infiltrating enemy bases, disarming dangerous devices, or providing scientific analysis in the field, Ji-hoon has proven himself indispensable to SHIELD.
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Abilities
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Ji-hoon’s powers, combined with his SHIELD training, make him a formidable operative:
Cryokinesis: Ji-hoon can create, control, and shape ice and snow. In combat, he uses ice constructs such as shields, blades, or projectiles.
Temperature Manipulation: He can lower the temperature in his immediate vicinity, freezing objects or creating icy surfaces.
Cryogenic Constructs: Ji-hoon can freeze water vapor to create structures like walls, bridges, or barriers.
Enhanced Endurance: Exposure to the cryogenic energy enhanced his durability, allowing him to withstand extreme cold and recover from injuries faster than normal.
In addition to his powers, Ji-hoon is proficient in:
Martial Arts: Thanks to SHIELD training, Ji-hoon is skilled in hand-to-hand combat, blending precision and strategy into his fighting style.
Weapons Proficiency: He is adept with firearms, gadgets, and close-combat weapons, though he prefers to use his powers when possible.
Scientific Expertise: Ji-hoon’s background in cryogenics and molecular biology allows him to analyze and resolve complex scientific challenges in the field.
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Personality
Ji-hoon’s colleagues often describe him as an enigma. He is unnervingly calm under pressure, rarely showing fear or frustration, even in life-or-death situations. This stoicism has earned him respect, but it has also made him seem distant and emotionally detached to those who don’t know him well.
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Beneath the surface, Ji-hoon is deeply empathetic and fiercely protective of those he cares about. While he rarely expresses his feelings openly, his actions speak volumes—he is always the first to step in when his team or loved ones are in danger.
His dry wit and sharp sense of humor catch people off guard, as his stoic exterior gives no hint of his ability to deliver devastatingly sarcastic remarks. While Ji-hoon rarely lets his temper show, those who cross him or endanger others often find themselves on the receiving end of his icy glare—and, occasionally, an actual ice blast.
Despite his calm demeanor, Ji-hoon is intensely curious and driven, often losing himself in research or training to better understand his powers.
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Relationships
Helen Cho: Ji-hoon and Helen remain close, though they often clash over his choice to join SHIELD. Helen worries about his safety, while Ji-hoon reassures her that his work is meaningful and fulfilling. He often jokes that she’s still his “knight in a lab coat,” despite being perfectly capable of protecting himself.
SHIELD Colleagues: Ji-hoon’s calmness and intellect have earned him the respect of his peers, though his reserved personality makes him an enigma to most. Those who take the time to know him discover a loyal and resourceful ally.
Avengers: Ji-hoon occasionally works with the Avengers on missions requiring SHIELD collaboration. While he respects their abilities, he prefers to stay in the background, focusing on solving problems rather than seeking the spotlight.
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1. Codebreaker Extraordinaire:
Fun Facts
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Ji-hoon has a knack for solving puzzles, especially cryptography. He once cracked an advanced SHIELD security test in under 15 minutes, earning Fury’s approval (and annoyance from his colleagues).
2. The “Cool” Uncle:
He has a natural charm with kids, surprising everyone with his ability to entertain them despite his stoic nature. He always gets them snow cones with his powers, even during mission debriefs.
3. Multilingual:
Ji-hoon speaks Korean, English, and Japanese fluently. He’s also conversational in Russian and French, thanks to SHIELD training.
4. Avid Reader:
His personal library is filled with science journals, philosophy books, and mystery novels. He has a soft spot for Sherlock Holmes stories and often quotes them during missions.
5. Ice Sculptor:
In his downtime, Ji-hoon discovered he’s surprisingly good at ice sculpting with his powers. It’s a rare creative outlet for him, though he’ll deny it if anyone asks.
6. Sleight of Hand:
Ji-hoon learned card tricks and sleight-of-hand illusions as a kid to distract Helen when she was stressed. Now, he uses this skill to impress his teammates (or mess with them during downtime).
7. Animal Lover:
Ji-hoon loves animals but has an unusual affinity for reptiles, especially snakes. He’s fascinated by their precision and efficiency.
8. Fascination with Space:
Growing up, Ji-hoon dreamed of being an astronaut. His room was filled with star charts and models of planets, and he still stargazes whenever he gets a chance.
9. Favorite Food:
Ji-hoon is obsessed with bingsu (Korean shaved ice dessert). He jokes that it’s the only dessert worthy of his powers.
10. Gadget Master:
Ji-hoon often modifies his SHIELD gear, adding unique enhancements, like an ice-proof comm system he designed after one of his own freezes disrupted a mission.
11. Coffee Enthusiast:
He’s very particular about his coffee, preferring it iced (obviously). His SHIELD teammates tease him for bringing his own cold brew to the field.
12. Secret Gamer:
Ji-hoon unwinds by playing strategy video games. His calm demeanor makes him unbeatable, especially in games like Civilization or StarCraft.
13. Signature Move:
Ji-hoon has a habit of freezing the ground under his feet during combat, sliding toward enemies at high speed to catch them off guard.
14. Doesn’t Like the Cold:
Ironically, Ji-hoon prefers warmer climates. He jokes that it’s because he is the cold, so he needs balance.
15. Unconventional Combat Style:
Ji-hoon mixes science and his powers during battles, like creating icy mirrors to blind opponents with sunlight or building makeshift traps to freeze enemies in their tracks.
Habits
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1. Adjusting His Gloves:
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Ji-hoon always wears sleek black gloves as part of his uniform and has a habit of adjusting them before a mission or when he’s thinking.
2. Tapping a Pen:
When brainstorming or stressed, he unconsciously taps his pen on surfaces in a rhythmic pattern.
3. Freezing His Drinks:
Even if it’s a hot drink, Ji-hoon will subtly freeze the edges of his cup. He finds it calming.
4. Avoiding Eye Contact:
Ji-hoon rarely makes direct eye contact with people unless it’s absolutely necessary, adding to his mysterious and intimidating aura.
5. Walking Silently:
Ji-hoon has a habit of moving without making a sound, even when he’s not trying to be stealthy. It often startles his teammates.
6. Ice on His Fingers:
When he’s deep in thought, his fingers unconsciously emit frost, creating thin icy trails.
7. Precise Posture:
Ji-hoon always sits and stands with impeccable posture. It gives him a composed and almost regal presence.
8. Fixing His Hair:
Ji-hoon has a habit of running a hand through his hair whenever he’s frustrated or annoyed.
9. Science Over Sleep:
If he’s working on an experiment, he forgets to sleep. Helen often had to drag him away from his projects as a kid, and his SHIELD teammates sometimes do the same now.
10. Eating in Perfect Silence:
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Ji-hoon hates noisy eating environments. He’s the type to eat his meal in near silence, adding to his mysterious and focused image.
1. Science & Technology:
Likes
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2. Quiet Solitude:
Ji-hoon has a deep passion for scientific discovery and technological innovation. He enjoys taking things apart to understand how they work and is fascinated by the intersection of science and nature, especially now with his powers.
Ji-hoon values peace and quiet. He often spends his free time alone, reading scientific journals, sketching new inventions, or meditating to clear his mind.
3. Hot Drinks:
Despite his cryokinesis, Ji-hoon loves sipping on hot tea or coffee, especially when he's deep in thought. It's a small comfort that reminds him of home and Helen.
4. Strategic Board Games:
Games like chess or Go intrigue him because they require patience, strategy, and foresight. He enjoys sparring with intellectual equals and relishes the mental challenge.
5. Music for Focus:
Ji-hoon enjoys classical music and soft instrumentals, which help him focus during experiments. Occasionally, he indulges in low-key jazz or indie music when relaxing.
6. Stargazing:
He finds comfort and inspiration in gazing at the stars, pondering the vastness of the universe. It reminds him of why he became a scientist.
7. Tinkering:
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Whether it’s building a new gadget for SHIELD or working on his personal projects, Ji-hoon finds joy in creating and inventing.
1. Being the Center of Attention:
Dislikes
Ji-hoon doesn’t enjoy the spotlight. Whether it’s being praised for a mission or questioned about his powers, he feels awkward and prefers to stay behind the scenes.
2. Small Talk:
Ji-hoon dislikes shallow conversations. He finds them pointless and prefers meaningful discussions or staying silent if there’s nothing important to say.
3. Overconfidence:
People who act like they know everything or who underestimate challenges irritate him. He believes there’s always something to learn and that overconfidence leads to mistakes.
4. Blind Obedience:
Ji-hoon doesn’t trust anyone who follows orders without questioning them. He values critical thinking and finds blind loyalty dangerous, even within SHIELD.
5. Failure to Acknowledge Effort:
He hates when people dismiss the hard work and dedication of others. Whether it’s scientific breakthroughs or a teammate’s contributions, he believes effort should be recognized.
6. Condescending People:
Ji-hoon has zero patience for those who talk down to others, especially to people less experienced or knowledgeable. It reminds him of his school bullies, and he’s quick to call out such behavior.
7. Relying Too Much on His Powers:
While he uses his cryokinesis effectively, Ji-hoon dislikes depending on it too much. He fears becoming defined by his abilities rather than his intelligence or training.
8. Wasting Potential:
He gets frustrated when he sees someone with talent or resources squander their opportunities. It strikes a nerve because of his own drive to prove himself.
9. Disorganized Workspaces:
Chaos in the lab or at headquarters drives him up the wall. Ji-hoon keeps his tools and notes meticulously organized and expects others to respect shared spaces.
10. Injustice:
Having been bullied himself, Ji-hoon has no tolerance for people being mistreated, manipulated, or oppressed. He won’t hesitate to step in when he sees someone being wronged—even if it means bending SHIELD’s rules.
Ji-hoon’s Playlist (inspired by @jackiequick )
1. "Arctic" – Sleeping At Last
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2. "Bury a Friend" – Billie Eilish
3. "Radioactive" – Imagine Dragons
4. "The Sound of Silence" – Disturbed
5. "Winter Sound" – Of Monsters and Men
6. "Seven Nation Army" – The White Stripes
7. "Outro" – M83
8. "Run Boy Run" – Woodkid
9. "Sweater Weather" – The Neighbourhood
10. "DNA" – BTS (it's more of a guilty pleasure song for him)
11. "Way Down We Go" – Kaleo
12. "Frozen" – Madonna
13. "Hurt" – Johnny Cash
14. "Bad Guy" – Billie Eilish
15. "Glitter & Gold" – Barns Courtney
16. "Snow (Hey Oh)" – Red Hot Chili Peppers
17. "Heat Waves" – Glass Animals
18. "Invincible" – OK Go
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gcthvile · 2 months ago
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gcthvile · 2 months ago
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HALLOWEEN NIGHT - Cole's POV
Pairing: Cole Lensherr x Jeremy Walsh
Featuring: Astrid Lensherr-Walsh, Mia Parker ( @ask-missparker), Liane Felton ( @purpleprincessonfyre) , Belladonna (mentioned).
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“Darling, as much as I love you, I’m not going out in this ridiculous costume.”
Cole stood in front of the mirror, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at his reflection. The dark, flowing cape and pointy hat weren’t exactly what he had in mind when Jeremy said they should “do something fun” for Halloween. He reached up to adjust the brim of the hat, his fingers tightening around the cheap fabric like he wanted to tear it apart.
Jeremy, standing beside him in his own much simpler costume—dressed as Greg, with a kettle on his head—grinned. “Oh, come on, Cole! It’ll be fun! We have to try something different this time.”
Cole shot him a withering look, his mouth a thin line of displeasure. “I look ridiculous,” he grumbled, eyeing Jeremy’s kettle hat. “And you look worse. I’m not walking out there like this.”
Jeremy’s grin didn’t falter. “It’s for Astrid. She loves this show.”
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Cole let out a heavy sigh, turning back to the mirror. They were dressed up as Wirt and Greg from Over the Garden Wall, one of Astrid’s favorite shows from when she was younger. He’d only agreed to this charade for her sake, hoping it might lift her spirits, even though she hadn’t seemed interested in Halloween for the past few years. She was still up in her room, most likely not planning on coming out anytime soon.
“She’s not even going to care,” Cole muttered, running his hand down the cape to smooth out a wrinkle. “You know she doesn’t like Halloween like she did as a child.”
Jeremy shrugged, placing a hand on Cole’s shoulder. “Maybe she will, if you’d just try being more optimistic.” His tone was gentle, but there was a plea in his voice that Cole couldn’t ignore.
Cole groaned under his breath, rolling his eyes as Jeremy pulled him out of their bedroom and into the hallway. “You and your damn optimism…"
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The two made their way toward the living room, where the rest of their extended family had gathered. The faint hum of conversation and the soft flicker of jack-o’-lanterns in the dim room set the mood. Mia, who was sitting on the couch with a remote in her hand, watching TV, spotted them first. Her lips curled into an amused smile the second she laid eyes on Cole’s costume.
“Don’t,” Cole warned, pointing a finger at her with a hard stare. “Don’t say a word, Parker.”
Mia raised her hands in mock surrender, her expression one of exaggerated innocence. “I wasn’t going to say anything,” she said, her voice dripping with feigned offense.
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Cole shot her one last glare before storming off toward the kitchen, muttering something under his breath. He needed a drink to survive this night—and this costume.
Jeremy stayed behind, shaking his head with a sigh. Mia watched him with a sympathetic smile as she moved closer. “Not very thrilled about the costume, I see?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“That would be an understatement,” Jeremy said, rubbing the back of his neck. “He says he looks like a cheap version of Gandalf.”
Mia chuckled, patting his shoulder. “That sounds about right. You know Halloween isn’t exactly Cole’s favorite holiday. And Astrid… well, she’s just Astrid. She’s not a kid anymore. She likes her own space.”
Jeremy’s smile faltered, and a shadow of worry crossed his face. “Exactly. The fact that she’s growing up is what scares me… it feels like we’re running out of time to make good memories with her. And Cole’s not helping either.”
He let out a tired sigh, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “It’s just… hard to see my little girl grow up so fast. It feels like I didn’t have enough time with her.”
Mia’s smile softened, and she gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve made more memories than you think, Jeremy. She’s just in that phase where she needs space. She still loves you both, you know.”
Unbeknownst to them, Cole had returned from the kitchen and was standing in the doorway, listening to their conversation. He leaned against the doorframe, a frown tugging at his lips as Jeremy’s words sank in. His eyes dropped to the floor, guilt creeping up on him. He could brush off a lot of things, but hearing Jeremy talk about their daughter like that—like she was slipping away—stirred something inside him.
Cole sighed, setting his empty glass down on the counter with a soft clink. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.
He pushed off the doorframe and strode back into the living room where Jeremy and Mia were still talking. Both turned to him as he approached, surprise flickering in Jeremy’s eyes.
Cole stopped in front of them, crossing his arms over his chest. “Alright,” he said, his tone gruff but resolved. “Let’s go drag that girl out of her room. We can’t complete this damn duo without the frog.”
Jeremy blinked, his eyes widening in shock. It took him a moment to process that Cole had actually agreed. Then, a wide, hopeful smile spread across his face. He didn’t say a word, afraid that if he spoke, Cole might change his mind.
Instead, Jeremy simply nodded, his grin growing as he grabbed Cole’s hand and pulled him toward Astrid’s room.
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The hallway outside Astrid’s room was dark, the only light coming from the jack-o'-lanterns scattered around the house. Jeremy knocked on her door softly, his voice gentle but firm.
"Astrid, honey? Can we come in?"
There was a long pause before a muffled, tired voice came from the other side. "What?"
Jeremy glanced at Cole, who stood with his arms crossed, looking just as reluctant as Astrid probably felt.
"Astrid, we need you to come out here," Jeremy said. "We have a little family tradition to uphold."
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There was silence for a moment, followed by the creak of the door as it opened just a crack. Astrid peeked through, her eyes narrowing when she saw her dads standing there in full Over the Garden Wall costumes.
"Are you serious?" she said flatly, her gaze flicking between the kettle on Jeremy's head and the hat perched awkwardly on Cole’s.
Jeremy smiled sheepishly. "I know it's not exactly what you had in mind, but we thought it would be fun to do something different this year. And we can't be Wirt and Greg without their frog companion, right?"
Astrid’s face softened just a little, but she still rolled her eyes. "I’m not dressing up as a frog."
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Cole stepped forward, giving her a half-serious glare. "Then pick something else. I’m already suffering through this stupid costume for you, so the least you can do is come out and humor your old man."
Astrid looked at him for a long moment, then sighed in defeat. "Fine. But I’m not dressing up as anything ridiculous."
Jeremy’s face lit up like a jack-o'-lantern. "Deal!" he said, pulling her into a quick hug before she could retreat back into her room.
Astrid groaned, but there was a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she turned back to change. "You two are so weird," she muttered, but there was a warmth in her voice that hadn't been there in a while.
As she disappeared into her room, Cole and Jeremy exchanged a glance. Jeremy’s eyes sparkled with excitement, while Cole just grunted, clearly still uncomfortable in his Wirt outfit. But underneath his gruff exterior, there was a flicker of something softer, something that told Jeremy this had been the right choice.
"She’ll come around," Jeremy said quietly, nudging Cole with his elbow.
Cole nodded, though he still scowled at his reflection in the hallway mirror. "Yeah, yeah. Let’s just hope this frog thing isn’t contagious."
Jeremy chuckled, wrapping an arm around Cole’s waist. "Don’t worry, darling. You make a very handsome Wirt."
Cole rolled his eyes, but a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Just don't expect me to wear this again next year."
Astrid eventually came out of her room dressed in a simple witch's hat and a dark cloak she’d thrown together at the last minute. She didn’t seem thrilled about it, but seeing both of her dads grinning at her made it worth the effort. As they headed out the door to go trick-or-treating, Astrid couldn’t help but feel a little of the old Halloween excitement stirring within her.
Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad Halloween after all.
BONUS:
The three were just about to head out the door, Cole grumbling under his breath about the chilly night air, when they were stopped in their tracks by the sight of Liane rushing into the living room, her face pale with panic.
Jeremy, already halfway out the door, blinked in confusion, and even Astrid straightened up, sensing something was off. Cole opened his mouth, ready to ask what was going on, but Mia, who had been sitting on the couch, beat him to it.
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Liane was already frantically grabbing her coat from the rack by the door, her movements rushed and shaky. “Bella’s been arrested,” she said breathlessly, pulling the coat over her shoulders.
“What?!” Jeremy exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief as his eyes widened in concern. Astrid gasped softly, her eyes darting between her dads and Liane, trying to process what she’d just heard.
But Cole, in typical Cole fashion, didn’t react with concern like the others. Instead, he let out a low, amused chuckle, folding his arms across his chest. “My girl,” he said with pride, shaking his head slightly.
His reaction earned him two matching glares—one from Jeremy and the other from Astrid, both of whom were clearly not in the mood for his twisted sense of humor. “Really, Dad?” Astrid said, her voice dripping with exasperation.
Jeremy shot him a disapproving look, though he couldn’t help but sigh in mild defeat. “Cole, this isn’t exactly a laughing matter.”
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Cole’s grin widened for a second before he cleared his throat, trying—and failing—to look serious. “Alright, alright,” he muttered, though the faint trace of a smirk lingered on his face. “Let’s just hope they figure out where she is..."
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Hope you guys enjoyed! 🎃🦇
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Halloween Night - Trick or Treat? Liane's POV
Liane X Ethan @ethan-lensherr
Features: Liane Felton, Ethan Lensherr, Belladonna, Eleanor Lane (Bella's GF) and Mia Parker @ask-missparker
Location: Avengers Tower, Halloween in NYC
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Liane was busy touching up her lipstick in the mirror of her vanity, smiling at her reflection as Ethan walked up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Looking good, Mistress of Evil," He smiled as Liane looked up at him. "I think we look amazing, but these horns are not comfortable at all." She sighed, adjusting her headpiece. Ethan grinned, hooking on his feathered cloak.
"I suit this look, the all black, the cloak, the hair? Who knew dressing as Maleficent and Diaval would be so fun?" He replied as Liane smiled. "I am sad Bella didn't want to be Aurora though.." she trailed off as Ethan snorted.
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"Babe. She was never going to agree to it! And this way she gets to match with her girlfriend, so she's happy." Ethan states, rubbing Liane's shoulders soothingly. "All we have to do is make sure she doesn't terrorise any kids, she doesn't pull her idea of tricks on neighbours and doesn't set anyone's house on fire. Right?"
Liane groaned. This was Belladonna's first Halloween with her new girlfriend and every time before she'd been uninterested in Trick or Treating. But since it was Eleanor's favourite pastime on Halloween, Bella couldn't say no to her. And in Liane's experience, Bella had a habit of taking things very literally.
"Right. Just don't let her take any real knives out with her. Fury would not be happy, ditto Hill." Liane reminded as Ethan shuddered. "I still remember the April Fools incident...but relax. Maybe having Nora there will mellow her out. Just a smidge. Have hope Lia, okay?" Ethan smiles, kissing her on her pale, contoured cheek. Liane smiles back, her fake fangs gleaming. "Alright. And if all goes well, maybe we can treat ourselves tonight..." she muttered softly, stroking his cheek gently as a naughty grin crossed her lips. "Of course, my Queen."
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They were interrupted by JARVIS who popped up over their alert system. "Miss Felton, a young lady wishing to see Belladonna is at the door. Shall I let her in?" He asks as Liane gets up, dusting herself down. "Yes JARVIS, thank you." She replies, heading to the door to greet Eleanor, dressed in a long blonde wig, a washed out blue dress and white pointed boots with little fingerless gloves and a purse that looks like a white rabbit, smiling.
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"Hey Miss Felton! Wow, you look amazing! Love the teeth and horns, is Bella ready?" She asks, stepping inside. "She's just in her room, come on I'll show you. So you're the Tim Burton version I assume?" She asks, gesturing to the outfit as Nora beams, lifting her skirt and doing the silly dance with her feet from the film. "Alice Kingsleigh, Bells did mention having a crush on the actress when she saw the movie." She replied, following after her to Belladonna's door, knocking on it carefully.
"One minute!" Came the reply as Nora smiled. "I'm guessing Mr Lensherr is Diaval then?" She asked as Liane nodded. "Yup, feathers and all. But don't ask him to do the accent, he gets embarrassed. And he does not sound Irish." She chuckled as the door opened and Belladonna stepped out, dressed in a darker blue dress with a white pinafore, patterned with symbols, wearing black and white hooped tights, tall black buttoned boots, her bangs styled to the sides and covered in fake blood carrying an ornate knife as Nora squealed in delight.
"Alice Liddell! You look so beautiful! And the blue suits you." She smiled as Bella smirked. "Any costume that lets me wear fake blood and play a mental patient is worth it in my books." She replied, admiring Nora's costume. "The detail is impeccable, you even lined the inside of the skirt with stripes like in the film costume. I knew you'd suit this look well." Bella stated as Nora grinned. Liane smiled, admiring her terrifying daughter's look.
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"Very you. So this one is from a video game?" She asked, pointing out the knife and blood. "American McGee's Alice: Madness Returns. A story where Alice is a mental patient discharged from the hospital into the care of an orphanage and has to make it through Wonderland alive in order to face her trauma learn about her twisted past. I played it last year at Nora's when our study sessions became more like...hang outs." Bella finished. Nora grinned. "I always hated horror games but when I wanted to find excuses for Bella to hang out, I bought it for her after she'd told me all about how she wished Wonderland was more twisted and psychedelic."
Liane sighed happily. "Okay that was adorable. Now Bella you know the rules, right? And please tell me that knifes fake." She said as Belladonna handed over the knife. "I assume you found a plastic, vacuum molded alternative?" She replied as Liane handed her a replica knife, painted to look bloody. "You're lucky I know you so well. And I think it's actually acrylic? Some guy with a 3D printer makes those kinds of props for cosplayers." Liane explained as Bella handled the prop.
"Almost as good as the real thing. And you need not worry. I understand the concept of Trick or Treating now. But I am disappointed by the fact tricks are now frowned upon." Bella stated as Ethan walked up. "Bella your idea of a trick is not the same as anyone else's. Trust me, we are doing everyone a favor." He replied before kissing her cheek smiling. "You both look great. But yes the rules are, don't stay out past 10pm, if it gets to 10 and you aren't home either stay at Nora's or bring her here, whichever is closest, do not terrify the little children and do not threaten anybody. Please?" Liane pleaded as Belladonna rolled her eyes, sighing. "You take all the fun out of the best holiday of the year. But fine. For you." She replied as Liane's shoulders relaxed.
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"Good. And have fun! We love you and be safe." Liane finished, squeezing Bella's shoulder kindly as the two headed out into the night as Mia walked up from behind, her eyes narrowed. "You two are sure this is fine?" She says, raising an eyebrow. Ethan laughs but nervously. "Sure! What could go wrong?"
A few hours later...
"Shall we retire to the bedchamber, my Queen?" Ethan smiles, holding out his hand to Liane's as she chuckles. "I thought you'd never ask..." she replies, her eyes gleaming as her cell starts to ring from an unknown number. Frowning, she picks up. "Hello?" She says and her face drops as she answers to the voice and what she hears. "She did what? I- no no Officer that won't be necessary, I am on my way right now, just hang on." She hangs up and looks at Ethan and everyone else who looks dumbfounded. "Lia what's happened?" Mia asks slowly as Liane rushes to grab a coat. "Bella's been arrested."
Stay tuned for Belladonna's POV where you find out just how our melancholy girlie got into this mess! Hope you enjoyed 🎃🍁 oh and moots feel free to add your own POV of this Avengers Tower Halloween
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gcthvile · 2 months ago
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Astrid Lensherr-Walsh
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Name: Astrid Lensherr-Walsh
Age: 18 (varies depending on the rp)
Birthday: December 6th
Parents: Cole Lensherr & Jeremy Walsh
Backstory:
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Astrid's life began with a tragic loss, as her biological mother passed away shortly after her birth. Her biological father, devastated and emotionally shattered, tried to care for her but ultimately realized he couldn't provide the stability she needed. He feared that his grief might harm her, leading to the difficult decision to place her up for adoption. However, Astrid didn’t have to wait long for a family—six months later, she was adopted by Cole Lensherr and Jeremy Walsh, who became her true parents in every sense.
From the beginning, Astrid was the bridge between two very different men. Cole, haunted by the abusive parenting of his foster father, was reluctant to become a father himself, afraid of repeating the past. Jeremy, on the other hand, had always dreamed of having a family, and his persistence and love eventually convinced Cole that they could raise Astrid together. Jeremy’s reassurance that Cole’s past experiences taught him how not to act as a parent helped calm his fears. Cole, though uncertain, felt a part of himself deeply wanting the connection and the chance to build something he never had.
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When they brought Astrid home, it was an emotional turning point for both of them. Cole, especially, felt an indescribable connection to Astrid, an almost primal need to protect her from all harm. In many ways, Astrid was Cole’s second chance at giving the love and protection he had been denied. He swore to himself that she would never feel the loneliness or pain he endured.
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Growing up, Astrid quickly became the center of their world, and her childhood was filled with love from not just her fathers but also a large extended family. Cole, the indulgent parent, would let her get away with almost anything, often spoiling her with gifts and granting her more freedom than Jeremy liked. Jeremy, the more grounded and responsible one, balanced out Cole’s permissiveness by teaching Astrid about accountability, respect, and making the right choices. The lessons were not lost on Cole, either—he often found himself learning right alongside his daughter. It was clear that Astrid was not just shaping her own future but also helping Cole heal from his past.
Astrid’s extended family played a massive role in her life. Her uncles and aunts adored her, often going out of their way to spend time with her and shower her with affection. Liane and Ethan were always buying her extravagant toys and clothes, making her feel like royalty. Mia and Nikolai spent hours watching Disney movies with her, sharing in her love for stories of adventure and magic. Rick’s ability to shift into his wolf form turned playtime into a magical, thrilling experience for her as a child, while Luna would strum her guitar and fill the house with music. Roch and Michelle taught Astrid the art of self-defense, despite her lack of powers. They were adamant that she could still be strong and capable without them, and Astrid took to these lessons with enthusiasm, becoming skilled with various weapons.
Despite being surrounded by love, Astrid’s teenage years brought with them a subtle shift. She began to retreat into herself, spending long hours alone in her room, immersed in books, drawing, and music. The vibrant holidays and family gatherings she had once loved now felt overwhelming, and while she still cared deeply for her family, Astrid needed space to figure herself out. It wasn’t that she stopped loving them—she just felt more comfortable in her own company, a feeling Cole understood well. Having gone through his own struggles with isolation, Cole gave Astrid the freedom to explore her solitude, always reminding her that he was there for her if she needed him. Jeremy, while more anxious about her emotional distance, respected her boundaries and tried to trust that Astrid would come to them when she was ready.
Astrid’s social circle was small. The only people she really talked to outside of her parents were her cousins, Joshua, Darelene, and Margot, Bella, George and Georgia, and Riley and Dylan. Though she was quiet and reserved, Astrid had a soft spot for babysitting her younger cousins, finding joy in their innocent energy and curiosity. Despite her more introspective nature, she loved spending time with them, feeling protective and responsible, much like her father Cole had felt toward her.
Astrid’s quiet teenage rebellion wasn’t one of defiance, but rather introspection. She wasn’t lashing out or pushing boundaries—she was simply trying to find her own identity in a large, vibrant family. There were moments when she felt like she didn’t quite fit, especially without powers, but her family’s love and support kept her grounded, even when she felt like pulling away.
Personality:
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Astrid is a mix of quiet introspection and gentle strength, shaped by both her experiences and the influences of her parents, Cole and Jeremy. On the surface, she comes off as reserved and introverted, preferring solitude over socializing. She’s the type of person who enjoys spending long hours with a book or sketchpad, getting lost in her thoughts and her art. This quietness isn't due to shyness or insecurity—Astrid knows who she is, but she finds peace in her own company. She values her alone time as a way to recharge and reflect, especially given the large, energetic family she’s a part of.
In many ways, Astrid is emotionally mature beyond her years. From a young age, she understood that love can come in many forms, whether it was the protective, slightly overindulgent love from Cole or the steady, guiding hand of Jeremy. She’s always had a deep sense of empathy, often picking up on the emotions of those around her and responding with quiet support. Astrid doesn’t need to speak loudly or offer grand gestures to show she cares—her presence alone is often enough for her family and friends to feel understood. This makes her a great listener and someone people feel comfortable confiding in, even if she isn’t quick to open up about her own feelings.
Astrid’s sense of independence is strong. As much as she loves her family, she values having her own space and identity. Growing up without powers in a family of powerful figures has given her a deep determination to prove herself. She doesn’t rely on any supernatural abilities to define her; instead, she’s become highly skilled in practical areas like self-defense, strategy, and problem-solving. Her aunts Roch and Michelle taught her how to handle herself in combat situations, and while she isn’t aggressive by nature, Astrid is capable and confident when it comes to defending herself or her loved ones.
Despite her calm exterior, Astrid has a streak of stubbornness, especially when it comes to her autonomy. She doesn’t like being pushed into things or told what to do, preferring to figure things out on her own. This can sometimes lead to quiet rebellion, where she withdraws rather than confronts issues head-on. It’s not that she’s afraid of conflict—she just prefers to handle things on her own terms and in her own time. Astrid doesn’t like to feel pressured, and this can sometimes cause tension between her and her family, especially with Jeremy, who worries more about her emotional well-being than Cole does.
Underneath her reserved nature, there’s a subtle but sharp wit. Astrid may not be the most talkative person in the room, but when she does speak, her words often carry weight. She has a dry sense of humor, and while she may not be as outwardly sarcastic as her father Cole, she shares his ability to make pointed observations or drop a quick, clever remark when the moment calls for it.
Her relationships with others are meaningful, even if she only keeps a small circle of close friends and family. She deeply values loyalty and trust, and while it might take time for her to truly open up to someone, once she does, she’s fiercely protective of them. Her close bond with her cousins is a testament to this—despite her introverted tendencies, she finds comfort in her family’s unconditional love and enjoys spending time with the younger kids, guiding them the way she was guided by her aunts and uncles.
Astrid is also a dreamer, often getting lost in her imagination. Her artistic side is an important outlet for her, allowing her to express feelings she doesn’t always put into words. Whether it’s through drawing, music, or writing, Astrid channels her emotions into creativity, giving her a quiet but powerful way to communicate. She’s the type of person who will express her love or struggles through a sketch she leaves on her father’s desk, rather than through a long conversation.
Though she prefers the sidelines, Astrid is strong in her own way, with a quiet resilience that runs deep. She may not be a loud presence, but she’s steady, reliable, and emotionally intelligent—qualities that make her the anchor of her family, even if she doesn't realize it.
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1. Collector of Vintage Books: Astrid has a secret love for collecting vintage books. She enjoys spending hours in secondhand bookstores, looking for rare editions or beautifully bound novels. Her bookshelf is full of these treasures, and each one has a special meaning to her.
2. Incredibly Skilled at Drawing: Though she keeps her art mostly to herself, Astrid is an incredibly talented artist. She loves sketching realistic portraits and fantasy creatures, often creating detailed character designs or scenes from her imagination. She uses drawing to process her emotions.
3. Loves Astronomy: Astrid has always been fascinated by the stars and the universe. She has a telescope by her window and spends late nights stargazing. Astronomy gives her a sense of peace and wonder, and she’s surprisingly knowledgeable about constellations and space-related facts.
4. Big Animal Lover: She adores animals, and despite being quiet, animals seem to gravitate toward her. Cole and Jeremy once joked about getting a family dog, but Astrid has been campaigning for a cat since she was a little girl. She would name the cat "Nebula" or "Cosmos."
5. Not a Morning Person: Astrid is definitely a night owl. She feels more alive and creative after dark and loves the quiet of nighttime. In the mornings, she’s usually groggy and not very talkative until she’s had her breakfast or coffee.
6. Fear of Heights: Despite growing up around people with extraordinary abilities, Astrid has a notable fear of heights. She tries to avoid high places or being too far off the ground, even though she knows she’s always safe with her family around.
7. Fan of Old-School Rock Music: Astrid has an old soul when it comes to music, and she loves listening to bands like Fleetwood Mac, Queen, and The Rolling Stones. She often draws while blasting these classics in her room.
8. Secretly Bakes When She’s Stressed: Astrid doesn’t talk much about it, but she’s actually pretty good at baking. When she’s feeling anxious or overwhelmed, she’ll retreat to the kitchen and make cookies, brownies, or her favorite chocolate cake.
9. Her Room is a Little Sanctuary: Astrid’s room is decorated in a minimalist, cozy style with fairy lights, soft blankets, and lots of plants. It’s her sanctuary where she feels the most comfortable, and she’s pretty picky about who she lets inside.
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Likes:
1. Reading: Astrid could spend all day curled up with a good book, especially fantasy novels or psychological thrillers. She also enjoys reading poetry and classic literature.
2. Art Supplies: She’s a sucker for high-quality art supplies, especially sketchpads and charcoal pencils. She takes her drawing hobby seriously and loves experimenting with different mediums.
3. Quiet Time: As an introvert, Astrid enjoys having quiet time to herself. Whether it’s reading, drawing, or just listening to music, she values her alone time to recharge.
4. Nighttime Walks: She loves walking under the stars or sitting outside at night, enjoying the stillness and cool air. Nighttime is her favorite time of day to reflect and unwind.
5. Animals: Especially cats. She’s gentle and caring around animals and has always wanted a pet, particularly a cat. Astrid feels a special bond with animals and enjoys their quiet companionship.
6. Old Movies & Music: She loves watching old black-and-white films and listening to classic rock music. There’s something comforting to her about the timelessness of old media.
7. Astronomy: She’s fascinated by space and loves stargazing, learning about constellations, and reading about astronomy. It gives her a sense of perspective and peace.
8. Rainy Days: Rainy days are perfect for her, as they give her an excuse to stay inside with a blanket, a book, or her sketchpad. The sound of rain helps her relax.
9. Handwritten Letters: Astrid loves the old-fashioned sentiment of handwritten letters. She keeps a collection of letters from family members and occasionally writes her own as a personal way of expressing her thoughts.
10. Coffee Shops: Astrid enjoys the calm and cozy atmosphere of coffee shops, where she can sit with a warm drink and just people-watch, sketch, or read.
Dislikes:
1. Loud, Crowded Places: Astrid isn’t a fan of big crowds or noisy environments, like parties or festivals. They overwhelm her, and she feels out of place in overly social situations.
2. Small Talk: She finds small talk awkward and unnecessary, preferring meaningful conversations or silence over forced interactions. She’s the type to avoid social gatherings just to dodge small talk.
3. Heights: Due to her fear of heights, Astrid avoids situations where she feels far from the ground. Amusement park rides, tall buildings, and even some balconies make her uncomfortable.
4. Being Pushed Into Decisions: Astrid likes taking her time to think things through and doesn’t appreciate being rushed or pressured into making decisions. She values her autonomy and independence.
5. Superficial Friendships: She doesn’t waste time on friendships that lack depth. Astrid is loyal and values strong connections, so she dislikes people who are only interested in surface-level relationships or popularity.
6. Being the Center of Attention: Astrid prefers to blend into the background rather than being in the spotlight. She finds attention overwhelming and prefers when her actions or work speak for themselves.
7. Conflict: While she’s capable of standing up for herself, Astrid dislikes unnecessary conflict or drama. She’d rather keep the peace or quietly walk away from situations that are escalating.
8. Early Mornings: Waking up early is a struggle for her. She’s much more energetic and creative at night, and mornings just aren’t her thing.
9. Injustice or Bullying: While quiet, Astrid can’t stand when people are treated unfairly or bullied. She’s the type to step in quietly but firmly to stop unfair treatment, even if it’s not directed at her.
10. Overly Sweet Food: While she enjoys baking, she doesn’t like overly sugary treats. She prefers more balanced flavors or savory snacks.
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hope you guys like her!
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gcthvile · 2 months ago
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my turn! hehe
Cole (Lensherr)
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code name - phantom
at the start of the apocalypse, cole was already cold and distrustful due to his traumatic past, working alone and seeing people as either tools or threats. as the world collapsed, he became even more ruthless and cynical, relying on his powers to stay in control. he grew to enjoy the chaos, using it to manipulate and betray others for his benefit. over time, the apocalypse amplified his belief that trust is a weakness, and he fully embraced his dark, independent nature, thriving in the destruction around him.
cole is the wildcard, someone no one can fully trust but everyone needs in a pinch. he thrives in the ruin of society, where his powers make him a near-unstoppable force.
unlike others who form fragile alliances for survival, cole is a lone wolf, more likely to exploit others’ desperation than offer genuine help. his background as a witch hunter, manipulated by jason, only hardened him further, making him cynical toward any type of unity or friendship.
in this fractured world, cole often shows up unexpectedly, taking out enemies with brutal efficiency. he might toy with others' hopes, feigning cooperation only to turn the tables and leave them in danger.
his powers - telekinesis - cole can move and control objects with his mind, whether to attack, defend, or manipulate his environment. illusion - he creates convincing false images or realities to deceive enemies or hide his true intentions. enchantment - can imbue objects or people with magical properties, enhancing them or placing curses. summoning - he can call forth creatures or entities to fight for him, adding to his chaotic unpredictability. necromancy - has the power to raise the dead, either as allies or tools to strike fear into opponents. teleportation - he can instantly move from one location to another, making him almost impossible to trap or catch. transformation - cole can alter his physical form or the forms of others, using it to gain an advantage in different situations. energy manipulation - he controls and shapes raw energy, using it offensively or defensively, whether through blasts, shields, or enhancements, he is nearly impossible to corner or defeat, making him a dangerous and unpredictable figure in this crumbling society.
cole has no loyalty, no master, and no team. his ruthlessness keeps others wary, as any alliance with him is temporary and could end in betrayal. he might trick others into doing his dirty work, using his charm and wit to manipulate situations before vanishing, leaving others to face the fallout. his sarcasm and brooding nature keep people at arm’s length, as he finds it easier to stay detached.
his ultimate goal remains a mystery, but for now, he seems content in watching the world burn, making sure he stays on top. if someone does manage to break through his defenses, they might find a complex and broken person, but they should be prepared—cole doesn’t allow weakness to live long in his world.
Ethan Lensherr
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codename - haven
raised by erik and charles, ethan learned to harness his vast powers through a balance of offense and defense.
erik instilled in him a sense of caution and the ability to act violently when necessary, while charles taught him compassion and the importance of understanding others.
powers - with a wide array of abilities, including reality manipulation, astral projection, and healing, ethan can defend his friends while also possessing the means to confront threats directly.
in a world where survival often trumps morality, ethan serves as the moral compass for his group. his upbringing by erik and charles allows him to balance caution with compassion. he encourages others to remember their humanity and make ethical choices, even when faced with tough decisions. he often speaks up against brutality, advocating for solutions that preserve life rather than destroy it.
with his healing abilities, ethan takes on the role of a protector. he tends to the wounded and offers support to those suffering, both physically and emotionally. in a world filled with chaos, his caring nature helps to maintain morale within the group. he uses his healing powers strategically, prioritizing those who are essential for the group's survival, while also learning to conserve his energy for when he really needs to intervene.
trained by erik and charles, ethan has a unique blend of offensive and defensive skills. in battle, he can use concussive blasts and elemental manipulation to fend off attackers while employing force fields and healing to protect and support his allies. his telepathy allows him to communicate silently, coordinating strategies without alerting enemies.
ethan's understanding and compassionate nature enable him to build alliances with other survivor groups, often acting as the bridge between different factions. he believes that collaboration is essential for survival, and he works to foster trust and cooperation.
ethan often negotiates peace between conflicting parties, utilizing his skills to defuse potentially violent situations.
with powers like portal creation, ethan takes on the role of an explorer. he can scout dangerous areas without putting himself in harm’s way, gathering intelligence on enemy movements or resource locations.
despite his kindness, ethan struggles with the violent tendencies instilled in him by erik. as he witnesses the horrors of the apocalypse, he grapples with the fine line between protecting his loved ones and losing his own humanity.
ethan embodies hope in a world that often feels hopeless. he encourages others to believe in a better future and acts as a source of inspiration. his presence can uplift spirits and galvanize others to fight against the despair of the apocalypse.
who's next? ^^
@missstrawbs2001 @jackiequick @blueboirick @aidanxsophxoxo @meiramel @purpleprincessonfyre @ask-missparker @askstevella @therealdaydreamstark @rickb-chaos @luna-d-marsh
Apocalyptic AU ⛓️📻🧬
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- Lt. Amelia Morse (Morozov)
Code name ~ Tempest/Huntingbird
Niece of Captain Lance Hunter and Mockingbird within the rebellion against the Villains of The Empire City
Child of a divorced couples :(
Many families and friends were left behind or gone, others stayed with her at home. She has plenty of memorabilia and books to keep herself rescued. Such as the jewelry she wears.
Always wearing her earbuds, favorite black jacket, combat boots and leggings. Often carrying a handheld camera and gun in her pocket.
Abilities — Pathokinesis ~ The power to sense and perceive the emotions of others.
Amelia is often seen as reluctant, resourceful and willing to take the leap to make sure that everyone is safe. Despite that she’s kindhearted, patient, generous, witty and passionate on occasion.
Even if she is seem like a respectable strong young woman to many, she is often an over thinker and panics easily, if something happens incorrectly. Which leads to her bitting her nails and shifting uncomfortably among peers, if she’s nervous.
When she’s not on the field collecting items, scratching up folks into alleyways so they get caught and exploring new areas to find resources/refigure a better way—she’s at the bunker resting up.
At the bunker she’s sharing stories, stocking up on food and other medicine just in case.
Making sure everyone is alright and feeling comfortable, as she makes sure blankets and beds are available, turning on old TVs for entertainment.
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— I might add more later who know?
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Who’s next? ⚙️
-> Tags: @ask-starrk @missstrawbs2001 @purpleprincessonfyre @wizzzardofoz @thechoooooosenone @rickb-chaos @luna-d-marsh @marvelsfavoriteuncle @elzabeth-stark @sci-fi-lexcon @jackiequick @blueboirick @gcthvile @aidanxsophxoxo @meiramel @trulysummersprivate and etc
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gcthvile · 2 months ago
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my turn! hehe
Cole (Lensherr)
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code name - phantom
at the start of the apocalypse, cole was already cold and distrustful due to his traumatic past, working alone and seeing people as either tools or threats. as the world collapsed, he became even more ruthless and cynical, relying on his powers to stay in control. he grew to enjoy the chaos, using it to manipulate and betray others for his benefit. over time, the apocalypse amplified his belief that trust is a weakness, and he fully embraced his dark, independent nature, thriving in the destruction around him.
cole is the wildcard, someone no one can fully trust but everyone needs in a pinch. he thrives in the ruin of society, where his powers make him a near-unstoppable force.
unlike others who form fragile alliances for survival, cole is a lone wolf, more likely to exploit others’ desperation than offer genuine help. his background as a witch hunter, manipulated by jason, only hardened him further, making him cynical toward any type of unity or friendship.
in this fractured world, cole often shows up unexpectedly, taking out enemies with brutal efficiency. he might toy with others' hopes, feigning cooperation only to turn the tables and leave them in danger.
his powers - telekinesis - cole can move and control objects with his mind, whether to attack, defend, or manipulate his environment. illusion - he creates convincing false images or realities to deceive enemies or hide his true intentions. enchantment - can imbue objects or people with magical properties, enhancing them or placing curses. summoning - he can call forth creatures or entities to fight for him, adding to his chaotic unpredictability. necromancy - has the power to raise the dead, either as allies or tools to strike fear into opponents. teleportation - he can instantly move from one location to another, making him almost impossible to trap or catch. transformation - cole can alter his physical form or the forms of others, using it to gain an advantage in different situations. energy manipulation - he controls and shapes raw energy, using it offensively or defensively, whether through blasts, shields, or enhancements, he is nearly impossible to corner or defeat, making him a dangerous and unpredictable figure in this crumbling society.
cole has no loyalty, no master, and no team. his ruthlessness keeps others wary, as any alliance with him is temporary and could end in betrayal. he might trick others into doing his dirty work, using his charm and wit to manipulate situations before vanishing, leaving others to face the fallout. his sarcasm and brooding nature keep people at arm’s length, as he finds it easier to stay detached.
his ultimate goal remains a mystery, but for now, he seems content in watching the world burn, making sure he stays on top. if someone does manage to break through his defenses, they might find a complex and broken person, but they should be prepared—cole doesn’t allow weakness to live long in his world.
Ethan Lensherr
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codename - haven
raised by erik and charles, ethan learned to harness his vast powers through a balance of offense and defense.
erik instilled in him a sense of caution and the ability to act violently when necessary, while charles taught him compassion and the importance of understanding others.
powers - with a wide array of abilities, including reality manipulation, astral projection, and healing, ethan can defend his friends while also possessing the means to confront threats directly.
in a world where survival often trumps morality, ethan serves as the moral compass for his group. his upbringing by erik and charles allows him to balance caution with compassion. he encourages others to remember their humanity and make ethical choices, even when faced with tough decisions. he often speaks up against brutality, advocating for solutions that preserve life rather than destroy it.
with his healing abilities, ethan takes on the role of a protector. he tends to the wounded and offers support to those suffering, both physically and emotionally. in a world filled with chaos, his caring nature helps to maintain morale within the group. he uses his healing powers strategically, prioritizing those who are essential for the group's survival, while also learning to conserve his energy for when he really needs to intervene.
trained by erik and charles, ethan has a unique blend of offensive and defensive skills. in battle, he can use concussive blasts and elemental manipulation to fend off attackers while employing force fields and healing to protect and support his allies. his telepathy allows him to communicate silently, coordinating strategies without alerting enemies.
ethan's understanding and compassionate nature enable him to build alliances with other survivor groups, often acting as the bridge between different factions. he believes that collaboration is essential for survival, and he works to foster trust and cooperation.
ethan often negotiates peace between conflicting parties, utilizing his skills to defuse potentially violent situations.
with powers like portal creation, ethan takes on the role of an explorer. he can scout dangerous areas without putting himself in harm’s way, gathering intelligence on enemy movements or resource locations.
despite his kindness, ethan struggles with the violent tendencies instilled in him by erik. as he witnesses the horrors of the apocalypse, he grapples with the fine line between protecting his loved ones and losing his own humanity.
ethan embodies hope in a world that often feels hopeless. he encourages others to believe in a better future and acts as a source of inspiration. his presence can uplift spirits and galvanize others to fight against the despair of the apocalypse.
who's next? ^^
@missstrawbs2001 @jackiequick @blueboirick @aidanxsophxoxo @meiramel @purpleprincessonfyre @ask-missparker @askstevella @therealdaydreamstark @rickb-chaos @luna-d-marsh
Apocalyptic AU ⛓️📻🧬
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- Lt. Amelia Morse (Morozov)
Code name ~ Tempest/Huntingbird
Niece of Captain Lance Hunter and Mockingbird within the rebellion against the Villains of The Empire City
Child of a divorced couples :(
Many families and friends were left behind or gone, others stayed with her at home. She has plenty of memorabilia and books to keep herself rescued. Such as the jewelry she wears.
Always wearing her earbuds, favorite black jacket, combat boots and leggings. Often carrying a handheld camera and gun in her pocket.
Abilities — Pathokinesis ~ The power to sense and perceive the emotions of others.
Amelia is often seen as reluctant, resourceful and willing to take the leap to make sure that everyone is safe. Despite that she’s kindhearted, patient, generous, witty and passionate on occasion.
Even if she is seem like a respectable strong young woman to many, she is often an over thinker and panics easily, if something happens incorrectly. Which leads to her bitting her nails and shifting uncomfortably among peers, if she’s nervous.
When she’s not on the field collecting items, scratching up folks into alleyways so they get caught and exploring new areas to find resources/refigure a better way—she’s at the bunker resting up.
At the bunker she’s sharing stories, stocking up on food and other medicine just in case.
Making sure everyone is alright and feeling comfortable, as she makes sure blankets and beds are available, turning on old TVs for entertainment.
——
— I might add more later who know?
————
Who’s next? ⚙️
-> Tags: @ask-starrk @missstrawbs2001 @purpleprincessonfyre @wizzzardofoz @thechoooooosenone @rickb-chaos @luna-d-marsh @marvelsfavoriteuncle @elzabeth-stark @sci-fi-lexcon @jackiequick @blueboirick @gcthvile @aidanxsophxoxo @meiramel @trulysummersprivate and etc
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gcthvile · 3 months ago
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Jasper Warrington - A Bridgerton OC
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Face claim: Tom Sturridge
Name: Viscount Jasper Warrington
Age: 28
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Jasper carries a quiet intensity about him, with dark, soulful eyes and sharp features that exude mystery. His dark, tousled hair gives him a slightly unpolished edge, contrasting with the expected polished look of the ton. Despite this, he always dresses impeccably, preferring understated but expensive attire—tailored suits in dark tones, with minimal embellishment. His expression often seems contemplative, as though his mind is elsewhere, giving him an air of aloofness that intrigues those around him.
Personality: Jasper is reserved and calculating, a man of few words, but when he speaks, it’s with purpose and intellect. He’s known for his sharp wit and dry humor, often surprising others with his cutting remarks. Beneath his composed exterior, there’s a certain intensity—an inner turmoil that he hides from the world. He’s loyal to his family but has a complicated relationship with his title, seeing the viscountcy more as a burden than a privilege.
He is a protector, both of his family and estate, and though he may appear aloof, he cares deeply for those in his circle. His sense of duty drives him, but there’s always a lingering sense that he’s searching for something more, something deeper in life. This makes him less interested in the social niceties of the ton, though he fulfills his duties with grace when required.
Backstory:
Jasper inherited the title of viscount at a young age after his father’s sudden death. This forced him into a role he wasn’t fully prepared for, leaving him with a heavy sense of responsibility. He’s spent years managing his family’s estate, Warrington Hall, and ensuring that his siblings are well cared for. His mother, Lady Warrington, is a social butterfly who insists on maintaining the family's status, pushing Jasper into the spotlight even when he would rather be left alone.
In the years since, he’s become somewhat of an enigma in high society. He’s been courted by many, but remains unattached, gaining a reputation as a distant, unattainable bachelor. There’s speculation about his past—some say he had his heart broken once, others that he’s simply too consumed by his duties. In truth, he feels out of place in the glittering world of balls and gossip, more at home in his estate’s library or overseeing his lands.
Quirks:
Jasper is an avid reader, particularly of philosophy and poetry, which fuels his introspective nature.
He has a habit of disappearing for long walks on his estate, where he finds peace in solitude.
Despite his detached demeanor, Jasper is a skilled dancer, though he rarely partakes unless forced.
Fun Facts about Jasper:
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1. Secret Poet: Jasper has a hidden talent for poetry, often writing verses in the quiet of his library. He enjoys capturing his thoughts and emotions in words, although he keeps this hobby private, fearing it would be seen as too vulnerable for a viscount.
2. Expert Horseman: He is an exceptional rider and spends much of his free time horseback riding across the estate. This is one of the few activities that brings him genuine joy and allows him to escape the pressures of his title.
3. Passionate Gardener: Jasper has a fascination with horticulture and tends to a secret garden on the estate where he cultivates rare flowers and herbs. This pastime provides him with a sense of peace and fulfillment away from social obligations.
4. Collector of Curiosities: He has a growing collection of curiosities, such as rare books, maps, and trinkets from his travels. Each item has a story that he enjoys sharing with those he trusts, though most of society remains unaware of this side of him.
5. Master of Disguise: Jasper has a penchant for disguising himself to sneak out of the estate and explore the nearby village. He relishes the freedom of being just another man instead of a viscount, enjoying the thrill of anonymity.
6. History Buff: He has a deep interest in history, particularly the histories of noble families in England. This knowledge often comes in handy during social gatherings, where he can discuss lineage and heritage with ease.
7. Chess Enthusiast: He is an avid chess player, often playing matches against himself to hone his strategic thinking. He finds the game to be a great mental exercise and enjoys the challenge of outsmarting an opponent.
8.. Lover of Music: Jasper secretly enjoys playing the piano and often composes melodies inspired by his poetry. While he doesn’t perform in public, he finds solace in music and often plays during quiet evenings at home.
9. Animal Lover: He has a soft spot for animals, particularly dogs. Jasper has a loyal hound that accompanies him on walks and serves as a comforting presence during lonely times.
Likes and Dislikes:
Likes:
1. Nature: Jasper enjoys spending time outdoors, whether it's riding his horse through the estate or tending to his secret garden. Nature provides him with a sense of peace and a break from societal pressures.
2. Literature: He has a passion for reading, especially classic literature and poetry. He often loses himself in books, finding inspiration and solace in the written word.
3. Quiet Evenings: Jasper prefers quiet evenings at home, where he can indulge in his hobbies, such as writing poetry or playing the piano. These moments allow him to recharge away from the bustling social scene.
4. Intellectual Conversations: He enjoys engaging in deep discussions about philosophy, history, and art. Jasper appreciates people who challenge his thoughts and offer different perspectives.
5. Animals: Jasper loves animals, particularly dogs. He finds comfort in their companionship and enjoys taking long walks with his hound.
6. Art: He appreciates art, especially landscapes and portraits that capture emotion. Jasper often visits galleries and enjoys learning about different artists and their works.
7. Travel: He has a desire to explore new places and experience different cultures, though his responsibilities often keep him at home. He dreams of traveling to Italy and France to see the art and history he admires.
Dislikes:
1. Superficiality: Jasper has little patience for shallow conversations and those who prioritize status over substance. He prefers genuine connections and dislikes the pretentiousness often found in high society.
2. Social Expectations: He resents the pressure to conform to societal norms and expectations, particularly when it comes to marriage and networking. This pressure makes him feel trapped.
3. Conflict: Jasper dislikes confrontations and avoids them whenever possible. He prefers to resolve issues through calm discussion rather than heated arguments.
4. Overindulgence: He has little tolerance for excessive behavior, whether it's lavish parties or ostentatious displays of wealth. Jasper values moderation and simplicity.
5. Manipulation: Jasper dislikes those who manipulate others for personal gain, whether in business or relationships. He believes in honesty and integrity, which makes him wary of deceitful individuals.
6. Disrespect: He cannot stand rudeness or disrespect towards others, especially those in lower social standings. Jasper values kindness and fairness in all interactions.
7. Being the Center of Attention: Despite his title, Jasper prefers to stay out of the spotlight. He finds large gatherings overwhelming and would rather blend in than be the focal point.
8. Neglecting Responsibilities: He is frustrated by those who fail to take their duties seriously, whether in family, society, or work. Jasper believes in accountability and often feels burdened by his own responsibilities.
Family
Lady Warrington (Mother):
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Name: Lady Helena Warrington
Personality: Lady Helena is the epitome of grace, poise, and determination. She thrives in high society and is known for her sharp mind and exceptional skill at maneuvering through the complex social circles of the ton. After the death of her husband, she took it upon herself to uphold the family’s reputation and push her children toward advantageous matches.
Relationship with Jasper: While Lady Warrington loves her son deeply, there is a certain distance between them. She has high expectations for Jasper, believing that his role as viscount comes with obligations—both to the family and to society. She wants him to marry well and is constantly urging him to take a more active role in the social scene. Jasper, in turn, respects his mother, but their relationship is strained by their differing views on duty and personal happiness. Lady Helena often wishes he would embrace his position more enthusiastically and find joy in the social graces that she values so much.
Deceased Father (Former Viscount):
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Name: Viscount Thomas Warrington
Personality and Legacy: Thomas was a man of honor and duty, widely respected for his leadership and the way he managed the family estate. He was strict but fair, and his sudden death left a heavy weight on Jasper’s shoulders, as Jasper was thrust into the role of viscount without much preparation. Though he was not emotionally close to his children, his presence was commanding, and Jasper has always felt the pressure of living up to his father’s legacy.
Impact on Jasper: The death of his father is one of the main reasons for Jasper’s aloofness and serious nature. He was forced to grow up quickly and take on responsibilities before he was ready, leading to his more somber outlook on life. Jasper often feels like he’s living in his father’s shadow, constantly measuring himself against the man who left such big shoes to fill.
Siblings:
1. Isabel Warrington (Younger Sister):
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Age: 22
Personality: Isabel is the opposite of Jasper—bright, lively, and eager to enjoy everything society has to offer. She’s charming and outgoing, a favorite at balls and social events. Despite her lighthearted demeanor, Isabel is intelligent and capable of holding her own in the intricate social games of the ton. She has a strong relationship with their mother and enjoys being involved in the family’s social ambitions.
Relationship with Jasper: Isabel and Jasper have a close, though sometimes tense, sibling relationship. She often feels smothered by his protectiveness and sense of duty, and while she loves him, she doesn’t fully understand his reluctance to embrace the life they’ve been given. Jasper, on the other hand, feels it’s his responsibility to keep her from making impulsive decisions, leading to occasional clashes between the two. Despite their differences, Jasper admires Isabel’s courage and independence, even if he doesn’t always show it.
2. Edward Warrington (Younger Brother):
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Age: 19
Personality: Edward is still coming into his own, balancing the expectations of his title with the desire to live a more carefree life. He’s more easygoing than Jasper and prefers not to take life too seriously. Edward is charming, quick-witted, and occasionally reckless, often getting into trouble or shirking his responsibilities. He has a mischievous streak, which can cause tension with Jasper, who views him as too cavalier.
Relationship with Jasper: Jasper often feels like he’s acting as both a brother and father figure to Edward, which creates tension. Jasper’s strictness and high expectations frustrate Edward, who wants to carve his own path and resist the pressure of becoming a "perfect" gentleman. However, Edward deeply respects his brother’s intelligence and strength, even if he’s too stubborn to admit it. Jasper, meanwhile, is protective of Edward but struggles to show affection, often masking his concern with stern lectures.
Family Estate (Warrington Hall):
The family’s ancestral home, Warrington Hall, is a sprawling estate with vast lands, gardens, and stables. It’s where Jasper feels most at peace, away from the pressures of society. He has a deep connection to the land and the people who work it, often spending time overseeing the estate’s operations personally. To him, the estate represents the heart of his family’s legacy and his duty as viscount. For Lady Warrington and Isabel, it’s a symbol of their status, while Edward sees it as more of a burden, wanting to escape the weight of such responsibility.
Family Dynamics:
The Warringtons are well-respected and well-established in high society. Known for their generational wealth and prominence, they have no financial struggles, which makes them influential within the ton. Lady Warrington is constantly trying to elevate their status further by encouraging Jasper to make influential connections, especially through marriage.
Their wealth is significant, ensuring they live comfortably without the need for Jasper to worry about the estate’s finances. Instead, Jasper’s concern is more about maintaining their legacy and upholding the family’s reputation.
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Eira Skadi
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Name: Eira Skadi
Date of Birth: December 21st
Age: 23
Height: 5'7" (170 cm)
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Eira is calm, introspective, and sometimes seen as cold and aloof, reflecting the nature of her powers. Despite this, she has a compassionate heart and a deep sense of responsibility. She struggles with finding her place in the world, as her abilities often set her apart from others, making her feel like an outsider.
Affiliations: Initially a loner, Eira eventually comes into contact with other heroes after being targeted by a faction of Frost Giants who believe she is a reincarnation of one of their ancient queens. She finds herself allied with Thor and Loki, as well as mutants like Iceman, with whom she shares a kinship due to their similar abilities.
Background: Eira Skadi was born in a small town in Norway, where the legends of frost giants and Norse gods still loom large. As a child, she exhibited a strange resistance to cold, but her true abilities didn't manifest until she was caught in a severe snowstorm during a mountain hike. Miraculously surviving, she discovered she could control and generate ice, much like the mythical jotuns from Asgardian lore.
Powers:
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Cryokinesis: Eira can generate and manipulate ice and cold, creating anything from delicate snowflakes to massive ice structures. She can freeze objects with a touch or project blasts of icy wind and shards.
Temperature Control: She can lower the temperature in her immediate vicinity, creating localized blizzards or freezing mists that obscure visibility and hinder movement.
Ice Armor: Eira can coat herself in a protective layer of ice, making her more resilient to physical and energy attacks.
Glacial Constructs: She can create detailed and complex ice constructs, such as weapons, shields, or even animated ice creatures to fight alongside her
Potential Villains/Enemies:
Frost Giants: Some believe Eira is destined to lead them in a new era of conquest.
Cryo: A scientist who seeks to replicate Eira’s powers through technology and genetic manipulation, leading to the creation of powerful cryo-soldiers.
The Wraith of Winter: An ancient, malevolent spirit of winter that possesses people to spread cold and despair.
Eira’s Story Arc
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1. Origin of Frost
Eira Skadi grows up in a small Norwegian town, where she’s always felt out of place. She’s known for being a little odd—never getting cold and always drawn to the snow and ice. One day, while hiking in the mountains, she gets caught in a sudden, brutal snowstorm. Stranded and close to freezing to death, she instinctively unleashes a blast of ice from her hands, creating a shelter of ice around herself. Shocked but relieved to be alive, she realizes she’s not just resistant to the cold—she can control it.
After this incident, Eira starts experimenting with her abilities, trying to keep them hidden. She thinks she might be a mutant, but her powers seem more magical than anything else. Things take a turn when she’s ambushed by a group of Frost Giants who break into her home. They’re not there to hurt her but to take her back with them, claiming she’s the key to restoring their lost realm. Freaked out, she barely escapes with the help of a teleporting spell from a mysterious ally who later reveals himself as Loki.
2. Finding Herself
Loki, intrigued by her abilities, takes her to Asgard, where she meets Thor and the other Asgardians. She learns that her powers come from a connection to the Heart of Ymir, a powerful artifact tied to the original frost giant, Ymir. It turns out the Heart of Ymir amplifies cryokinetic abilities, and the Frost Giants believe that Eira, being born on Midgard, is the perfect vessel to wield it.
Thor, seeing the potential danger, offers to help Eira learn to control her powers before the Frost Giants can use her as a weapon. Eira trains in Asgard, struggling to harness her abilities without letting them overwhelm her. She feels out of place among the gods and warriors of Asgard but finds a friend in Loki, who, despite his teasing, understands what it’s like to feel like an outsider.
3. The Frostbound War
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While Eira is learning to control her powers, Skorri, a rogue Asgardian warlord, discovers the existence of the Heart of Ymir. He believes he can use Eira’s connection to the Heart to create a new era of winter that will allow him to conquer both Midgard and Asgard. He attacks Asgard with a group of Frost Giants loyal to him, aiming to capture Eira and the Heart.
Eira, who’s still struggling with her abilities, feels responsible for the chaos Skorri is causing. She decides to fight back, joining Thor and the Avengers in a desperate battle to protect both realms. Despite being new to heroics, she proves herself in the fight, using her powers to hold back Skorri’s forces and even turning the tide of battle with a massive ice storm that helps the heroes defeat him.
This victory, however, comes at a cost. Eira has pushed herself to the limit, and in doing so, she inadvertently taps into the Heart’s power, causing a temporary rift between Midgard and the realm of the Frost Giants. Seeing the destruction she’s capable of, she’s left terrified of her own abilities.
4. Internal Struggles
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After the war, Eira returns to Earth, feeling more lost than ever. She isolates herself in a remote area, scared that if she loses control again, she could cause even more harm. During this time, she struggles with intense feelings of guilt and fear, wondering if she’s more of a weapon than a person.
It’s only when Iceman, a mutant with similar abilities, tracks her down that she starts to come out of her shell. He shares his own experiences with controlling his powers and offers to help her. With his support and guidance, Eira starts to gain confidence again, slowly coming to terms with her abilities. They even go on a few small missions together, helping out when extreme weather situations arise.
Despite this progress, Eira is still haunted by what she saw in the Heart of Ymir—visions of herself as a powerful, almost god-like being capable of reshaping entire realms. She fears that no matter how much she tries to do good, she’s destined to become a threat.
5. Acceptance
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In the final act of her story, Eira is forced to confront her worst fears when the Frost Giants, now leaderless after Skorri’s defeat, attempt to use the Heart of Ymir to open a permanent gateway between Midgard and their realm. Knowing she’s the only one who can stop them, Eira teams up with the Avengers and Asgardians once more.
During the battle, she finally accepts that her powers are a part of her and not something to fear. Drawing on the full potential of her abilities, she manages to seal the rift between the realms and neutralize the Heart of Ymir, preventing anyone from using it again. In doing so, she risks losing her powers entirely, but instead, she emerges stronger and more in control than ever.
Having finally come to terms with who she is, Eira decides to stay on Earth but maintain her connections with Asgard. She becomes a bridge between the two worlds, helping both Asgardians and Midgardians understand and cooperate with each other. She’s still figuring out where she belongs, but she knows now that she doesn’t have to be defined by her past or her powers.
Hobbies and Interests:
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1. Ice Sculpting: Given her powers, Eira naturally gravitates toward creating intricate ice sculptures. It started as a way to practice fine control over her abilities, but she found it calming and expressive. She enjoys crafting everything from small, delicate figures to large, elaborate structures. It’s her way of channeling her creativity and finding beauty in her powers.
2. Mountain Hiking: Eira grew up in a mountainous region and loves the outdoors. Hiking helps her clear her mind and reconnect with nature. She feels a sense of peace and freedom in high, snowy places where her powers feel most natural.
3. Learning Norse Mythology: Since discovering her connection to the Asgardian world, Eira has become fascinated with Norse myths and legends. She reads up on ancient tales, trying to understand her place in this larger cosmic story and learn more about the beings she might encounter.
4. Cooking and Baking: Eira finds cooking and baking to be a comforting, grounding activity. She’s especially good at making Norwegian comfort foods like kjøttkaker (meatballs) and skillingsboller (cinnamon rolls). It’s a way for her to stay connected to her roots and share a piece of her heritage with her new friends.
5. Music and Guitar Playing: Eira enjoys listening to music, particularly instrumental and folk music that reminds her of home. She’s also been learning to play the guitar, finding it a soothing way to unwind. While she’s not aiming to be a performer, she likes playing simple tunes that match the mood of the snowy landscapes she loves.
6. Meditation and Yoga: To help with her powers and the anxiety they sometimes bring, Eira practices meditation and yoga. It helps her center herself and keep her emotions in check, which is crucial for maintaining control over her abilities.
Likes and Dislikes
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Likes:
1. Snowy Landscapes: Eira feels most at home in cold, snowy environments. She loves the stillness and beauty of a snow-covered forest or a quiet winter’s night. It’s where she feels most connected to herself and her powers.
2. Hot Chocolate: One of her favorite indulgences, especially after spending time in the cold. She has a particular fondness for rich, creamy hot chocolate with a hint of spice.
3. Winter Fashion: Eira has a soft spot for cozy sweaters, scarves, and boots. She enjoys dressing in layers and often incorporates her love of winter into her style.
4. Quiet Moments: Whether it’s a quiet evening alone or a peaceful walk in the snow, Eira values calm and solitude. It’s a chance for her to reflect and recharge.
5. Northern Lights: Eira is captivated by the beauty of the aurora borealis. Watching the lights dance across the sky gives her a sense of wonder and connection to the world.
6. Old Stories and Legends: Eira enjoys reading old myths and legends, especially those that touch on the nature of ice and cold. She finds them both fascinating and, sometimes, a little comforting.
Dislikes:
1. Overcrowded Places: Eira feels uncomfortable in busy, crowded environments. The noise and chaos make it hard for her to focus, and she worries about accidentally losing control of her powers.
2. Hot Weather: Eira struggles with heat. It makes her feel drained and disconnected from her abilities. She avoids warm climates as much as possible.
3. Being Misunderstood: One of her biggest fears is being seen as a threat or a freak because of her powers. She dislikes when people judge her without trying to understand her or when they only see her for her abilities and not who she is.
4. Conflict: Eira prefers to avoid unnecessary confrontations. While she can defend herself and others when needed, she dislikes fighting and the chaos it brings.
5. Being Pressured: Eira hates being pushed into things she’s not comfortable with, whether it’s using her powers in ways she’s unsure of or being forced into the spotlight. She values her independence and hates feeling like she has no choice.
6. Dishonesty and Betrayal: Eira values trust and honesty, and she finds it hard to forgive people who lie to or deceive her. She’s had to deal with enough uncertainty in her life and values genuine connections.
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the funny part is that i was planning on making evie his love interest so this fits them pretty much.
Hayden - A Disney's Descendants OC
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Haden was born into a world where shadows loom large and legacies are hard to escape. As the son of Hades and Maleficent, his early years were marked by the absence of his father, who was preoccupied with his own fiery domain. This absence cast a long shadow over Haden's upbringing, leaving him to contend with the fiery legacy of Hades while navigating a life overshadowed by his older sister Mal's strong presence.
From a young age, Haden was a tempestuous blend of his parents’ qualities. His hair, a striking combination of brown fading into blue at the tips, was a visual reminder of his father's influence, even as he wrestled with his own identity. His demeanor mirrored the sarcastic, snarky edge of Hades, a trait that often put him at odds with others, including his sister Mal. While Mal focused on making her own path and fitting in with the VKs, Haden struggled with his anger issues and felt the weight of living up to his father’s infamous reputation.
Haden's fierce personality was both his greatest asset and his biggest challenge. He could be a loyal ally in battle and a force to be reckoned with, but his quick temper and tendency towards sarcasm made it hard for him to form lasting friendships. Despite these struggles, he found a sense of belonging among the VKs who appreciated his unique skills and fierce loyalty.
On the Isle of the Lost, Haden's life was tough. With his father Hades absent and his mother Maleficent focused on her own schemes, Haden often felt ignored. His fiery temper and sarcastic attitude didn’t help him fit in easily.
He was known for his sharp wit and strong abilities, though his anger sometimes got him into trouble. He had a complicated relationship with his sister Mal, who was more strategic compared to his impulsive nature.
Unexpected news
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Maleficent paced furiously in her dark, cluttered lair on the Isle of the Lost. Her eyes narrowed as she listened to the announcement echoing through the magical crystal ball.
“Ben, the son of Belle and Beast, is giving five children from the Isle of the Lost a chance to live in Auradon,” the voice from the ball repeated, “Carlos, Jay, Evie, Mal, and Haden will be chosen to leave the Isle and join the new world.”
Maleficent’s expression shifted from surprise to fury. She turned sharply to her children, who stood in the shadows of the lair. Mal, looking both shocked and apprehensive, met her mother’s gaze. Haden, his face a mix of excitement and anxiety, stood next to her.
“This is a joke, right?” Mal demanded, trying to make sense of the news. “We’re actually being given a chance to leave?”
“It’s no joke,” Maleficent snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. “Ben, the so-called ‘king-in-training,’ is trying to clean up his precious Auradon by taking us out of the picture. But he’s made a grave mistake.”
Maleficent’s eyes gleamed with a cold, calculating light. “If we want to take advantage of this opportunity, we need to act quickly. I want you all to get me the Fairy Godmother’s wand.”
“Why do you need the wand?” Haden asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and defiance.
“To break the barrier,” Maleficent said with a dark smile. “If we free ourselves from this cursed Isle, I can take over Auradon and show them the true power of a villain!”
Mal and Haden exchanged glances, both understanding the gravity of the task. Despite their own mixed feelings about leaving the Isle, they knew they had little choice but to follow their mother’s orders.
“Get ready,” Maleficent commanded. “You have a lot to do before you set foot in Auradon.
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Life at Auradon
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When Haden arrived at Auradon Prep, everything felt way too perfect. The other kids were always polite and polished, which drove him crazy. He felt out of place and frustrated by the perfectness around him.
One big adjustment was dealing with magic. Back on the Isle, magic was a no-go, but in Auradon, it was everywhere. Haden’s hair would glow blue whenever he got angry, which made him even more self-conscious and irritated.
To cope, Haden started playing pranks on the Auradon students. He loved messing with their orderly lives—switching their stuff around, setting up harmless tricks, and mocking their perfect manners. It was his way of dealing with how uncomfortable and out of place he felt.
Despite his rebellious streak, Haden found some comfort with the VKs. They were the only ones who really understood him. Over time, Haden began to accept that while he might never fully fit in, he could still be himself and find his own way in Auradon.
Over time, Haden started to see Auradon in a new light. At first, he resented the perfectness of the place, but as he spent more time there, he began to appreciate the calm and order it offered. It wasn’t just about fitting in; he started to genuinely like the more positive environment.
Haden wasn’t alone in his change of heart. The other VKs—Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay—also felt the shift. They all decided to embrace the new opportunities Auradon offered and work on becoming better versions of themselves.
One surprising development for Haden was his growing interest in music. He was introduced to the guitar, and then tried his hand at the piano. To his surprise, he found he had a pretty decent singing voice too. Music became a way for him to express himself and connect with others in a positive way.
Eventually, Haden joined the music club at Auradon Prep. It was a new experience that allowed him to channel his energy creatively and find a place where he truly felt at home.
Back home
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As Mal adjusted to her new life as Ben’s girlfriend, Haden noticed her growing discomfort. While Mal tried to fit into her princess role, Haden also grappled with his place in Auradon. Even though he was happier than before, something still didn’t feel right to him.
When Mal confided in her friends—Evie, Carlos, and Jay—about her issues, Haden sympathized with her struggles. He admitted to Mal that he was also having trouble adapting to the “perfect” world of Auradon. While he was grateful for the opportunities and the calm environment, he still felt out of place and disconnected.
Mal’s use of a spell to change her hair color and her attempts to maintain a princess-like image made her increasingly uncomfortable. When Ben found out about the magic, it led to a major confrontation. Mal’s insecurities came to light, and she ended up in a heated argument with Ben, causing a rift in their relationship.
Seeing how distressed Mal was and feeling similarly unsettled himself, Haden decided to accompany her when she chose to return to the Isle of the Lost. Despite the Isle’s harsh conditions, Haden felt a sense of familiarity there. The Isle had changed in their absence, now ruled by Uma, the daughter of Ursula, with Harry and Gil, the sons of Captain Hook and Gaston, also making their mark.
Haden’s return to the Isle was a mix of old and new challenges. He had to navigate the new power dynamics while dealing with his own feelings of displacement. The Isle, with its new rulers and evolving atmosphere, offered a different kind of challenge for Haden and Mal as they tried to reconcile their past with their present.
Reunion with the past
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Haden was leaning against the edge of the docks, absently fiddling with a rusty piece of metal. The sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention, and he looked up to see Harry swaggering towards him with his usual cocky grin.
“Well, look who’s back,” Harry drawled, his tone dripping with false familiarity. “Haden, the Isle’s very own troublemaker.”
Haden’s expression darkened. “Harry. What are you doing here?”
Harry stopped a few feet away, leaning against a crate with a self-satisfied smirk. “Just heard you and Mal were back. Thought I’d drop by and see how you’re faring. You know, old friends catching up.”
Haden glared at him, his anger simmering beneath the surface. “Old friends? You’ve got to be kidding. The last thing I need is a visit from you.”
Harry chuckled, unfazed. “Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. I’m just here to see how you’re handling the whole ‘Auradon’ fiasco. Must be a bit of a shock to go from their perfect little world back to this mess.”
“Shock doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Haden snapped, his voice edged with bitterness. “And don’t pretend you care. You’re just here to stir up trouble.”
Harry’s smirk widened, clearly amused. “Maybe I am. Or maybe I just missed our little... chats.” His gaze lingered on Haden with an almost nostalgic glint. “Remember how much fun we used to have? You always did know how to keep things interesting.”
Haden’s eyes narrowed, his frustration bubbling over. “Yeah, well, not everyone finds your games charming, Harry. What’s your angle this time?”
Harry shrugged nonchalantly. “Just thought I’d remind you of the old days before I let Uma know you’re back. It’s always nice to see some familiar faces.”
Haden clenched his fists, clearly uncomfortable with the reminder of their past. “I’m not in the mood for your games. Just stay out of my way.”
Harry raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you to brood. But don’t be a stranger, Haden. We wouldn’t want to lose touch.”
With a final smirk, Harry turned and walked away, leaving Haden to seethe in his anger. The encounter stirred up old feelings and reminded Haden of the complications that came with the Isle’s less-than-idyllic past.
Before Auradon:
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Before Haden left for Auradon, he and Harry had a complicated relationship. Growing up on the Isle of the Lost, both were natural troublemakers, constantly getting into scrapes and mischief. They were often rivals, competing to outdo each other in pranks and schemes. Haden’s fierce personality and Harry’s cocky, flirty attitude created a dynamic full of tension and competition.
Despite their frequent clashes, there was an unspoken bond between them. Their banter was sharp and often had an underlying flirtatious edge, a way to mask deeper, more confusing feelings. They knew how to push each other’s buttons, but when it came down to it, they had each other’s backs. Whether it was a fight or a tricky situation, they could rely on each other, even if they wouldn’t openly admit it.
Their relationship was a mix of rivalry, grudging respect, and something more complicated that neither of them fully acknowledged. It was full of charged moments and unresolved emotions, making every interaction unpredictable and intense.
After Haden Went to Auradon:
When Haden left for Auradon, everything changed. For Harry, it felt like a betrayal. He saw Haden’s departure as a rejection of their shared life on the Isle, and it stung. Harry was left feeling abandoned and bitter, his playful, cocky demeanor hiding a deeper sense of hurt.
Haden, on the other hand, struggled with guilt. Leaving the Isle was a chance for a better life, but it meant leaving behind the people he cared about, including Harry. Even in Auradon’s calm and positive environment, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. The tension and unpredictable nature of his interactions with Harry had been a big part of his life, and without it, Auradon felt strangely empty.
Upon Haden’s return to the Isle, old tensions resurfaced quickly. Harry’s attitude was a mix of flirty cockiness and bitterness. He couldn’t resist teasing Haden, but there was an edge to his words, a reminder of the hurt and anger he felt. Haden’s resentment was clear too. He was frustrated, not just with Harry but with himself, for feeling out of place in both Auradon and the Isle.
Their interactions were now even more charged, full of unresolved issues and the weight of their history. The flirtation and banter were still there, but now it was laced with bitterness and regret. Every encounter was a reminder of their complicated past and the unresolved emotions between them.
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Haden was in the old, abandoned hangout spot on the Isle, trying to clear his head. The familiar grittiness of the place felt oddly comforting. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching and turned to see Evie, Jay, and Carlos sneaking in.
“Haden!” Evie called out, her voice a mix of relief and worry.
Haden frowned, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. “What are you three doing here?”
“We came to bring you and Mal back,” Jay said, stepping forward. “This isn’t where you belong anymore.”
Carlos nodded. “We’re worried about you, man. Auradon is your home now.”
Haden’s expression hardened. “Home? That place never felt like home. I never fit in there. Not really.”
Evie tried to reach out to him. “But you were doing so well, Haden. You found your place in the music club. You were happy.”
Haden shook his head, his frustration evident. “Happy? Maybe for a while. But there’s always been something off. I don’t belong in a world that’s so perfect and ‘good.’ I’m Hades’ son, for crying out loud.”
Jay crossed his arms, trying to stay calm. “We get it, Haden. We’ve all felt out of place at some point. But running back here isn’t the answer.”
“Running back?” Haden’s voice rose in anger. “This is where I grew up. This is where I know who I am. Auradon isn’t real for people like us.”
Carlos stepped closer, his tone pleading. “But we’ve changed, Haden. We’re not just villains’ kids anymore. We’ve made friends, found things we care about. You can’t just throw that away.”
Haden’s eyes flashed with anger and pain. “You don’t get it. You’ve all found your place there. For me, it’s different. I can’t just pretend to be someone I’m not.”
Evie’s eyes filled with tears. “Haden, please. We care about you. We’re your family. Don’t shut us out.”
Haden looked away, struggling with his emotions. “I’m sorry. But I can’t go back. Not now. Not like this.”
The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. Evie, Jay, and Carlos exchanged glances, realizing they couldn’t force Haden to return. They had to respect his decision, even if it hurt.
“We’ll be here if you need us,” Jay said quietly. “Whenever you’re ready.”
With that, they turned and left, leaving Haden alone with his thoughts. He watched them go, feeling a mixture of relief and regret. The path he chose was uncertain, but for now, it was the only one he could take.
(i got lazy with writing the rest of the movie)
Haden’s Personality
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Haden has a fierce and fiery personality, inherited from both of his parents. He has a quick temper and doesn’t shy away from confrontation. His anger can be intense, often making his hair light up with blue flames, a clear sign of his inherited power from Hades. Much like his father, Haden is known for his sharp tongue and sarcastic wit. He often uses humor as a defense mechanism, deflecting from his true feelings with snarky comments. His sarcasm can be biting, but it’s also a way for him to connect with others, especially those who understand his background.
Haden has a rebellious streak a mile wide. He questions authority and has a hard time following rules, especially ones he doesn’t agree with. This rebellious nature was a big part of his life on the Isle of the Lost and continued to influence him even in Auradon. Despite his tough exterior, Haden is fiercely loyal to those he cares about. His bond with his sister Mal and his friends in the VK group is unbreakable. He would do anything to protect them, even if it means putting himself in danger.
Haden carries a lot of resentment, both towards his parents for their legacy and towards the world that judges him by their actions. This resentment can make him seem bitter and unapproachable at times, but it’s also a driving force behind his desire to prove himself. Haden is constantly at war with himself. He struggles to reconcile his villainous heritage with the person he wants to be. This inner conflict makes him complex and often misunderstood, as he battles his darker impulses while striving to find his own path.
One of Haden’s more surprising traits is his creativity. He discovered a love for music in Auradon, learning to play the guitar and piano, and even joining the music club. His musical talent became a new way for him to express his emotions and find solace in a world that often felt foreign to him. Haden values his independence and often tries to handle things on his own. He has a hard time asking for help, preferring to rely on his own strength and abilities. This independence can sometimes make him seem distant or aloof.
Beneath his tough exterior, Haden is deeply sensitive. He feels things intensely, whether it’s anger, sadness, or joy. This sensitivity is part of what drives his fierce loyalty and his creative expression through music. Once Haden sets his mind to something, it’s almost impossible to change it. His stubbornness can be both a strength and a weakness, as it drives him to achieve his goals but also makes it hard for him to adapt to new situations or viewpoints.
Haden is highly protective, especially of his sister Mal and his close friends. He sees it as his duty to look out for them, a trait that stems from growing up in a harsh environment where they had to rely on each other for survival. Despite his often gruff demeanor, Haden has a certain charisma that draws people to him. His confidence and intensity can be compelling, and he has a way of inspiring loyalty in those around him, even if they don’t always understand him.
Haden’s Powers
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Like his father Hades, Haden can control and generate fire. His flames are typically blue, representing his connection to Hades. His pyrokinesis is linked to his emotions, especially his anger. When he gets upset, his hair lights up with blue flames, and he can create and manipulate fire more intensely. Learning to control this power is a constant challenge for him, especially in situations where he feels strongly. Haden has inherited a natural affinity for dark magic from both of his parents. This includes spells and enchantments, particularly those related to fire and shadows. While he doesn’t rely on magic as heavily as his mother Maleficent might, he’s capable of casting powerful spells when needed. This magic can be both a blessing and a curse, as using it often brings him closer to the darker side of his heritage.
Haden possesses enhanced physical strength and durability, making him tougher and more resilient than an average person. This allows him to withstand attacks and physical challenges that would overwhelm others. It’s a useful trait, especially in confrontations, and complements his fiery nature. Haden has a limited ability to move objects with his mind. This power isn’t as strong as his pyrokinesis but can be useful in a pinch. He often combines it with his fire control to create more complex effects, such as launching fireballs or creating barriers.
Haden has heightened senses, particularly sight and hearing, allowing him to detect danger and navigate his environment more effectively. This heightened awareness is a survival trait from growing up on the Isle of the Lost, where being alert to threats was essential. Haden can project an aura that intimidates others, making them uneasy or fearful. This is a subtle power that he often uses unconsciously, especially when he’s angry or determined. It’s part of what makes him so formidable in confrontations, as his presence alone can be unsettling.
While not a traditional power, Haden’s affinity for music has a magical quality to it. His singing and playing can have a calming effect, even on himself, helping him to channel his emotions more positively. It’s a way for him to connect with others and express his inner turmoil without resorting to his darker abilities. Due to his parentage, Haden has a natural resistance to many forms of magic. This makes it harder for others to enchant or manipulate him magically. It’s a protective trait that has helped him survive the many magical threats on the Isle of the Lost and in Auradon.
Haden has a limited ability to change his appearance, a power inherited from Maleficent. While not as versatile as his mother’s shapeshifting, he can alter his appearance slightly, such as changing his eye color or hiding his fiery hair. This ability is more about blending in or surprising his enemies than full transformation. Haden can control and manipulate shadows, creating areas of darkness or using shadows to conceal himself. This power is particularly useful for stealth and evasion, allowing him to move unseen when needed. It’s a skill he developed on the Isle, where hiding from more dangerous individuals was sometimes necessary.
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Hayden - A Disney's Descendants OC
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Haden was born into a world where shadows loom large and legacies are hard to escape. As the son of Hades and Maleficent, his early years were marked by the absence of his father, who was preoccupied with his own fiery domain. This absence cast a long shadow over Haden's upbringing, leaving him to contend with the fiery legacy of Hades while navigating a life overshadowed by his older sister Mal's strong presence.
From a young age, Haden was a tempestuous blend of his parents’ qualities. His hair, a striking combination of brown fading into blue at the tips, was a visual reminder of his father's influence, even as he wrestled with his own identity. His demeanor mirrored the sarcastic, snarky edge of Hades, a trait that often put him at odds with others, including his sister Mal. While Mal focused on making her own path and fitting in with the VKs, Haden struggled with his anger issues and felt the weight of living up to his father’s infamous reputation.
Haden's fierce personality was both his greatest asset and his biggest challenge. He could be a loyal ally in battle and a force to be reckoned with, but his quick temper and tendency towards sarcasm made it hard for him to form lasting friendships. Despite these struggles, he found a sense of belonging among the VKs who appreciated his unique skills and fierce loyalty.
On the Isle of the Lost, Haden's life was tough. With his father Hades absent and his mother Maleficent focused on her own schemes, Haden often felt ignored. His fiery temper and sarcastic attitude didn’t help him fit in easily.
He was known for his sharp wit and strong abilities, though his anger sometimes got him into trouble. He had a complicated relationship with his sister Mal, who was more strategic compared to his impulsive nature.
Unexpected news
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Maleficent paced furiously in her dark, cluttered lair on the Isle of the Lost. Her eyes narrowed as she listened to the announcement echoing through the magical crystal ball.
“Ben, the son of Belle and Beast, is giving five children from the Isle of the Lost a chance to live in Auradon,” the voice from the ball repeated, “Carlos, Jay, Evie, Mal, and Haden will be chosen to leave the Isle and join the new world.”
Maleficent’s expression shifted from surprise to fury. She turned sharply to her children, who stood in the shadows of the lair. Mal, looking both shocked and apprehensive, met her mother’s gaze. Haden, his face a mix of excitement and anxiety, stood next to her.
“This is a joke, right?” Mal demanded, trying to make sense of the news. “We’re actually being given a chance to leave?”
“It’s no joke,” Maleficent snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. “Ben, the so-called ‘king-in-training,’ is trying to clean up his precious Auradon by taking us out of the picture. But he’s made a grave mistake.”
Maleficent’s eyes gleamed with a cold, calculating light. “If we want to take advantage of this opportunity, we need to act quickly. I want you all to get me the Fairy Godmother’s wand.”
“Why do you need the wand?” Haden asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and defiance.
“To break the barrier,” Maleficent said with a dark smile. “If we free ourselves from this cursed Isle, I can take over Auradon and show them the true power of a villain!”
Mal and Haden exchanged glances, both understanding the gravity of the task. Despite their own mixed feelings about leaving the Isle, they knew they had little choice but to follow their mother’s orders.
“Get ready,” Maleficent commanded. “You have a lot to do before you set foot in Auradon.
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Life at Auradon
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When Haden arrived at Auradon Prep, everything felt way too perfect. The other kids were always polite and polished, which drove him crazy. He felt out of place and frustrated by the perfectness around him.
One big adjustment was dealing with magic. Back on the Isle, magic was a no-go, but in Auradon, it was everywhere. Haden’s hair would glow blue whenever he got angry, which made him even more self-conscious and irritated.
To cope, Haden started playing pranks on the Auradon students. He loved messing with their orderly lives—switching their stuff around, setting up harmless tricks, and mocking their perfect manners. It was his way of dealing with how uncomfortable and out of place he felt.
Despite his rebellious streak, Haden found some comfort with the VKs. They were the only ones who really understood him. Over time, Haden began to accept that while he might never fully fit in, he could still be himself and find his own way in Auradon.
Over time, Haden started to see Auradon in a new light. At first, he resented the perfectness of the place, but as he spent more time there, he began to appreciate the calm and order it offered. It wasn’t just about fitting in; he started to genuinely like the more positive environment.
Haden wasn’t alone in his change of heart. The other VKs—Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay—also felt the shift. They all decided to embrace the new opportunities Auradon offered and work on becoming better versions of themselves.
One surprising development for Haden was his growing interest in music. He was introduced to the guitar, and then tried his hand at the piano. To his surprise, he found he had a pretty decent singing voice too. Music became a way for him to express himself and connect with others in a positive way.
Eventually, Haden joined the music club at Auradon Prep. It was a new experience that allowed him to channel his energy creatively and find a place where he truly felt at home.
Back home
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As Mal adjusted to her new life as Ben’s girlfriend, Haden noticed her growing discomfort. While Mal tried to fit into her princess role, Haden also grappled with his place in Auradon. Even though he was happier than before, something still didn’t feel right to him.
When Mal confided in her friends—Evie, Carlos, and Jay—about her issues, Haden sympathized with her struggles. He admitted to Mal that he was also having trouble adapting to the “perfect” world of Auradon. While he was grateful for the opportunities and the calm environment, he still felt out of place and disconnected.
Mal’s use of a spell to change her hair color and her attempts to maintain a princess-like image made her increasingly uncomfortable. When Ben found out about the magic, it led to a major confrontation. Mal’s insecurities came to light, and she ended up in a heated argument with Ben, causing a rift in their relationship.
Seeing how distressed Mal was and feeling similarly unsettled himself, Haden decided to accompany her when she chose to return to the Isle of the Lost. Despite the Isle’s harsh conditions, Haden felt a sense of familiarity there. The Isle had changed in their absence, now ruled by Uma, the daughter of Ursula, with Harry and Gil, the sons of Captain Hook and Gaston, also making their mark.
Haden’s return to the Isle was a mix of old and new challenges. He had to navigate the new power dynamics while dealing with his own feelings of displacement. The Isle, with its new rulers and evolving atmosphere, offered a different kind of challenge for Haden and Mal as they tried to reconcile their past with their present.
Reunion with the past
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Haden was leaning against the edge of the docks, absently fiddling with a rusty piece of metal. The sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention, and he looked up to see Harry swaggering towards him with his usual cocky grin.
“Well, look who’s back,” Harry drawled, his tone dripping with false familiarity. “Haden, the Isle’s very own troublemaker.”
Haden’s expression darkened. “Harry. What are you doing here?”
Harry stopped a few feet away, leaning against a crate with a self-satisfied smirk. “Just heard you and Mal were back. Thought I’d drop by and see how you’re faring. You know, old friends catching up.”
Haden glared at him, his anger simmering beneath the surface. “Old friends? You’ve got to be kidding. The last thing I need is a visit from you.”
Harry chuckled, unfazed. “Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. I’m just here to see how you’re handling the whole ‘Auradon’ fiasco. Must be a bit of a shock to go from their perfect little world back to this mess.”
“Shock doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Haden snapped, his voice edged with bitterness. “And don’t pretend you care. You’re just here to stir up trouble.”
Harry’s smirk widened, clearly amused. “Maybe I am. Or maybe I just missed our little... chats.” His gaze lingered on Haden with an almost nostalgic glint. “Remember how much fun we used to have? You always did know how to keep things interesting.”
Haden’s eyes narrowed, his frustration bubbling over. “Yeah, well, not everyone finds your games charming, Harry. What’s your angle this time?”
Harry shrugged nonchalantly. “Just thought I’d remind you of the old days before I let Uma know you’re back. It’s always nice to see some familiar faces.”
Haden clenched his fists, clearly uncomfortable with the reminder of their past. “I’m not in the mood for your games. Just stay out of my way.”
Harry raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you to brood. But don’t be a stranger, Haden. We wouldn’t want to lose touch.”
With a final smirk, Harry turned and walked away, leaving Haden to seethe in his anger. The encounter stirred up old feelings and reminded Haden of the complications that came with the Isle’s less-than-idyllic past.
Before Auradon:
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Before Haden left for Auradon, he and Harry had a complicated relationship. Growing up on the Isle of the Lost, both were natural troublemakers, constantly getting into scrapes and mischief. They were often rivals, competing to outdo each other in pranks and schemes. Haden’s fierce personality and Harry’s cocky, flirty attitude created a dynamic full of tension and competition.
Despite their frequent clashes, there was an unspoken bond between them. Their banter was sharp and often had an underlying flirtatious edge, a way to mask deeper, more confusing feelings. They knew how to push each other’s buttons, but when it came down to it, they had each other’s backs. Whether it was a fight or a tricky situation, they could rely on each other, even if they wouldn’t openly admit it.
Their relationship was a mix of rivalry, grudging respect, and something more complicated that neither of them fully acknowledged. It was full of charged moments and unresolved emotions, making every interaction unpredictable and intense.
After Haden Went to Auradon:
When Haden left for Auradon, everything changed. For Harry, it felt like a betrayal. He saw Haden’s departure as a rejection of their shared life on the Isle, and it stung. Harry was left feeling abandoned and bitter, his playful, cocky demeanor hiding a deeper sense of hurt.
Haden, on the other hand, struggled with guilt. Leaving the Isle was a chance for a better life, but it meant leaving behind the people he cared about, including Harry. Even in Auradon’s calm and positive environment, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. The tension and unpredictable nature of his interactions with Harry had been a big part of his life, and without it, Auradon felt strangely empty.
Upon Haden’s return to the Isle, old tensions resurfaced quickly. Harry’s attitude was a mix of flirty cockiness and bitterness. He couldn’t resist teasing Haden, but there was an edge to his words, a reminder of the hurt and anger he felt. Haden’s resentment was clear too. He was frustrated, not just with Harry but with himself, for feeling out of place in both Auradon and the Isle.
Their interactions were now even more charged, full of unresolved issues and the weight of their history. The flirtation and banter were still there, but now it was laced with bitterness and regret. Every encounter was a reminder of their complicated past and the unresolved emotions between them.
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Haden was in the old, abandoned hangout spot on the Isle, trying to clear his head. The familiar grittiness of the place felt oddly comforting. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching and turned to see Evie, Jay, and Carlos sneaking in.
“Haden!” Evie called out, her voice a mix of relief and worry.
Haden frowned, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. “What are you three doing here?”
“We came to bring you and Mal back,” Jay said, stepping forward. “This isn’t where you belong anymore.”
Carlos nodded. “We’re worried about you, man. Auradon is your home now.”
Haden’s expression hardened. “Home? That place never felt like home. I never fit in there. Not really.”
Evie tried to reach out to him. “But you were doing so well, Haden. You found your place in the music club. You were happy.”
Haden shook his head, his frustration evident. “Happy? Maybe for a while. But there’s always been something off. I don’t belong in a world that’s so perfect and ‘good.’ I’m Hades’ son, for crying out loud.”
Jay crossed his arms, trying to stay calm. “We get it, Haden. We’ve all felt out of place at some point. But running back here isn’t the answer.”
“Running back?” Haden’s voice rose in anger. “This is where I grew up. This is where I know who I am. Auradon isn’t real for people like us.”
Carlos stepped closer, his tone pleading. “But we’ve changed, Haden. We’re not just villains’ kids anymore. We’ve made friends, found things we care about. You can’t just throw that away.”
Haden’s eyes flashed with anger and pain. “You don’t get it. You’ve all found your place there. For me, it’s different. I can’t just pretend to be someone I’m not.”
Evie’s eyes filled with tears. “Haden, please. We care about you. We’re your family. Don’t shut us out.”
Haden looked away, struggling with his emotions. “I’m sorry. But I can’t go back. Not now. Not like this.”
The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. Evie, Jay, and Carlos exchanged glances, realizing they couldn’t force Haden to return. They had to respect his decision, even if it hurt.
“We’ll be here if you need us,” Jay said quietly. “Whenever you’re ready.”
With that, they turned and left, leaving Haden alone with his thoughts. He watched them go, feeling a mixture of relief and regret. The path he chose was uncertain, but for now, it was the only one he could take.
(i got lazy with writing the rest of the movie)
Haden’s Personality
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Haden has a fierce and fiery personality, inherited from both of his parents. He has a quick temper and doesn’t shy away from confrontation. His anger can be intense, often making his hair light up with blue flames, a clear sign of his inherited power from Hades. Much like his father, Haden is known for his sharp tongue and sarcastic wit. He often uses humor as a defense mechanism, deflecting from his true feelings with snarky comments. His sarcasm can be biting, but it’s also a way for him to connect with others, especially those who understand his background.
Haden has a rebellious streak a mile wide. He questions authority and has a hard time following rules, especially ones he doesn’t agree with. This rebellious nature was a big part of his life on the Isle of the Lost and continued to influence him even in Auradon. Despite his tough exterior, Haden is fiercely loyal to those he cares about. His bond with his sister Mal and his friends in the VK group is unbreakable. He would do anything to protect them, even if it means putting himself in danger.
Haden carries a lot of resentment, both towards his parents for their legacy and towards the world that judges him by their actions. This resentment can make him seem bitter and unapproachable at times, but it’s also a driving force behind his desire to prove himself. Haden is constantly at war with himself. He struggles to reconcile his villainous heritage with the person he wants to be. This inner conflict makes him complex and often misunderstood, as he battles his darker impulses while striving to find his own path.
One of Haden’s more surprising traits is his creativity. He discovered a love for music in Auradon, learning to play the guitar and piano, and even joining the music club. His musical talent became a new way for him to express his emotions and find solace in a world that often felt foreign to him. Haden values his independence and often tries to handle things on his own. He has a hard time asking for help, preferring to rely on his own strength and abilities. This independence can sometimes make him seem distant or aloof.
Beneath his tough exterior, Haden is deeply sensitive. He feels things intensely, whether it’s anger, sadness, or joy. This sensitivity is part of what drives his fierce loyalty and his creative expression through music. Once Haden sets his mind to something, it’s almost impossible to change it. His stubbornness can be both a strength and a weakness, as it drives him to achieve his goals but also makes it hard for him to adapt to new situations or viewpoints.
Haden is highly protective, especially of his sister Mal and his close friends. He sees it as his duty to look out for them, a trait that stems from growing up in a harsh environment where they had to rely on each other for survival. Despite his often gruff demeanor, Haden has a certain charisma that draws people to him. His confidence and intensity can be compelling, and he has a way of inspiring loyalty in those around him, even if they don’t always understand him.
Haden’s Powers
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Like his father Hades, Haden can control and generate fire. His flames are typically blue, representing his connection to Hades. His pyrokinesis is linked to his emotions, especially his anger. When he gets upset, his hair lights up with blue flames, and he can create and manipulate fire more intensely. Learning to control this power is a constant challenge for him, especially in situations where he feels strongly. Haden has inherited a natural affinity for dark magic from both of his parents. This includes spells and enchantments, particularly those related to fire and shadows. While he doesn’t rely on magic as heavily as his mother Maleficent might, he’s capable of casting powerful spells when needed. This magic can be both a blessing and a curse, as using it often brings him closer to the darker side of his heritage.
Haden possesses enhanced physical strength and durability, making him tougher and more resilient than an average person. This allows him to withstand attacks and physical challenges that would overwhelm others. It’s a useful trait, especially in confrontations, and complements his fiery nature. Haden has a limited ability to move objects with his mind. This power isn’t as strong as his pyrokinesis but can be useful in a pinch. He often combines it with his fire control to create more complex effects, such as launching fireballs or creating barriers.
Haden has heightened senses, particularly sight and hearing, allowing him to detect danger and navigate his environment more effectively. This heightened awareness is a survival trait from growing up on the Isle of the Lost, where being alert to threats was essential. Haden can project an aura that intimidates others, making them uneasy or fearful. This is a subtle power that he often uses unconsciously, especially when he’s angry or determined. It’s part of what makes him so formidable in confrontations, as his presence alone can be unsettling.
While not a traditional power, Haden’s affinity for music has a magical quality to it. His singing and playing can have a calming effect, even on himself, helping him to channel his emotions more positively. It’s a way for him to connect with others and express his inner turmoil without resorting to his darker abilities. Due to his parentage, Haden has a natural resistance to many forms of magic. This makes it harder for others to enchant or manipulate him magically. It’s a protective trait that has helped him survive the many magical threats on the Isle of the Lost and in Auradon.
Haden has a limited ability to change his appearance, a power inherited from Maleficent. While not as versatile as his mother’s shapeshifting, he can alter his appearance slightly, such as changing his eye color or hiding his fiery hair. This ability is more about blending in or surprising his enemies than full transformation. Haden can control and manipulate shadows, creating areas of darkness or using shadows to conceal himself. This power is particularly useful for stealth and evasion, allowing him to move unseen when needed. It’s a skill he developed on the Isle, where hiding from more dangerous individuals was sometimes necessary.
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Rhea Howlett
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Name: Rhea Howlett
Alias: Wildclaw
Age: 20
Parents: Logan Howlett and Selene Bozzelli
Powers: Healing factor, enhanced senses, bone claws, and the ability to channel energy through her claws.
Personality:
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Rhea’s got a tough, no-nonsense vibe, but it’s mostly a front. She’s had to rely on herself for so long that trusting people doesn’t come easy. She’s sarcastic, a bit rough around the edges, and tends to keep people at arm’s length. But underneath all that, she’s got a soft spot for the few people she actually cares about—even if she’d never admit it out loud.
She’s fiercely independent and hates feeling like she owes anyone anything. That sometimes puts her at odds with the team because she’s not great with authority or following orders, especially if she thinks they’re dumb. She’s quick to jump into a fight and doesn’t back down, which can get her into trouble, but she’s smart enough to know when to get out if things go south.
Rhea’s relationship with Logan is complicated. She respects him, but she also doesn’t want to live in his shadow. She’s constantly trying to prove she’s her own person, not just “Wolverine’s kid.” That’s probably why she’s so determined to do things her way, even if it means taking a harder road.
Despite her tough exterior, Rhea’s loyal to the core. If she considers you family, she’s got your back no matter what, but it takes a lot for her to let anyone in that close. She’s still learning to balance that need for independence with being part of a team. It’s a work in progress.
She’s got a sharp wit and a bit of a temper, but she’s learning to keep it in check... most of the time. You definitely don’t want to be on her bad side, though. When she’s mad, she doesn’t hold back, and her claws aren’t just for show.
Backstory:
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Rhea grew up not knowing much about her dad. Her mom, Selene, was a powerful mutant who could manipulate energy, but she disappeared when Rhea was still a baby. Raised by a group of mutants in the wilderness, Rhea’s life was all about survival—hunting, tracking, and figuring out her strange powers. She had claws like her dad, but instead of adamantium, hers were bone. She could also charge them with energy to pack a bigger punch in fights.
Around 15, she stumbled upon a letter that revealed the truth: her dad was none other than Logan. Naturally, this flipped her world upside down, and she set off to track him down, thinking that maybe he could help her figure out who she was.
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Finding him wasn’t easy, and along the way, she found out that shady groups, including some that once targeted Logan, were after her. They saw her as the next big experiment, a way to create a new type of super-soldier.
When she finally met Logan, it wasn’t exactly a warm reunion. They bumped into each other in the middle of a fight between the X-Men and some rogue mutants. Logan didn’t believe her at first—figured it was some kind of trick. But after seeing how she fought, a lot like him, the pieces started to come together.
Joining the X-Men wasn’t exactly Rhea’s dream, but she figured it was the best place to learn to control her powers. She had a rough time fitting in—her temper, her instincts, and that feeling of being an outsider made things tough. Her relationship with Logan is complicated. She wants to be close to him, but he’s got his own walls up, and they clash more than they connect.
Rhea’s still trying to find her place. She helps the X-Men when they need her but takes solo missions with X-Force when she can, where her more aggressive side can be useful. She’s figuring it out, bit by bit—just trying to make a name for herself without always being compared to her dad. There’s a lot to live up to, but she’s determined to do things her own way.
Hobbies, interests, likes, and dislikes:
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Hobbies & Interests:
Hiking/Exploring: Rhea grew up in the wilderness, so she loves being outdoors. Whether it’s hiking through the woods or exploring new places, she feels most at home in nature.
Combat Training: She enjoys honing her skills, whether it's hand-to-hand combat, sparring, or practicing with her claws. She’s always looking to stay sharp and push herself.
Tinkering: Rhea has a thing for working with her hands. She’ll mess around with gadgets, weapons, or whatever she can find to see how it works and how to improve it.
Music: Rhea's not super open about it, but she’s really into music. She listens to everything from rock to indie and even dabbles in playing guitar when she’s in the mood.
Sketching: When she needs to clear her head, she’ll sketch things—mostly animals, landscapes, and the occasional person. It’s her way of winding down.
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Likes:
Quiet Moments: Despite her rough persona, Rhea enjoys moments of solitude. Whether it’s early morning runs or sitting by a fire, she appreciates the peace that comes with being alone.
Animals: She has a soft spot for animals, especially wild ones. There’s something about their instinctual, untamed nature that resonates with her.
Challenges: Rhea likes a good challenge, whether it’s physical or mental. She enjoys pushing herself beyond her limits and doesn’t mind taking on a tough fight.
Freedom: She values her independence and the ability to make her own decisions. She’s not one for being boxed in or told what to do.
Coffee: She’s not a morning person without it. Strong and black, no sugar.
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Dislikes:
Authority Figures: Rhea hates being told what to do, especially by people she doesn’t respect. It’s a surefire way to get on her bad side.
Crowded Spaces: She’s not a fan of large groups or crowded areas. They make her feel trapped, and her heightened senses don’t help.
Dishonesty: Rhea values straightforwardness. She doesn’t have patience for people who lie or manipulate others. She prefers people who tell it like it is.
Being Compared to Her Dad: She gets that people will see the connection, but she hates being defined by her dad’s reputation. She’s her own person and wants to be treated like it.
Overly Positive People: Rhea can’t stand people who are constantly upbeat or act like everything’s fine when it’s clearly not. It feels fake to her.
Powers (+weaknesses):
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1. Healing Factor (Regenerative Abilities)
Like her father, Wolverine, Rhea has an accelerated healing factor. Cuts, bruises, and even more serious injuries, like broken bones or deep wounds, heal rapidly. While her healing isn’t instantaneous, she recovers from damage much faster than a normal human, allowing her to push through pain and continue fighting. This also means she’s highly resistant to diseases and toxins. Her healing factor makes her incredibly durable, which plays a big role in her aggressive fighting style—she can take hits others can't.
2. Enhanced Senses
Rhea has heightened senses similar to an animal. Her sense of smell is particularly sharp, allowing her to track people or detect danger from miles away. She can also see in near-total darkness and has highly sensitive hearing, which makes her great in stealth situations. However, these enhanced senses can sometimes overwhelm her, especially in chaotic environments.
3. Bone Claws
Rhea inherited her father's signature claws, but instead of being coated in adamantium, hers are pure bone. She has three claws on each hand, which she can extend and retract at will. Despite being bone, they’re incredibly sharp and strong, capable of cutting through most materials with ease. However, they can sometimes be vulnerable to stronger metals or extreme force, unlike Wolverine’s indestructible claws.
4. Energy Manipulation (Unique to Her)
Rhea’s most distinctive power is her ability to channel energy through her claws. This is a mutation inherited from her mother, Selene, who could manipulate energy. Rhea’s claws glow with a fiery red aura when she activates this ability, and the energy enhances their cutting power, allowing her to slice through tougher materials or deal more damage in battle.
When in use, the energy surrounding her claws crackles and pulses, like a controlled storm of power. She can unleash blasts of energy from her claws in short bursts, sending shockwaves or concentrated attacks toward enemies. This makes her an even more dangerous opponent at both close and mid-range combat.
While she’s still learning the full extent of her energy manipulation, she knows how to focus it into devastating strikes. However, using too much energy at once can be draining for her, meaning she has to be careful not to overdo it in prolonged fights.
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Potential Weaknesses
Energy Overload: Channeling energy through her claws can take a toll on her physically. If she pushes too hard or tries to use the energy for too long, it can leave her exhausted or even temporarily weaken her healing factor.
Sensitive Senses: Her enhanced senses, while useful, can also be a double-edged sword. Extremely loud noises or overpowering smells can overwhelm her, momentarily throwing her off balance.
Bone Claws Limit: While her bone claws are tough, they aren't indestructible like Wolverine's adamantium claws. Under extreme pressure or against certain metals, they could crack or break, leaving her vulnerable.
Some fun facts about Rhea:
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1. She’s Left-Handed: Just like her dad, Rhea is left-handed, though she’s ambidextrous in combat thanks to her training.
2. Favorite Band is Led Zeppelin: Rhea’s really into classic rock, and Led Zeppelin is her go-to when she’s working out or just zoning out. She has a soft spot for their song "Immigrant Song."
3. She Hates Wearing Shoes: Rhea’s used to running barefoot through the wilderness, so she only wears shoes when absolutely necessary. She’s always the first to kick them off when she can.
4. Can Sleep Anywhere: Thanks to her time growing up in the wild, Rhea can fall asleep in just about any situation—sitting up, on the floor, or even leaning against a wall.
5. She’s a Terrible Cook: Despite her survival skills, Rhea’s pretty hopeless in the kitchen. She can hunt and gather food, but when it comes to actual cooking, things tend to catch on fire.
6. She Talks to Animals: Rhea isn’t a mutant who can communicate with animals or anything, but she’ll often have full conversations with them, especially when she’s alone. It’s more comforting to her than talking to most people.
7. She Once Gave Logan a Friendship Bracelet: As a joke, Rhea made her dad a bracelet out of scraps of leather and tossed it at him. He didn’t laugh, but he also didn’t throw it away. She caught him wearing it once but hasn’t mentioned it to him since.
8. She’s Weirdly Good at Jigsaw Puzzles: When she’s stressed, Rhea will sit down with a jigsaw puzzle and zone out for hours. She’s fast at them and finds it oddly calming.
9. She Hates the Cold: Even though she can survive in extreme environments, Rhea absolutely hates being cold. Winter’s her least favorite season, and she’s always the one bundled up, even if her healing factor keeps her fine.
10. Her Favorite Weapon (Other Than Her Claws) is a Bow: She’s got killer aim with a bow and arrow, which she picked up from her time hunting in the wild. Even when she doesn’t have her claws out, she’s still dangerous at a distance.
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gcthvile · 4 months ago
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“my friends think that i like to fight,
but it’s just not true.
sometimes i loose my temper
and blow off a little steam,
but i’ve never enjoyed it.
i’m not a violent dog.
i don’t know why i bite."
"i'm not attracted
to tame animals."
"....thank you."
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gcthvile · 6 months ago
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Elara the Rogue Mage
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Elara was born into a noble family in Temeria, showing a natural aptitude for magic from a young age. Recognizing her potential, her parents enrolled her in Aretuza, the renowned academy for young sorceresses. Elara thrived at Aretuza, excelling in her studies and mastering elemental magic and alchemy under the guidance of experienced mages.
After graduating from Aretuza, Elara quickly established herself in the mage community. Her innovative approaches to magic and relentless pursuit of knowledge earned her a place on a powerful mage council. Her colleagues respected her intelligence and ambition, even though her unorthodox methods often raised eyebrows.
Elara’s downfall began with her experiments in necromancy and forbidden alchemy. She aimed to push the boundaries of magic to find new ways to combat dark forces. Her groundbreaking research was considered dangerous and unethical by many on the council. The situation escalated when an experiment went wrong, resulting in an explosion that caused significant damage and loss of life. The council, fearing the potential consequences of her unchecked ambition, voted to exile her. Stripped of her title and resources, Elara was cast out to fend for herself.
Elara wandered the Continent, struggling to survive and find a new purpose. Exile forced her to confront the consequences of her actions and reevaluate her approach to magic. Determined to atone for her past, she decided to use her knowledge and skills to protect the innocent and combat the dark forces she once sought to understand.
Living as a rogue mage, Elara adopted a more cautious and ethical approach to her magic. She traveled from village to village, offering her services to those in need. Her reputation as a powerful yet exiled mage spread, drawing both those seeking her help and those wishing to punish her for her past. Elara remained vigilant, constantly moving to avoid capture by bounty hunters and agents of the mage council.
Elara’s quest for redemption became a driving force in her life. Haunted by the memories of her failed experiments, she took on dangerous tasks others would avoid, often risking her own life to protect the innocent. Her deep knowledge of dark magic and forbidden alchemy made her uniquely suited to combat malevolent forces.
Personality
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Elara's thirst for knowledge is insatiable. From a young age, she displayed an exceptional intellect and a keen curiosity about the world around her. Her desire to understand the deeper mysteries of magic and the arcane drives her to constantly seek out new information and hone her skills. She is methodical in her research and approaches problems with a logical, analytical mindset. Despite the hardships she has faced, Elara remains steadfast and determined. Her exile from the mage council was a significant blow, but instead of giving up, she chose to use her abilities to make amends. This determination fuels her quest for redemption, pushing her to take on dangerous tasks and confront dark forces. Her resilience allows her to adapt to difficult situations and find ways to overcome obstacles.
Elara is deeply affected by the consequences of her controversial experiments. The memories of the catastrophic explosion and the lives lost weigh heavily on her conscience. This sense of guilt is a driving force behind her actions, motivating her to seek redemption and ensure that her magic is used for good. She is often introspective, reflecting on her past mistakes and striving to learn from them. Elara has a strong desire to protect the innocent and those who cannot defend themselves. Her compassion is evident in her interactions with others, particularly those who are suffering or in need. She is willing to go to great lengths to help others, often putting their needs above her own. This protective nature extends to her allies, and she forms deep, loyal bonds with those she trusts.
Exile has taught Elara to be resourceful and inventive. She has learned to survive with limited resources, often relying on her wits and magical prowess to navigate challenging situations. Her adaptability allows her to adjust quickly to new environments and circumstances, making her a formidable opponent and a valuable ally. Living as a rogue mage, constantly on the run from those who wish to punish her for her past, has made Elara wary and cautious. She is always on guard, careful about whom she trusts and what information she shares. This cautious nature helps her avoid unnecessary risks and stay one step ahead of her pursuers, but it can also make it difficult for her to form new relationships.
Elara’s time in exile has forced her to become highly independent and self-reliant. She is used to working alone and solving problems on her own. This independence has made her a strong, capable individual, but it also means she sometimes struggles to accept help from others or to delegate tasks. Despite her controversial past, Elara holds herself to a high moral standard. She values honor and integrity, and strives to ensure that her actions align with her ethical beliefs. Her experiences have taught her the importance of using her magic responsibly and for the greater good. She is driven by a desire to make amends and to prove that she can be trusted to do what is right.
Reunited with the past
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Elara was passing through a remote village, following a lead on a series of magical disturbances that had been plaguing the area. The villagers spoke of strange lights and whispers in the nearby woods, and Elara decided to investigate. As she ventured deeper into the forest, she reached a secluded clearing bathed in the soft glow of twilight.
Elara’s senses were sharp, her guard up as she scanned the clearing for any signs of trouble. Suddenly, she felt a familiar presence, the unmistakable hum of powerful magic. She turned to see a figure stepping out from the shadows, dressed in elegant black and white robes. The woman's violet eyes, striking and intense, met Elara's with a mixture of surprise and relief.
"Yennefer," Elara said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Yennefer's eyes widened as she took in the sight of her old friend. "Elara," she replied, her voice catching slightly. "It's been a long time."
Elara nodded, feeling a wave of emotions she had thought long buried. "Too long."
The two women stood in silence for a moment, each processing the unexpected reunion. Yennefer was the first to break the silence, stepping closer. "What brings you here? I thought I'd never see you again."
Elara sighed, her gaze dropping to the ground. "I've been tracking magical disturbances in the area. The villagers mentioned strange occurrences in these woods. I didn’t expect to find you here."
Yennefer's expression softened. "I've been investigating the same disturbances. It seems our paths were bound to cross again."
The initial shock of their reunion gave way to a flood of memories. Elara looked at Yennefer, seeing both the friend she had known at Aretuza and the powerful sorceress she had become. "I’m sorry, Yennefer, for everything that happened. My experiments... they were reckless. I never meant for anyone to get hurt."
Yennefer shook her head, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and understanding. "I know, Elara. I never doubted your intentions, only your methods. But that’s in the past. What matters now is what you do with your knowledge and power."
Elara felt a surge of gratitude for Yennefer's forgiveness. "I’ve been trying to make amends, to use my magic to help rather than harm. It's been a long road."
Yennefer smiled, a rare and genuine expression. "I’ve missed you, Elara. More than you know."
Elara returned the smile, feeling a warmth she hadn't felt in years. "I’ve missed you too, Yennefer. Your letters... they meant a lot to me, even if I couldn't always respond."
Yennefer’s cheeks flushed slightly, a glimpse of the old vulnerability she had once shown only to Elara. "I meant every word. You were always special to me, even before... everything changed."
Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden rustling in the woods. Both women tensed, readying their magic. A moment later, a shadowy figure emerged, but it was quickly dispatched by a combined effort of their spells. The danger passed, they relaxed, sharing a look of mutual respect and understanding.
"Looks like we make a good team," Elara said, a hint of playfulness in her voice.
Yennefer nodded. "Always did. Perhaps it’s time we stopped avoiding the past and started working together again."
Elara's heart lifted at the prospect. "I’d like that, Yennefer. There’s still so much to learn, and so much good we can do."
As they left the clearing together, Elara felt a renewed sense of purpose. Reconnecting with Yennefer brought back memories of their shared past, but it also offered hope for a future where they could stand together against the darkness.
The Dragon Hunt (or the battle of a mage and a witcher for the woman of their hearts)
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The news of a dragon sighting had spread quickly across the Continent, drawing adventurers, mercenaries, and nobles alike. The hunt was organized by a king who promised treasure and lordship over a vassal state to the team that could bring him the dragon's head. Among the various groups vying for the prize were an earthy gang of dwarves, a band of knights led by a white knight, and a team consisting of Yennefer and Elara, who had joined forces to ensure the dragon wasn’t killed unnecessarily.
Geralt of Rivia, the famous White Wolf, had also answered the call, traveling with Jaskier. He had little interest in the treasure but was concerned about the implications of a dragon being hunted in such a manner. As he arrived at the camp set up for the hunters, he was surprised to see Yennefer and Elara among the participants.
Geralt approached the campfire where Yennefer and Elara were seated. Yennefer greeted him with a smile, but her expression faltered when she noticed the tension between Geralt and Elara.
“Elara,” Geralt acknowledged curtly, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Geralt,” Elara replied, her tone equally cool.
Yennefer glanced between the two, sensing the hostility. “We’re all here for the same reason,” she said diplomatically. “The dragon needs to be dealt with, but not slaughtered.”
Geralt nodded, but his eyes never left Elara. “As long as we’re clear on that.”
As the journey began, the animosity between Geralt and Elara became evident to everyone around them. Geralt, protective of Yennefer and wary of Elara’s controversial past, found it hard to trust her. Elara, aware of Geralt’s feelings for Yennefer and her own unresolved feelings, didn’t miss an opportunity to antagonize the witcher.
Geralt was inspecting the tracks left by the dragon when Elara approached, her presence marked by the faint scent of ozone. “You know, Geralt, if you spent less time brooding and more time tracking, we might actually find this dragon.”
Geralt looked up, his eyes cold. “And if you spent more time studying magic and less time playing with fire, you might have avoided exile.”
Elara’s eyes flashed with anger, but she managed to keep her tone even. “Touché, witcher.”
During a steep climb up a rocky hill, Elara subtly used her magic to make the ground under Geralt’s feet just a bit slipperier. He stumbled slightly, catching himself with a growl. He turned to glare at Elara, who was smiling innocently.
“Something wrong, Geralt?” she asked sweetly.
He gritted his teeth. “Just enjoying the company.”
At the campfire one evening, Geralt was sharpening his swords while Elara prepared her potions. Yennefer and Jaskier were deep in conversation, trying to keep the peace.
“So, Geralt, how do you manage to keep that scowl on your face all the time? Is it a witcher thing?” Elara asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“It’s a survival thing,” Geralt shot back. “Keeps annoying mages at bay.”
Later, as the group was setting up camp, Elara used a minor spell to send a gust of wind that knocked over Geralt’s carefully arranged supplies. He looked up to see her smirking at him, and he responded with a narrowed glare.
Despite their ongoing feud, the group made significant progress in tracking the dragon. As they neared its lair, they realized they would need to work together to ensure the dragon’s safety and deal with any threats from the other hunting parties.
One night, as they camped closer to the dragon’s territory, a band of mercenaries attacked, hoping to take out the competition. Geralt and Elara found themselves fighting side by side, their combined skills proving formidable.
Elara’s magic flowed seamlessly with Geralt’s combat prowess. She cast protective barriers and offensive spells while Geralt took down their attackers with swift, lethal precision. The battle was intense but brief, leaving the ground littered with fallen mercenaries.
As the last of the attackers fled, Geralt and Elara stood back-to-back, panting from exertion. They shared a brief, intense look of mutual respect before Yennefer and Jaskier rushed over to check on them.
In the aftermath of the battle, as they tended to their wounds and regrouped, the hostility between Geralt and Elara began to thaw. They had seen each other’s strengths and recognized the need to put aside their differences for the greater good.
“Not bad, for a witcher,” Elara said grudgingly as she handed Geralt a healing potion.
“Not bad, for a mage,” Geralt replied with a rare hint of a smile.
As they continued their journey, the snarky remarks and magical annoyances lessened. Geralt and Elara began to communicate more openly, sharing their knowledge and strategies. By the time they reached the dragon’s lair, they had developed a reluctant but growing respect for each other. Their shared concern for Yennefer, coupled with their combined efforts to protect the dragon, laid the foundation for a more cooperative relationship.
Another friend from the past
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Elara had heard rumors of a dark curse affecting a small village on the outskirts of Temeria. Always seeking to atone for her past mistakes, she decided to investigate and help if she could. The village was quiet and tense when she arrived, the air thick with fear and despair.
Elara made her way to the village center, where a group of villagers were gathered around a red-haired woman in a green cloak. The woman was speaking calmly, her voice filled with reassurance and authority. Elara recognized her immediately: Triss Merigold, a powerful sorceress known for her compassion and healing abilities.
“Elara?” Triss’s voice was filled with surprise as their eyes met across the crowd.
“Triss,” Elara replied, equally astonished. She hadn’t expected to see a familiar face, especially one from her past.
The villagers stepped aside as Elara approached, sensing the recognition between the two mages. Triss gave her a tentative smile, one that Elara returned with a mixture of relief and apprehension.
“What brings you here?” Triss asked, her tone warm but cautious.
Elara glanced around at the anxious villagers. “I heard about the curse affecting this village. I came to help.”
Triss nodded, her eyes softening. “I’m glad you did. We could use all the help we can get.”
As they worked together to break the curse, Elara and Triss began to talk, their conversation weaving between the task at hand and memories of their time at Aretuza. Triss’s compassionate nature and genuine interest in Elara’s well-being brought a sense of comfort that Elara had sorely missed.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day of magical work, they sat together by a small fire outside the village. The villagers had begun to trust Elara, largely due to Triss’s reassurance and support.
“Elara,” Triss began, her voice gentle, “I never believed you were beyond redemption. I knew you’d find a way to use your knowledge for good.
Elara looked into the flames, the warmth contrasting with the chill of her memories. “I made a lot of mistakes, Triss. But I’m trying to make things right.”
Triss reached out, placing a hand on Elara’s. “We all make mistakes. What matters is what we do to atone for them.”
Their shared efforts to lift the curse forged a stronger bond between them. Triss’s unwavering support and belief in Elara’s potential helped to rebuild Elara’s confidence. For her part, Elara’s dedication and willingness to learn from her past impressed Triss, deepening her respect and affection for her old friend.
After the curse was lifted and the village began to recover, Triss and Elara found themselves considering their next steps. They decided to travel together for a while, combining their strengths to help those in need and to continue their quests for redemption and justice.
Elara and Triss’s relationship evolved into one of deep mutual trust and support. Triss became a confidante for Elara, someone she could turn to for advice and encouragement. Their shared experiences and complementary skills made them a formidable team.
Their combined efforts often focused on helping those who were marginalized or suffering, using their magic to heal and protect. Triss’s warm, nurturing nature balanced Elara’s more reserved and cautious demeanor. They learned from each other, growing stronger through their partnership. Both women were driven by a desire to atone for past mistakes and to use their magic for the greater good. This common goal strengthened their bond and guided their actions.
Bonus characters
Jaskier. (or a red head and a twink combo)
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Elara and Jaskier met during the dragon hunt. Jaskier’s charming and flirtatious nature initially clashed with Elara’s reserved demeanor, but they quickly found common ground. Jaskier’s playful and flirtatious nature often brings a light-hearted dynamic to their interactions. He enjoys teasing Elara, who, despite herself, finds his antics endearing. Over time, they develop mutual respect for each other’s talents. Jaskier admires Elara’s magical prowess and determination, while Elara appreciates his loyalty and wit. Jaskier becomes a supportive friend, offering encouragement and helping Elara navigate her complex relationships with Geralt and Yennefer.
Elara moved quietly through the underbrush, her senses attuned to every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs. The forest was dense, its canopy blocking out much of the waning sunlight. She was tracking a creature that had been terrorizing a nearby village, its trail marked by deep, clawed footprints and the occasional splash of dark, viscous blood. Her mind was focused, her magic humming just beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed at a moment’s notice.
A loud crash and a curse broke her concentration. She turned, already knowing who she would find tangled in the bushes. Jaskier, the ever-charismatic bard, was extricating himself from a particularly stubborn thicket, his lute somehow managing to remain unscathed.
“Elara! Wait up!” he called, brushing leaves from his doublet and wincing as a thorn snagged his sleeve.
Elara sighed, a mix of exasperation and amusement playing on her lips. “Jaskier, must you make so much noise? We’re supposed to be tracking a dangerous beast, not announcing our presence to it.”
Jaskier grinned, finally free of the foliage. “Ah, but where’s the fun in sneaking about in silence? Besides, you’ve got all the magic we need to deal with whatever nasty creature we come across.”
She rolled her eyes and continued forward, her senses once again on high alert. Jaskier hurried to catch up, his lute slung over his shoulder, ready for whatever ballad might strike his fancy.
They made an odd pair, the somber and focused mage alongside the flamboyant and perpetually cheerful bard. Yet, despite the contrast, there was a rhythm to their companionship, a balance that had developed over the months of shared adventures.
As they walked, Jaskier began to hum a tune, his voice low and soothing. It was a habit of his, one that had initially grated on Elara’s nerves but had since become a comforting presence. His music filled the silence, lightening the oppressive atmosphere of the forest.
“Do you always have to sing?” she asked, though there was no real irritation in her voice.
“It helps me think,” Jaskier replied, his fingers strumming an imaginary lute. “And it keeps the spirits high. You should try it sometime. A little song might do wonders for your mood.”
Elara snorted. “I’ll leave the singing to you, thank you. I prefer to keep my mind clear.”
Jaskier chuckled, but didn’t press further. He knew when to push and when to pull back, a skill that had earned him a place at her side despite their differences.
They reached a clearing, the beast’s trail leading into a dark cave at its edge. Elara paused, her eyes scanning the entrance, her magic tingling with the sense of something dark and powerful within.
“Stay here,” she instructed, her voice firm. “This could be dangerous.”
Jaskier opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it. Instead, he nodded, taking a seat on a nearby rock. “Be careful, Elara.”
She gave him a brief, appreciative nod before stepping into the cave. The air grew colder, the light fading as she moved deeper. Her fingers traced a pattern in the air, a soft glow emanating from her hand to light her way.
The creature was there, its hulking form crouched at the back of the cave. It turned, yellow eyes gleaming with malevolent intelligence. Elara summoned her magic, ready to strike.
The battle was fierce but swift. Elara’s spells struck true, her movements precise and deadly. When the creature finally fell, she stood over it, breathing heavily but unharmed. She took a moment to collect herself before making her way back to the entrance.
Jaskier was waiting, his eyes widening in relief as he saw her emerge. “That was quick,” he remarked, hopping off his rock. “And here I thought I’d have time to compose an epic ballad about your heroic fight.”
Elara smirked. “Maybe next time. Let’s get back to the village and let them know it’s safe.”
As they walked back, Jaskier couldn’t resist. “You know, Elara, you should really consider letting me write a song about you. ‘Elara the Exiled Enchantress’ has a nice ring to it.”
Elara shook her head, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. “Only if you promise to make it accurate. No embellishments.”
Jaskier laughed. “Where’s the fun in that? But I suppose I can try. For you.”
Their banter continued as they made their way back, the weight of the recent battle lifting with each playful exchange. Elara found herself appreciating Jaskier’s presence more than she would admit, his light-heartedness a welcome counterbalance to her own seriousness.
Despite his tendency to be annoying, Jaskier had become a steadfast friend. His loyalty and unwavering support were constants she had come to rely on, even if she didn’t always show it. As they reached the village and the grateful villagers began to cheer, Elara glanced at Jaskier, a genuine smile breaking through her usual reserve.
“Thank you, Jaskier,” she said softly, her voice sincere.
He looked at her, surprised but pleased. “Anytime, Elara. Anytime.”
Vesemir
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Elara met Vesemir at Kaer Morhen, where she sought refuge and advice on dealing with a particularly challenging magical threat. Vesemir, as an experienced witcher, provides Elara with wisdom and guidance. He respects her knowledge of magic and her determination to make amends for her past. Vesemir’s calm and steady presence offers Elara a sense of stability and reassurance. She views him as a fatherly figure and values his advice.
Elara’s journey brought her to the ancient keep of Kaer Morhen, the stronghold of the witchers, during the harsh winter months. She had been tracking a powerful and elusive curse that required knowledge and resources she couldn't access alone. Word of her mission had reached Geralt, who suggested she seek the counsel of Vesemir, the oldest and most experienced witcher.
The ancient keep stood tall against the snow-covered mountains, a bastion of old magic and forgotten histories. Elara approached the gates with a mix of trepidation and determination, knowing this encounter could be pivotal.
The gates of Kaer Morhen creaked open, and Elara stepped inside, her breath visible in the cold air. She was greeted by Geralt, who led her through the winding halls to a spacious, well-worn chamber where Vesemir was waiting. The elder witcher stood by a roaring fire, his presence commanding yet calm.
“Vesemir, this is Elara,” Geralt introduced. “She’s seeking help with a curse.”
Vesemir turned, his piercing eyes studying Elara with a mix of curiosity and wisdom. “Welcome to Kaer Morhen, Elara. Geralt has spoken highly of your skills.”
Elara inclined her head respectfully. “Thank you for seeing me, Vesemir. I’ve come across a curse that I can’t break on my own. I was hoping you might have some insight.”
Vesemir gestured for her to sit by the fire, his demeanor warm and welcoming. “Tell me about this curse. What have you discovered so far?”
Elara explained the details of the curse, her findings, and the challenges she had faced in trying to lift it. Vesemir listened intently, occasionally nodding and asking probing questions to better understand the situation.
“You’ve done well to get this far,” Vesemir said finally. “Curses like these are rare and dangerous. It will take a combination of knowledge, skill, and perhaps a bit of luck to break it.”
Over the next few days, Elara and Vesemir worked closely together. Vesemir’s extensive knowledge of curses and magical lore proved invaluable, and Elara was struck by his patience and willingness to share his wisdom. He treated her as an equal, respecting her abilities and insights.
One evening, as they pored over ancient texts and discussed possible solutions, Elara found herself opening up to Vesemir about her past. She spoke of her controversial experiments, her exile, and her quest for redemption. Vesemir listened without judgment, his steady presence reassuring.
“We all have our mistakes,” Vesemir said thoughtfully. “What matters is what we do to atone for them. You’ve taken a difficult path, Elara, but it’s clear you’re committed to making things right.”
Elara felt a sense of relief and gratitude. “Thank you, Vesemir. Your guidance means more than you know.”
Vesemir’s fatherly demeanor provided Elara with a sense of stability and reassurance she hadn’t realized she needed. He became a mentor and a trusted advisor, offering not only his knowledge but also his wisdom and perspective on life’s challenges.
After weeks of research and preparation, Elara and Vesemir were finally ready to attempt breaking the curse. The ritual was complex and dangerous, requiring precise execution and unwavering focus. Together, they performed the ritual, their combined efforts finally lifting the curse and freeing those affected by it.
As the last vestiges of the curse dissipated, Elara felt a profound sense of accomplishment. She turned to Vesemir, who nodded in approval. “Well done, Elara. You’ve proven your strength and dedication.”
Their shared success forged a lasting bond between Elara and Vesemir. She continued to visit Kaer Morhen, seeking his counsel on other magical matters and enjoying the camaraderie of the witchers. Vesemir became a steadfast mentor and friend, guiding her with a steady hand and a kind heart.
Powers and Abilities
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Elara's abilities stem from her exceptional talent and rigorous training at Aretuza, the premier academy for young sorceresses. She has mastered a wide array of spells and magical disciplines, making her a formidable mage.
Elara can conjure and control fire, using it both offensively and defensively. She can create fireballs, streams of flame, and protective fire barriers. Her mastery allows her to fine-tune the intensity and direction of the fire. Elara can manipulate water, summoning water blasts, creating water shields, and even purifying water sources. This ability is particularly useful for both combat and survival. She can control earth and stone, using them to create barriers, launch projectiles, and even cause minor earthquakes. This ability provides her with versatile defensive and offensive options. Elara can control the wind, using it to create gusts that can knock enemies off balance, deflect projectiles, or enhance her mobility by allowing her to jump higher or move faster.
Elara has a deep understanding of curses, able to cast complex and powerful ones. However, she uses this knowledge sparingly and responsibly due to the potential consequences. Her knowledge of necromancy also allows her to lift curses and dispel dark enchantments. This ability makes her a valuable ally in combating malevolent forces. Elara can communicate with spirits and the dead, seeking their guidance or information. This ability provides her with unique insights and assistance in her quests.
Elara is skilled in alchemy, able to create a variety of potions, elixirs, and salves. Her potions can heal wounds, enhance physical abilities, provide temporary magical boosts, or grant protection against certain types of magic. She can also craft potent poisons and antidotes, using them strategically in combat or to protect herself and her allies from toxin-related threats. Elara can cast powerful healing spells, mending wounds and curing ailments. Her healing abilities are highly advanced, allowing her to treat even severe injuries and magical afflictions. She can accelerate the body’s natural healing processes, both for herself and others, providing swift recovery from injuries and fatigue.
Elara can create magical barriers and shields to protect herself and her allies from physical and magical attacks. These barriers can be tailored to specific threats, providing robust defense in battle. She can cast wards to protect areas from dark magic and malevolent entities. These wards can be used to safeguard villages, campsites, and other important locations.
Elara can move objects with her mind, using telekinesis both in combat and for practical purposes. She can disarm opponents, move obstacles, and manipulate objects from a distance. She has the ability to teleport short distances, allowing her to evade attacks, reposition herself strategically in battle, or escape dangerous situations. Elara can cast invisibility spells to conceal herself or her allies, useful for stealth missions and surprise attacks.
Elara possesses extensive knowledge of ancient lore and magical texts. This expertise allows her to identify rare magical artifacts, understand complex spells, and devise strategies to counter powerful enemies. She can inscribe runes and glyphs, imbuing them with various magical effects. These runes can be used to trap enemies, enhance weapons, or protect areas from intrusion.
Due to her controversial experiments, Elara has developed a unique ability to manipulate raw magical energy. This power allows her to absorb and redirect magical attacks, turning an enemy's power against them. She can combine different elemental spells to create hybrid effects. For example, she can fuse fire and earth to create molten projectiles or combine water and air to summon a freezing storm.
Strengths and Limitations
Strengths: Elara's versatility in magic makes her a formidable opponent and a valuable ally. Her deep understanding of both light and dark magic provides her with a wide range of tools to tackle various challenges.
Limitations: Despite her vast abilities, Elara is cautious about using certain types of magic, particularly those related to necromancy and dark arts, due to the potential consequences. Her need to constantly move and stay hidden limits her access to extensive magical resources and libraries, sometimes requiring her to rely on her own knowledge and improvisation.
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gcthvile · 6 months ago
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Bjorn of Brokilon: A Witcher OC
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Early Years in Brokilon
Bjorn was discovered as an infant on the outskirts of Brokilon, the ancient forest home to the dryads. His cries were heard by a group of dryad scouts, who found him swaddled in a rough blanket, abandoned and alone. They brought him to Eithné, the queen of the dryads, who decided to raise him among their own.
Growing up in Brokilon was unique. Bjorn’s earliest memories were of the towering trees and the perpetual whisper of leaves. The dryads treated him with a mix of curiosity and care, teaching him their ways. He learned the language of the forest, Elder Speech, and how to navigate the dense, magical woods. Under their guidance, he became proficient in tracking, archery, and herbalism.
As Bjorn matured, his role within the dryad society became clear. He was a bridge between their secluded world and the ever-encroaching human societies. The dryads valued his ability to understand human behavior and language, tasks difficult for them due to their isolation and mistrust of outsiders.
Bjorn often traveled to the borders of Brokilon, where he would meet human envoys or curious wanderers. He negotiated on behalf of the dryads, explaining their need for seclusion and protecting their territory from those who would exploit its resources. His deep understanding of both cultures made him an effective mediator, though it also highlighted his own sense of displacement.
Bjorn’s dual existence was challenging. In Brokilon, he was always reminded of his human origins, a fact that made him different from the dryads despite his upbringing. Outside the forest, he was seen as an oddity, a human who spoke the dryad language and held their customs. This constant balancing act left him questioning where he truly belonged.
He often pondered his identity while wandering the forest alone, seeking solace in the natural world. The dryads were his family, yet he couldn’t ignore his human heritage. This internal conflict shaped much of his early adult life, driving him to understand more about the human world.
Bjorn’s life took a significant turn when he encountered a group of witchers passing through Brokilon. He was fascinated by their tales of monster hunting and their unique place in the world. They were outsiders like him, living between the human world and the supernatural.
The idea of becoming a witcher appealed to Bjorn. It offered a way to explore his human side while still adhering to a code that valued protection and balance, much like the dryads. After much deliberation and with the reluctant blessing of Eithné, he decided to leave Brokilon to pursue witcher training.
Training to become a witcher was intense and often brutal. Bjorn’s background in Brokilon had prepared him physically, but the mental and emotional challenges were significant. He faced prejudice from his fellow trainees who saw him as different. The trials of mutation, a necessary part of becoming a witcher, tested his endurance and willpower. Despite these challenges, he persevered, driven by the desire to find his place in the world. Now a full-fledged witcher, Bjorn roams the Continent, taking on contracts and protecting those in need. His upbringing in Brokilon gives him a unique perspective and set of skills that prove invaluable in his work. He often finds himself mediating disputes, not just between humans and dryads, but among various factions and creatures.
First Encounter with Geralt of Rivia.
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The sun was setting, casting long shadows through the dense foliage of Brokilon Forest. Bjorn, now a seasoned witcher, was on patrol near the forest's edge. He had heard rumors of a monster terrorizing a nearby village and wanted to ensure it didn't encroach on dryad territory. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the sounds of the forest winding down for the night.
Bjorn moved silently through the underbrush, his senses alert. As he approached the edge of the forest, he saw a lone figure standing in a clearing. The man wore a long, weathered cloak and carried two swords on his back. His white hair and cat-like eyes marked him unmistakably as a witcher. Bjorn knew who this was: Geralt of Rivia, the famed White Wolf.
Geralt was examining tracks on the ground, his expression one of deep concentration. Bjorn stepped out from the shadows, making his presence known with a slight rustle of leaves. Geralt’s head snapped up, his hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of his steel sword.
“Easy there,” Bjorn said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “I’m a witcher, like you.”
Geralt’s eyes narrowed as he studied Bjorn. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice calm but wary.
“I could ask you the same,” Bjorn replied. “This is the edge of Brokilon. The dryads don’t take kindly to trespassers.”
Geralt relaxed slightly, his hand moving away from his sword. “I’m tracking a monster that’s been attacking villagers nearby. Thought it might have wandered into the forest.”
Bjorn nodded. “I’ve heard the rumors. I was checking to make sure it didn’t make its way into Brokilon. The dryads have enough to deal with without a monster roaming their woods.”
The tension between them eased as they realized they were on the same side. Bjorn stepped closer, his eyes scanning the ground where Geralt had been looking. “What have you found?”
“Tracks,” Geralt said, pointing to the disturbed earth. “Large, probably a fiend or a chort. Hard to tell without seeing more.”
Bjorn knelt down, examining the tracks with a practiced eye. “Looks like it’s heading north, away from the forest.
Geralt nodded. “Good. That means it hasn’t gotten into Brokilon yet.”
Bjorn stood, meeting Geralt’s gaze. “I’ll help you track it. Two witchers are better than one, and I don’t want this thing doubling back into the forest.”
Geralt considered for a moment before nodding. “Alright. Let’s move before it gets too dark.”
The two witchers moved swiftly and silently through the woods, following the tracks. As they traveled, they exchanged stories of their experiences and the places they had seen. Bjorn was intrigued by Geralt’s tales of monsters and adventures, while Geralt was curious about Bjorn’s unique upbringing among the dryads.
Their combined skills made tracking the creature easier, and soon they came upon the monster’s lair. The battle was fierce but brief, their coordinated attacks overwhelming the fiend. As they stood over the fallen beast, catching their breath, Bjorn looked at Geralt with a newfound respect.
“Good work,” Geralt said, wiping his sword clean.
“You too,” Bjorn replied. “Maybe we’ll run into each other again.”
“Maybe,” Geralt said with a faint smile. “Take care of yourself, Bjorn of Brokilon.”
With that, the two witchers parted ways, each heading back to their respective paths. Bjorn watched Geralt disappear into the night, feeling a sense of camaraderie he hadn’t expected. The world was vast and full of dangers, but knowing there were others like him, fighting the same battles, made it feel a little less lonely.
Meeting the Bard
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The bustling city of Vengerberg was alive with activity as Bjorn made his way through the crowded streets. He was in the city to collect a bounty for a monster he had recently slain and decided to stop by a well-known tavern, "The Silver Harp," for a drink and some rest. The tavern was lively, filled with the sounds of laughter, conversation, and music.
As Bjorn entered the tavern, his senses were immediately assaulted by the warm, smoky air and the clamor of patrons. His eyes were drawn to a small stage at the far end of the room where a bard was performing. The man had a lute slung over his shoulder and was singing an upbeat tune that had the entire room clapping along. Bjorn recognized him instantly: Jaskier, the famous bard whose songs about Geralt of Rivia were known throughout the Continent.
Bjorn found an empty seat at the bar and ordered a tankard of ale. He listened to Jaskier's performance, enjoying the music more than he cared to admit. When the song ended, the tavern erupted in applause, and Jaskier took a theatrical bow before hopping off the stage. He made his way to the bar, grinning widely as he basked in the adoration of the crowd.
"Another round for our talented bard!" someone shouted, and Jaskier accepted the offer with a flourish.
As Jaskier approached the bar, his eyes landed on Bjorn. The bard's curiosity was piqued by the sight of a witcher he didn't recognize. He sidled up to Bjorn, leaning casually against the bar.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Jaskier said with a playful smile, his eyes twinkling. "A witcher I've yet to write a song about. What brings you to Vengerberg, my friend?"
Bjorn raised an eyebrow, amused by the bard's exuberance. "Just passing through. Collecting a bounty."
Jaskier’s eyes lit up with interest. "A bounty, you say? Sounds like there's a story worth telling. I'm Jaskier, by the way."
"Bjorn," the witcher replied, shaking the offered hand. "Bjorn of Brokilon."
Jaskier's eyes widened in recognition. "Brokilon? The forest of dryads? Now that's intriguing. You must have quite the tales to tell. Mind if I join you?"
Bjorn nodded, and Jaskier pulled up a stool next to him. They exchanged stories, with Jaskier eagerly listening to Bjorn's accounts of growing up among the dryads and his journey to becoming a witcher. In return, Jaskier regaled Bjorn with tales of his adventures with Geralt and his own misadventures as a bard.
Throughout their conversation, Jaskier's interest in Bjorn became increasingly apparent. His compliments were laced with flirtation, and he often leaned closer than necessary, his hand occasionally brushing against Bjorn's arm.
"You know," Jaskier said, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone, "a story like yours deserves more than just a song. It deserves an epic ballad, sung in every court and tavern."
Bjorn chuckled, a bit flustered by the bard’s attention. "I'm not sure my life is that interesting."
Jaskier tilted his head, a playful smile on his lips. "Oh, I beg to differ. A human raised by dryads, now a witcher? It's the stuff of legend. And I must admit," he added, his eyes locking with Bjorn's, "I find you quite fascinating."
Bjorn was taken aback by Jaskier’s directness but found himself intrigued by the bard’s charm and confidence. The night wore on, and their conversation flowed easily, punctuated by Jaskier’s teasing remarks and lingering glances.
At one point, Jaskier leaned in, his voice a soft murmur. "You know, I’ve always had a thing for strong, silent types. There’s something mysterious and alluring about them."
Bjorn met his gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. "Is that so? And what makes you think I'm the strong, silent type?"
Jaskier grinned. "Just a hunch. Besides, I do enjoy a challenge."
As the evening drew to a close, Jaskier placed a hand on Bjorn’s arm, his touch warm and lingering. "I hope our paths cross again, Bjorn of Brokilon. Perhaps next time, I can persuade you to share more of your adventures. Over a drink, or maybe something more… private."
Bjorn felt a flush creep up his neck but managed to keep his composure. "We’ll see, Jaskier. Take care of yourself.
Jaskier's smile was dazzling as he stood up. "Until we meet again, then."
As Bjorn watched Jaskier disappear into the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. The bard's interest and flirtation had been unexpected but not unwelcome. For the first time in a long while, Bjorn found himself looking forward to the possibility of something more than just the solitary life of a witcher.
The Mage of Vengerberg
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Bjorn was traveling near the outskirts of Vengerberg, on his way to collect payment for a recently completed contract. The path wound through a forest, much less dense and magical than Brokilon but still full of natural beauty. As he walked, he noticed a faint smell of ozone in the air, a sure sign of powerful magic having been used recently.
Ahead, Bjorn saw a figure standing in the middle of the path. The woman was dressed in black and white, her long, raven hair blowing slightly in the breeze. Even from a distance, Bjorn could feel the aura of power radiating from her. He knew immediately who she was: Yennefer of Vengerberg, the renowned sorceress.
As he approached, Yennefer turned to face him, her violet eyes narrowing. "What business does a witcher have in these parts?" she asked, her tone cool and slightly dismissive.
Bjorn stopped a few paces away, meeting her gaze without flinching. "I could ask the same of you, sorceress. I was tracking a wyvern that had been terrorizing a nearby village. The beast is dead, and I'm on my way to collect the bounty."
Yennefer raised an eyebrow. "Wyverns are not known to stray this close to Vengerberg. Interesting."
Bjorn nodded. "I found traces of magic near its lair. It might have been driven here by a spell or enchantment."
Yennefer’s eyes flashed with annoyance. "Are you implying that I had something to do with it?"
Bjorn shook his head. "I'm not implying anything. Just stating what I found. If you had nothing to do with it, then we're both just following the same mystery."
Yennefer stepped closer, her presence imposing. "You’re quite bold for a witcher. Most would know better than to cross a sorceress."
Bjorn stood his ground. "I’m not most witchers. And I’m not here to cross anyone. I’m here to do my job."
There was a moment of silence as they stared each other down, the tension palpable. Finally, Yennefer's expression softened slightly, a hint of curiosity replacing the hostility.
"Very well, witcher," she said. "What is your name?"
"Bjorn of Brokilon."
Yennefer's eyes widened slightly. "Brokilon? You are the witcher raised by dryads?"
Bjorn nodded. "That's right."
Their initial hostility gave way to a more cautious curiosity as they continued to talk. Yennefer was intrigued by Bjorn’s unique background, and Bjorn found himself fascinated by Yennefer’s knowledge of magic and the arcane. Despite their rocky start, they began to find common ground.
As they walked together towards Vengerberg, Yennefer shared her suspicions about the wyvern's unusual behavior. "I've been investigating strange magical disturbances in the area. If what you say is true, it might be related."
Bjorn listened attentively. "Do you have any leads?"
Yennefer nodded. "There’s a ruin not far from here where I sensed a strong magical presence. I was on my way there when I encountered you."
Bjorn considered this. "I’ll come with you. Two pairs of eyes are better than one."
Yennefer arched an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I need your help?"
Bjorn smiled slightly. "Call it a hunch. Besides, I have experience dealing with magical creatures. It could come in handy."
Yennefer agreed, and they made their way to the ruins together. The journey was filled with a mix of cautious conversation and professional respect. Bjorn’s knowledge of tracking and combat complemented Yennefer’s magical prowess, and they quickly formed an effective team.
At the ruins, they discovered a powerful artifact that had been disturbed, causing the magical disturbances and driving the wyvern from its territory. Working together, they neutralized the artifact’s power and restored balance to the area.
As they stood over the now-quiet ruins, Yennefer looked at Bjorn with a newfound respect. "You were right, witcher. Your help was valuable."
Bjorn nodded. "And your magic saved us more than once. We make a good team."
Yennefer smiled, a rare sight. "Perhaps. If our paths cross again, I would not be opposed to working together."
Over time, Bjorn and Yennefer’s paths did cross again, often enough that their initial hostility transformed into a strong and reliable companionship. They learned to trust each other, relying on their respective strengths to overcome various challenges. Despite their differences, they found that they shared a mutual respect and understanding that grew deeper with each encounter.
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Triss Merigold
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Bjorn meets Triss while seeking help for a magical ailment afflicting a dryad from Brokilon. Impressed by her compassion and skill, he quickly forms a positive opinion of her.
Triss becomes someone Bjorn trusts implicitly. He often turns to her for advice on magical matters and values her honest and kind-hearted nature. They collaborate on various missions, combining Triss’s magical abilities with Bjorn’s combat skills and knowledge of Brokilon. Their teamwork is effective and harmonious. Triss’s warmth and understanding provide Bjorn with a sense of comfort and belonging. Their friendship is marked by mutual support, empathy, and a shared desire to protect the innocent.
Cirilla of Cintra
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Bjorn meets Ciri through Geralt, intrigued by the young girl’s fierce determination and unique destiny. Their first encounter is during a moment of crisis, where they have to work together to survive.
Bjorn takes on a protective, almost brotherly role with Ciri. He shares his knowledge of the wilds and survival skills, helping her navigate the dangerous world they live in. Ciri respects Bjorn’s experience and wisdom, while Bjorn admires Ciri’s bravery and resilience. Their bond grows as they face numerous challenges together. They often team up for various quests, with Ciri learning from Bjorn’s unique blend of dryad and witcher skills. Their adventures are filled with excitement, danger, and a growing sense of family.
Personality
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Bjorn's upbringing in Brokilon among the dryads instilled in him a deep sense of resilience and adaptability. He learned to thrive in an environment that was both nurturing and demanding, which has made him capable of handling the challenges of being a witcher with grace. He can quickly adjust to new situations and environments, using his unique skills to navigate through difficulties.
Bjorn is a man of few words, preferring to listen and observe rather than dominate a conversation. This trait makes him an excellent mediator, as he is able to understand the perspectives of others before making judgments. His quiet nature often leads people to underestimate him, but those who know him recognize his sharp mind and keen insight.
Having been raised by the dryads, Bjorn developed a strong sense of loyalty and protectiveness, especially towards those he considers family and friends. He feels a deep responsibility towards Brokilon and its inhabitants, often going out of his way to protect the forest and its people. This extends to his companions as well; once he forms a bond, he is fiercely loyal and will go to great lengths to ensure their safety.
Bjorn constantly grapples with his identity, feeling torn between his human heritage and his upbringing among the dryads. This internal conflict drives much of his personal journey, as he seeks to find where he truly belongs. His time as a witcher has added another layer to this struggle, further complicating his sense of self. Despite these conflicts, he remains dedicated to finding a balance and understanding his place in the world.
Bjorn holds a strong moral code, influenced by both the dryads' respect for nature and the witchers' code of conduct. He values honor and integrity, often making decisions based on what he believes to be right rather than what is easy. This sense of ethics guides his actions, whether he is negotiating a truce or battling a monster.
Bjorn's curiosity about the human world and his desire to understand his own heritage drive him to explore beyond the borders of Brokilon. He has a thirst for knowledge and is always eager to learn new things, whether it's about magic, different cultures, or ancient lore. This inquisitiveness helps him grow and adapt, constantly expanding his understanding of the world.
In the face of danger, Bjorn remains calm and composed. His ability to stay level-headed under pressure is a testament to his training and upbringing. This trait makes him an effective problem solver and a reliable companion in crises, as he can assess situations objectively and act accordingly.
Growing up in the forest taught Bjorn the value of self-sufficiency. He is highly independent, capable of taking care of himself in almost any situation. This independence sometimes makes it difficult for him to ask for help or rely on others, but it also means that he is resourceful and capable of surviving on his own.
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welcome to my little rant about how much i love the parallels between angel crowley and demon crowley (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)
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starting with angel crowley, basically i just love how he is most likely to care about his creations and work rather than the other angels and i will never stop talking about the before the beginning scene where his only concern was how the starts he worked so much on building were going to be destroyed, he didn't care about aziraphale, like i always mentioned, HE NEVER EVEN BOTHERED WITH THE NAME. like, his work, his creations were the only important things for him, the only thing he cared about and I'm pretty sure that's exactly why he doesn't remember any of the other angels as a demon, because he never cared, as in he was so caught up in his creations that he just never contacted or interacted with other angels unless it was necessary for him. i will stand by that.
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DEMON CROWLEY HOWEVER cares so much, a little too much even, especially for aziraphale, the same angel he didn't even bother of asking the name, the same angel who he is now in love with and would literally do anything for. demon crowley does act like he doesn't care about anyone but he does, he cares so much that makes you doubt how did he even become a demon, he does more good deeds than an angel, a being that is supposed to be purer and kinder than a demon. he pretended to make the goats vanish when he just turned them into crows, he talked a girl out of drinking poison and killing herself, he was concerned about the kids being drowned. he cares about humanity, he cares about the earth, he cares. and that's the difference i love between angel crowley and demon crowley. angel crowley doesn't care about anything but his creations only, demon crowley cares about everything but himself.
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thank you for coming to my ted talk, remember that it's only my opinion about the character and just in case if y'all think i don't like angel crowley, I LOVE HIM DEARLY (he's literally my son), i just expressed what i have noticed and what i think of him from what we got from that scene, so if you have any opinions or headcanons of yourself do let me know in the comments!
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Ellison Stark
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Name: Elisson "Liz" Stark
Age: early 20s in WW II, 101 in modern world.
Birth date: August 15, 1922.
Birthplace: Small town in New York
Height: 6'1
Sexuality: Bisexual
Background
Elisson "Liz" Stark was born into the renowned Stark family, known for their wealth and ingenuity. Growing up in the shadow of his older brother, Howard Stark, Liz was constantly surrounded by innovation and technological advancements. From a young age, Liz demonstrated a natural aptitude for engineering and invention, much like Howard. The two brothers shared a close bond, often collaborating on various projects and missions.
During World War II, Liz joined forces with Howard, his best friend Jennifer, Peggy Carter, and Captain America to combat Hydra and other global threats. Liz played a crucial role in developing advanced technology and strategies that helped the Allies gain the upper hand in many battles. Despite the dangers, Liz's courage and determination never wavered.
In 1945, during a high-stakes mission, Liz made the ultimate sacrifice. To save his team and thwart a Hydra plot, he fell into freezing water, which led to his preservation in suspended animation. His selfless act was instrumental in the mission's success, but it left his loved ones believing he was lost forever.
Decades later, Liz was discovered and revived by SHIELD. Disoriented by the vast changes in the world, he found solace and purpose in continuing his fight for justice. With the help of SHIELD and a certain blonde, Liz adapted to modern technology and resumed his work as an inventor and strategist.
The Stark brothers
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Elisson and his older brother Howard were more than just siblings—they were partners in mischief and innovation. Growing up in a household where curiosity was encouraged, they spent their days tinkering with gadgets and dreaming up wild ideas.
Howard always saw something special in Liz's knack for problem-solving. He made sure Liz was right there with him in all his experiments, treating him like an equal rather than a kid brother. Their bond was a mix of respect, trust, and good-natured teasing.
As the protective big brother, Howard pushed Liz to chase after his wildest dreams, while Liz never failed to challenge Howard's assumptions and add his own twist to their adventures. Together, they were a dynamic duo, balancing each other out with their different strengths and quirks.
Jennifer Underwood
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Back in the 1940s, Elisson "Liz" Stark and Jennifer hit it off right from the start as SHIELD agents working alongside Howard Stark. Bonding over their shared thrill for adventure and danger, they became inseparable. Liz admired Jennifer's quick wit and charm, which always added a bit of fun to their serious missions. Despite Jennifer's mischievous side, Liz trusted her deeply, knowing her heart was in the right place. Jennifer, in turn, made sure Liz stayed safe and provided him with emotional support when needed.
As time marched on into the modern era, their friendship only grew stronger. Jennifer helped Liz navigate the complexities of new technology, taking on a protective role akin to Howard's. She was there for him when he emerged from suspended animation, offering unwavering support and guidance. Their bond, built on mutual respect and trust, stood the test of time.
Liz valued Jennifer's loyalty and kindness, while Jennifer cherished Liz's sharp mind and determination. Their playful banter and deep connection remained a constant and essential part of their lives over the decades.
Personality
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Elisson Stark is a man of exceptional intelligence, resilience, and determination, honed by his upbringing in the innovative Stark household. Encouraged to explore his intellectual capabilities from a young age, Liz developed a sharp mind and a thirst for knowledge. Known for his resourcefulness, creative problem-solving skills, and strategic acumen, he excels in high-pressure scenarios.
Liz is not just a thinker but also a skilled operative, proficient in hand-to-hand combat, marksmanship, and espionage. His experiences as a SHIELD agent and in the war effort have endowed him with enhanced physical capabilities, including superior reflexes, agility, and stamina.
Despite his formidable abilities, Liz remains humble and occasionally struggles to ask for help, reflecting his self-reliant nature. Adjusting to the modern world after emerging from suspended animation can be challenging, causing him to sometimes feel disconnected due to the significant time gap. His strong sense of duty and mission-focused mindset can lead him to prioritize tasks over personal relationships, occasionally displaying stubbornness and headstrong behavior.
Driven by a deep commitment to protecting the innocent and fighting for justice, Liz's compassionate heart extends fiercely to his loved ones, especially his brother Howard Stark. His nurturing nature goes beyond familial ties, always ready to lend a hand to those in need.
In summary, Elisson Stark is a brilliant, adaptable, and compassionate individual. His intelligence, resilience, and unwavering sense of justice make him a formidable force for good, striving to positively impact the lives of others with both his sharp mind and caring heart.
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Echoes Of What Was
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Characters: Finlay Holmes (OC) & Sherlock Holmes
Featuring: Mycroft Holmes, John Watson and Liane Felton (OC of @missstrawbs2001 )
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Warnings: perhaps angst?
It had been a frustrating week for young Finlay. Mycroft had been putting him through his paces, quizzing him on deduction techniques and having him assist with various cases. But the 10-year-old found it difficult to maintain his older brother's exacting standards.
At breakfast one morning, Fin had accidentally knocked over a cup of coffee into Mycroft's open notebook. Mycroft froze him with a withering glare as the pages soaked through. "Do be more careful, little brother. One might think you purposefully aimed to sabotage my work."
Later, Fin misplaced an important file Mycroft had lent him. When he couldn't find it, Mycroft was furious. "How can you expect to solve puzzles if you can't keep simple documents in order!" Fin shrank under the scolding, unable to meet Mycroft's eyes.
The final straw came during another tea-stained incident, this time ruining crucial evidence. As Mycroft roared at him, Fin fled to his room, silent tears streaming down his cheeks. He collapsed onto his bed, hugging a pillow tight as muffled sobs racked his small frame.
Fin lay face-down on the bed, shoulders shuddering as he tried to muffle his sobs. The sting of Mycroft's harsh reprimands still felt fresh, the familiar ache of frustration and hurt welling up inside him. He had tried so hard to live up to Mycroft's exacting standards, but inevitably, his youthful clumsiness and emotion would get the better of him.
A soft knock on the door interrupted Fin's misery. He lifted his head just enough to see Sherlock enter, dark curls framing his pensive expression. Sherlock regarded his younger brother analytically, cataloging the signs of distress before speaking in his trademark detached tone.
"I see Mycroft has been pushing you to the limits of your abilities again." It was a statement, not a question. Sherlock moved to the edge of the bed, studying Fin with unreadable eyes. "Your emotional response is understandable, though not particularly productive."
Fin sniffed, swiping at his damp cheeks. "I can never do anything right," he whispered brokenly. Sherlock hummed noncommittally. "That is not an accurate assessment. Your skills are still developing, as is to be expected at your age. Mycroft simply has no patience for anything less than perfection."
When Fin's lower lip began to tremble, Sherlock hesitated, seemingly unsure how to proceed. After a moment, he tentatively reached out and placed a hand on Fin's shoulder. "However, your capacity for compassion is not a weakness, as Mycroft would have you believe. It is a strength that will serve you well, if properly harnessed."
Fin lifted his head, eyes red-rimmed. "But what if I'm never as smart as you and Mycroft?" His voice was small, laced with self-doubt. Sherlock considered this for a long moment, his gaze inscrutable. "Intelligence takes many forms. The true test is how one utilizes one's abilities, not the raw power itself."
He squeezed Fin's shoulder briefly before withdrawing his hand, the gesture almost perfunctory. "In time, you will learn to balance your emotions with reason. Until then, know that I...recognize the value in your unique perspective." Sherlock's lips quirked in the barest hint of a smile, a rare display of warmth from the enigmatic brother.
Sherlock observed Fin carefully, noting the way the tension slowly drained from his younger brother's frame. While Sherlock was not one to coddle or indulge emotional outbursts, he recognized the value in guiding Fin through this challenge with a steadier hand.
"Come now, don't let Mycroft's harsh words fester. That will only breed more self-doubt." Sherlock stood and retrieved one of Fin's science textbooks from the shelf. "Why don't we review the latest chapter you've been studying? I'm sure putting that keen intellect of yours to work will help restore a sense of focus."
Fin looked up, cautious hope flickering in his eyes. He knew Sherlock's approach would not involve the soothing comfort Fin craved, but the cool rationality often proved grounding in its own way. Fin sat up and accepted the book, flipping it open as Sherlock settled back onto the bed beside him.
In his usual precise manner, Sherlock began quizzing Fin on the scientific principles, providing insightful commentary and gently correcting any mistakes. Fin found himself getting absorbed in the familiar task, his mind gradually shifting away from the sting of Mycroft's words.
Though Sherlock's demeanor remained composed, Fin could sense a subtle undercurrent of encouragement in the way his brother probed for Fin's thoughts and observations. It was Sherlock's way of affirming Fin's capabilities, even if he didn't express it through overt displays of affection.
As the impromptu study session drew to a close, Sherlock regarded Fin with a contemplative expression. "You performed admirably. I have no doubt that with continued diligence, you will surpass even Mycroft's lofty standards - in your own time."
The faintest trace of a smile crossed Sherlock's features. "And when that day comes, I suspect Mycroft will be forced to acknowledge the true depth of your abilities. But for now, focus on honing your craft. The recognition will follow."
Over the years, Sherlock's quiet support and guidance helped Fin blossom into a highly capable detective in his own right. Though he still maintained a compassionate nature, Fin began to emulate certain aspects of Mycroft's methodical approach as well.
Where once Fin had been quick to empathize and comfort those affected by the crimes they investigated, he now approached cases with a more dispassionate logic. Sherlock noticed the subtle changes creeping into Fin's behavior, a hint of Mycroft's clinical detachment seeping in.
"You're beginning to sound more like our dear brother every day," Sherlock remarked one afternoon as they reviewed evidence. Fin paused, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. "Is that truly such a bad thing? Mycroft's approach has proven effective.
Sherlock studied him for a long moment, something akin to disappointment flickering in his eyes. "Effectiveness is not the only measure of worth, Finlay. Sentiment, when properly balanced, can be a great strength." But Fin merely shrugged, unmoved by Sherlock's words.
As the years passed, the rift between the brothers grew. Fin became increasingly rigid, his decision-making driven by cold logic over compassion. Sherlock watched helplessly as the boy he had once comforted slowly transformed into a mirror image of Mycroft.
Gone was the Fin who had once relied on Sherlock's steadying presence. Now, Fin dismissed such "weaknesses" as he climbed the ranks, his thirst for achievement and recognition eclipsing all else. Sherlock found himself grieving the loss of the brother he had once known.
"You were meant for so much more than this empty pursuit of status," Sherlock lamented during one heated argument. But Fin was unwavering, his gaze as unyielding as Mycroft's. "I am doing what is necessary to excel. Emotions only hold one back in this line of work."
Sherlock's heart sank as he realized his efforts to support and nurture Fin had ultimately been in vain. The boy had chosen to forsake the very qualities Sherlock had once assured him were strengths. Now, Fin was little more than a younger version of the cold, calculating Mycroft.
With a heavy sigh, Sherlock conceded defeat. The bond between them, once so strong, had been slowly chipped away until only brittle remnants remained. Fin had made his choice, and there was nothing more Sherlock could do but watch helplessly as his brother slipped further and further away.
The tension between Sherlock and Fin had been building for years, but Sherlock could no longer remain silent. One afternoon, as they reviewed the evidence for a particularly challenging case, Sherlock broached the subject that had been weighing heavily on his mind.
"This single-minded pursuit of perfection and status - it's becoming your undoing, Finlay." Sherlock's voice was laced with a rare note of concern. "You're losing sight of what truly matters in this work."
Fin looked up from the files, his expression impassive. "I'm merely doing what is necessary to excel, as you and Mycroft have always expected of me." There was a subtle edge to his tone.
Sherlock shook his head. "Excelling, yes - but at what cost? You've become a mirror image of Mycroft, all logic and no heart." He fixed Fin with an penetrating gaze. "I thought I had taught you better than that."
Fin's jaw tightened. "You speak as if sentiment is a virtue, Sherlock. But in our line of work, it is a liability. Emotion clouds judgment and leads to mistakes."
"Mistakes?" Sherlock scoffed. "Fin, your capacity for empathy is what made you such an exceptional investigator. It's what set you apart from the cold, clinical approach Mycroft and I employ."
"And look where that 'empathy' has gotten me," Fin retorted. "Overlooked, underestimated - forever living in the shadow of my 'brilliant' brothers." His eyes narrowed. "No more. I will not be held back by sentiment any longer."
Sherlock felt a twinge of pain at Fin's words. "So you would cast aside the very thing that makes you human, all to chase after Mycroft's empty accolades?" He shook his head, disappointment etched into every line of his face. "I had hoped you were stronger than that."
Fin's composure began to crack, his mask of detachment slipping to reveal the underlying hurt. "You don't understand," he said, voice thick with emotion. "I've spent my entire life trying to prove myself, to be seen as more than just the 'emotional' one."
He met Sherlock's gaze, eyes shining with a mixture of frustration and anguish. "If I have to become a little more like Mycroft to finally earn the respect I deserve, then so be it."
Sherlock opened his mouth to respond, but Fin held up a hand, silencing him. "Save your lectures, Sherlock. I've made my choice." With that, he turned and strode out of the room, leaving Sherlock alone with the heavy weight of his failure to reach his brother.
Sherlock sat in stunned silence as Fin's anguished words hung in the air. He had known for some time that Fin was drifting away, drawn in by Mycroft's relentless pursuit of perfection. But to hear his brother give voice to such pain and determination to discard his compassion was a devastating blow.
Sherlock's sharp gaze softened with a profound sadness as he contemplated Fin's parting words. The younger man's choice to forsake the very qualities Sherlock had once assured him were strengths cut him deeply. He had failed to shield Fin from the corrosive influence of Mycroft's rigid mentality.
Rising from his chair, Sherlock strode to the door, hesitating for a moment before following after Fin. He found his brother standing at the window, shoulders rigid with tension. Sherlock approached cautiously, sensing the fragility of the moment.
"Finlay..." Sherlock began, his usually smooth baritone laced with uncharacteristic uncertainty. "I never intended for you to feel...overlooked. Your compassion has always been your greatest asset, not a weakness to be discarded."
Fin did not turn, his gaze fixed resolutely on the world beyond the glass. "It's too late for that now, Sherlock. I've made my choice - I'm going to become the detective Mycroft always wanted me to be."
"At the cost of your very humanity?" Sherlock's brow furrowed, a rare display of emotion. "Finlay, you're allowing Mycroft's standards to strip away the essence of who you are. That is a price far too high."
"And what if it isn't?" Fin shot back, finally facing Sherlock. His eyes burned with a single-minded determination that was achingly familiar. "Perhaps the cost of my 'humanity' is worth the respect and accolades I've been denied all these years."
Sherlock's heart sank as he recognized the stubborn pride that had so often driven Mycroft. "You speak as if sentiment is a liability, Fin. But it is what makes you exceptional - what makes you you. Mycroft may value order and efficiency above all else, but you..."
He reached out, placing a hand on Fin's shoulder. "You have the capacity to see the humanity in every case, to connect with people in a way Mycroft and I can scarcely fathom. That is an extraordinary gift, not a weakness to be discarded."
Fin's resolve wavered briefly, a flicker of the old Fin surfacing. But then the mask slammed back into place, his expression hardening once more. "Perhaps. But in the end, it is Mycroft's approach that is respected, that is rewarded. I'm tired of being overlooked."
Sherlock's grip tightened, a silent plea in his eyes. "Fin, please - don't let bitterness and the thirst for accolades twist you into something you're not. I've already lost you to Mycroft's shadow once before. I cannot bear to watch you lose yourself entirely."
But Fin shook his head, pulling away from Sherlock's touch. "I'm sorry, Sherlock." Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving Sherlock alone with the weight of his own failure to save his brother from the darkness that threatened to consume him.
Years later....
The air crackled with tension as the estranged Holmes brothers came face to face, their worlds colliding in a series of charged glances and carefully measured words. Sherlock's mercury-sharp gaze swept over Fin, cataloging the subtle changes that had taken place over the years - the rigid set of his shoulders, the faint lines of stress around his eyes, the cool detachment that had become his hallmark
"Finlay," Sherlock murmured, his voice silky and laced with a hint of sardonic wit. "How...unexpected to see you here." His lips curled into the barest semblance of a smile, but it failed to reach his eyes, which remained cold and assessing.
Fin's brow furrowed ever-so-slightly, betraying a flicker of unease at his brother's unorthodox mannerisms. "Sherlock," he acknowledged, inclining his head in a perfunctory nod. His gaze flickered briefly to John, who stood at Sherlock's side, a silent pillar of support. "I see you've acquired a...new companion." The subtle emphasis on the word was not lost on Sherlock.
"Ah, yes," Sherlock purred, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "John and I make for a rather...unique duo, don't we?" He cast a sidelong glance at his friend, his expression inscrutable. "Though I suppose you've found your own partner to, shall we say, appreciate your particular talents."
Fin's jaw tightened, and Liane, his trusted colleague, stepped forward, her brow creased with concern. "Fin, is everything alright?" The warmth in her voice was a stark contrast to the chill that hung between the brothers.
Fin spared her a brief, almost imperceptible softening of his features, a silent acknowledgment of her support. "It's fine, Felton." He turned back to Sherlock, his gaze hardening once more. "I don't have time for your games, Sherlock. We have work to do."
Sherlock's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glittering with a hint of challenge. "Games, Fin? Hardly." He tilted his head, his expression enigmatic. "I'm merely observing the changes that have taken place since we last...crossed paths."
The unspoken weight of those words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the chasm that had grown between the once-inseparable brothers. Fin's features tightened, his mask of composure slipping for the briefest of moments to reveal a flicker of hurt and frustration.
John, ever the voice of reason, stepped forward, his brow furrowed with concern. "Sherlock, perhaps we could all take a moment to—"
But Sherlock raised a hand, silencing his friend. "No need, John." He fixed Fin with an unwavering stare. "I'm sure Finlay and his partner have far more pressing matters to attend to." The subtle emphasis on the word "partner" did not go unnoticed by Liane, who looked between the brothers with a mixture of confusion and concern.
Fin's eyes narrowed, his lips thinning into a tight line. "Come, Felton," he said, his tone clipped and dismissive. "We're leaving." Without a backward glance, Fin turned and strode away, his partner hurrying to keep pace.
Liane spared one last curious glance at the two brothers, her gaze flitting between Sherlock and John. There was a silent question in her eyes, a silent plea for understanding, but Sherlock merely watched her retreating figure with an inscrutable expression.
Liane hurried to keep pace with Fin, her brow furrowed with concern. The tension between the Holmes brothers had been palpable, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the undercurrents she had sensed.
"Fin?" Liane ventured cautiously, her gaze sweeping over her partner's rigid posture. "Is everything alright? That seemed..." She paused, searching for the right words. "Intense."
Fin's jaw was set in a hard line, his features betraying the turmoil that raged within. "It's nothing, Felton," he replied tersely, his gaze fixed resolutely ahead. "Just a...family matter."
Liane bit her lip, weighing her next words carefully. She knew Fin was a intensely private person, but the raw emotion that had flashed across his face during the confrontation had been startling. "Fin, you know you can talk to me, right?" she murmured, her voice soft and reassuring. "Whatever's going on, you don't have to face it alone."
For a moment, Fin's steps faltered, and Liane saw a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. But just as quickly, the mask of composure slammed back into place, leaving Liane to wonder if she had imagined it.
"It's nothing, Liane," Fin repeated, his tone leaving no room for further discussion. "We need to focus on the case. There's no time for..." He paused, his lips thinning into a tight line. "Distractions."
Liane studied him for a long moment, her gaze searching. She knew better than to push Fin when he was in this kind of mood - his stubborn pride and aversion to vulnerability could be as formidable as his brilliant mind. But a part of her ached to see the man she had come to care for so deeply struggling with something that had clearly left him so rattled.
"Alright," she conceded, her voice laced with a hint of worry. "But you know I'm here, Fin, if you ever want to talk about it." She reached out, giving his arm a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
Fin's steps slowed, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to meet Liane's gaze. In the depths of his eyes, Liane saw a flicker of gratitude, a silent acknowledgment of her unwavering support. Then, just as quickly, the moment passed, and Fin was once again the consummate professional, his focus laser-sharp as they continued on their way.
Liane knew better than to press the issue further, but as she walked beside Fin, her mind couldn't help but linger on the haunted look she had glimpsed in his eyes - a look that spoke of a pain and a past she could only begin to imagine. Whatever had transpired between the Holmes brothers, it was clear that the wounds had not yet healed, and Liane couldn't help but wonder if Fin would ever truly be able to find the peace he so desperately sought.
As Fin and Liane disappeared from view, Sherlock let out a weary sigh, the weight of lost years and missed opportunities settling heavily on his shoulders. John, ever the steadfast companion, placed a hand on Sherlock's arm, his brow creased with concern.
"Sherlock," John murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Are you alright?"
Sherlock's gaze flickered to John, and for a moment, the mask of detachment slipped, revealing a glimpse of the turmoil that lay beneath. "I'm...fine, John," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Some wounds simply run too deep to heal."
John's expression softened with empathy. He had seen Sherlock in many states, from the manic highs of a solved case to the brooding lows of boredom and dissatisfaction. But this - this quiet, almost haunted look - was something new, and it tugged at John's heartstrings.
"Sherlock, what happened between you and Fin?" John asked gently, his hand tightening ever-so-slightly on his friend's arm. "I know you two were close, once. What changed?"
Sherlock's gaze darkened, his lips quirking into a humorless smile. "Ah, the eternal question, isn't it?" He shook his head, a mirthless chuckle escaping his lips. "What didn't change, John? The world, our family, us – it all seemed to shift and fracture, leaving us adrift, unable to find our way back to one another."
He paused, his eyes distant and haunted. "Fin always wanted to prove himself, to escape the shadow of Mycroft and myself. And in doing so, he became something... else." Sherlock's brow furrowed, a flicker of regret flickering across his features. "I tried to reach him, to show him that his compassion was a strength, not a weakness. But he was too determined, too stubborn to see it."
John listened in silence, his heart aching for the pain etched into Sherlock's face. He knew how deeply the detective cared for his family, despite his aloof, analytical exterior. To see him so visibly shaken by the rift between himself and Fin was a stark reminder of just how deeply those bonds ran.
"Have you tried talking to him again?" John asked, his voice gentle. "Maybe with some time, he's—"
"Time?" Sherlock scoffed, the bitterness in his tone startling John. "Time has only widened the chasm between us, John. Fin has made his choice, and I..." He trailed off, his jaw tightening. "I'm no longer certain I know how to reach him."
John fell silent, his grip on Sherlock's arm tightening in a silent show of support. He knew better than to push his friend, to try and force him to confront emotions he so clearly struggled with. Instead, he simply stood by Sherlock's side, offering the steadfast presence that had become a lifeline in the detective's tumultuous life.
After a long moment, Sherlock drew in a deep breath, his features smoothing into their usual inscrutable mask. "Come, John," he murmured, his tone brooking no argument. "We have work to do."
Without another word, Sherlock turned and strode away, his long coat billowing behind him. John watched him go, a deep sadness etched into his features as he contemplated the unbreakable bond that had once existed between the Holmes brothers – and the chasm that now threatened to keep them apart forever.
As Sherlock swept away, his long strides carrying him further from the scene, a weight of conflicting emotions settled upon him. Beneath the cool, detached facade he presented to the world, a maelstrom of feelings raged within.
Sherlock had always been the aloof, enigmatic one, the brother whose brilliance often obscured the depth of his emotional capacity. But in this moment, the fractures in his carefully constructed armor were impossible to ignore. The ache of loss, the bitterness of regret, the glimmer of hope that refused to be extinguished – all warred within him, leaving him feeling uncharacteristically adrift.
For Fin, the emotions were no less tumultuous, though he clung to his carefully cultivated mask of composure with an iron grip. As he strode alongside Liane, the memory of Sherlock's piercing gaze and the unspoken hurt it had conveyed haunted him. Try as he might to push it aside, to bury it beneath the relentless focus of his work, the echoes of their shared past refused to be silenced.
In the quiet moments, when the demands of the case faded into the background, Fin found himself remembering – remembering the boyish camaraderie they had once shared, the unwavering support Sherlock had offered, the unbreakable bond that had defined their childhood. And with those memories came a painful pang of regret, a longing for what they had lost, for the brothers they had once been.
But Fin had made his choices, driven by a need to prove himself, to escape the shadow of his siblings. And as much as a part of him ached to bridge the chasm that now separated them, the weight of his own stubborn pride and the years of distance made the task seem insurmountable. The idea of reaching out, of opening himself up to Sherlock's judgment, filled him with a familiar dread.
So the brothers pressed on, each consumed by the demands of their respective lives, their paths diverging ever further with each passing day. And beneath the surface, the unspoken bond that had once defined them lingered, a ghost that haunted them both – a reminder of the brothers they had been, and the men they had become.
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