#chara: aristotle sloane
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fairywilds · 7 months ago
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Aristotle strolled along, clutching a digital camera in his hand, scrolling through a mishmash of photographs from his travels. They were tucked away on a random SD card he had stumbled upon while tidying up his loft. A furrow formed on his brow as the battery suddenly died, but he found some solace in the interruption, considering that a few of the emerging images were casting a shadow on his mood rather than lifting it. Regardless, he resolved to have them printed as keepsakes of his journey — call it sentimental or nostalgic. Pausing to process everything, he took a seat on the nearest bench, he let out a sigh, glancing over at the girl beside him as an afterthought. Pausing to observe her and her book for a moment, he eventually broke the silence, "...What are you reading about?" Aristotle inquired, his curiosity piqued momentarily. ( @mcnstercus )
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fairywilds · 7 months ago
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Aristotle listened attentively as Azariah shared her thoughts on coping with loss and the importance of remembering the good times. He nodded understandingly, empathizing with her struggle to find solace in the wake of her loved one's passing. "I can imagine," he murmured softly, offering a sympathetic smile. As she mentioned her plans for the skeleton, he chuckled lightly, intrigued by her artistic vision. "That sounds like quite the transformation," he remarked, impressed by her creative ideas. He then took out his phone and checked the time. "—But, shit, I should probably get going," he said, glancing at the time. "But I kinda want to see how the skeleton turns out with all the additions. Maybe we can meet up again like this another time..." He suggested.
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"I mean, sometimes I feel plagued by her death," she admitted. It was only a few months since she passed. They were actually coming up on the first anniversary of her death in a couple of months. "So sitting at my altar and choosing to remember the good times really help," she explained. At his question, it left Azariah pondering. She really thought about his question and was only distracted from it when he spoke up again. "Oh? I assumed you were," she said as she took the skeleton from him. "Oh no, he's not for my altar. He's just for decoration. I'm thinking about painting him, add some glitter and flowers to him. I think it would be very aesthetically pleasing."
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fairywilds · 11 months ago
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Aristotle knew better than to let himself get distracted as he was usually focused and attentive, but a glint flickered from under the surface of the pond ahead. Maybe it was only the moonlight on the water, but curiosity got the better of him, drawing him closer to discern the source. Lost in the moment, searching for where it had been, he nearly missed the subtle sounds of footsteps approaching from behind. His instincts took over, poised defensively, only to relax upon recognizing the familiar face. "What the hell are you doing? If you were trying to be sneaky, I hope you know that you just almost got a face full of hellfire." He quipped with a raised eyebrow. ( @nctural )
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fairywilds · 3 months ago
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&&. aesthetics — aristotle "ari" sloane
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fairywilds · 3 months ago
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Aristotle approached the bench slowly, his eyes scanning the park as if unsure of what— or who— he was looking for. The world still felt a bit fuzzy, his steps not as sure as they usually were, thanks to the lingering effects of the concussion. When he spotted Kris sitting on the bench, he hesitated, trying to shake off the haze and focus. He offered a tentative smile as he drew closer. “Hello,” Aristotle greeted, his voice careful, almost testing the waters. He lowered himself onto the bench, the movement deliberate as his body was still sore. “How have you been holding up?” He glanced at Kris, keeping his tone neutral, leaving space for Kris to answer his question. ( @kristinhenderson )
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fairywilds · 8 months ago
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Aristotle nodded his head silently in answer to her question. There surely was a thousand different ways that his life had changed since they last spoke but, for some reason, he couldn't think of a single way so he stayed silent with only his nod. His gaze softened momentarily as Cassie expressed her hopes for his own stability. Her genuine concern tugged at the corners of his guarded demeanor, stirring echoes of their shared past. He had so many ideas for their future and now it all seemed wasted, but maybe that was just how it seemed for now. "Yeah, stability is... something I'm working on," he admitted, a faint trace of vulnerability slipping into his previously composed tone. He had learned so many valuable things during his time with Cassie. He was exposed to different cultures and was taught more about the art of adaptability. Through their backpacking journey, he had learned to think on his feet. He had discovered facets of himself he never knew existed and most importantly he learned how much work he still needed to do on himself. Despite the pain of their breakup leaving a sense of abandonment, if he was completely honest with himself, he harbored no ill will towards Cassie. Deep down, he still wished her the best and hoped she would achieve all the dreams they once shared, even if it meant doing so without him, but those were feelings to be tackled another day because actually admitting that out loud (especially to her) was even harder with everything he was trying to process. This had to be a good first step. "See you around." Aristotle then told her and he turned away so that he wouldn't have to see her walk away.
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Cassie watched him closely as he spoke. She noticed the subtle hint of discomfort he had at her question and rocked on her heels awkwardly. She hoped that their past wouldn't make things weird for them in the future... but here she was, being weird. "Oh really?" she asked. "So, a lot has changed for you too?" She folded the paper that was in her hand and stuck it into her bag. She'd hoped he had found some stability too. She had a lot of hopes for the two of them but they just didn't work out. Maybe it just wasn't the right time? Maybe they both had some growing up to do? Either way, they were over and their past lingered through their conversation. When he said he'd put in a good word for her, she was actually surprised and she wasn't often surprised. "Thanks," she said anyway as she moved to leave. She turned around to face him, "Ari? I hope you've found some stability too."
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fairywilds · 10 months ago
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Aristotle Sloane, affectionately known as Ari, was born in Atlanta, Georgia, alongside his younger sister, Kaela. Despite their similar mindsets, an eight-year gap hindered their bonding during childhood. Raised in a seemingly normal human family, they concealed their dragon identities, revealing their secret only to a select few trusted friends. The family's need for secrecy posed challenges, leading Aristotle to struggle in making friends. He often appeared aloof or preoccupied, perhaps unintentionally projecting an air of superiority or elitism. Aristotle often found himself navigating awkward social situations, unsure of how to relate to his peers. His struggle to connect stemmed partly from the need to conceal his true identity as a dragon, leading to a sense of isolation and detachment. His reserved nature and tendency to overthink interactions sometimes left him feeling out of place. Their family moved into their next chapter of life which coincided with the beginning of Kaela's high school years and, by that time, Aristotle had begun pursuing college at the age of twenty-two. Studying journalism, he delved into self-exploration, experimenting with his sexuality and embracing vibrant expressions like colorful hair, drug use, risky hook-ups, and many many tattoos. This abrupt and drastic transformation surprised his parents, who feared the influence of college experiences or unsavory peers. While Aristotle thrived, Kaela struggled, leading to her admission to a mental hospital. Feeling lost in how to support her, Aristotle retreated into himself, eventually finding solace in Northknot, a sanctuary for supernatural beings like him. There, he crossed paths with Cassie, a psychic, where he began embarking on a passionate yet tumultuous journey with her. Their relationship took them backpacking through Europe, marked by intense arguments. Aristotle, unaccustomed to deep emotions, grappled with the intensity of their bond. Their eventual breakup left him wandering Europe alone until Kaela's graduation, when she extended an invitation to Northknot. Returning cautiously, Aristotle resettled into his apartment, hoping to avoid encounters with Cassie as he navigated his another chapter in Northknot, where he shortly found employment as the head of photography at the local newspaper.
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fairywilds · 8 days ago
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Aristotle leaned against the doorframe of Azariah's office, his ever-present camera hanging loosely around his neck. The faint scent of lilies lingered in the air, courtesy of a nearby arrangement. "So, tell me," he stated, his tone laced with casually friendly snark, "do you have to give the funeral sympathy speech? Does it just flow out naturally like some kind of morbid superpower?" He tilted his head, "Or is that not part of the job description?" He questioned, his sharp green eyes studying her with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Either way, I’m impressed. You’ve got that whole 'comforting but not too comforting' vibe down to an art form." ( @azariahmiles )
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fairywilds · 4 months ago
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Aristotle settled beside Victoria. He let out a sigh, his eyes reflecting a hint of concern. "I've been having the most vivid dreams lately," he confessed, his voice soft but steady. "They're unlike anything I've ever experienced. Sometimes it still feels like I'm dreaming. Do you think it all means something, or am I just overthinking?" He questioned, wondering her opinion. ( @immcrtalsx )
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fairywilds · 1 month ago
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Aristotle tilted his head slightly, giving Wyn a thoughtful look. “Embarrassing? Maybe. But real is real, and that’s not something to ever be ashamed of,” he said, his tone sincere but light. Maybe it was easier that Aristotle made it seem or maybe he just wanted to make Wyndham feel better in some way. “We all have our shit, right? The shit that gets under our skin," He shrugged, continuing to explain. "Doesn’t make you weak— it just makes you exactly like the rest of us.” He crossed his arms casually and gave Wyn a small, encouraging grin. “You'll be alright. Need me to walk with you to get some water? Might help calm your nerves.” He expressed.
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"Real, but real embarrassing," Wyn replied. Wyn grew up feeling so weak for his phobia, for anything that made him scared, it was a side effect of his parents treating him that way. It's a surprised that he didn't grow up to be an asshole, like his brother was (used to be?), he wasn't exactly sure about that one anymore.
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fairywilds · 11 months ago
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Aristotle was on the beach, in the night, collecting small flat stones as he waited for Aida to arrive. He couldn't help but feel a sense of both fascination and compassion toward Aida. Her quiet demeanor, once mysterious, had unraveled into an enigma of profound depth the more he got to know her and, despite her spectral existence, they exuded an uncanny ease in their interactions, making her unexpectedly easy to get along with which Aristotle deeply appreciated. After he gathered a few, he'd flick the stones out of his hand; skipping them across the surface of the water. "You almost startled me, if I hadn't known you were coming." He spoke to Aida, turning to her, after she arrived and held out a stone for her to take. ( @howmcnythings )
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fairywilds · 10 months ago
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wanted connections
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Malakai Westmore — OLDER BROTHER: brother who always looks out for him and kind of taught him everything he knows they are close and this was the brother Kai was closest to but when kai died they had a hard time reconnecting due to kais death and yet kai was still around as a ghost so things were different but they're still there for one another it just feels different and more distance between them now
OTHER SIBLINGS (BIOLOGICAL BROTHERS): (abuse tw, brainwashing tw) he comes from a lil culty family where they believed in some really weird shapeshifter shit and kinda fed it to their kids where animal shapeshifters are like the best species and it's a lot of elitist but also like... religious abuse, forced solitary confinement, ugly gross things !!! but i imagine it's all brothers and there's a weird hierarchy uGh it's gross and its the worst but the boys secretly looked out for each other until their dad got sick and died /: the mom was never the same and gave up all the beliefs and barely leaves her room bc she went into catatonic schizophrenia and now lives in a medical ward and they would visit her sometimes bc that's still their mom but they were essentially brainwashed to think weird things and have a lot of healing to do. all of their last names would be Westmore! first names are up to you but none can be older than the older brother connection above! ROMANTIC SHIP: can be any gender <33 and kai is up for any type of person so i think most charas would work.... maybe there could some type of forbidden love vibes to it idk we can go wild lol
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Eitan Mars — SIBLINGS (ADOPTED OR FOSTER): big ass family with lots of kids and they all have cool unique names because the mars family is weird! like cheaper by the dozen type shit lol where parents got together when eitan was young so they grew up in a tall house with like five stories and constantly had people coming in and out and it was messy and wild and full of energy and fairy magic everywhere and filled with lots of love and support so! there would be a few kids from before the parents got together then a few kids after so the before kids (like eitan) would have the last name mars and the after kids (younger than eitan) would have a hyphenated last name with Mars and something that you decide or completely something you decide it's up to you EXES: someone that eitan has dated in the past but they have broken up and their dynamic and reason is up for plotting and the ex-partner can be any gender(: i just need more exes for this loser bc he would have dated ppl in the past haha
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Aristotle Sloane — ENEMY & PAST HOOK-UP: where they just do not like each other anymore maybe they never liked each other but they have hooked up because they were both hot lol so maybe ari regrets it maybe they were drunk or whatever but now ari can't stand this person
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Nereus Pan — SISTERS (ADOPTED, FOSTER, OR BIOLOGICAL): i imagine nereus has a ton of sisters of different ages and he's the only boy lol the sisters can be older or younger than him but they all have the last name pan to keep up appearances
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Sagramore Delacour — ROMANTIC SHIP: can be any gender <33 and sage is up for any type of person so i think most charas would work.... maybe friends first tho?? dare i say a lil bit of a slow burn if we want?? lol the partner could struggle with being hurt in the past paired with sage's want to give them a better life and is willing to shower them in love with affection and compliments it could be really cute
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Octavia Mercy — VAMPIRE/HUMAN: a relationship with a human male. where we can portray the changing and difficult aspects of a relationship between a vampire and a human. we can explore immortality and forbidden love and also be melodramatic asf and sappy and romantic and uGh he would be a feeder and he is her favorite human yes pls i feel like it could give: the one who hates absolutely everyone x that one ray of sunshine that they love with all their heart
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fairywilds · 1 month ago
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Aristotle barely had time to react as Elena closed in, her claws gleaming in the dim light. His expression faltered as her claws connected, slicing through the formal wear he'd worn to the event and grazing his skin. He sucked a breath in, gasping, stumbling backward, and only realized the camera's strap has been severed from around his neck. It slipped down and clattered to the floor. Blood now welled up from the shallow cuts on his throat. "Okay—" He coughed, pressing his hand to his neck as if to slow the bleeding. "Point taken. Maybe I... misjudged the mood." He quipped then staggered as he tried to keep his usual composure despite the pain, but there was a flicker of fear now, a realization that this game might not end in his favor. "Let's... not do anything too hasty now." He rasped, his voice weaker now as he glanced at her; trying to mask his possible vulnerability while also trying to figure out who the hell this was.
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Hearing someone call out to her, Elena stopped suddenly. She turned to him when he called out for her to stop and a smirk appeared on her face. She wondered what he thought he could do to actually stop her. Amused by him, Elena shifted focus, making him her new target as she moved swiftly in his direction; pausing only momentarily when she was blinded by the flash on his camera. That only made her angry. She launched for him, claws out, aiming for his throat.
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fairywilds · 9 months ago
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"It's quite the coincidence, isn't it?" Aristotle remarked with a chuckle, his expression brightening at the encounter. "But it might not be fate, as I heard you were here, actually. I was planning to surprise you by showing up, but it seems you beat me to it." He shrugged lightly, amused by the serendipity of the moment. "I arrived last night, so I haven't been here long. It's been a whirlwind since then." He explained, his tone carrying a hint of excitement at the reunion.
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"What's got me so excited, you ask?" she said. "Well, you silly. Us, I mean. Out of all the odds, we end up in the same place," she smiled, shaking her head. "I didn't know you were in Northknot. How long have you been here?"
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fairywilds · 10 months ago
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Aristotle chuckled, enjoying the banter. "Trust me, your love for the finer things will go unjudged when you're with me. I might have a penchant for some of the finer things too, you know," he replied with a wink, teasingly playing along with her. As Astoria inspected the locket, he observed her with a curious expression. "Destroyed photo, huh? Pity. Imagine the tales it could have told. But you, my diligent companion, have earned your stripes as a loyal retriever by unearthing a hidden gem," He accepted the locket, turning it over in his hands. "Finders keepers, you say? I'll cherish it as a token of our friendship. Maybe it holds the whispers of a bygone romance." He met her eyes, a glint of amusement in his own. "...What do you think?" He asked, wanting to hear her thoughts on where the locket could have transpired.
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"i hope we're at a stage of this situationship that i can trust that you won't judge me for liking the finer things in life." she joked, a grin pulling at her lips. "make sure you let me know in advance so i can bring popcorn." astoria teased, locking her eyes with his as she moved through the water, checking the back of the locket for details of ownership. "there looks like there might of once been a photo - but it's been long destroyed by the looks of it." the blonde shrugged, handing it too him. "finders keepers - i was just your dog, doing all the hard work in fetching it for you." she joked. "but seriously - you spotted it first, it's all yours."
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fairywilds · 7 months ago
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Aristotle nodded solemnly as he inspected the skeleton in his hand, his thoughts drifting momentarily to those he had lost over the years. Memories of loved ones flickered through his mind, casting a shadow of distant sadness across his features. "Yeah, thinking about the good memories is the best. It keeps the memories alive," he agreed, his voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "When no one is left, who is there to remember?" he mused quietly, his gaze turning thoughtful. Shaking off the momentary melancholy, he shifted his attention back to Azariah, offering a faint smile. "So do I, but I'm not a witch either," he admitted, withholding certain details about himself for the time being. Extending the skeleton towards Azariah returning it to her again, he raised an eyebrow playfully. "Will he be finding a spot on your altar?" he inquired, amused by their unexpected encounter and intrigued by her connection to the supernatural world around them.
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"Yeah, I like to pay homage to the people I've lost," she said, shrugging. Thinking about her mother's death sometimes made her sad. She predicted her mother's death and although she knew it was coming, it didn't make it any easier to lose her. When Aristotle started talking about Halloween, she perked up. She loved the holiday, not only because of the boundaries between the living and dead blur, but because it was when she felt most like herself. "It does," she nodded. "I like to sit at it and just think about the times I had with my mother." When he asked if she was associated with any covens, she shook her head. "No, I'm not but I have a couple of friends who are witches."
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