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polarishq · 4 years ago

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Meet INGRID PELLETIER. They are of UNKNOWN age and origin. Ingrid embodies the star, STERRENNACHT. They use she/her pronouns. Their faceclaim is LILY COLLINS.

Sterrennacht reminds me of hair ribbons, grease and dirt caked beneath trimmed fingernails, an emergency bag packed next to the door (just in case), the inherent trauma of being a first-born daughter, an elaborate tea collection, peterpan collars and mary janes, anachronisms, the sting of a lost childhood, clothes carefully chosen to hide scars, please and thank yous, and always knowing where the nearest exit is.

BIOGRAPHY

Before we begin, it would be negligent of me not to warn you about the misfortunes that follow the Pelletier family. While many in the magical world are lucky to have childhoods filled with joy, a stable household, and shoes not worn through from running, that is not the case here. I urge you to turn back now, lest you be plagued with the recap of the Pelletier siblings’ lives.

It wasn’t always spent constantly looking over their shoulders. On the contrary, the circumstances of their birth are rather extraordinary. First came Ingrid, then her brother, and a few years down the line they were completed with another sister. The Pelletier parents were a well-off family, in a well-off time and place that has long since been forgotten by their children. They still remember their parents faces and their father’s laugh lines and their mother’s contagious laugh, but small details like their ages and hometown were lost along the way.

While all of the children were bright, polite, and pleasant to look at, each possessed their own unique interests in addition to their star mark. For Ingrid, this was in the fomr of an inquisitive mind that worked by breaking down the things around her to their most basic structures. She was, and remains, an inventory, focused on what she can contribute to make people’s day-to-day lives (and, by extension, their overall lives) easier.

Some time in her early adolescence, by a serendipitous (a word which here means lucky without intending to be) turn of events, Ingrid and her siblings were down at the beach when their lives went up in smoke. Up In Smoke is usually a metaphor referring to a disaster, but in this case it is both metaphorical and literal. A long-time family acquaintance met the children at the beach to inform them their their family home had caught fire with their parents still inside. In an instant, the Pelletier children became the Pelletier orphans, setting off a chain of events that none could have ever wanted.

They founds themselves in the custody of a man who claimed to be a distant relative, though none of the children had ever met him before. He had no intention of raising the children, and instead put them to work and only provided them with the bare minimum to survive. Through researching and digging behind his back, the Pelletiers discovered that he was biding time until he could collect their large family inheritance, something he planned to ensure by ultimately marrying Ingrid. They managed to thwart his plan but before the man could be locked up, he escaped, and the children were shuffled to a new home.

This too proved to be a tragic home. The man who was after their inheritance was a master of glamour spells, effectively making himself invisible to most adults. He followed them from home to home, a new disguise every time and leaving the Pelletiers’ latest caregivers in body bags. The details are far too grizzly to go into, and won’t do anything but make you want to settle down with a cup of calming oolong tea while reading a story much happier than this one (might I recommend Curious George?) Eventually, the Pelletier children were framed for crimes they did not commit and went on the run altogether. With no adults to protect them and their magic just coming to fruition, they only had each other and their own resilience to depend on.

Their series of unfortunate events had them traveling far and wide (through questionable academies, half-completed hospitals, travelling carnivals, and even to icy summits) and meeting many people along the way, both friend and foe. Eventually, their final encounter with the man landed them on an island, where he succumbed to death by a combination of a very fungal disaster and a wound from a harpoon gun.

One would think that with their nemesis gone, it would be nothing but clear skies ahead for the Pelletiers. And in a way, it was. In the time they spent escaping his clutches, Ingrid had turned old enough to receive their inheritance and their family was able to form some semblance of sanity. All is well that ends well, yes?

No. For while the Pelletier children were finally safe and financially secure, they had still spent many of their years not knowing if they would life to see the next day. Ingrid in particular, being the oldest, has utilized her skill set to continue protecting her younger siblings long after their biggest tormentor has died. Her learned suspiciousness coexists with the kindness taught to her by her parents, and the two often go toe-to-toe in her brain.

When a child learns a lack of trust at an early age, it often persists. Ingrid was somewhere inbetween, young enough to cling mistrust yet old enough to process her trauma as an outlier. Rationally knowing this, her choice to move their family to Polaris was born out of a want to reclaim their own lives. Not as the Pelletier orphans, three children who had dealt with danger after danger. But as the Pelletier siblings, each resilient and good and strong in their own merit, capable of moving forward.

Rather or not Ingrid has actually begun to move forward is up for debate.

INCLINATION

Sterrennacht cares not for what element a witch users, but rather what they are able to do with that magic. Its been known to gift scholars and innovators; the magical historian who proposed the name did so believing that Van Gogh himself had once been gifted with it. Sterrennacht gives it users the ability to see limitless possibilities around them, breaking things down to the bare bones and recongifuring them. They are often highly skilled in transfiguration but physical mechanics also come naturally to them. They do tend to struggle with more abstract forms of magic, such as Charms and offensive magic. In addition, Sterrennachts often get stuck with a bad case of tunnel vision, and can hyper-fixate on one task longer than necessary.

CONNECTIONS

Younger Siblings: Ingrid’s younger (by a small number of years) brother and her baby sister. They had a close relationship during their childhood and depended on each other all throughout their misfortunes, and Ingrid will do whatever she needs to protect them. However they view her is entirely UTP!!! While Ingrid is based on Violet Baudelaire and I would love her siblings to be reminiscent of Klaus and Sunny, itheir personalities and interests are also entirely UTP!!! Just let me love them!!

Survivors Stick Together: Another person (or group!!! lbr this is implying the Quagmire Triplets!!!) who the Pelletiers met a few times over the course of their lives, including some dire situations. There’s a particular bond that exists between people who experience difficult situations together, and while they may not have had constant contact prior to remeeting at Polaris, Ingrid considers this person (or family) an extension of her own.

idk this bio took entirely too long and my brain is hungry i’ll edit this with a third one later but i’m posting it anyway

Penned by Jeanne ★

#student.#air.#jeanne.#sterrennacht.#taken.

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polarishq · 4 years ago

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Meet CHAO-XING DOU. They are TWENTY THREE years old and hail from HONG KONG, CHINA. Chao embodies the star, DOU of the Chinese mansion, BLACK TORTOISE. They use she/her pronouns. Their faceclaim is KAHEI WONG.

Dou reminds me of tfresh grass tickling bare skin, the snicker of a mischievous child, unseeing eyes rolling constantly, a promise sealed with secretly crossed fingers, the vibration of earth beneath dancing feet, a defiant huff to accompany crossed arms, the rebellious act of being alive and happy at the same time.

BIOGRAPHY

With a foundation dating back to the early 1200s, the Dou clan –– named after the very constellation that sponsors so many of their witches –– has always been recognized as one of the most powerful families of earth witches. While not all of them have held sponsorships, each of them has been blessed with tremendous earth magic, gaining the historic favor of a few constellations. While some branches of the family have trickled into Western societies, the main family remains rooted in Hong Kong, their influence interwoven into every bit of daily life. They’re the teachers, the politicians, the janitors, even the local cabbage man.

For every generation, there is a leader. There is a known toxicity in the whole every leader must bring an heir mentality, but each head of the family knows their responsibility. For all of the power that the Dou clan has, their main job has always been to keep the family alive and be a foundation for their community. It has never been about whether the next leader was male or female or something in between; all that matters is the dedication to the family and the community.

To the surprise of everyone in the community, the latest heir, Chao-Xing, was born blind. There was tragic accident, no slow degradation of sight. She came into the world unseeing and grew up that way, too.

To the Dou clan’s credit, they didn’t see her disability as a flaw in any manner. She was still their heiress, meant to carry the family into the next generation. No one doubted her ability to lead the clan, nor did they doubt her connection to the earth. They did, however, perceive her as something to be protected.

With all of the best intentions, she was sheltered. Cousins would weave flowers into her hair, then hold her hand as she walked from her living room to her bedroom, as if she couldn’t memorize the floor plan of her own home. It was kind; it was exhausting; it was unwanted.

Even as a child, Chao’s frustration mounted with every passing day. She wasn’t helpless; it was a point that she tried to make her family recognize time and time again, only to go ignored. That was the thing about a love like that; it could be consuming to the point of suffocation.

Chao was four when her mark appeared. It was a small thing, resting on her left temple, hidden by her hair. She could tell the exact moment she received it. The world that’d been so dark and unforgiving was suddenly clear as day; she couldn’t see, not the way everyone else could, but she suddenly knew the world just as well as everyone else did. It felt, for the first time, like the earth was on her side, the way her family always insisted it was. Pulling her hand from her mother’s and slipping her feet from her shoes, Chao curled her bare toes into the grass and felt her anger disappear.

If her family thought she was hard to deal with before, they weren’t at all prepared for who she was now. Armed with the ability to sense the world with ease, she often snuck out of her home, venturing to experience the parts of the world that’d been hidden from her before. She was always caught and dragged home, of course. Independent or not, she was still the Dou heiress; her place would always be behind a desk, telling her family where to go and how to act.

Perhaps for another woman, the total power would have been seen as a gift. And she knew that there were others, even within her family, who would kill to be in her spot. But Chao was acutely aware of the fact that she was a child. She didn’t want power or authority, and having it forced on her was almost the same as having no power at all.

She found her reprieve in friends that her family would have never approved of; boys with choppy hair and smoke on their breath, girls with gaps in their teeth and their sneakers worn from overuse. There was a wildness in the group; they were just kids who wanted to have fun; they didn’t see her rank or her constellation or her wealth; she was just a girl and they were just having fun.

They were the reason she constantly broke her family rules. It was never malicious or intending to make her family upset; it was just gentle encouragement from other kids to remain a kid. No one forced Chao to listen; she was always the only person who could make decisions for her.

So when she decided to run away to Polaris, it was unexpected, but it was solely her fault.

While her family still isn’t happy about her decision to abdicate, they haven’t tried to drag her home. It’s the rare case of a family caring more about their child’s safety and happiness than that child’s destiny. They still worry about her being in such an unsafe school without a hint of eyesight to guide her, but she’s not exactly taking opinions on what to do with her life.

She has an unmistakable joy in life. She’s no sunshine child, but she’s not brooding or upset, either. She’ll happily fight someone, then go back to watching Nailed It! like nothing ever happened. She’s just enjoying life and enjoying freedom. In her eyes, it should never be more complicated than that.

INCLINATION

Throughout history, Dou has always selected users from the same family, as it holds inherent and violent powers that most cannot handle. Dou’s sponsored witches are usually marked within their first five years of life, so they have ample time to gain a connection with their power or, if need me, have their mark revoked before they become too dangerous. Tectonic plate shifting is a power that gets passed down to every sponsored witch, though the other powers vary. The current sponsee also has an advanced echolocation ability, where she can “see” based on sound and vibration, as well as minor shapeshifting powers.

CONNECTIONS

Filling the role of Winnie Clarke’s Dungeons and Dragons (Innocent Edition)

Filling the role of Beth Baker’s Insomniacs.

Resident Annoyance: Simply put, Chao-Xing is a brat! She’s fun to be around and she’s very protective, but she can also get on your nerves. This person has the misfortune of being her best friend. At least, that’s how she sees it. They don’t have to see it that way, but unfortunately, they can’t get rid of her.

Family Friend: Her family may have allowed Chao to stay at Polaris, but they didn’t let her do it alone. This person got sent along to watch out for her. She doesn’t let herself be babied or controlled, but she isn’t actively an asshole to this person. She may give them a heart attack or two every day, but she doesn’t hate them. She’s just having fun.

Penned by Ricki ★

#earth.#student.#ricki.#taken.#dou.

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polarishq · 4 years ago

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Meet LEVITICUS “Levi” TERZAMINA. They are TWO THOUSAND and TWENTY years old and hail from COLCHESTER, ENGLAND. Levi embodies the star, HERSCHEL’S GARNET. They use he/him pronouns. Their faceclaim is JAMES MCAVOY.

Herschel’s Garnet reminds me of rain covered sidewalks, jars filled with brightly colored pebbles, the tragedy of growing up, birthday cake flavored everything, diving into open waters, double takes, found families, a hilarious lack of pop culture knowledge, #SaveTheTurtles, a monochromatic wardrobe, endless FroYo toppings, footsteps running along a wooden dock, seashells as decoration, and finding your voice.

BIOGRAPHY

You know who probably wasn’t born on 25 December, 0 A.D.? Jesus Christ. It was December, in Israel, and the shepherds were out in the fields; who’s going to believe that? But you know who was born at that time, on that day — not in Israel, but one could only get so close to being the Son of God or the collective minds of the populace would shatter — in England?

Levi ( or at least, that’s what he’s calling himself these days. ) And in his opinion, that’s just as good of a reason to celebrate, because he’s watching his sponsor slowly die out and waiting to discover what happens when your star becomes a black hole. He’s never seen anyone sponsored by a black hole before — doesn’t even know if it’s possible, if his magic will disappear, or if he’ll just blink out of existence as fast as you blink in when you’re born.

Yes, in fact, he does remember Boudicca and the siege. He’ll tell you pointedly, as a result of this, that most of Colchester Castle is not as Roman as he’s heard it claimed. After all, it was mostly destroyed.

Man is a disaster, but he’s picky about his history, even as he’s having his mid life crisis. Don’t judge him.

That’s the shitty thing about death: you never get that answer, because no one who has fully died can tell you. Maybe he’ll ask a necromancer or something.

But anyway, meet Leviticus “Levi” Terzamina: #1 proponent of “the year 0 is made up, and I know because I was born in it,” volunteer at Celathers museum who’s constantly trying to convince his bosses of the merits of a Drunk History tour, and Fairly Ancient British Man who is — if you can work out where terza mina came from, because of its origins — like many others tied to the most chaotic family on Earth.

If it sounds like he’s a man who’s permanently stuck in his mid-life crisis and trying to enjoy it like he could die any second ( having once compared himself to the Doctor when he introduced ‘dude’ to the medieval populace several centuries early ) well, that’s because he is. And maybe he’s a little less okay than he says he is but that’s fine, it’s all cool ( it’s not. He’s not feeling cool about it. )

He’s just trying to achieve everything he could possibly achieve before he bows out, but not knowing when that’s going to be, it manifests in sort of a rush. This is part of his 'getting an official magical education’ bucket-list goal, but it’s a lot more work and a lot more time than Levi was bargaining for.

Apparently the Ursas don’t think doing passably at graduating in a year is a good enough way to skate, and apparently he should be more mature than that.

Like he hasn’t heard that before.

( That, and he’s trying to find the fucker who scared the shit out of him. He’s heard rumours. )

INCLINATION

Herschel’s Garnet Star is entering its twilight years, and so it seeks out a sponsor that reflects that, purely because the life force of its sponsors is tied to that of the star; in exchange for this price, one is reminded of the phrase ‘jack of all trades, master of none, but better than a master of one,’ as they have been known to do moderately well at anything they attempt, regardless of previous experience or lack of it. It is, however — as only the star’s chosen will understand — hilariously ironic that they are also in fact a master of one, even if they are passable at everything else: they’re magnetically, infuriatingly likeable. They have a brilliant and blazing aura that seems to mean that in spite of themselves, those around them can’t help but like them, as though they’re drawn in, for better or for worse.

CONNECTIONS

Settle: This person is joined at the hip to Levi, and they’re the balance to his madness, trying to get him to do every task on his bucket list thoroughly and well — lest he regret it. He insists he won’t regardless, but they just know Levi better than Levi knows Levi.

Filling the role of Esther Hughes' Makeshift Therapy Group.

Penned by Shannon ★

#shannon.#air.#herschels.#student.#taken.

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Meet HENRIETTE VASSEUR. They are ONE HUNDRED and THIRTY-SIX years old and hail from LILLE, FRANCE. Henriette embodies the star, DIPHDA. They use she/her pronouns and are currently employed as an FBI MAGIC LIAISON. Their faceclaim is DAKOTA JOHNSON.

Eridanus reminds me of patterned blazer over a band tshirt, red lipstick, high heels, the sound of ice rattling in an almost empty venti cold brew, an expensive chess set, a New York state of mind, dating older men, a black cat familiar, supplementing magic with technology, fluent in fifteen languages but most apt to just say “shut the fuck up” in response to everything, concluding a long day with a Vodka Tonic and a few rounds of Modern Warfare, knowing you’re lying by a single twitch, total aloofness, Devil’s Advocate, getting caught in the proverbial weeds of a situation, putting hot sauce on everything.

BIOGRAPHY

Although born in France, Henriette has spent very little time in her native country; daughter of a French diplomat, she’s traveled often and large chunks of time in different countries. I won’t bore you with the details of her childhood, as it was mostly just a blur of various boarding schools, pulling the Diplomatic Immunity card, and sneaking bottles of alcohol to get through boring dinners with career politicians and their families. Henry’s formative years had no tragedies, nor any majorly toxic family dynamics aside from a father who worked too much and a mother who liked to complain.

The only thing that stood out was the fact that she was wickedly smart, which likely explains her ridiculous superiority complex. Granted, when she was younger, there was nothing to say that this was tied to her magic; she was in a position where she could have a top tier education and a well rounded cultural experience, something that most of her peers didn’t have access to. Learning always came easy to her, though; she was the kid in class who’d be doodling in the back, not paying attention, but knew the answer anyway, delivered with an insufferable nonchalance. Various aptitude and IQ tests measured her incredible retention abilities and photographic memory. If Henry had ever really applied herself, she probably could’ve done great things; as it stood, she was honestly just bored more than anything else.

Henry could feel Diphda’s effects before she found the constellation just shy of her seventeenth birthday. With her sponsorship, Henriette could walk into a room and recognize the small details; the appearance of a fingerprint in the dust on a windowsill that wasn’t there yesterday, the way her calculus teacher’s gaze flicked to her for a millisecond every time they passed in the halls, the almost imperceptible way her dad’s tone shifted when he lied. It was, at first, an overwhelming sensation; she couldn’t do anything without her senses being bombarded, constantly distracted as her mind tried to sort out each and every situation. It’s still something she struggles with whenever she enters a hectic situation, but time and practice has made her better at weeding out at the more useless pieces of information.

The combination of her father’s job giving her status in both the mortal and magical realms and her sponsorship made her an early recruit for the government. The existence of witches is a well-kept secret amongst those in high power, but it’s also a dangerous balance to keep—tensions can be high and the disruption of these relations can cause a cascading series of problems, so witches are carefully sought after for these somewhat scarce positions. When she accepted the proposition for candidacy, Henry knew she was setting herself up for a difficult, high-pressured, yet lucrative career, and for the first time in her life, she actually… tried. A novel concept, I know.

Automatically given a full ride to study International Relations at Georgetown, Henry spent the next five years of her life in D.C. working alongside other recruits training her magic, martial arts, and weaponry skills. It was an intense program designed to weed out the weaker candidates, but early on in the process Henry recognized that she couldn’t imagine herself doing anything else, so she put her all behind it. After earning her degree, she was offered the opportunity to train at Quantico, followed by training with the magic bureau in Wisconsin. Upon completion, Henriette was offered the opportunity to replace the FBI liaison.

Henriette spends most of her days as a representative of both worlds’ interests, though is primarily brought in on cases when a witch is suspected of putting mortals in danger. Her career is her entire life—it’s all she’s ever been groomed for, the only thing she’s ever wanted to do, and it’s something she knows she’ll spend the rest of her life doing, if she can manage it. Her dedication to said career is what broke up her marriage. (Edward working for Polaris gives her the opportunity to be biased, and she could lose a lot of trust if anyone found out, so the divorce was prompt.)

In a hilarious turn of events, recently her work has prompted a (hopefully temporary) stay at Polaris Village, where she’s been instructed to do damage control after the recent curse disrupted a lot of the good mortal-magic relations between powers. Henriette isn’t thrilled about having to leave New York, but this could be the biggest opportunity she’s had yet, so—needless to say, Henry’s here to fuck shit up.

INCLINATION

Diphda cares not about a witch’s natural element, but rather only their mind; those sponsored by Diphda are naturally intelligent even without the use of their magic, and only after they’ve proven their superiority in that regard do they earn the mark. Diphda gifts the user the ability to notice and quickly analyze small, almost imperceptible details and easily commit them to memory. As a result, however, those sponsored by Diphda often have trouble looking at the big picture, making them somewhat easily susceptible to others’ ideas to give all of those details a higher purpose.

CONNECTIONS

Filling the role of Edward Vaughn’s Ex-Wife.

Filling the role of Irene Chen’s Cheat Codes.

Filling the role of Clarissa Aligheri’s Best Friend.

Penned by Ashley ★

#ashley.#diphda.#water.#town.#taken.

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Meet GINEVRA “Ginny” QUINN. They are FIFTY-SIX years old and hail from BOOTHBAY, MAINE. Ginny embodies the constellation, ERIDANUS. They use she/her pronouns. Their faceclaim is Sydney Park.

Eridanus reminds me of rain covered sidewalks, jars filled with brightly colored pebbles, the tragedy of growing up, birthday cake flavored everything, diving into open waters, double takes, found families, a hilarious lack of pop culture knowledge, #SaveTheTurtles, a monochromatic wardrobe, endless FroYo toppings, footsteps running along a wooden dock, seashells as decoration, and finding your voice.

BIOGRAPHY

Boothbay is the picturesque setting for many-a adolescent coming-of-age summer movies. Nestled on the coast of Maine, its small population makes their living off of being a tourist destination in the summer and living their everyday lives as fisherman and townsfolk during the rest of the year. As cliche as it sounds, Ginny Quinn truly can’t imagine a more perfect upbringing. She was the youngest child two hard-working parents, never swimming in money but always having enough to live comfortably with little worries. Her early years were spent running along the docks and swimming in the ocean, knowing almost everyone in the area by face if not by name. It wasn’t exciting, but it was home.

That’s why, when Gregory and Paulette Quinn were found dead in their home one day in the fall of ‘78, and their daughter was nowhere in sight, the town was left in shock.

It would be another forty years before any of them saw Ginny again, looking only a few years older than when she had disappeared. Previously a carefree young girl, with dreams of exploring the world but always ending up back in Boothbay, the Ginny that greeted them was of a much more callous variety. Not rude, never rude. But with sharper edges than when she’d left, a little more reckless. And very much so closed off — she wouldn’t answer the questions they asked about where she’d been or how she still looked so young. And when asked if she knew what happened to her parents, she simply replied that she did not care about them. So, a very different girl indeed.

The truth is, Ginny didn’t see a point in explaining to them what had happened. Her family’s magic was a secret from most of the town, and they wouldn’t have believed her if she had told them. But here we go.

Never once during her idyllic childhood had Ginny ever known what her parents did for a living. Never once had she thought to ask. Most of their town was made up of fisherman, and her parents spent almost as much time out on their family’s boat than they did at home. Every few weeks, one or both of them would travel along the East Coast to sell, and it was enough to keep their family afloat. Ginny had no reason to question it, even as she grew older and began to pick up on how none of the other town residents ever spoke about fishing with hers, or how she never saw any of the fish they brought in.

In the Fall of ‘78, Ginny came home from grocery shopping to a literal bloodbath. Her parents were barely recognizable in the middle of the living room, with three creatures surrounding them who were most definitely not human. Even if Ginny had wanted to scream, she couldn’t. Her lungs were filling with water; she was suddenly being drowned from the inside out. She was going to die. But she didn’t.

Only a few seconds after their attack started, one of the creatures told the others to stop. Ginny was too busy guzzling air to pay much attention to what they were saying, and too emotionally drained from the ordeal to fight back when they moved her. She was expecting them to kill her as horrifically as they had her parents except that didn’t happen.

When she was next fully aware, she was underwater. She was alive and underwater without any bit of struggle. When she remembered what happened to her parents, she reasonably freaked out. And then cried. And then bit one of the creatures — mermaids, she thought initially. sirens, they corrected her — that attempted to soothe her. It took another three days before she could bring herself to listen to them. When she did, she wished she hadn’t.

Your parents were hunters, they explained. Then sneered and corrected themselves. Capturers, more like it. That didn’t seem right, but the more they said, the more Ginny realized that the horribly picture they were painting made too much sense to be a lie. Her parents — good, kind Gregory and Paula Quinn — hadn’t made their money off selling every day fish. It came from capturing and selling water-based magic. Primarily nymphs and mermaids, but they could get a pretty high bid if they caught a siren or a selkie. Her parents who had taught her to be kind and forgiving, had built themselves around the selling of living, breathing, sentient beings. And, after decades of covering their footsteps and protecting themselves, they were finally identified by the sirens and permanently removed as a problem.

So why had they brought Ginny here instead of killing her too? They answered that before she’d even considered it. For starters, Ginny was just a child. A scared child that hadn’t appeared as a blip on any of the sirens’ proverbial radars, who they suspected was unaware of her parents misgivings. Her reaction proved they were right on that one. They were killers by nature, but they refused to harm an innocent like Ginny.

Then, of course, there was the notice of her constellation mark. That’s what had been discussed while she’d gasped for air next to her parents’ bodies. Magic worked differently for sirens than it did for witches, but there were particular marks that they could recognize from their own mythology. The mark that had appeared years ago on Ginny’s forearm was one of them. Eridanus was as close to waterfolk as most witches could get. Ginny knew that her mark gave her abilities similar to a mermaid, but her parents had always urged her to keep those secret from the rest of the town. Now, they had helped to save her life.

They would have let her go. They promised they would, so long as she promised to leave their kind alone moving forward. Or there was another option: she could stay with them. She wasn’t a siren, but she had everything necessary to live underwater for most of her life if she so chose. And they would take care of her. They were the reason she no longer had any adult to watch over her; the sirens would freely step (or swim) into that role. She would have been well within her right to leave after what they had done to her parents. But after the undeniable truth of their stories... could she blame them? No, but she did blame her mom and dad for being capable of such horrific things. Besides, if she returned to the human world, what would await her? Explanations she didn’t have and a probably life within the foster system. She trusted the sirens, though. So she stayed.

For the next forty years, she was raised a daughter of the sea. She did need to breech the surface every few days (her powers aren’t limitless and she still needed to retain at least some humanity), but the sirens were her family and her loyalty was to them. Any reminder of her own human status was met with disdain; she could only think of the horrific actions of her parents and those who had bought off of them. Ginny certainly wasn’t a siren. She wasn’t a mermaid or a selkie or any of the other water creatures she stumbled across in her time. But she was one of them in everything but physiology and that was enough.

Returning to the human world was less her choice. The siren she had come to think of as her father, the one who had stopped the others from drowning her that first day, was the one who urged her to not only spend time in their world but to further her education. He was a high ranking member of their clan’s council, someone who at his very core wanted the ability to exist peacefully with other creatures, even if not on the friendliest of terms. It took years of convincing before Ginny agreed to act as something of an ambassador. There was an ulterior motive — her father knew that without proper training, Ginny’s powers might one day fail her. As much as she wanted to think herself a siren, she could not fully immerse herself as one without risking death, the last thing any of them wanted. So it was for both her own health and for the safety of her clan that she returned to land and headed for Polaris.

She has been at the school for approximately three years now, and it has been a rather slow adjustment. Upon first arrival, she wanted nothing to do with the other witches and wizards. She likened them all to her parents, and refused to let anyone know about where she had been raised. But over the years, those feelings have somewhat shifted. She is still wary about people, and she places her trust on a very high shelf. There have been some who have earned it though, and she had started to let herself think that maybe some witches and wizards are good by nature. There is still that overall hesitance though, and she is very careful not to be moved too far from her mission. When not in class, she spends much of her time advocating for magical beings, trying to bring attention to the the hunting many of them face at the hands of wizards and humans alike. Don’t get it twisted. She may be making friends and she may be slowly rediscovering what it means to walk among mankind. But her main goal is always at the forefront of her actions.

INCLINATION

Eridanus, the river, creates water magic in its most basic form. Those chosen are often born around water, and thrive best along an open shoreline. Their most noteworthy skill is their ability to submerge themselves for long periods of time. It’s not necessarily that they can breathe underwater; rather, their need for air disappears as soon as they’re underwater, their physiology immediately adapting. They are also skilled swimmers and have a strong connection to aquatic life. Because they are so connected to the water, Eridanus usually struggles of too far removed from it. The drier an environment, the weaker their magic becomes.

CONNECTIONS

Relative: An older sibling, a cousin, a great grandpa — someone related with Ginny who was under the impression that she just disappeared after her parents’ murders. She completely distanced herself from her land life so when they two stumble into each other at Polaris, Ginny wants absolutely nothing to do with them. Too bad she’s too stubborn to give them any explanation as to why she fucked off for forty years. (FC should be either park Korean and/or African-American to match Sydney’s ethnicity. Bonus points if it’s an older sibling who was out of the house at the time of the murder and the fc is Tati Gabrielle.)

What’s a Friend?: By nature, Ginny is cautious around most witches and wizards, and it takes a lot to earn her trust. This is someone who has earned it though, so much so that Ginny has told them about her life among the sirens and her current mission. Because of who she is as a person, Ginny doesn’t actually call them her best friend, but the sentiment is there.

We Could Have Had It All (Rolling in the Deep): Ginny can not afford to form many attachments while on land but this person right here seems to be the biggest wrench in that plan. Without meaning to, they’ve grown closer and she’s developed feelings towards them (whether or not that’s reciprocated is entirely up to you). Getting romantically involved is simply out of the question, much less with a witch or wizard, so Ginny’s solution was to stop talking to them altogether. With no explanation. Seemingly unprompted. She’d apologize but she doesn’t trust herself to be around them without falling even harder.

Penned by Jeanne ★

#eridanus.#taken.#water.#jeanne.#student.

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Ashley has been accepted for the role Diphda/Henriette Vasseur!

Jeanne has been accepted for the role of Eridanus/Ginny Quinn!

Jeanne has been accepted for the role of Sterrennacht/Ingrid Pelletier!

#Accepted.

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+1 Diphda (Dakota Johnson)

#count.

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+1 Eridanus (Sydney Park)

Reserves

Ceibo (Peter Capaldi)

#count.

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+1 Sterrennacht (Lily Collins)

#count.

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Please follow the Polaris starter blog! As mentioned in the Discord, all open starters will be reblogged to this page. Make sure to browse through any recent starters here and answer any you’re able to before posting your own.

#polarisfollow

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polarishq · 4 years ago

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Griffin Theron's FC has been changed to Robert Pattinson. Sebastian Stan is now available.

#Ursa Major.#fc change.

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Meet VIOLET YOUNG. They are THIRTY-FIVE years old and hails from SANTA ROSA, CA. Violet embodies the star, GLOAS. They use she/her pronouns. Their faceclaim is ALISHA BOE.

Gloas reminds me of glass perfume bottles, frayed friendship bracelets, overgrown vines threaded through cemetery gates, sort price: high to low, lace bralettes, a study in survival, neither asking permission nor begging forgiveness, thanks for nothing, a vision board filled with pictures of cities that you’ve only ever visited in your dreams, thorny roses, drinking boxed wine on the beach at 2am, and being willing to risk it all.

BIOGRAPHY

The girl born as Merope Sweetwine can tell you that she knew her parents were both terrible people and that her childhood dreams were filled with plans to leave them both behind. She can tell you horror stories about her mother’s narcissism and her father’s cruelty, how she always knew what sort of monster he was. She can tell you any number of things, but none of them would be true.

Other than having a pretty stupid name (she’s still not sure which parent to blame for that), Merope’s early years aren’t too noteworthy. She thinks her parents were divorced, but it’s also possible that they weren’t together past the point of her conception. She’s never figured out the full story. What she does know is that she grew up in a large, beautiful home, with a filled three-car garage and staff that took care of everything from cleaning to collecting the mail. It never crossed her mind that her mother didn’t have a job to match her expensive taste. It also never crossed her mind how little regard her mother had for her, rarely checking to see if Merope was still there on the rare occasion the two of them went out together. Other parents would clutch their children’s hands and tell them to stay close, but not Helen Sweetwine.

Her father was more myth than fact, someone she only ever spoke to on the phone or saw in fleeting glances on their front porch, talking to her mother at 11pm. An unmarked birthday present left on her desk every year, vague memories of a hand stroking her hair as a toddler. There weren’t any photos in the house for her to know what he looked like, and by the time Merope was old enough to be curious, she’d learned that asking her mother for anything beyond the PIN to her debit card was useless. Helen was physically present and nothing more; her father didn’t even have that much backing him.

By the time adolescence hit, Merope had stopped caring about their absences. She had bigger concerns, like letting boys see her topless so that they would do her homework, or seeing how far she could alter her school uniform before a teacher called her out. Her partner in crime, forever and always, was Light. The two first met at St. Agnes’ Preparatory Academy (the for young witches and wizards went unsaid) as children, and were inseparable right from the start. Light was the only person who knew about Merope’s dissatisfaction with her home life, and Merope was just happy to have a friend. She would’ve taken every last second of her parents’ negligence if she it meant the rest of her life stayed as is. Pretty, young, rich, and with a best friend to conquer the world with.

Until her father came to collect.

She doesn’t remember the date or what she was wearing when she came home that day. She remembers that her lipstick was smudged and that she’d left both her shoes somewhere on the beach. She was due to meet Light for coffee in a few hours. She was seventeen and reckless. But there was a strange man in their sitting room, with her nose and her cheek bones and a voice that said she would be going with him. Merope knew this man was her father. What she didn’t know was how many clearance racks he must’ve scoured you find that audacity.

* She would have gone down biting and screaming (her shoes were too nice to resort to kicking) when her mother finally spoke up. He’s telling the truth dear, she said. You have to go with him, that was the deal, she said. What deal? Using no attempt to paint either of them in a better light, Merope learned the circumstances of her birth. Her mother hadn’t wanted her and would sooner have put her up for adoption had her father not prohibited it (so the audacity wasnt a new development). Instead, they struck up an arrangement. In exchange for large monthly payments, Helen was to raise Merope until her father decided it was time for him to take her in. She wasn’t so much a child as she was a cash cow, given the bare minimum to survive not out of love but out of a desire for her mother to stay draped in expensive jewelry and fancy cars. So that sucked monumental dick.

* She’ll admit it: her main reason for going to as to get away from her mother. And a very ill-conceived notion about what she was getting herself into. Her father was such a mysterious figure throughout her entire life, but when he appeared so normal in front of her, all mystery was gone. Merope had no reason to think him anything less than your average wizard, with some admittedly skewed ideas on parenting. But he couldn’t be dangerous, right? He had still wanted her to some degree so maybe she could get away with attending the same school, drinking overly sweet wine straight from the bottle, and racking up insane credit card amounts on a weekly basis with her friends.

Wrong.

The exact details are fuzzy — a trauma response: you block out the details to make it easier to go about on a daily basis, her therapist might say. Merope does know that it took many fights and an attempt to run away before her father made things very clear. She would do as he said or she would die. Simple as that. Now, Merope loves herself far too much to risk dying for this man, so she just gave in. Let herself become trained in all manner of weapons, learned what it’s like to have complete dominion over someone else’s life. She was used to adrenaline rushes from seeing four digits ring up on the register, but this was something entirely different.

More than the adrenaline, Violet found a beauty in her specific brand of killing. Winding thorns through someone’s veins may be a rather harsh way to kill them, but it did give her some solace. At least she was giving them beauty in death. Flowers blooming through their ribcages, succulents popping up in their gaping mouths. Dark? Twisted? Absolutely. Beautiful? You have no idea.

Her appreciation for the beauty behind her kills is what, she believes, helped her to raise so high in the ranks. Not nepotism. In fact, her father had made it very clear once she was out with the others they none of them could know who she was. It wasn’t necessary, since not even she knew his name, but Merope changed hers either way, if only to distance herself from her mother. Firstly, fuck Merope. If she was going to be a living garden, her name should reflect that. She dropped her last name altogether and became simply Violet. No other details were needed.

To this day, she’s still gobsmacked about how Light came to be roped into it all, and they never did figure out those details. But Light was still her best friend, and considering all of the secrets that had been thrust upon Violet, she needed to share them. Telling Light her father’s identity was mistake number one. Trusting Light to be the same person she knew was mistake number two.

By the time their little group had formed, Violet was willing to do anything to get out. Killing her father — in name if nothing else — was particularly satisfying. Once the idea of freedom was in front of them though, it seemed too foreign to take. Most of them had spent years becoming weapons, and while Violet vaguely recalled watching the sun rise over the beach after a careless teenage night of shenanigans, that life was no longer hers. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t make a life that was.

Her first order of business was to have herself a nice, long shower willer with the most bougie lavender soap she could get ahold of. Second order of business was to figure out her father’s financial situation and promptly cut her mother off from all of his funds. And if someone happened to report her to the IRS about never having reported any of those earnings and being unable to show where they came from.... well, Helen does love fashion, and orange is the new black.

Third order of business was to once again give herself a new name. It wasn’t completely necessary, but it gave her a sense of identity that she’d let slide while under her father’s control. Young is a reminder to herself that while many years of her life may have been lost, she still has time ahead of her. And in between their small group taking on missions of their own and continuing to live their most murderous lives, Violet dreamed of what would come next.

Her next mistake came in the form of being so vocal about wanting to leave. When Light confronted her and threatened to tell the others about Violet’s father, a flip finally switched. She should have seen it before — this was not the person she had grown up with and considered to be her friend. If the others found out about her father, would they think Violet was a double agent this entire time? Would they think her a traitor or worse, someone just as bad seeing as how his blood flowed through her veins?

Ask her to her face, and Violet will swear up and down that of course she didn’t kill Light. They were her friend, someone who occasionally knew her better than she knew herself. But say hypothetically that she had. In spite of her hands-off childhood, Violet had always been under someone else’s thumb, existing for their benefit before any actual care for her life. And Light was forcing her to get again exist under someone else’s control — that of someone she thought she could trust. So yes, Violet will go to her grave denying that she could ever kill Light. But if she had, could anyone blame her?

INCLINATION

Word on the street is that Gloas’ abilities were very different some centuries ago, but have changed in that time as a result of human pollution and deforestation. Gloas’ hope was that by instilling it’s users with the gift of creating plants and flora wherever the slightest bit of life existed, they would be able to once again help Earth flourish in its naturally beautiful state. With powers tied so heavily to the idea of clean air and unspoiled land, Gloas users do find themselves sensitive to environmental changes. Their skin and bronchial tubes in particular can be effected. They are often times asthmatic, react poorly to intense heat and cold, and become completely lethargic when too far away from nature.

CONNECTIONS

Filling the role of Vidia Oma’s I Want You to Want Me

Former Classmate: Another witch or wizard who spent their early years attending St. Agnes’ Prep (think bougie rich high school with a population of about 98% magic folks, 2% oblivious humans) and who would have known both Violet (then known as Merope) and Light to some degree, mostly by the fact that they were attached at the hip. Now that Violet and this person are back at Polaris, she makes a point to pretend they don’t exist, if only because she wants to forget her life from back then.

Let’s Get Some Shoes: Shopping buddies tbh. Violet has expensive taste, she has the funds to match it, and she has a friend (?) who will tell her rather or not the $320 pair of shoes she’s eyeballing would look better in black or red — the correct answer is for her to buy both, obviously.

Penned by Jeanne ★

#jeanne.#taken.#earth.#student.#gloas.

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Meet EDWARD VAUGHN. They are THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO years old and hail from JAMESTOWN, VIRGINIA. Edward embodies the star, FLEGETONTE. They use he/him pronouns and are currently employed as HEAD OF MAGICAL PROTECTION at POLARIS. Their faceclaim is HUGH JACKMAN.

Flegetonte reminds me of a top hat and tails, muskets, shepherd’s pie, horseback riding, historically inaccurate Disney movies, snazzy jackets, a charming smile, turning spy, gold mining, an entire room full of cats, let me entertain you, biting plants.

BIOGRAPHY

Edward Vaughn was supposed to be the person who told you it was one if by land, two if by sea, but there was no hope for him once Paul Revere came into the picture. In reality, Edward’s horse had been acting up that night, so Paulie R gets the poem and the glory. Edward’s basically immortal, though, so there’s something happy about that, he supposes. How does it feel to be rotting in the ground, Revere?

The love of Edward’s life was his daughter, Felicity, who passed in the midst of the American Revolution. Edward mourns her to this day and although she has been gone for centuries, he feels as if he’ll never truly be over her death. Part of him has always wanted to find a necromancer to bring her back to life. He once encountered a soul searcher who could tell him that she was at peace on the other side, but he’s selfish and wants his daughter back. Sue him.

Edward struck it rich in the Yukon gold rush in the 1890s, thanks to his magic that kept him safe from the harsh winter weather and a luck potion. He really has no use for mortal money, but it was fun up in the Klondike to sell big woolen jackets that he spun by hand, not by magic.

Actually, Edward’s been through quite a few trying things in American history. He was born as one of the first witches in Jamestown, and didn’t take that lightly. Right around the time he was born, tens of young women were being burned at the stake and drowned for the crime he was committing by existing. That’s something that has weighed heavily on Edward’s mind, and he’s spent his life trying to uplift others, specifically, those who haven’t had an equal voice throughout history. He served as a guide on the Underground Railroad and frequently made quilts for the homes that served as safe houses. He also spent a lot of time making new clothes and casting protective spells on those who were trying to escape slavery.

Tailoring and sewing are actually Edward’s real gifts, and have nothing to do with magic. He makes them all by hand but does put protective spells over them. For a long while, he worked as a costumer for vaudeville productions, and those were some of the happiest days of his life. Edward spent a lot of years in New York, and worked on Broadway as a dresser. Doing those quick-changes were the most fun. In those years, he went very minimalist with his magic and tried to live like a mortal, as tough as it was.

Edward got the job at Polaris after Celestina cornered him and said she needed someone to help out after there was an attack on a teacher. Up until then, the Ursas had handled most security aspects, but they figured it wouldn’t hurt to have another set of eyes on the property.

Edward has an invisibility cloak. He can and will randomly pop out at you when you’re doing something messed up. His detentions consist of helping him clean the castle and clearing out the litterbox from the Polaris Cat Cafe. He also makes you water the plants that bite.

Edward is in a very ridiculous feud with the owner of Northwest, because the owner won’t give him a job there. His snazzy jackets are the snazziest, don’t forget it.

INCLINATION

Flegetonte, otherwise known as Phlegethon, is the Italian name of the river of fire in Dante’s Inferno. The star chooses between fire and water elements, but those sponsored with Flegetonte tend to be particularly skilled at both elements. Flegetonte has a dark history throughout the ages, and the star itself has been trying to revamp its reputation. The current Flegetonte is ruled by fire, couldn’t be kinder, and specializes in protective spells. With Flegetonte also comes an excellent mind for detail and a sunny disposition.

CONNECTIONS

Attention, Detention: This knucklehead is always getting in trouble and Edward wants to pin them to a chair with magic, but it would be tres cool if they had a heart to heart and Edward saw that this kid isn’t a total asshole. Then they start having a mentor/mentee relationship and Edward makes him snazzy jackets.

Ex Wife: Guys, I’m not gonna lie, this plot is based off of an AmITheAsshole post I saw on Reddit. So basically, they were married at some point, one of them had a super cushy job, and then... the other one got their dream job (whether it was Edward working at Polaris or your lady working somewhere else), but it happened to be in... direct competition with keeping Polaris safe and secure. My glutton for punishment says make her in cahoots with Luc and wanting to take Polaris down for one reason or another. Anyway, whoever took the job knew that they were doing so and putting the other’s life/career in jeopardy, so they broke up.

Filling Temperance Red’s Old Friend.

Penned by Leigh ★

#leigh.#taken.#fire.#flegetonte.#staff.

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