#& intros.

[juliaswickcrs]

oops another oc :: marissa montgomery mastermind ( s1-s12 )

Marissa Montgomery has never truly known peace. She thinks the last time she felt anything like it was the years before she turned eight years old, living in a London townhouse with her mother and stepfather and baby half-siblings. 

But death seemed to follow her, and it took everything from an eight year old girl as it snatched up her mother in the form of a man with a missing finger on his right hand, Marissa watching helplessly as he promised to give her a good life until her stepfather broke down the door and fought the killer off. 

And as Scotland Yard handed her hot chocolate and a blanket while they carried her mother’s body out on a gurney, she made a promise. She would not let death win. For every life that he took, Marissa would save one to keep things in balance. An endless war that sent her not only to America for university but to John Hopkins for her medical training. 

The most important part of that promise would be staying far away from the FBI.

Until Erin Strauss and Agent Aaron Hotchner ask her to join the BAU as a consultant. Her medical expertise providing a unique insight that the rest of the team lacked. They told her what to expect, that she would need to be trained in firearms and take a few classes to make up for her lack of training. 

They didn’t tell her she would be working with Jason Gideon.

And that one fact alone is almost enough to send her walking. Until Agent Hotchner asks her for just one case. 

And so she agrees. 

Just one case. 

But the world is filled with masterminds set on helping death win, and Marissa will be damned if they beat her at her own game.

BONUS

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[valsesentimentales]

✩ 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚!       ∙    𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑦 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛 , um personagem CANON de PERCY JACKSON. ouvi dizer que PERCY tem VINTE E SEIS anos, e é conhecido na cidade como INSTRUTOR DE SURF E GARÇOM DO SALLY'S SHORES BISTRÔ e mora em peculiar há DESDE SEMPRE. ele NÃO TEM suas memórias, ou seja, já sabemos do porquê dele ser CORAJOSO, mas também é muito REBELDE! será que ele também viu o coelho por aí após vir para peculiar hollow?

— 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰𝘀.

nome completo: perseus jackson.

apelidos: percy.

data de nascimento: 18 de agosto de 1998.

sexualidade: bissexual.

mbti: esfp.

alinhamento: chaotic good.

educação: ensino médio completo.

— 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱.

percy, nas suas memórias fabricadas, teve uma infância relativamente normal. depois que sua mãe, sally, percebeu que o filho não iria se adaptar na única escola de ensino fundamental da ilha, percy começou a ser homeschooled.

ao longo dos anos, sua vida se tornou o mais normal possível. o tdah e a dislexia tornavam o ensino dele mais difícil e por isso seu tio deixou sua casa e se juntou a sally e percy em sua casa para aproveitar a paz longe do centro de peculiar hollow.

a casa da família ficava longe do centro comercial e longe da praia. ficava, praticamente, no meio da floresta. percy sempre foi muito fã do mar, mas sua mãe insistia em morar num lugar tão difícil de acessar e de sair. quando ele tinha 7 anos, quase morreu afogado e depois disso a rigidez de sua mãe só piorou, mesmo ele dizendo que a água "ajudou" ele.

tw: morte. quando ele tinha 12 anos sua mãe foi dada como desaparecida. por 3 meses, ninguém podia dizer o paradeiro dela. percy infernizou a vida da polícia e se metia em todo o tipo de confusão para achar pistas do paradeiro dela. no fim, suas buscas deram resultado. foi ele quem encontrou o corpo da mãe na floresta. a cena foi suficiente para traumatizar ele.

seu tio e ele se mudaram para praia, pois a casa onde moravam trazia péssimas memórias. lá, eles construíram o sally's shores bistro. percy começou a surfar e encontrou no esporte, uma paixão. rapidamente virou um dos melhores surfistas daquela praia e, mesmo com incentivo do tio, nunca quis virar um atleta. ao contrário, resolveu virar instrutor e ensinar as pessoas a apreciarem o mar tanto quanto ele. segue trabalhando no bistrô com seu tio, sendo garçom e ajudante geral.

𓂅 ⠀ ⠀ ✧⠀ ⠀ 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛 ﹐𝑝 . ⠀ ⠀— extras ㅤ୨

[ofhowlingxs]

[ matthew daddario | he/him ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome AUGUST DAUGHTRY to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 30/487 year old VAMPIRE, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be CALLUS, but that’s all a façade to cover up their CONVINCING nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to JUST A MAN by JORGE RIVERA-HERRANS, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world. ( layla, 27, est, she/her )

Basics .

Name: Augustus “August” Simon Daughtry.

Age: 30/487

Pronouns: He/him

Birthdate: September 29th

Zodiac: Libra

Hair: Black

Eyes: Hazel

Personality .

August is known to be quite the influence of chaotic, and quiet. He enjoys the influence he has on others, and tends to sway in the direction of whatever is fitting for his benefit at the time. Incoherently selfish, he finds the allure to power to be one of his main advantages in life, but often gets lost in it, as well. he'd spent many of his early years as a vampire abused, causing him to be closed off to those with good intentions, as he doesn't quite believe in them. Cowardly, he is willing to save himself first beyond anyone else, anything else was lost a long time ago. He never wants to feel that weak or afraid again.

History.

Augustus Daughtry, born in a small village outside of England in the late 1400's. It was a quaint life, nothing he can remember much of anymore. His life truly began when he turned. At the age of thirty, soon to be married and waiting for his life to begin. Their village sold to the city, and he would often make trips back and forth, taking him days at a time. It happened so quickly, he'd been nearly on his way back, when the smell of blood filled his senses and iron tasted on his tongue. It wasn't painful, at least not that part. Before being turned, he was beaten and left for dead-- until he wasn't.

the man that had turned him was wealthy, beyond compare. Ruthless. Evil, down to the root of the word. He'd taken August from his quaint life, as a young vampire he'd keep him locked up- blood hungry and willing to do anything for the thirst. He'd spend the next three hundred years, enslaved to the darkness. He wasn't alone in this, as his sire made sport of turning pretty faces, so that they could lure food back into his palace. Whether they used sex, the promise of a better life, or marriage- it was all the same. Augustus was known to use his charms to lure others back, against his will, but fear kept him from running. He lost count at the lives that were taken, until they were just endless numbers. Faces. His sire would take the blood for himself, ensuring he was stronger than those he'd kept chained within in his presence, feeding them scraps of rats from the allies-- most nights gaining pleasure from watching them fight over it.

In the middle of the night, they were awoken by the smell of flames. Hunters tracking down their missing people, after countless had gone unheard of. They'd kill the man that held them prisoner, and while they went for the others, Augustus was one of the few to escape. He'd spend the next several years, learning what it meant to have freedom. He'd lived in the shadows for so long, he'd grown accustomed to the darkness. Hungry for the power his sire had- and losing his humanity in the torment of it all. In 1864 he'd happened upon Mystic Falls, where he would spend the next few years of his life. Crossing paths with Katherine, and falling victim to the surge of vampires that were locked inside the tomb. His freedom, once again lost, until the Salvatore brothers reopened it. Afterwards, he ran-- again. Ending up in New Orleans was for pure pleasure, searching for a witch that could give him the ability to walk in the daylight.

[pierrotts]

𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀: a lost lamb, a holy fool. claw marks in everything loved. an exploration of faith & devotion, the prodigal daughter, and lovers & whispers.

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[annihilvtion]

Ajax Archer // Musings. Visage.

basics.

name: ajax archer

age: thirty

dob: march 25th, 1992

zodiac: aries

pre-apocalyptic age: eight

occupation: soldier

location: jackson county

siblings: an older brother, believed to be deceased

parents: both deceased

pets: none

tattoos: sleeves on both his arms and back

distinguishable features: insanely tall

personality:

adept, dismissive

a lil traumatized, currently going through it

takes his job seriously, likes to protect

selective loyalty

can be super playful, with the right person

has a hard time opening up

ambitions & headcanons:

former fedra officer and also firefly informant

came from pittsburgh qz before it was overtaken, he searched for his long term girlfriend to no avail and was injured / forced to flee

jackson is one of many towns he's scoured, he began losing hope after four long months

(TW: Death) was raised by his older brother who was military - they found a group who helped train him. the group was separated and killed, his brother among them (he presumes)

he doesn't mind working but he loves a cold beer afterward

requires a woodstove or some sort of working fireplace in his home

isn't the greatest cook but he enjoys it

keeps his home tidy, usually

tries to smell good despite an apocalypse

haaaates getting to know new people

thinks he's probably perceived as shy, but he's probably actually perceived as standoffish / dismissive

connections:

older brother (ajax thinks is dead)

former military group members

soldier pals

anyone from pitts who may have known him

tba

[vamprxism]

a dependent rp blog for tvdrp || introducing ; vicki donovan , elijah mikaelson , angel carmichael , & emma

[noodles-and-tea]

Last part whoo!!!

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4

[favorskill]

NEW MUSE DROP...

GOD LOVES YOU, but not enough to save you. isaiah vandoofren had many good things in his life. he was a genius in his studies, obtaining a PhD in ancient infrastructure, architecture, and design and becoming a professor at one of the main capital cities. in his free time, isaiah was also an archaelogist, using that as a way to fuel his published papers and any scholarly work. he married his wife, abigail, who was very interested in ancient languages and wanted to progress further besides her career as an elementary school teacher, and they eventually had a son: gabriel. he had everything. until he didn't. until on their tenth anniversary, abigail disappeared. until ten years later, when gabriel told him that he was hardly being a father and walked out on him.

isaiah, now fully devoted to the GOD OF LIGHT and his path as a cleric, is set out on a mission to find his wife and his son. if he is good enough, if he repents enough, his god will send a sign. until then, he will help whoever he can. that means he is good, right?

[goatyuuji]

I LOVE WHEN ALL THE PIECES CLICK BACK INTO PLACE TO MAKE THE PICTURE

[caniscomplex]

⸻⸻ ✦ BAEK HARU — blood staining your lips, your own flesh stuck in your teeth  /  the low hum of a long - lost melody, forgotten for a reason, yet nested familiarly within a mind  /  a dance with the devil, a feast with the hells.

𝒊.

full - name : baek haru. nicknames : ——— . age : twenty - nine . birth date : november 8th . khemia : trained . rare magic : — . familiar : rakan . gender identity : non - binary . pronouns : she / they . orientation : bisexual . place of birth : cynefin , clwyd - isle . occupation : trader . face - claim : go minsi .

𝒊𝒊.

height : five foot , four inches . hair : dark, kept as long as their patience allows for . splits ends from badly self - made hair chops over the years. eyes : dark brown with a darker shine when one would pay attention, something swimming in the abyss of her irises. scars : bandage concealed blade inflicted lesion behind their left knee. never fully healed, never fully hurting. price paid. piercings : — .

𝒊𝒊𝒊.

parents : baek daehyun ( father , alive ) / choi eunjeong ( mother , alive ) . siblings : baek jiwon ( older brother / deceased ) .

𝒊𝒗.

sun : scorpio . moon : capricorn . rising : libra . myers - briggs : entj - commander . alignment : chaotic evil . enneagram : the challenger . soul - type : the king . temperament : choleric . element : water. aesthetic : the split - up tarnished .

𝒗.

comprehensive and formatted bio tba.

𝒗𝒊.

born and raised in town with all of their beliefs and customs. never a fully rebellious child to it all, but never a full conservative either. curious mind above all, making her own ideas on things as she grows old will stress her family to no ends.

in a town not that populous compared to the tales of the capital she hears from her parents, there is a sense of feeling trapped that settles inside. on the lookout for some freedom, it's not long before she finds somewhere within the surrounding trees to escape from her duties. in and out before their family could get suspicious of haru not following their strict set of rules, it is their hideout. their perfect place.

until it's not theirs anymore, and someone had seem to claim it for their own as well. always with a wave of confrontation in their step, it's not long for their storm to dissipate at the sight of one ceridwen wynne-jones.

the one person she'd been constantly remembered and warned to stay away from for years after the other was old enough to enter the school. forbidden to approach her in a courtyard — no set of rules or guidance were laid for an off - trail hideaway.

friendship blooms in the sways of leaves, and her hideout spot becomes theirs, and for a few years the secrecy of it holds strong. secrecy her brother is allowed into, for he noticed the longer outings and the longer - lasting smile on his sibling's features. a warning is head, although much tamer than their parents. he doesn't trust the other, but trusts haru. leaves it to her judgement, simply to be careful.

and that carefulness turns into recklessness, a slip up in schedule shines a light on the little guise. haru's family is far from pleased. not only did she disobey, but she lied and outright shamed her family by associating with ceri.

contact stops, friendship forcefully halted. for months she endures the pain of not grabbing what is within reach, shivering at the ice she has to engulf herself in whenever her best friend tries to get near.

pain that she'll soon find out to be nothing next to the one at the horizon. there is an accident in a factory that claims her brother's life. he'd only just gotten in a few months ago. the news broke for a second only that another comes along. it might have not been an accident at all. it might have all been the doing of a single person. and all the warnings and forbidden contact starts to make sense. timing all too close for it to be a coincidence as well. the whispers turn into a louder voice, coming not only from the remaining household members, but from deep in the shadow of her room.

there has always been a presence felt near, though she never paid it any mind. imagination easily running high, there was never a reason to think it was anything but the delusions of a tired mind. that fateful night, however, there was no denying it. the power of the words reverberating through their skull makes tears dry, silent sobs falling instead at the realization and validation ; ceri is the source of the tragedy.

affirmation this sentient shadow will not stop repeating, fire it won't allow to die out. a mantra hammering itself in her head has the baek's pack up bag to leave cynefin behind. her mother won't stand a minute longer in a town with a that child — unbeknownst to her that her own remaining one had gotten latched onto by something far, far worse.

rakan, she'll soon call it, after a pact had been agreed upon blinded by loss and grief. these creatures know something mortals don't ; power. such was recognized in haru, untapped talent so potent it hurt the demon to think of it unused. training hadn't been started, verum never in the baek's cards. their affinity to khemia is, however, undeniable. why else would the entity so set on a contract. why else whisper sweet promises of revenge and never being powerless again if raw power wasn't already on the table.

she wishes she could learn quick, away from the prying eyes of a broken family. a lamb draped over by a wolf, here's the first domino to a long, long, long chain.

years passed, and someone that resembles a grown haru has resurfaced along the streets of cynefin. or so people think. in and out to finalize a new trade post, a shadow is left behind the spot where people think they saw her again. that is until the sighting stays permanent. not by choice, but by landslide.

tl;dr — familiar driven, bent on revenge fractured soul that plans to nurture the chaos that recently set itself over cynefin to use it for their own personal gain on their years long vendetta in the making.

[valsesentimentales]

✩ 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚!       ∙    𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑠 , uma personagem CANON de MONSTER HIGH. ouvi dizer que LALA tem VINTE E CINCO anos, e é conhecida na cidade como DONA DO ATELIÊ NOCTURNE e mora em peculiar há UM MÊS. ele TEM suas memórias, ou seja, já sabemos do porquê dele ser AMIGÁVEL, mas também é muito SENSÍVEL! será que ele também viu o coelho por aí após vir para peculiar hollow?

— 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰𝘀.

nome completo: draculaura tepes.

apelidos: lala.

data de nascimento: 14 de fevereiro de 1999.

sexualidade: bissexual.

mbti: enfp.

alinhamento: neutral good.

educação: formada em moda pela monster university.

— 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱.

ela se lembra de praticamente tudo da sua vida anterior, lembra de monster high e lembra da monster university. lembra das suas amizades e romances.

nas suas memórias fabricadas de como ela veio parar aqui, ela lembra de estar na romênia com seu pai, comprando tecidos para o seu atêlie. drácula não estava nada feliz de ter tido seu castelo transformado em um ateliê, mas sempre foi um pai muito orgulhoso da filha e aceitou se misturar entre os humanos naquele fim de tarde, quando o sol já tinha sumido no horizonte. draculaura lembra disso com clareza, até o momento em que chegaram nas lojas de aviamento. depois disso, a visão do coelho torna tudo turvo e ela já se lembra de estar na sua casa em peculiar hollow. ela sempre teve uma casa em peculiar hollow? não consegue ter certeza disso.

no canon, seu ateliê era apenas para outras criaturas sobrenaturais. fazia lindos vestidos para fantasmas, mortos-vivos, seres mitológicos, entre outros. aqui, ela precisou adaptar seus talentos para a clientela humana.

o estilo do seu ateliê é inspirado pela moda de monster high. logo colocarei um link de uma pasta do pinterest aqui.

𓂅 ⠀ ⠀ ✧⠀ ⠀ 𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑠 ﹐𝑑 . ⠀ ⠀— extras ㅤ୨

[ofhowlingxs]

[ victoria justice | she/her ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome RENEE "RAIN" ARIELLA to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 29 year old HUNTER, who is one of the RETURNED but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be CALLOUS, but that’s all a façade to cover up their SOULFUL nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to FUTURE DAYS by PEARL JAM, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.

BASICS .

Name: Renee "Rain" Ariella

Age: Twenty nine

Pronouns: She/her

Species: Hunter/Returned human

Birthday: March 25th

Zodiac: Aries

Hair color: Dark brunette/black

Eye color: Brown

RELATIONSHIPS .

Two brothers - TBA (Possible connections?)

Elizabeth Ariella (Mother - deceased)

Javier Ariella (Father)

PERSONALITY .

Positive traits: loyal, creative, determined, spontaneous.

Negative traits: stubborn, reckless, blunt.

HISTORY .

Rain was born in a family of boys, the only daughter and soon to be the apple of her father's eye growing up. It was said after her mother passed away when she was six, that her family took an army to raise her. It was to nobody's surprise, that she was their favorite, despite the fact that it was obvious in her father's eyes. He trained her in his image, and she was eager to start. She knew of monsters from a young age, and while there was a part of her that wishes she could blame it on an old vendetta-- it wasn't in the cards. Her mother died in a car accident, and it was just that.. an accident. Nothing more, and nothing less. Her family blood has dated back to the founding families of Louisiana, she was born to wield the hunter's mark.

You might think her family was cold, that they spent their time obsessing over the supernatural. Doing everything and anything to kill them off, one by one. But actually? From the outside looking in? They seemed like your everyday typical average family. And most days that's what they were. They had their day jobs, Rain spent her life growing up in New Orleans-- her brothers too. Eventually, everyone started to live their own lives. Grow up, take care of each other. Rain on the other hand, she'd always remain closest with her father. She took care of him, made sure he took his heart pills-- and stood by his side when the night job took over.

He was a forced to be reckoned with. Prideful, stubborn, everything that he was had bled into his children. Her brothers found it difficult to sway him, to go against him when he placed his expectations on them. Rain on the other hand, was saved from it by her father's grace. Her leash wasn't as tight as her brother's, and it led her to be reckless with it. She doesn't fully believe every supernatural creature deserves death-- sometimes, she might do things just to spite her brothers, knowing that it was easier for her to get away with it. Maybe she'd let a couple of them go. Maybe she'd find no use in killing them, if it took too much effort, or time out of her night. She's been at the hand of the death of plenty, though if they're keeping score? Haven't they all? Killing without purpose wasn't a hunt, it was a sport. And she never really enjoyed it.

It was the night of the gala when things went wrong. A wolf caught in their clutches, and an important event she couldn't have spoke her way out if she tried. Her brothers, and father, all in attendance for the spectacle. And truth be told? When she'd seen the bodies strung up on that stage? She looked away. Guilt had made her sloppy, distracted. She knew the wolf they'd captured in the chaos of it all, Gabriella Garcia-- never quite fond of them, or her sister. Still, she wasn't supposed to make it through the night. The wolfsbane should have made sure of that. It wasn't her call anyways. And yet, she was relentless-- and Rain caught off guard. In an attempt of escape, she'd gotten loose, with teeth and claws, Rain took her last breath. She still remembers it, the pool of warmth-- sticky and blurring as her brothers scrambled with the ropes, until the wolf was silent again. The only thing she could hear was the ringing in her ears, her brother's gasping breaths as the eldest held her in his arms-- and then her father's face, as he crumbled to the ground, yanking her nearly lifeless body away from his boys. He'd cradled her in tears, until she fell asleep.

When she woke up, it felt like she'd hadn't slept in weeks. Her father and brother, they were there with her but the shewolf was gone-- and they were somewhere else. Different. Not home. It was kept a secret, at least until she gathered her strength. Her father attended a council meeting, determining if her fate was to be laid back to rest.. But she was alive, she was breathing. And she was pissed.

[woevens]

Now Playing: No Save Point by Run the Jewels

thereda welcomes VALERIE 'V’ VOKOVA the HUMAN & FIGHTER from SOURIS i hear their talents extend to STREET BRAWLER & DESTROYER and most people recognize them by AN ASSORTMENT OF BRUISES AND BUSTED LIPS AND EYEBROWS, HANDS WRAPPED TIGHTLY IN RAGS TO HELP THEIR PUNCHES LAND, A HEARTY LAUGH FOLLOWED BY SEVERAL FOUL CURSE WORDS  and their DRIVE & RECKLESSNESS. thereda is a large and mysterious land whose glad to have V roaming the lands. [CYBERPUNK 2077 (Streetkid V). JODIE COMER. 25. SHE/HER.]

V was born and raised in Souris. She grew up among the scum and denizens of the lowtown after the death of her mother when she was 6.

She met Jackie Welles not long after this, and it was his mother who half raised V, she seemed to be a constant in the Welles house and she and Jackie became the best of friends, defacto brother and sister.

V and Jackie grew up as a pair, and as a pair they undertook countless Lowtown jobs, until they were both old enough to wield wepons and that is when they began their mercenary work.

V spent 5 years, from 17 to 21, working in a brothel, first as security and then as a sex worker when she realised it would make her more money.

She left to work in the fighting pits after saving up enough scratch to buy herself her very first set of daggers, long and thin and made of onyx, they had long, bright red spiderweb lines through them .

Most of their jobs were thievery based, stealing information or things or sometimes, people when the situation called for a rescue.

It was on one of these Thievery missions not long ago, that V met Johnny Silverhand and the two fell into step with one another.

V now, has made a bit of a name for herself. A Merc with a mouth who gets things done quickly and quietly. Someone who can be counted on.

When she's not making money as a dagger for hire, she's pit fighting for cash.

She has a scar on the left hand side of her face, stretching from above her brow to the end of her jaw. She doesn't often talk about it, but got the scar when she was 14 and was cornered by a big time merc who wanted her job. He slashed her up and robbed her.

V killed him though, 8 years later in a sloppy bar fight that ended in a fire and several ice spike spells that she had to dodge. She still has a freezerburn scar on her left shoulder from where one hit her.

V likes cold beer but doesn;t really partake in anything stronger.

She lives in a bit of a dive at the moment, a small flat above a butchers, so the place constantly smells of death and raw meat.

She's Bi with a preference for muscular men and women with long hair.

She absolutely loves oranges, chicken wings and dark chocolate.

She has a knack for climbing and can usually be found high up on roofs or balcony's.

Her middle name is Hyacinth but she has only ever told Jackie this

She prefers tight pants and thigh high boots, but likes wearing the odd summer dress now and again.

She can sew very very well and even considered opening her own dress shop once.

Her favourite colours are orange, yellow and red.

[annihilvtion]

Josefina Silva Intro // Musings. Visage.

basics.

name: josefina silva

age: twenty-five

dob: august 14th 1997

zodiac: leo

pre-apocalyptic age: three

occupation: bounty hunter

location: jackson county

siblings: an older sister and brother (alive)

parents: mother (alive), father (deceased)

pets: none

tattoos: a heart on her left pinky finger

distinguishable features: a scar across her collarbone

personality:

eccentric, impatient.

she's a pot stirrer who gets irritated easily

likes to bend the rules / thinks they don't apply to her

extremely loyal to the few she loves

she prioritizes her chosen family and would do anything for them

massive cat lover, not much of a dog person

can't commit to save her life

ambitions & headcanons:

thinks being in a relationship = being on a leash

has always wanted to travel the world

hugs make her uncomfortable

belongs to the nighttime, and will sneak out past curfew to enjoy the sky and the silent hum of the night

enjoys breaking things

doesn't read often but once she finds a good book, she won't put it down until it's finished

wants to own a motorcycle or a 'hippie van'

likes to lie for fun

finds comfort in solitude

has communication issues / fists over words

won't let it be known that her feelings are hurt

will never ever cry in front of anyone

(TW: death, illness) couldn't save her dad and regrets it terribly, wishes he'd have died peacefully with his family.

her dad was the one who understood her, they were almost exactly the same in personality and looks

Is and always has been the 'black sheep' going against the norms

she can get along with her family, but that doesn't mean she will

she has a complicated relationship with her siblings and does what she can to avoid telling them what's going on in her life

she feels like her surviving family has never accepted her for how she processed their dads death & her lifestyle thereafter

character inspo: blair waldorf (gossip girl), katherine pierce (tvd), rebecca michelsen (tvd, to), octavia blake (the 100), samantha jones (sex and the city), maddy perez (euphoria)

connections:

older brother & sister ( could be twins )

friends to enemies

platonic twin flames

complicated hookup

exes

partner in crime

work besties

tba

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Vanessas and Mikes if they met sooner in FNAF..

[favorskill]

NEW MUSE DROP:

THEY SAY that it is impossible to become a god... adonis does not wish to become one. for many years of their life, adonis had served as the chosen champion to the god of devotion. what the mythos does not tell you is that every part of your very being will become devoted to them; it will consume you body and soul... and yet, this means nothing when adonis is cast out and cast aside.

their oath means that they cannot hurt their god. but they can hurt others. adonis takes on the role of a GOD - EATER, consuming godly essences of the parthenon around their former patron. it has bent adonis into a person that is hardly recognizable. but they shall continue to eat.