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Majestic creatures, cats truly were. In some parts of the world they were observed as divine creations and were treasured and groomed, sitting in the lap of luxury. He was no different.
Often draped in the finest silks and precious jewelries around his fingers, his hands, his arms, or his neck, Magnus enjoyed looking the part of royalty, drenched in opulence and the adulation of those he'd unsurprisingly catch the attention of. He had cat-like eyes, to captivate and entrance, catching anyone who meets his gaze with his charms and magical touch. And he moved ever so graceful and dignified, in his movements, and in the way he went about his life, like a cat effortlessly manoeuvring down a narrow ledge of a building as if he'd never fall.
Magnus was fierce as a cat in that way; big or small, cats do not easily succumb to fear in the face of danger or horrors the world throws at them. But when he does fall, he always lands on his feet—readily and steadily, he slinks back through the path worth nine lifetimes and beyond.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 【ㅤ G L I T T E R 】
Magnus was attracted to all the beauty and finery the world had to offer; fashionable and finely-woven clothes, coruscating gemstones, and shiny, precious silvers and golds. A sign of shallowness and superficiality to others, perhaps, but for all the centuries he had lived, there never seems to be a place for dullness and that kind of negativity in his life.
Naturally, the moment Magnus set his eyes upon the jar of sparkling substance on his dear old friend's desk, he was quick to be taken in by their simple yet fascinating appeal. As soon as he poured some of the glittering contents of the jar in his hand and saw the sight of its glimmering vibrancy against his brown skin, he had fallen in love with another potential show of superficiality. At that moment he could even imagine his entire body be stippled with a handful or two of those glittering grains and thought he would look beautiful.
He did not know then that it would become quite the integral part of his life in the years to come though he was sure his life was made the better for it. It was a tool meant for spectral creatures unseen by the naked eye be seen upon their touch, but for him it became a tool meant to physically reflect his already glittering personality.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 【ㅤ A C O R N S 】
In the language of flowers, acorns are said to bring good luck. Acorns are also associated to wisdom, potentiality, and immortality. For once such as Magnus, who had lived through centuries and every so often faced with the rollercoaster ups and downs of life, luck certainly seemed to be on his side as he continued to live life the way he does.
It was easy for people to become disillusioned by the prospects of a good and fulfilling life, and certainly there have been times when Magnus himself would fall to those bouts of uncertainty and pessimism as well—a problem those burdened with immortality usually faced, often leading to petrification. But living his days, always open to learning and not resisting change though they often make a turn for the unfamiliar is what gives him the motivation to look forward to all the tomorrows he would inevitably go through perpetually.
The many lifetimes he has lived certainly improved his mind with all the knowledge he could learn from them but knowing a lot did not mean knowing it all. What he already knows, he doesn't allow to interfere with him seeing the potential for uncertainties and all the other avenues and pathways off the beaten path he could continue tread on.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 【ㅤ H A N D S 】
In one's hands people can see, histories that the eyes and mind might have already forgotten. Wizened and weathered with age, sometimes rough and scarred from all the difficulties they've been through, sometimes soft and delicate, retired from all the troubles that no longer needed facing. But this was not so for the warlocks who never age and so whose hands never told the truth of their histories at first glance or first touch.
They were tools just as important to warlocks like any other man. They were not necessarily needed to cast their spells but it helped them greatly having a pair to concentrate their powers through them as natural foci. The hands, after all, were said to become playthings for the demons if left idle so warlocks make sure to always put them to work, leaving their infernal parents no room to take control.
The pair he owned were big and slender, his fingers manicured and painted, and always ornate and adorned in fineries. The size of them might seem intimidating at first but once he cast his spells and the familiar glittering blue essence of his magic would emanate from the tips of his fingers to the palm of his hands, the inviting and seemingly harmless movements of his hands and the magic he gives off could put anyone at ease—that is if he wasn't casting any offensive spell that could maim and hurt.
But setting aside his magic, his hands could be as kind as he truly was deep inside. His hands have been through centuries and centuries worth of difficulties, of comfort, and of hurt. But no matter how rough the patches he'd go through were, he was always ready to reach out and offer a helping hand to those in need and even those who weren't deserving of his concern. His hands were loving, gentle, and good just as he was, and could even be more to those fortunate enough to get to hold on to them, fingers intertwined, feeling the warmth of his adoration and affection.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 【ㅤ F O R G E T – M E – N O T S 】
If there was one thing that never fails to leave deep cuts and permanent scars for those who were immortal, it was, ironically, death. Though they were deprived of meeting Death should they not seek it themselves, that didn't mean they weren't constantly reminded of it, especially those who enjoy the companionships found in mortal beings.
Some understandably eventually give up on interacting with mortals altogether, no longer able to bear the pain and grief of losing them over and over when Death inevitably comes to claim them. But there were those like Magnus who has managed to entangle himself with the lives of many mortals. Some were great, some ordinary, though they all were to him, in their own ways, extraordinary.
It never really gets any easier with time, that kind of comfort and getting-used-to didn't apply when it comes to individuals who are never the same as the ones who came before them. Different people brought about different kinds of grief but the hurt remains constant even though some hurts may hurt more or less than the other.
The only thing Magnus could do for them once they were gone was to remember. It was an unspoken duty that those with immortal lives often take upon themselves to do. Death doesn't have to mean the end of everything especially for those who Magnus loved truly. Like the symbolism of forget-me-nots, years could pass and many other loves could stir his slow-beating heart, but his love and devotion for them will always be with him. No one deserves to be forgotten and forget them, he will not.
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ㅤㅤ·˘˓ˑʾ․ˆ˖ʿ‧.ː ⠀' ༲࿆༫࿆ • /.𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲./ ꕊ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓏰⫽ ᴍᴀʀʏ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ › ﹚
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ᴺᵒ ⇲ ₀₁ ꕪ 𝐛 𝐚 𝐬 𝐢 𝐜 𝐬 ꕀ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖾 ›˙ Mary Alice Brandon Cullen
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗌 ›˙ “la pequeña muchacha de pelo negro” por Bree Tanner; “la cantante de James”, por James;
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝖾𝖽𝖺𝖽 ›˙ atemporal
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 ›˙ 1901
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 ›˙ Heterosexual
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇 ›˙ Estudiante
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾 ›˙ Vampiro
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗈 ›˙ Femenino
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗅 ›˙ Soltera – Casada con Jasper Haleㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 ›˙ Ashley Greene
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝗍𝖾𝗓 ›˙ Blanca pálida
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖺 ›˙ Delgada
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺 ›˙ 147 cm.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 ›˙ Negro
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗃𝗈𝗌 ›˙ Ojos marrón | Ámbar o dorado.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌 ›˙
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ᴺᵒ ⇲ ₀₃ ꕪ 𝐩 𝐬 𝐲 𝐜 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐢 𝐜 𝐚 𝐥 ꕀ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗀𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗌 ›˙
𓎎 ❚❙❘ ⤽ Optimista
𓎎 ❚❙❘ ⤽ Amable
𓎎 ❚❙❘ ⤽ Se preocupa por los que ama
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𓎎 ❚❙❘ ⤼ Le encantaba cantar más alto que las notas con su voz de campana.
𓎎 ❚❙❘ ⤼ Su hobby favorito es ir de compras a tiendas caras y grandes centros comerciales.
𓎎 ❚❙❘ ⤼ Le importa la imagen antes que otras cosas
𓎎 ❚❙❘ ⤼ No permitía que ningún integrante de la familia utilizará las mismas prendas más de una vez.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇 ›˙
ᦾ *ฺ 𓍢ˊ˗ Alice es considerada uno de los vampiros más alegres y optimistas. Le gusta bailar, cantar y jugar. Tiene bastante sentido del humor. Tiene algunas TOC al orden, a las compras y sobre todo, a controlar la vestimenta de los demás. Su manera de caminar iguala a la de una danzarina, o al menos Isabella Swan comentó que las verdaderas bailarinas sentirían celos al verla caminar. Cariñosa, enérgica, alegre, tiende a contarle todo a Esme como buena hija, trata de aconsejar y proteger a Bella cuando aún era humana. Con el Cullen con el que más empatiza es con Edward al poder entenderla con su don. Siente cierta repulsión hacia Jacob, misma que trata de controlar cuando nace Reneesme y después de su impronta. Es empática, por lo que facilita su relación con Bella. Es la más sociable de la familia Cullen después de Carlisle, pero lo que más le preocupa es proteger a su familia. Siente un servil y honesto amor por Jasper y siempre buscará la manera de protegerlo y de cuidar su bienestar por él.
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ᴺᵒ ⇲ ₀₄ ꕪ 𝐥 𝐨 𝐜 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ꕀ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽 ›˙ Estadounidense
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝗅𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 ›˙ Biloxi, Mississippi.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤꕨ ꕿ 𝗅𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺 ›˙ Forks
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ᴺᵒ ⇲ ₀₅ ꕪ 𝐛 𝐚 𝐜 𝐤 𝐬 𝐭 𝐨 𝐫 𝐲 ꕀ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ「꒰꒹⌟˼ ▸▹ 𝟶𝟶𝟷. Nace en 1901 en Biloxi, Mississipi en clase media. Su padre era joyero y comerciante de perlas, su madre se hacía cargo del cuidado de la casa. Sus premoniciones de pequeña no siempre eran correctas, lo que ocasionó que obtuviera los sobrenombres de “bruja” o “niña cambiada”. Su padre planeó asesinar a su esposa y ella lo descubrió meses después cuando planeaba ahora el asesinato de ella con el mismo que ocasionó la muerte de su madre. A los seis meses de la muerte de su madre, su padre se comprometió con otra mujer la cual no trataba bien a Alice ni a su hermana Cynthia.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ「꒰꒹⌟˼ ▸▹ 𝟶𝟶𝟸. Fue internada en un asilo psiquiátrico a sus 20 años, después de que su padre le dijo a todo el condado que su hija se había vuelto loca, puesto que ya había develado que él era el asesino de su madre. Su cabeza fue rapada debido al brote de fiebre tifoidea. Su tratamiento era mediante terapia de electroshocks, la cual le dejó una amnesia total y restauró su personalidad alegre y humorística. En este lugar hizo amistad con un médico vampiro quien ponía a prueba sus dones y la cuidaba de otros posibles tratamientos más crueles. Después de tener la visión donde James, un vampiro rastreador la había detectado, se lo contó al médico que la protegía. Al tener más visiones en que cada posibilidad que ellos tomaran, él la encontraría; el vampiro la convirtió y se la llevó durante el proceso. Alejando con él a James y sacrificándose por ella. Cuando James la rastreó, la dejó vivir. El veneno borró sus recuerdos.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ「꒰꒹⌟˼ ▸▹ 𝟶𝟶𝟹. Sus premoniciones se intensificaron al ser convertida. Su primera visión fue cuando se encontraría con Jasper Whitlock en una cafetería en Filadelfia en 1948, se enamoraron durante su viaje y en 1950 se unieron al clan de los Cullen y se casa con Jasper. Antes de conocer a Jasper, el estilo de vida que adoptó fue la vegetariana respecto a su dieta, pues ya sabía que se uniría más tarde con los Cullen.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ「꒰꒹⌟˼ ▸▹ 𝟶𝟶𝟺. Después del encuentro con Jasper, Alice buscó a los Cullen a través de sus visiones y los encontró hasta 1950.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ「꒰꒹⌟˼ ▸▹ 𝟶𝟶5. Alice tuvo una visión de que se haría amiga de Bella, por lo que estuvo muy insistente con Edward respecto a que quería conocerla, cosa que él impidió hasta que se pudo acercar a ella.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⁑ ⌌⌟ ▦ 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝗶𝗹𝘆 ↴
▗▘ㅤㅤ ⤨ Carlisle Cullen ⊶ padre
ㅤㅤᏪㅤ↳ vivo ⩩ Multi J. Monet
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▗▘ㅤㅤ ⤨ Esme Cullen ⊶ madre
���ㅤᏪㅤ↳ vivo ⩩ Apple
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▗▘ㅤㅤ ⤨ Jasper Hale ⊶ pareja
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▗▘ㅤㅤ ⤨ Edward Cullen ⊶ hermano
ㅤㅤᏪㅤ↳ vivo ⩩ Lawłiet A. Ken
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▗▘ㅤㅤ ⤨ Isabella Swan ⊶ hermana
ㅤㅤᏪㅤ↳ vivo ⩩ Tati
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ㅤㅤᏪㅤ↳ vivo ⩩ Summer Reinartz
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⁑ ⌌⌟ ▦ 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝗲𝗿𝘀 ↴
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ᴺᵒ ⇲ ₀₇ ꕪ 𝐦 𝐢 𝐬 𝐜 𝐞 𝐥 𝐥 𝐚 𝐧 𝐞 𝐨 𝐮 𝐬 ꕀ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤬ 〥 ⮎ 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 ⸃⸃
ㅤㅤৎ◗ ࿔ ˹ꗃ˼ Las de un vampiro normal: velocidad, fuerza, sus sentidos agudizados.
ㅤㅤৎ◗ ࿔ ˹ꗃ˼ Premoniciones o visiones del futuro.
ㅤㅤৎ◗ ࿔ ˹ꗃ˼ El vampiro más ágil de la familia.
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ᴺᵒ ⇲ ₀₈ ꕪ 𝐨 𝐟 𝐟 𝐫 𝐨 𝐥 ꕀ
ㅤㅤ⠀்⠀ ݁⠀જ ⠀ ⠀ Personaje canon perteneciente al fandom de Twilight.
ㅤㅤ⠀்⠀ ݁⠀જ ⠀ Faceclaims utilizados: Ashley Greene.
ㅤㅤ⠀்⠀ ݁⠀જ ⠀ ⠀Rol en primera y tercera persona.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ᨌ ⋯ ⌇ ⌕ ⌋ ▦ 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒍𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟 ↴
⅏ ⟅ ๛ formato perteneciente a 𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝑲𝑬𝑬𝑷𝑬𝑹.
⅏ ⟅ ๛ template/edición por lionheart.txt - ❪ ❫ 𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊.𝚝𝚡𝚝
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—¿Qué haces?
ㅤㅤDavid ni siquiera necesitó volverse para saber quién le hablaba: lo reconoció por el sonido de sus pasos. Y Jon era el único suicida para acercársele en uno de sus arrebatos de furia.
ㅤㅤ—¡Esta máquina del demonio tiene mis bolitas de chocolate! —Cada palabra era acompañada de una pausa en la que David arremetía con su hombro contra el cristal.
ㅤㅤAnte sus intentos inútiles, propinó una patada final. El chasquido del cristal al quebrarse fue un coro de ángeles en sus oídos. La luz dentro de la máquina expendedora parpadeó antes de morir.
ㅤㅤ—Toma, bruto. —En su mano, Jon sostenía el paquete. David era muy orgulloso para preguntarle cómo.