#BIO.

[bcrtiesjr]

❛ do you think you're special? that i'll be lenient with you just because you're my son? ❜

❛ i'll try harder ❜ ❛ try harder? that's not enough. you’re already a disappointment ❜

. . . even though that was enough to break a little child. ☰

need to know

✤ full name: bartemius crouch jr. ✤ age: twenty-three ✤ birthday: october 30th ✤ blood status: pureblood ✤ hogwart's house: slytherin ✤ patronus: unable to produce a corporeal form ✤ pronouns: he / him ✤ sexuality: pansexual ✤ relationship status: single

☰

you're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything.

since bartemius can remember, all he has ever done is fight.

fight. fight fight.

fight against his father fight against himself fight against the world fight against what he feels fight against what he thinks fight. fight fight.

but he always lost.

he remembers covering his ears and hiding. scared. terrified of the yelling, terrified of his yelling.

before hogwarts, his life feels blurry, confusing. he has tried too hard not to think about it, but he knows he was punished whenever he made mistakes.

mistakes an eight-year-old would make, to be clear.

mistakes like not finishing his dinner or getting his clothes dirty. mistakes like breaking a toy or dropping a glass.

he knew then that he wouldn’t get a christmas present or a birthday greeting. and he was already used to it.

once he entered hogwarts, his life became even more chaotic. he needed to feel valued, he needed to feel accepted. his excellent performance wasn’t enough; his impeccable behavior meant nothing to anyone.

"it’s your duty,"

his father would say after he passed his classes with outstanding marks.

"you have perfect grades, and you still don’t know how to polish your shoes properly. pathetic,"

he would say after ignoring everything barty was saying.

"you do the bare minimum and expect me to praise you?"

he would say after barty performed advanced magic.

"you’re not going to achieve anything in life. you know that, don’t you?"

he would say after barty failed to answer a question correctly.

who was going to give him the validation he so desperately sought, then? who was going to see him?

réalisant mon espoir, je me lance vers la gloire.

the dark lord represented the ultimate rebellion against everything his father valued: order, the ministry, and an impeccable reputation. the temptation was too great, and it didn’t take long for him to follow the call. a false one, of course, led by someone even worse than his father, but barty didn’t notice. he still doesn’t. and that gives him the strength to believe there’s truly a place for him there—a space where his devotion and skills are valued, finding a sense of belonging in the shadows, in voldemort.

run, run, run, run, run, run, run away, oh, oh, oh, oh.

after finishing school, barty got a job at the ministry. at voldemort's request. he moved away from his home. at voldemort's request. he started lying, torturing, killing. at voldemort's request.

he did it because he feared his rejection, feared not being useful enough. . . again. at first, the satisfaction of belonging to something bigger gave him strength, but soon the shadow began to consume him: voldemort pushed him further and further, beyond what he could endure.

guilt and fear began to consume him too.

barty wouldn’t admit it. he didn’t want to face the reality. and he clung tighter to this false sense of belonging, to the idea of not giving up to avoid losing everything.

to an idea that, eventually, would kill him.

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[elaetaoboazinha]

┈➤ ( SYDNEY SWEENY ) —  Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é CINDERELA, da história CINDERELA Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: DESCOBRIR NOVOS HOBBIES

⤷ 𝑰𝑵𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵

♡⸝⸝‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎flora ( o clube das win ) ; cordelia ( w.i.t.c.h ) ; clover ( três espiãs demais ) ; mia colucci ( rebelde ) ; daphne ( scooby doo )

⤷ 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪

♡⸝⸝‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Ella/Cinderela ♡⸝⸝‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Cindy . El . ♡⸝⸝‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 27 anos ♡⸝⸝‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Touro ♡⸝⸝‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Casada ♡⸝⸝‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ + leal ; conselheira ; gentil ; ♡⸝⸝‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ - bajuladora ; insegura ;

⤷ 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺

♡⸝⸝‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ As noites eram a parte mais difícil para Cinderela, ficar sozinha naquele imenso castelo, era tudo muito novo e estranho, e por mais feliz que estivesse de ter deixado sua antiga vida para trás, Cindy se sentia mais sozinha do que nunca. A sensação era de que a qualquer momento iria acordar e se veria mais uma vez deitada sob as cinzas na casa da madrasta;

♡⸝⸝‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Com a solidão vieram os hiper focos, que mudavam a cada semana praticamente, e para além de aprender seu novo ofício como rainha de Castle Dreams, o que não era pouco coisa, e ocupava boa parte de sue tempo, ao menos ela se sentia útil. Então, afim de manter a cabeça funcionando e não passar todo o tempo conversando com os ratinhos, Cindy inventava algo novo para fazer, fosse aprender a tricotar ou construir casas para passarinhos;

♡⸝⸝‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Com a chegada dos perdidos e o anuncio de possíveis grandes mudanças foi como se um novo mundo se abrisse diante dos olhos de Cinderela, era a oportunidade perfeita para conhecer novas pessoas, em especial aqueles que integrariam seu conto, e talvez isso significasse que ela não ficaria mais tão sozinha. E ao mesmo tempo, se sentia insegura, e se tudo mudasse, será que ela conseguiria se adaptar?

♡⸝⸝‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ E com todas essas novas pessoas a sua volta, Cinderela parece ter voltado aos seus hábitos antigos, fazendo absolutamente de tudo para agradar, com toda a solidão que sentira nos últimos tempos, ela quer ser gostada, quer que as pessoas queiram ficar ao seu lado e gostem de sua companhia, mesmo que ás vezes ela se apague um pouco para fazer com que os outros brilhem, ela anda esquecendo um pouco demais de si mesma em prol dos outros e suas vontades;

⤷ 𝑫𝑬𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑳𝑺

♡⸝⸝‎ ‎ ‎ ‎vem ai.

[fortheakhirah]

name: lord akhirah kaito tarth age: 34 years old region: stormlands / new valyria marital status: single title: ruling lord of evenhall fc: andrew koji

background information: lord akhirah tarth, the current ruler of evenhall, is a man of complex heritage and deep cultural ties. born to lord haruto tarth and lady mika, an independent merchant from across the narrow sea, akhirah was raised amidst a blend of cultures. his mother's influence introduced him to the "old way," a cultural practice that included elements from yi ti and other far eastern traditions. his father, madly in love with mika, made sure that akhirah was well-versed in both his native traditions and his mother's unique heritage.

personality:

strengths: loyal: his loyalty to his family and the people of tarth and the stormlands is unwavering. resilient: despite setbacks, he remains determined and focused on his goals, wishing to continue to push to achieve his aim. brave: akhirah is unafraid to stand up for what he believes in, even if it means facing great danger; it is the mark of great men.

flaws: prideful: akhirah has a strong sense of pride in his heritage and house, sometimes leading to stubbornness. hot-tempered: he can be quick to anger, especially when he feels his honor or that of his family is threatened. rigid: his firm beliefs can sometimes make him inflexible and resistant to change

current events: recently, the introduction of crippling taxes by lord maximus celtigar has forced akhirah to take action and depart form the ports of tarth for the snake pit he thought he would never set foot within. determined to protect his people and his lands, he has come to king’s landing to confront the injustice personally. rather than focus too much on the king, he points the finger at the whispering of maximus celtigar. with his storybook bravery and resilience, akhirah is prepared to face the political challenges ahead, driven by a fierce loyalty to his home and a steadfast commitment to justice. as of this moment, he is a man torn between his duty and his heritage, striving to balance the expectations of his birthright with the wisdom of the olders of his generation - to pick one's battles carefully.

hobbies and interests: martial arts: akhirah is skilled in both traditional westerosi swordsmanship and the martial arts techniques passed down from his mother's homeland. yes, he'd be a black belt in karate specifically at this point! sailing: what kind of tarth would he be if this was not there? inspired by his mother's merchant background, akhirah has a love for the sea and often spends time navigating the waters around tarth. cultural studies: he has a deep interest in the histories and customs of different cultures, making him well-educated and worldly. this is widely different to the valyrian supremacy ideology, as well as the hermit ideology of most of his stormlander peers. hiking and exploring: akhirah enjoys hiking and exploring the rugged landscapes of the stormlands, finding solace in the natural beauty and challenges of the terrain.

connections: stay tuned.

[zcdkiel]

não é nenhuma surpresa ver zadkiel "zack" morningstar andando pelas ruas de arcanum, afinal, o arcanjo precisa ganhar dinheiro como advogado. mesmo não tendo me convidado para sua festa de idade desconhecida, ainda lhe acho leal e justo, mas entendo quem lhe vê apenas como impiedoso e preconceituoso. vivendo na cidade há um ano, zack cansa de ouvir que se parece com jared padalecki.

BIOGRAFIA:

o principio;

Arcanjo, do grego: arkhaggelos, latim eclesiáticos: archangelus, é o anjo principal ou anjo da mais alta ordem na hierarquia celeste. Zadkiel (em hebraico צדקיאל Tzadqiel, "Justiça do Senhor") é o arcanjo da justiça, benevolência, misericórdia, e o patrono de todos os que perdoam.

Nos primórdios da criação, Zadkiel, o Arcanjo da Justiça e da Misericórdia, observava a obra de seu Criador com a mesma fascinação de uma criança vendo o trabalho habilidoso de seu pai. Cada elemento do mundo trazia uma perfeição que encantava o anjo, e Zadkiel nutria um carinho inigualável por essa criação — quase tanto quanto por seu próprio Criador. Sua fé era inabalável, e sua lealdade nunca foi questionada. Para ele, nada nem ninguém poderia se equiparar à grandiosidade de Deus.

Quando a grande traição ocorreu, e Lúcifer, o irmão querido, se voltou contra o Criador, Zadkiel foi dilacerado entre o dever e o afeto. Ele sabia que era necessário lutar, sabia que os anjos caídos haviam quebrado a ordem divina, mas em seu coração, a compaixão ainda falava alto. Mesmo enquanto lutava ferozmente na grande batalha celestial, esmagando os rebeldes com determinação, ele suplicava por misericórdia ao Criador. Para ele, todos mereciam uma segunda chance, inclusive os que haviam se perdido. O Criador, em sua infinita sabedoria, ouvia os apelos de Zadkiel, e o anjo acreditava que, em alguns momentos, Deus realmente considerava suas súplicas.

Essa proximidade única com o Criador enchia Zadkiel de orgulho, mas também de uma responsabilidade esmagadora. No entanto, seu grande coração se provou uma faca de dois gumes. Ao implorar pela clemência divina, ele inadvertidamente abriu caminho para que Lúcifer corrompesse a humanidade — a joia favorita de Deus.

o inicio da queda;

Zadkiel foi enviado à Terra muitas vezes ao longo dos séculos, e com cada missão retornava mais frio e desiludido. A humanidade, com suas tramas e sua crueldade, parecia estar em um estado irreversível de decadência, e para o arcanjo, sua compaixão aos poucos se esvaía. Ele observava os humanos destruindo uns aos outros e não conseguia mais sentir piedade por criaturas que, em seus olhos, estavam completamente perdidas.

No entanto, uma missão em particular mudou tudo. Ele foi enviado para guiar e proteger uma jovem mulher chamada Heavenly Beatrice Allen, uma humana que irradiava pureza e bondade — qualidades raras que o fizeram sentir algo que ele já pensava ter perdido: fascínio e, mais que isso, amor. Desde o segundo dia que a encontrou, algo dentro dele despertou. A forma como ela vivia, como enfrentava os desafios com coragem e bondade, o fascinava de uma maneira profunda e desconcertante.

Durante três meses, Zadkiel a acompanhou, a guiando até a segurança da cidade que ela precisava alcançar, sempre lutando contra o desejo que crescia dentro dele. A missão poderia ter sido simples, mas se transformou em uma tortura emocional. A cada toque, a cada proximidade, o arcanjo reprimia as palavras que quase escapavam de sua boca: "Eu te amo". Ele sabia que esse sentimento era proibido. Ele não poderia trair seu Criador de tal maneira, mas Beatrice, com sua inocência, parecia sentir algo semelhante. Seu olhar revelava que ela jamais o esqueceria, e no fundo de seu coração, Beatrice também o amava.

Zadkiel, no entanto, foi fiel à sua missão e ao seu voto. Por mais que desejasse tê-la, nunca cedeu à tentação. Quando voltou aos céus, sentiu uma dor profunda. O arcanjo, que não deveria sentir como os humanos, agora estava consumido por um amor impossível. E essa dor apenas cresceu quando ele, quebrando todas as regras, decidiu continuar observando Beatrice de longe. Durante anos, a acompanhou secretamente, cuidando à distância, até que testemunhou o pior da humanidade.

Beatrice, ingênua e confiante, foi atraída para uma armadilha por duas amigas em quem confiava. Essas amigas, seduzidas por promessas de dinheiro e beleza, entregaram Beatrice como sacrifício a um demônio. Zadkiel, preso pelas leis divinas, não pôde interferir. Ele, um arcanjo de graça e poder incomparáveis, foi forçado a assistir impotente enquanto a mulher que amava era cruelmente assassinada. Os gritos de Beatrice ecoaram em sua mente por eras, e o brilho de seus olhos, enquanto a vida se esvaía de seu corpo, o assombraria para sempre.

Quando retornou aos céus, Zadkiel estava irreconhecível. A misericórdia que antes o definia foi obliterada pela amargura e pelo ódio. Ele, que antes suplicava por piedade em nome da humanidade, agora via apenas corrupção e crueldade. Os inocentes mereciam graça, sim, mas todos os culpados e inimigos dos céus deveriam ser dizimados. E, se dependesse dele, Zadkiel destruiria com suas próprias mãos aqueles que ameaçassem a ordem divina. O anjo que outrora intercedia por compaixão agora se tornara o algoz da humanidade, buscando purgar o mundo da maldade com justiça implacável e mãos de ferro.

a queda;

Zadkiel, consumido pela amargura e pelo desejo de vingança, passou milênios traçando meticulosamente o seu plano. Ele sabia que não poderia agir de forma impetuosa, não diante dos olhos do Criador. Então, com paciência angelical, reuniu evidências e esperou. Fez com que os céus acreditassem que havia perdoado as transgressões dos envolvidos na morte de Beatrice, criando a ilusão de que seu coração havia se acalmado. No entanto, por dentro, sua raiva crescia a cada dia.

Quando achou que o momento certo havia chegado, desceu à Terra, decidido a fazer justiça à sua maneira. Um por um, os descendentes das mulheres que haviam traído e assassinado sua amada Beatrice foram testados por Zadkiel. Ele observava suas vidas, os desafios que enfrentavam, e os colocava diante de provas que, se falhassem, resultariam em sua morte. Aqueles que não se mostraram dignos de redenção, que seguiram o caminho da maldade, pagaram com suas vidas, o que Zadkiel acreditava ser o preço justo por suas linhagens amaldiçoadas.

Mas não parou por aí. Zadkiel seguiu os demônios que participaram do ritual sombrio, perseguindo-os até os quatro cantos do mundo. Ele caçou cada um deles, implacável e impiedoso, e os enviou para um lugar de tormento pior até mesmo do que o inferno.

Depois de concretizar boa parte de sua vingança, Zadkiel se voltou para Arcanum, a cidade onde criaturas sobrenaturais coexistiam com humanos. Em seus olhos, a cidade era uma afronta à ordem divina, um refúgio de corrupção, e, secretamente, ele almeja corrigir o que acredita ser o maior erro de seu irmão Miguel: permitir que seres impuros e perversos coexistam com o que resta de bom. Em silêncio, ele planeja erradicar cada criatura que considera indigna..

[fcnnick]

(  homem cis  •  ele/dele  •  bisexual ) — não é nenhuma surpresa ver finnick octavian bludworth andando pelas ruas de arcanum, afinal, o hibrido (vampiro + bruxo) precisa ganhar dinheiro como professor de história. mesmo não tendo me convidado para sua festa de quinhentos e setenta anos, ainda lhe acho cortês e sagaz, mas entendo quem lhe vê apenas como rancoroso e calculista. vivendo na cidade há cem anos, finn cansa de ouvir que se parece com chris wood.

Finnick Bludworth nasceu prematuro, fraco e subestimado, sobrevivendo contra todas as expectativas. Seus pais, poderosos bruxos, negligenciaram o menino, favorecendo suas irmãs mais poderosas e fortes, especialmente após um sonho profético de sua mãe. Ela acreditava que Finnick traria o fim da linhagem dos Bludworth. O que começou como descuido rapidamente evoluiu para punições e isolamento. Com o tempo, Finnick se tornou exatamente o que sua família temia: uma ameaça.

Aos 14 anos, com uma mente já afiada e calculista, Finnick armou um plano sombrio. Ele denunciou anonimamente sua mãe por bruxaria, instigando os moradores de seu vilarejo a massacrar toda a sua família. Após assistir ao fim de sua linhagem, ele fugiu, desaparecendo no mundo e sobrevivendo a qualquer custo.

No entanto, sua saúde começou a falhar. Finnick foi acometido por uma doença grave que o deixou à beira da morte. Mas, em um inesperado ato de destino, ele foi transformado em vampiro por seu/sua enfermeirx. Com isso, Finnick encontrou o poder que tanto desejava. Sua magia, somada às suas novas habilidades vampíricas, o tornou uma força imparável, permitindo-lhe espalhar o caos e a destruição por onde passava.

Infelizmente, sua sede insaciável por sangue e caos o transformou no pior tipo de criatura: um monstro sem remorso, temido por todos. Finnick destruiu vilarejos e cidades até ser atraído para a cidade de Arcanum, onde caiu em uma armadilha. Agora, preso pela barreira mágica da cidade, ele segue as regras com relutância, temendo as consequências de desafiar a autoridade local.

[musingwithnanab]

(Zhou Ye, 25 anos, ela/dela) Era Uma Vez… Uma pessoa comum, de um lugar sem graça nenhuma! HÁ, sim, estou falando de você XIONG MEI. Você veio de PEQUIM, CHINA e costumava ser RELAÇÕES PÚBLICAS por lá antes de ser enviado para o Mundo das Histórias. Se eu fosse você, teria vergonha de contar isso por aí, porque enquanto você estava JOGANDO TÊNIS, tem gente aqui que estava salvando princesas das garras malignas de uma bruxa má! Tem gente aqui que estava montando em dragões. Tá vendo só? Você pode até ser GENTIL, mas você não deixa de ser umx baita de umx TEIMOSA… Se, infelizmente, você tiver que ficar por aqui para estragar tudo, e acabar assumindo mesmo o papel de A GÊMEA na história TARZAN… Bom, eu desejo boa sorte. Porque você VAI precisar!

QUER CONHECER MAIS? LEIA A HISTÓRIA DELA AQUI EMBAIXO:

Com seu cabelo impecável, e blazer o mais bem passado possível, não havia ninguém na empresa que conseguia bater Xiong Mei quando ela queria fazer um trabalho bem feito. Por sempre estar atualizada em tudo que poderia prejudicar seus clientes, a mulher havia trabalhado desde celebridades até mesmo políticos. Todos mandavam mensagens para ela antes de sequer pensar em alguma ação, e Mei gostava dessa sensação de poder. Eles poderiam ser as pessoas poderosas, mas ela que os comandava. Se ela dizia para não fazerem algo, não faziam. Se aconselhava para algo, era feito de imediato. Seu trabalho sempre foi sua vida.

Até demais. Ela não foi ao hospital quando a mãe morreu, pois teve uma crise com um famoso que havia saído de roupas íntimas e foi flagrado. Não foi no aniversário da irmã mais nova porque precisava revisar discursos antes de um palanque. Perdeu o encontro de dois meses de namoro (que só durou dois meses), pois precisou ficar até tarde removendo comentários negativos sobre um idol que ela prestava serviços. Não havia vida pessoal, mas ela sentia-se grata. Não eram muitas pessoas que poderiam estar em tantos eventos, participar de tantos ambientes (de festas exclusivas até reuniões políticas) importantes.

Quando recebeu a embalagem com papel pardo, olhou duas vezes para ver quem era o remetente. Boa parte do material que mandavam para seus clientes passava por ela para ver qual seria uma boa propaganda para tirar foto ou agradecer o mesmo quando não era uma boa ideia (números de telefones suspeitos). Aquele não tinha destinatário, e ela estava pronta para jogar no lixo quando a curiosidade fez com que ela abrisse a embalagem. O livro a surpreendeu. Nunca foi uma mulher a acreditar em contos de fada ou magia. Preferia cadernos e canetas do que bonecas. Seu tempo era melhor gasto em pesquisas, gráficos e economia. O brilho ainda assim fez com que ela o abrisse, e se arrependesse amargamente por isso.

[gravesung-moving]

BACKSTORY & ANTAGONIST BIOS.

content warnings: homophobia, implied parental abuse (take a wild fuckin guess who warrants both of those)

AMARI FLETCH (they/he), a.k.a. THE TOWER

leader of the unseen (historically known as umbra), a global shadow syndicate quietly nudging politics this way and that by way of bribes, assassinations, extortions, etc. also has a major foothold in the underworld scene of most major cities. elusive is NOT fletch's middle name, as they are a well-known high society socialite known for being unapologetically nonbinary in a relatively conservative, traditional space.

fletch is a soft-spoken, well-mannered and calm individual. they are known for never raising their voice or losing their cool, often able to talk down unhinged or pissed-off people with a simple conversation. when they do lose their temper, it is often in an extremely controlled way, a terrifying outburst of violence bookended by serenely removing and then donning their gloves.

they are also incredibly smart. fletch is an expert at loaded questions and layered statements, their conversations often leaving people thinking about what they said for weeks to come. i call him "the spider" for a reason — they are always working an angle, always spinning a thread in their vast web of influence.

though this is known to no one, it's important to mention that a very, very long time ago, amari fletch gained immortality by cheating death in a game of dice. muses who are directly connected to death might know them or know of them because of this!

touchstones: hannibal lecter, gus fring, olrox

ALLIES: persephone aisa ( @huntershowl, right hand), anah tannar (umbra employee in some verses), korin derege (tensely) ENEMIES: adeodatus damiana (politically opposed — adeo is the well-loved underdog to the tower's established rule)

KORIN DEREGE (he/him)

in modern verse, he is the wealthiest man in shelter island and one of the wealthiest in the world. korin is the CEO of midas holdings, a huge corporation that owns many smaller corporations and businesses, though his largest is midas' consulting company (name tbd). the derege family is old money. they have been around for centuries, said to be composed of a long line of men who ruled their fiscal domain — and family legacy — with an iron fist.

he is also, secretly, a five thousand year old dragon. very few people know this, as it is a dangerous secret given the fact that dragons were hunted to extinction so thoroughly that they faded into legend. nowadays, he and his son carry charms that trick those with magical creature-sense, giving off the essence of human phoenix sorcerers rather than draconic ones.

korin, like fletch, is near-universally feared, though unlike them he is very rarely loved. he is well-known to be classist, catholic in a bigoted way, and homophobic. he rules his family like his company: iron fist, hard delegation, everyone serving a role. his wife, charlie, hasn't spoken a word in over a decade and has largely faded into the background. he had a daughter, but she died. his son, keon, is the sole inheritor of the family's legacy, and korin has his claws deep into the boy's life — keon was created and molded to be an extension of his father.

speaking to korin derege tends to feel like being pulled apart and scrutinized from all sides. it's common to feel uneasy around him, as if he could snap at any second and verbally berate you for simply existing. the presence of other people is an inconvenience at best. but his people follow him staunchly: so long as they perform their role properly, they know their lives will always be bountiful. and it feels good to be on his good side.

in fantasy verses, korin leads the midas trading company, the largest shipping empire in xyz coolworldname. he often serves as a close advisor to an emperor or king, though even in magic-forward worlds his draconic identity is a secret.

touchstones: logan roy, fire lord ozai, omni-man, dracula (castlevania)

allies: keon derege (until a character arc turning point), amari fletch & the unseen (tensely), peter lukas (old-money shitfamily pals), riposte alaric (recipient of korin's sponsorship at school), adeodatus damiana (privately)(?) enemies: adeodatus damiana (publicly/politically), rival mafia clans, competing corporations, most people with a conscience, anyone who cares about keon

ADEODATUS DAMIANA (he/him)

ahhhhh, the politician. see, here's the thing about adeo: he hates politicians. he hates politics. at least, the way they are right now. see, you get together a group of people and put them on a patch of land and they have to live together somehow. they form a society. but in a society, you need to figure out the rules: what's okay to do, what's not okay to do, what happens if you do something that's not okay, how rule-breaking is punished, how rules are regulated... et cetera. so you create a form of law enforcement and you create leaders. every group has a leader. usually a few leaders, so that one guy doesn't get all the power and go wild with it. voilà: politicians are created.

but here's the thing about politicians: somewhere along the line, they stopped caring about the city as a whole. the started really caring about themselves, and about money. the only way to have a lot of money is for other people to have very little. an extreme cannot exist without its opposite. if everyone could be rich and comfortable, nobody would be, right? and because these guys helped make the rules, they thought, of course i should be rich and comfortable, i'm important.

but adeodatus grew up poor. the part of the city he's from has been abandoned by law and government. infrastructure stopped getting funded: dilapidated buildings full of asbestos and hazardous debris, roads broken up and riddled with potholes, entire districts dominated by gangs of technomancers, and behind it all, the fucking unseen, profiting from the chaos — scooping up people with nothing left to live for and making foot-soldier criminals out of them. but every group needs a leader, right, so what happens when yours abandons you? that's what we in the biz call a power vacuum. when a leader steps away, another takes his place, and in the outer ring of shelter island, that vacuum was filled by the mafia. no one else had enough influence, money and power to enforce some form of order.

so now you have a whole half of the city where the little guys live in fear of their shops and homes being smashed up if they don't pay their protection dues — or worse, the folks they love being hurt, killed, one by one. they get desperate. they can't get a job in the ring, because no one pays well enough. they can't go to city-proper for work, because they can't afford to look nice enough to get hired and commuting would drain what little funds they have left. so they start to steal. they're honest men, they are, but they have nothing left — no one will reach out a hand and say here's some stability, so you can rest.

two-thirds of the wealth in this city goes uncirculated. it sits in the hoards of a handful of people who — in adeo's honest judgement — are not always evil diabolical villains, they started out the same way as everyone else. they just got lucky, right? and they wanted to hold onto that luck, that stability, so they grew it and grew it and grew it, and now it's a machine that churns out good fortune.

all adeo wants to do is work with these people to create a little more balance. all he wants to do is reduce the suffering that leads to people feeding the umbral machine, people being led blind into the tower's maw and coming out with blood on their hands. give them a chance to catch up, get jobs, make jobs, get one good night of goddamn sleep. feed their kids without risking their lives to do it. turn the ring into a place where you can ask for help and get it. just redistribute a tiny bit of that unused money — he promises, you won't miss it.

TL;DR: whoops — sorry, got into campaign speech mode there. i hope that gives you a general idea of what adeo's all about: he's a socialist politician primarily focused on creating better social security programs and funding for the impoverished areas of the city by redistributing wealth. however, at the same time, he makes behind-the-curtain handshake deals with the very corporation owners he publicly opposes so that he remains friends with everyone. we can all have a slice if we just work together about it. adeo's point of view on life is that everyone, somewhere deep down, wants to do the right thing for them and those they care about.

his major campaign circuit ran five years ago after he baptized himself and left a life of crime. alas, his opposition to umbra/the unseen (the one organization he couldn't come to an agreement with) led to an assassination attempt that caused a house fire, killing his fiancée and causing him to flee the country — never to be seen again. there were three days of riots in the ring after his exit, colloquially called the exile riots. he left the city as a martyr, and not without igniting a spark of hope in the people he swore to protect. many of the ring's citizens still wait with bated breath for his return.

touchstones: zahir (lok), all might (mha), apollo, [the rest are spoilers for other aspects of him that aren't public knowledge]

allies: genuinely Most People but especially those who have been personally victimized by the unseen/the mafia/crime in general/rich people, korin derege (privately)(?) enemies: amari fletch, persephone aisa (if you know you know) IMPORTANT NOTE: adeo is a tricky character. there are darker aspects of him that i keep hidden because i like immersion and it's always a fun mystery to weave for folks, but would never keep a partner in the dark ooc without their explicit consent.

[oathraven]

you grew up on the streets of baldur's gate, alongside your close friend love, neither of you having a home to say to. it's not until your paths begin to diverge, do you lose contact. you finding a home in the sewers of baldur's gate with the phantoms, an underground community of thieves and rogues at constant territorial wars with the zentherim. and her, with the raven queen. you don't know where she ends up, and she lingers in the back of your mind for always.

you grow up, a respectable member of your community ( as respected for a thief as you could be, anyways ). well known and depended on. you're not high-ranking by any means, but you don't want to be. you're happy where you are.

until it happens. a slip up on a job goes haywire and leads to you running for your life. but you lead them back to the phantoms, and it all goes to shit.

you made a mistake. it happens, right? most aren't quite so devastating, though. most don't cost the life of your partner and threaten the very community you live in. the mistake costs you your family, your friends, your entire oath shattered for it.

it almost costs you your life, but unfortunately you're not so lucky.

now exiled from your community as they pick up the pieces you broke, you're set to wander, uncertain of you're seeking penance or simply doomed to a life of solitude. ( it's not bad, you try to convince yourself. it's not. it's entirely deserved and justified. ) until you get snatched up by a nautiloid, and there to meet her, your former best friend, who you thought you'd never see again.

except she doesn't remember you. and she's different. but you're different too, so maybe that's okay. maybe that's for the best.

murmur is recruited in the tomb in the ruins in act i, attempting to disarm the traps in the room with the sarcophagus. murmur is inherently distrusting of the group, despite their shared affliction. attempts to recruit murmur before recruiting love are much harder than if you have love in your party to assist with convincing murmur.

[caspark]

❛ you’re a… what? ❜ ❛ a wizard. ❜ ❛ does that mean i’m a wizard too? ❜ ❛ i—i don’t think so. you’re 18 and…❜ ❛ but we’re brothers. ❜ ❛ yes, but—i don’t know how it works. ❜ ❛ are you just—trying to get attention? ❜ ❛ no, dan—i’m just… ❜ ❛ whatever. just don’t talk to me right now. ❜

☰

need to know

✤ full name: cassian park ✤ age: twenty-five ✤ birthday: 5th july ✤ blood status: muggleborn ✤ hogwarts house: ravenclaw ✤ patronus: fennec fox ✤ pronouns: he/him ✤ sexuality: pansexual ✤ relationship status: single ✤ animagus form: fennec fox

☰

i'm floating around in ecstasy, so don't stop me now

cassian was an artist. a natural one. everyone could see it from an early age—he adored music, art, and books. he started reading at a young age, and his love for painting blossomed as soon as he learned the names of the colours. and their shades. and then their combinations.

and then, magic came. and magic felt like colours.

his family tried to understand what was wrong with cassian. but he couldn’t see it as such. he might not have been able to control it, but he could feel vibrant colours rushing through his bloodstream every time he made an object levitate.

it made him smile.

" we should take him to a doctor. "

and so they did. several, in fact. but none of them could come up with a diagnosis for someone who wasn’t ill.

i'm a shooting star leaping through the sky like a tiger

freak. freak. freak.

he got used to hearing that word every time someone spoke to him at school. his older brother always tried to defend him, but more often than not, that only made things worse.

cassian learned to build a shield around himself, so those words wouldn’t get to him. and he succeeded.

he focused so much on the magical sensation running through his veins that he started caring about nothing else.

he found solace in books—fantasy tales where he could be the protagonist, ride dragons, and talk to animals. he found refuge in painting—canvas filled with magical landscapes, mythological creatures, and elements that didn’t belong to his world. not yet.

" of course, i’m a wizard!! "

that was the first thing he said when an old man with a long white beard appeared at his doorstep.

it all made sense to him at that precise moment. but not to his family. and that hurt. he knew it was beyond his control, that it was a process, and that eventually, they would forgive him.

forgive? there was nothing to forgive.

but cassian thought there was. and he felt even more in need of forgiveness when he arrived at hogwarts.

i wanna make a supersonic man out of you

after being sorted into ravenclaw, things started falling into place. friends came along ( so did enemies ).

enemies. friends. lovers.

he had plenty of friends, plenty of experiences—both good and bad. quidditch was one of the good ones. the forbidden forest, one of the bad.

but cassian always tried to see the silver lining in everything that happened to him, and it was after a prank gone wrong that he found himself wandering through the darkened woods.

he decided it couldn’t be that bad. living there. after all, there were so many fascinating creatures he longed to meet. but that wouldn’t be possible in his human form.

and so, his journey to becoming an animagus began.

" i—i love you. "" what? "" i love you, like—i think i’m in love. "" uh. "" it’s okay, you don’t have to say it b— "" i dated you because i wanted to make someone jealous. "" oh. "" and it worked, so… i guess this is it. "" i don’t understand… "" really? aren’t you supposed to be clever? "" i don’t understand how anyone could be jealous of me. "

but cas forgave easily. he always had the best intentions, even towards those who didn’t wish the same for him.

" oi! oi! is someone out there? could you give me a hand? "" what the bloody hell were you doing locked in a broom cupboard? " " someone—erm—closed the door. y’know, by accident "

and that’s how he justified every misfortune that ever befell him.

he knew it wasn’t the best or the healthiest way to cope, but it worked for him. just as it worked when he needed to forget all the unresolved tension with his family.

that was something he still hadn’t figured out how to approach. they avoided arguments, but sometimes, they simply ignored him.

he still didn’t understand why his brother was so angry with him. or why his father avoided introducing him to his colleagues. or why his mother never mentioned him to other relatives.

it was exhausting.

'cause i'm having a good time, having a good time

he still lives with his parents. it’s not something he’s particularly thrilled about, but for now, he doesn’t have much of a choice. he barely keeps in touch with his hogwarts friends. he pretends the war isn’t happening. he doesn’t think about it. he’d love to live in romania and work with dragons.

[demichu]

Full name: Demitria Vero-Chu

Nicknames: Demi, Dem, D

Age: 50

Star sign: Aquarius (January 26th)

Hometown: Lincoln, Nebraska

Occupation: Theatre Director

Pronouns/Gender: She/her, cis female

Time in town: 2 years

@aurorabayaesthetic

Demi Chu was born and raised in Lincoln, Nebraska and was the daughter of two high school educators -- algebra and history, respectively. While Demi was always a successful child academically (as if there was much of a choice), she found her passion to be more in the direction of the arts. 

She loved to be the center of attention, drawing the eyes of a room to herself and commanding the space. First she thought that passion would lead her to the stage -- she took the lead in every school play that the town had to offer and even had her mother driving her back and forth to community theatres in a three county radius as well.

While her parents pushed her to study tech, Demi ended up with a scholarship to the Yale School of Drama. While she had every intention of being an actress, her freshman year at the school was discouraging and she quickly got the impression that she was the little fish in a big pond. However, it was in a directing class her sophomore year that Demi discovered where she really shined. She liked to be the leader, in charge of the vision of the production and the creative control. She’d always liked to have things ‘just so’, and her eye for detail worked greatly in her favor.

Degree and a portfolio of connections in hand, Demi made her way to New York after graduation and hit the ground running taking any backstage work she could find. 

In her thirties, Demi found herself directing an Off Off Broadway production of Jennifers Body: The Musical. It quickly became an underground cult classic, the buzz enough to get it promoted to an actual Broadway theatre. The mix of gore, humor, and catchy songs took the New York theatre scene by storm, and Demi became the Tony winner for ‘Best Direction of a Musical’ by total upset.

After that came some hit revivals, a Broadway production of Disney’s Lilo and Stitch that garnered her her second Tony nomination and, most recently, a disasterous production of Avatar: The Musical -- brought down shortly after previews by a wildly massive budget, extensive runtime, and chaotic stunt disasters.

Along with the hit to her professional reputation, it also had an effect on her marriage. She and her partner divorced while the show was in workshops, and it’s widely rumored that the show tanked because Demi’s focus was pulled.

After seeking a change of scenery on the west coast, Demi is in search of her next inspiration or project, looking to gain back credibility to her theatrical name.

PERSONALITY.

- inspirational, ingenius, resourceful

- blunt, sarcastic, bossy

BITS n BATS.

- owns two cats named carol channing and ethel merman

- rides a yellow bike

- has a sharp memory -- is always off book before the show is even finalized casting

- keeps firing personal assistants because she can do it

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

non at current time

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

-- friends! she's the big found family type.

-- hook ups! babes probably been hoeing just a little since the divorce/career crisis so being in charge in the bedroom has probably helped her work out some stress idk

-- theatre community! the theatre world is small and all about who you know! give me people who have acted in her productions in the past or want to in the future! people who want to collaborate with her or dish with her about stage drama!

[pcrplecolor]

shin hye-sun? não! é apenas a seon-yun lilac, ela é filha de perséfone, do chalé 26 e tem 25 anos. a tv de hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no nível ii, mas está no acampamento há 15 anos, sabia?

lila é bastante altruísta, mas também dizem que é pessimista.

afetuosa como ela, lila é uma pessoa extremamente carinhosa e carente, já que é órfã e não tem família. sua principal missão é dentro do acampamento, fazendo com que os semideuses mais novos (crianças e adolescentes) tenham suporte e apoio (pessoal e emocional). frequentemente é vista nos campos de morango, ajudando na manutenção do plantio ou com algum grupinho de semideuses crianças, isso quando não está falando sozinha pela maldição que recebeu de hades. além disso, também fica fazendo suas tarefas para tentar desempacar do nível ii de poder, já que desenvolveu um bloqueio que nunca conseguiu avançar.

headcannons.

quando a rainha do submundo desconbriu mais um filho do seu esposo, resolveu sair para o mundo mortal, na tentativa de espairecer sobre a nova traição de hades. nesta noite, havia escolhido a coreia do sul para conhecer sua cultura e costumes. foi então que conheceu um sujeito sedutor, que a abordou com um sorriso simpático e confortante. o homem tentou anima-la, conversando com a deusa por um bom tempo, sem saber exatamente quem era. papo vai, papo vem, ambos decidiram dançar juntos, perséfone passando a noite inteira provocando hades, que tentava alcança-la com suas sombras. quando finalmente cedeu ao mortal, ela já estava se sentindo melhor e decidiu presentea-lo com uma criança. entretanto, ao final da noite, quando perséfone o deixou sozinho, hades levou sua alma ao mundo dos mortos.

fruto de uma noite proibida da deusa, lilac nasceu numa noite chuvosa de outubro, mais precisamente no dia 30. persefone teve de deixar os domínios de hades para que ela não nascesse nos domínios do marido e acabasse morta. assim, a deixou na porta de um velho sátiro, que cuidaria e despistaria a criança das investidas de hades contra sua vida.

lilac cresceu com o pai adotivo, que sempre fora muito cuidadoso e amoroso, oferecendo-lhe uma vida como se fosse sua própria filha. a semideusa conseguiu passar 10 anos escondida, até que em um dia ordinário, ao voltar da escola, uma quimera desconfiou do sangue mestiço da menina e começou a persegui-la, até ter a certeza de que era, quando ela viu o sátiro se juntar a menina. foi então que o ataque começou.

george então a instruiu para o acampamento meio-sangue, apesar de toda a agonia durante o ataque, mas infelizmente não sobreviveu.

lila passou dois anos no chalé de hermes, sem a reclamação do seu parente divino, não entendia muito bem o que era ou o motivo de tudo aquilo ter acontecido e parte de si ficou em negação por muito tempo. mas em contrapartida, lila fez muitos amigos e aprendeu muitas coisas, embora sempre tivesse a sensação de não-pertencimento, as vezes pensava ser uma impostora e não ser uma semideusa de fato.

sua atividade favorita era o treino com arco e flecha, do que foi um desastre total no início, mas após muito treinamento, conseguiu finalmente dominar a arma com maestria.

após dois anos no acampamento, perséfone finalmente a proclamou. pouco tempo depois, fora convocada à uma missão, do qual conseguiu concluir com sucesso e, após a sua conquista, a deusa presenteou a filha com um anel que, posteriormente, lilac descobriu ser uma arma e como usa-la. apenas após a proclamação, lila conseguiu treinar o seu poder, mas ficou estagnada no segundo nível.

por não ter nenhuma família, além dos campistas, lila é integral no acampamento e estava presente no jantar durante a profecia, sendo uma das responsáveis por conter o panico dos semideuses menores.

poder:

intoxicação: lila expele do próprio corpo um espécime de névoa vermelha com toxina, que confunde os inimigos e semideuses, deixando-os confusos, tontos, com náuseas ou falta de ar, porém não é um poder letal ainda. a parte ruim do poder é que não se concentra apenas em algo maligno, então qualquer um pode ser afetado por ele, estando num raio de até 5m de distância da semideusa.

habilidades:

na primavera: cura sobre-humana

no inverno: agilidade fisica e mental

arma:

um pequeno anel com uma pedra vermelhas e folhas, simbolizando uma rosa, presenteado por persefone após a conquista da primeira missão da semideusa. esse anel, ao ser manuseado três vezes, vira um arco e, ao mesmo instante, uma aljava se forma em suas costas com flechas com pontas venenosas. quando disparadas, ao atingir o alvo, a flecha se desintegra, retornando à aljava.

maldição:

lilac sempre fora uma lembraça da traição de perséfone à hades. e como prova de sua apatia pela semideusa, quando a garota foi reclamada pela rainha do submundo aos doze anos de idade, hades lhe lançou uma maldição (ficou pistola). é por isso que consegue ver fantasmas em suas piores formas e é perseguida por eles até então. frequentemente possui episódios de insônia por estar sendo assombrada por algum fantasminha camarada.

[yeehawfm]

glenn powell, thirty three, he/him  │  there they go,  THE FIREBRAND,  greenhike’s own  LINCOLN “LINK”  REEVES. they’ve lived around here for  10 YEARS,  but i mostly see them frequenting  WRAITH’S DEN. if you stop to chat with them, don’t be surprised if they're  LION-HEARTED  and  HOT HEADED,  since people often say they remind them of  THE TWISTED SENSE OF CHAOS AND CALM YOU GET FROM LOOKING AT A FIRE, A WELL WORN LEATHER JACKET AND THE RUSH OF ADRENALINE FROM BEING ON STAGE. there’s rumors that they’re at greenhike because  [redacted] do you think it’s true  ? ( PARI/29/SHE/HER/EST )

MORE BELOW THE CUT

BASIC NOTES: 

full name: lincoln gregory reeves

nicknames: link

age: 33

dob: march 26

hometown: dallas, texas

current location: greenhike

occupation: musician, part time bartender

voiceclaim: zach bryan

gender: cis-male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual

status: single

health status: physically healthy, mentally has general anxiety disorder & ptsd

theme song: american nights - zach bryan

pets: has a labrador retriever named cash

PERSONALITY NOTES:

negative traits: hot headed, chaotic, lost

positive traits: lion-hearted, charismatic, charming

hobbies: writing music, playing guitar, football, baseball, billiards, drinking whiskey, reading (though he'd never admit it)

aesthetic: leather jackets, belt buckles, cowboy hats, toothpicks

PHYSICAL NOTES:

face claim: glen powell

hair color: dusty blonde

eye color: green

height: 6'

build: athletic

CHARACTER NOTES:

former firefighter from 18-23 was forced to stop after a roof cave in during a fire that left him with a crush injuries. afterward he suffered from panic attacks and nightmares about the accident.

came to greenhike after the anxiety and ptsd diagnosis as a way to claim his fresh start, finding that music had always been the one thing that drowned out all the noise.

so, he starting playing his music with a small band at the wraith's den for the bar-goers where he earned himself a steady and paid slot every friday night. it's not a lot of money but it's enough to get by when he's not bartending. plus, he's got everything else he needs at greenhike since he tends to go there daily anyway.

a bit of a local celebrity anyone that comes through wraith's den knows who he is and with that, he's probably flirted or slept with them.

a chaotic mess truly: if you need a villain in your story, he can be it. if you need someone to be your dirty secret, he can be it. if you need someone to fight next to you, he can be it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

band members: drums, bass, piano, etc. he's the lead singer & guitarist.

exes: though real relationships are few and far between he's certainly been in a few that he's probably done them dirty

hook ups: open to any number of people, he flirts and tries to get with just about anyone

the one that got away: the only person to really give him a run for his money so much so that they're pretty much his perfect match and he regrets it every day

roommate: living on the southside on a musicians budget he needs a roommate to keep a float

ride or die: the only person that gets him for more than just the local flirt, they see the real him

competition: anyone else who performs at wraith's den trying to take away his audience (even if they're not)

anything else is open!

[wintercuddles]

Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é OLAF, da história FROZEN! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a AJUDAR COM AS CRIANÇAS DE ARENDELLE… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja criativo, você é ingênuo, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: SE VOLUNTARIANDO NO HOSPITAL.

Headcannon:

Para que o encantamento que o mantém vivo fosse mais permanente, a nuvem de Olaf foi colocada dentro da neve que compõe o seu corpo. Com o tempo, ele foi moldando o próprio corpo conforme ia sendo mais necessário: braços não feitos de gravetos pra poder ajudar a levantar coisas e pernas mais compridas para não ficar sempre para trás nas caminhadas e até uns cabelinhos para ficar mais bonitinho… até que, finalmente, decidiu ceder e assumir uma aparência humana. Enquanto ele ainda é feito de gelo, às vezes ele compra encantamentos para parecer humano, só para chamar menos atenção.

Como está a posição dele em relação aos perdidos? Odiou ou amou?

Olaf é pau para toda obra. Assim como a água que o compõe, ele flui para onde precisar. Bom ou ruim, é uma coisa que aconteceu. E até que está sendo bem divertido todos esses amigos novos! E a história nova tem um monte de amigos novos, inclusive para as suas meninas, o que é ótimo! Mas… até que dá saudade de toda a neve de casa às vezes. 

[laveuvequincy-a]

Amelie's backstory

Here's a revised and more in depth version of Amélie's backstory to make her character a bit more complex and interesting than my first version; as well as better fitted in the Bleach world and make interactions easier. Some details are still to be added and think about, but here's the global idea.

I've added a bit about her personality at the end of the post to help with interactions and give you a better idea of who she is.

Early life:

Amelie grew up in a strict wealthy Quincy family. Her family is from the noble class and owns land in France. As an old child she was raised to be the heir of the family and wed at the age of twenty. A life she found little excitement from. Amélie struggled a lot as a child and teenager to fit within society, often talking and behaving inapproprietly and very blunlty with people. She had very little friends and trouble relating to other people, whom she other found dumb or dull. 

She found refuge and escapism in ballet classes she started taking as a child, she likes the thrive and discipline to become the best she came, the attention during performance and portraying different characters. She dreamt of making a career out of it, her parents weren't very keen but allowed to keep going to those classes, seeing it was helping her building discipline and appropriate behaviour. 

Pre-war:

By the age of twenty, she betroded her man named Pierre, of noble Etcht lineage, she wasn't very keen on him and the idea of marriage, but he proved overtime to be a very patient and kind man with her, who cherished her for who she was and never berated her for behaviour or eccentricities. For the first time in her life, Amélie felt understood and not judged, though many in society and in her husband entourage disliked her bizarre characters. 

Shortly after her marriage, rumours of a war against Soul Society started echoing within the Kindgom, which wrecked fear and chaos amonsgt people who feared for their future. Amélie decided to pick up some archery and proper fighting class, she had only been taught the basics of archery, as anything beyond was considered inappropriate at the time for a noble lady.

 She refused to be a spectator of her own downfall, should Soul Society attack them and didn't trust the army to protect them as her husband had a strong dislike for Yhwach and often voiced his concerns towards his intentions. 

She found a teacher who presented themselves as expert if the arts of archery and with experience training military and mercenaries alike. She found herself absolutely thrilled and taken aback by the arts of fighting and the adrenaline it provided. She trained everyday for many hours and started excelling in precision. Her teacher saw her passion as well as the look on her face whenever she shoot, sensing a much darker edge and urges to her personality. Then suggested she tried to join the military or a brotherhood of contractors. 

She first refused knowing her husband and family would never approved. But her teacher insisted that it would be a waste of talents and that it would be very difficult for her to live a normal life within society; if her needs weren't satisified and controlled within an appropriate framework. She risks ending up locked up in asylum, prison or w orst being accused and burned for witchcraft.

She felt extremely conflicted as her life was about to start relatively normal and under control, but she couldn't deny that learning to fight had awaken an urge in her she could no longer resist. 

Early assassin life:

After a long dilemma she agreed for her teacher to introduced her to a contact to work as an assassin for the court. She was put to test and underwent very specific training for months to perfect her skills, as well as learned the art of dissimulation, as well teach her the ideology of the Empire. She cared very little for the latter, but she figured she'd better be good at pretending she did, if she wanted to carry on. 

After a few months of training, she started off as a spy, in charge of spotting dissidence and resistance against Yhwach and his regime. Then once, established as trustworthy and efficient, she was entrusted with carrying on the assassination of some of the dissident. At last. 

But amongst those dissident she has unveiled a correspondance involving her own husband, upon investigating in their home, she found out she was indeed involved with a group of rebel and held a lot of influence within their groups. 

She found herself once again in a difficult dilemma, though at this point she had gone too far to turn around and back off. She had known this might likely happened and gone in secret to work as assassin for court. She decided to go for a quiet and clean sleep while Pierre was asleep. A first and sad first killl, that yet brought her a feeling of being alive she had never felt before that couldn't compare to anything she'd known before, not even her feelings for her husband. 

People found out, she started earning the nickname of the black widow for murdering her own husband and she became a topic of horrors amongst society. Her family decided to disown her. 

First war:

Shortly after, war started waging with a surprise attack on Lietchreich from Soul Society. Amelie was tasked with helping civilians escape and find safe escape to the Wandenreich, spot the enemy, sabotage their campement, killed some of the low foot soldier. But she wasn't considered experience enough to against higher ups or other high risks missions. 

Wandenreich era:

After the war, she kept on working for the Empire, helping them spot dissident, as well as going on mission to the human world to spy on Shinigami's activities, carry on assassination, and helped rescue remaining Quincy in the world of living who wanted to escape to a safer land. 

While she originally didn't care for the Empire's ambitions and her interests solely lied in killing, after witnessing the horrors the war, the Wandenreich ideology and a sense of Quincy pride started to grow on her. 

She takes orders directly from Yhwach and his close entourage ie Jugram & his royal guards. She doesn't have a schrift, she's not a part of the Sternritter, but she may work with them and assist depending on her mission.

Reputation:

She's made quite a reputation for herself over the years. As an assassin she's known for her exceptional precision and one shot kill. A lot of people hated her amongst former noble society, she's viewed as a ruthless monster with no honour.

Personality:

She's usually quite cold and not the friendliest person, she often is very sarcastic and likes to trigger with her dark sense of humour.

She knows how to adapt, be charming and fake attitude or emotions when needed, but unless it's needed she doesn't really care about her actions and words affect other people. As kid and adult she was seen as weird for her bluntless and lack of empathy. The way she functions borders that of a sociopath.

Views on Shinigami & Hollows:

She hates them. She views them as a very backwards and power hungry society. After the first war, she fully endorsed Yhwach's ideology and that the world would be a better place if rule by Quincy and without Shinigami. She believes Shinigami's methods are gross and unmethodical, though she does a bit of a morbid admiration for some of their most blood thirst fighter.

Hollows she believes are inferior and brainless creatures.

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Desde que vi EELIS 'BUGGY' SELÄNNE nos arredores de OLD HOLLOW, soube que estava na presença de um abençoado pelos espíritos da floresta! Aos 35 ANOS, talvez seja seu AMOR PRÓPRIO que o torna tão radiante, mas é sua COMPETITIVIDADE que o mantém unico… Além, é claro, de seu gosto peculiar: fiquei sabendo que ele ama TIRAR FOTOS SUAS, COSTURAR E ESTAR SOB O HOLOFOTE e odeia SER IGNORADO, INSETOS E PASSAR VERGONHA, não é especial? Espero vê-lo mais por ai, mesmo que esteja ocupado sendo um excelente AJUDANTE / INSTRUTOR DE TEATRO / DRAG QUEEN em KINGSGATE / CENTRO COMUNITÁRIO / TIKTOK.   𓇢𓆸   (  sam reid ◦ não-binário/queer ◦ ele/elu  )

´ ･ . ✶ ━━ BIOGRAFIA.

os pais de eelis são apenas mais um casal estrangeiro que, acreditando no perfeito sonho americano, decidiu se mudar para o país da liberdade em busca de uma vida melhor. mas, infelizmente, não tiveram tanta sorte assim. continuaram pobres, porém em uma cidadezinha do interior de illinois, onde mal conseguiam entender inglês. para piorar, uma gravidez acidental deu origem a eelis.

ele nunca teve muito amor dos pais, e precisou aprender a se virar sozinho desde muito novo. green prairie acabou se tornando seu refúgio quando se tornou amigo de hugo whelan, passando mais tempo na pirate's hollow do que em sua própria casa velha e caindo aos pedaços em old hollow.

na adolescência, buggy ficou obcecado em assistir mtv, principalmente o reality show the real world, que acabou sendo seu primeiro contato com a comunidade lgbt. isso abriu uma caixinha de pandora em sua mente, levantando dúvidas sobre sua sexualidade e identidade. foi só quando foi apresentado ao maravilhoso mundo drag que algumas dessas dúvidas diminuíram.

inspirado por drags como rupaul e lypsinka, eelis criou seu alter ego, buggy the clown, pouco tempo depois de se formar no ensino médio, usando o recém criado myspace para divulgar sua arte.

anos depois e eelis ainda mora em apple cove, preso à cidade por conta de seus pais idosos que precisam de cuidado frequente. ele simplesmente não consegue abandoná-los, por mais que ainda guarde certo ressentimento pela criação sem carinho que teve. trabalha na kingsgate apenas para ir contra seu melhor amigo e inimigo mortal, ajudando na produção dos produtos artesanais, além de ter se tornado instrutor de teatro do centro comunitário. também tem uma conta no tiktok onde posta vídeos montado com sua persona drag, e vez ou outra faz apresentações nos bares da cidade e arredores.

´ ･ . ✶ ━━ HEADCANONS.

o apelido buggy foi criado por hugo, quando eles ainda eram pirralhos, depois de eelis entrar em pânico por causa de insetos. ele odiava ser chamado assim, mas decidiu usar o apelido como nome de seu alter ego para pagar de durão, como se não se importasse tanto assim. e o clown foi adicionado por ele também ter certo medo de palhaços, usando a sua persona drag como forma de tentar vencer esse medo bobo.

´ ･ . ✶ ━━ CONNECTIONS.

╰ ♡ ✧ ˖  hugo whelan ⊰ os dois se conheceram depois de eelis fugir de casa e se perder em green prairie, parando na pirate's hollow para se abrigar da chuva forte que começou do nada. mesmo com a diferença de 3 anos entre eles, viraram melhores amigos instantaneamente. faziam absolutamente tudo juntos! na adolescência acabaram se distanciando por começarem a se interessar por coisas diferentes, mas a conexão entre os dois continua forte até hoje. buggy guarda um pouco de rancor por acreditar que hugo simplesmente o abandonou no ensino médio por causa da namorada, considerando-o seu maior inimigo na cidade. vive falando mal dele em qualquer chance que tem. mas, se alguém vier concordar, começa a defender o mais velho na mesma hora. hoje os dois tem o perfeito relacionamento tom e jerry.