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OTP Prompts - Day 25

Day 25: Gazing into each others eyes

Pair: Jean D’Arc (Ikevamp) x Emrys Jernigan (OC) 

It was a classic, a staring game. Put two people in front of each other to gaze into the eyes (or eye) of the other and whoever holds out the longest is the winner.

But what if both players are naturally awkward with eye contact? Meet Jean and Emrys, two of such types battling one another.

"This should be hilarious," Arthur had stated with a mischievous smile. Not interesting, nor curious; hilarious. For there was only comedy to be had when the two of them were seated across each other, their eyes turned towards the floor as they were mentally preparing themselves for that gaze.

"Ready?" Arthur called, ignoring the distressed hand signals from Emrys.

"Set, go!" he announced just right after Jean's protest, dismissing that one as well.

The silence that followed was heavy, neither party lifting their heads until a minute after for a careful peek. Stark blue eyes met a dark purple one for a second and then averted once more, leaving the spectators to their own judgement.

"Emrys won," Leonardo announced, but Theo disagreed who got into an argument with Arthur, who on his turn got refuted by Dazai. Shortly put; there was no true winner to be determined.

"Again! And try to hold out longer, 'kay?"

The announcement earned a deep sigh from both parties.

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Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Characters: Leonardo Da Vinci x Nevia @silhouette-of-a-dream​‘s OC (with Emrys Jernigan and Anya Nosferatu making an appearance (both being OC’s of my own)

Prompt: A little look into this motley group of found family members. Last surprise for Mama’s birthday. 

Word count: +1k 

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Leonardo liked to believe himself to be a deep sleeper. He often enough pretended to be one, what with the residents of the mansion occasionally tripping over him. To spare them the guilt the man thus often pretended himself to sleep through it all even if it made him chuckle when they would quietly apologise, or leave a sneer behind. Today, however, he was not given such an option as wild gestures and harsh pokes woke him up and a pair of deep blue eyes glared right into his.

“Emrys,” was Leonardo’s only response, languidly rolling himself over as he took his time sitting up from his bed. The warlock was not made of that patience, however, wildly continuing his gestures without any care on whether the pureblood would understand or not. It came with the unfortunate circumstance of Emrys finding out early on that Leonardo had studied up on sign language, or at least on the development of it, which the male happily played into whenever convenient.

“Anya is what with Nevia?” The pureblood snorts in amusement, but the look in Emrys’s eyes is so glaring and unappreciative of the chuckle escaping the man that Leonardo steels his face quickly, not wanting the signs to run any more rapid like the warlock tended to do when he was annoyed. It was no surprise to Leonardo to know that the Nosferatu was planning something with Nevia. The two purebloods were old friends after all and Anya had some catching up to do.

“And how is that a problem?” Leonardo teasingly questions, earning a book into his direction from Emrys whose frustration was clearly boiling over at the thought of the Nosferatu near Nevia. After all, the warlock didn’t have such luck in his encounters with Anya. Or rather said, it was the impression left.

Another throaty chuckle escapes the man as he watches Emrys’s fingers move in rapid succession, a cigarillo already lit as he gets up from his bed. “Alright, alright, I understood,” Leonardo mumbles from under his breath, but the quasi-amusement could not be hidden as the pureblood is ushered out of the room.

Fairly speaking, Leonardo still didn’t see an issue in the matter. But Emrys saw one and Leonardo couldn’t deny him his help. Not when the warlock went through the trouble of waking him.

“I’m just saying, Goldilocks’s door is much too convenient but I actually managed to get something good out of it for once…”

The distinct voice of the Nosferatu, fast paced and excitable, sounded through the dark halls in which the Nosferatu kept themselves hidden until now. A rapid fire of a story rolling out with all sorts of interesting this and that’s that were previously meant to be kept a secret following after each other in quick succession as the pureblood grimaced to himself, wondering how long Nevia had been stuck listening to that.

“Don’t you think it is terribly interesting to see him embarrassed for once? I for sure would lose my cool with how cool he pretends to be. Always going on and on about how old he is and so on... So I took it upon myself to…”

Stopping in his steps Leonardo didn’t mean to eavesdrop, yet he couldn’t help himself but wanting to listen in on this conversation that was so obviously about him. Did Nevia consider him annoying for always keeping his ‘cool’? Did he pretend to be so? Leonardo didn’t think himself to be, though he also knew that he often found himself comparing his experiences to theirs, even if it was unneeded, for their lifespan wasn’t any shorter than his was.

And, Leonardo had to admit to himself, he was terribly curious about what exactly would make him lose his cool. Or what the other supposedly had found. But most of all, Leonardo was curious to know what Nevia had to say about him.

It was an answer he was never to receive as Nevia’s voice silenced Anya’s rambling one with a single call of her name.

“I don’t think it to be annoying at all,” the pureblood spoke and Leonardo actually feels his breath still at that, a confusion setting in as he tries to peek out from over the corner. Just to catch a glimpse of Nevia’s expression as she says this.

“Besides, the man is listening in on this conversation.” As a trained assassin Nevia’s senses were sharper than average and it was no surprise that she had caught Leonardo and Emrys standing so near, a chuckle escaping her as Leonardo can almost imagine that slight roll of her eyes. A habit she had picked up from the warlock who loved to roll his own eyes excessively.

Stepping out of the shadows Leonardo doesn’t feel the least bit of guilt for being caught. Just as little as either woman seem to feel caught themselves. “Shame, I was looking forward to hearing you out,” Leonardo says as he nudges a sulking Emrys along with him. Only the warlock seemed to mind the situation as he trudges out of his hiding space, though everyone knew that to be related to an individual more so than the rest.

“Emrys claimed that you were taken away,” Leonardo explains mirthfully and the scoff that escapes Nevia, accompanied with the pout from Emrys’s side is such an endearing moment that the pureblood doesn’t mind the sudden halt of the earlier conversation.

“I wasn’t,” Nevia clarifies, a reassuring hand landing on the warlock’s shoulder who seems to relax a little despite the anxious looks thrown over to the other.

“But I wasn’t about to share what makes Leonardo lose his cool either,” she continues with a wink thrown into his direction, “unless he really wants me to, it is rather endearing after all,” Nevia continues with a teasing remark and Leonardo actually feels himself shift a little uncomfortably, wondering what exactly it was that Nevia had figured out about him. After all, it was Nevia who knew him most intimately, which meant that she was also the most likely to know about his weaknesses.

And to this Anya beams up, her eye widening as she steps towards Nevia, who steps away as Emrys tugs at Nevia, running into Leonardo who still stood solid as he caught the duo.

“We’re going home,” Leonardo gently informs the pureblood, protectively putting an arm over Emrys and Nevia as he pulls them into his chest. A kindness to the warlock who was feeling increasingly uncomfortable with Anya so near. But also partly selfishness, for he didn’t want Nevia to share her knowledge with anyone else.

Anya, however, is never one to let anything go as she gives chase, “don’t leave me hanging?” she calls after the retreating group of three, but receives no response as the curious soul is left with all sorts of questions by herself. It wasn’t something anyone pitied her for.

“Thank you for warning me,” Leonardo would tell Emrys later when they had returned to the mansion, an affectionate hand running through the wild brown tresses of the younger male. The signs that the pureblood receives in response earns a chuckle before he turns towards Nevia and tugs her along by the hand, golden eyes beckoning the other to tell him what exactly she had figured out about him.

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OC Game - Masterlist

Status: Open

Game Explanation

01 - Moysei Pyre vs Yukimura Sanada [Ikesen]

03 - Yong-min Park vs Vincent van Gogh [Ikevam]

05 - Eremurus vs Charles-Henri Sanson [Ikevam]

10 - Wayland Turing vs Asra Alznar [The Arcana]

12 - Emrys Jernigan vs Theodorus van Gogh [Ikevam]

13 - Saree Nett vs Keiji Maeda [Ikesen]

16 - August Yilmaz vs Arthur Conan Doyle [Ikevam]

22 - Alban vs Seto Kaiba [Yu-Gi-Oh]

25 - Phineas Abbess vs Nobunaga Oda [Ikesen]

30 - Ahjin Wang vs Anzu Misaki/Tea Gardner [Yu-Gi-Oh]

34 - Barthy Scourge vs Itachi Uchiha [Naruto]

48 - Circe Kensington vs Kakashi Hatake [Naruto]

57 - Okamuzumi vs Vlad [Ikevam]

61 - Marcella Bychan vs Kenshin Uesugi [Ikesen]

63 - Louelle Huang vs William Shakespeare [Ikevam]

69 - Deirdre of the Sea vs Bakugou Katsuki

79 - Leto Sheridan vs Jumin Han [Mystic Messenger]

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somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. thread.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. answer.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. about.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. aesthetic.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. character study.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. desires.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. face.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. headcanon.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. lookalike.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. music.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. musings.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. plotting call.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. starter call.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. wardrobe.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. verse one: premain one. ——— Before the death of his family and joining an illegal underground fighting ring.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. verse two: premain two. ——— After the death of his family and joining an illegal underground fighting ring, before the Wolves found him.

somewhere far away; i can hear your call. / emrys s. verse three: main. ——— After the Wolves found him for his recklessness, and is on the run from them, having abandoned the ring, and took Roy and Maeve with him, planning on getting rid of the Wolves… somehow.

emrys & pryderi sayer.

emrys & arianrhod sawyer.

emrys & betrys sayer.

emrys & bleddyn maddox.

emrys & myfanwy llywellyn.

emrys & tristan jernigan.

wolf club.

emrys sayer & roy douglas.

emrys sayer & maeve kavanagh.

emrys & roy & maeve.

emrys & the wolves.

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OTP Prompts - Day 9

Day 9: Hanging with friends

Pair: Jean D’Arc (Ikevam) x Emrys Jernigan (OC) (with a mention of Anya Nosferatu (OC), Nevia ( @silhouette-of-a-dream​‘s OC) & some more Ikevam characters.) 

“Rare to see the both of you join us,” Leonardo had chuckled that day when Emrys joined the table with Jean, the latter only agreeing on tagging along because Emrys would have been alone otherwise. A decision the male was about to regret when the first observations were made.

“But welcome, be nice,” Nevia chastised the man next to her as she shuffled the cards in hands, “take a seat and join us,” the female smiled warmly at the warlock who felt at once a little more at ease, eyes scanning over the table as he tried to look for an empty spot for two.

“Here, here!” An excited voice pitched for his attention, a hand waving them over as Emrys instinctively moved himself over to the noise, only to freeze when he felt Jean tug at his sleeve to turn his attention onto who it was that had asked him to come over.

“We’re fine here, if the monsieur can take that empty seat?” Jean interjected politely, addressing a confused looking Charles who slipped into the seat next to a disappointed looking Anya.

“But I saved this spot for the warlock and Joan!” the female pouts, still not in the habit of calling them by their names.

To this a tut went across the table, as Arthur laid out another street for himself, pushing his glasses up with a deft move. “I don’t usually reject the presence of a lady, but I will have to side with the warlock on this one. You are positively unnerving!” the author spoke, earning a laugh from Anya who didn’t seem to mind the insult. 

“I do my best to be so!” 

Emrys wisely withheld whatever he had to say in response to that, grateful for that quick safe from Jean.

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Send [ fuchsia ] for a blissful memory.

12: Emrys Jernigan

His mother used to be a pianist, her hands fair and slim with long fingers that reached wide. He remembered being able to watch her for hours, just sitting silently to listen to her play his favourite tunes.

His father used to love to sing, coming in with another song to the tune of the keys. He played the guitar, fingers nimble and its tops calloused from the strings strung. Emrys used to sit next to him to clap along in beat.

And then there was the memory of his first lesson. The first time he played his own tune on the guitar. The first time he tried the piano. He liked them all, but he preferred the woodwinds, the flute, the trumpet, anything for which he had an excuse not to sing or to speak. For even as a child he disliked to speak.

Emrys remembers the first time he was gifted the harmonica, small and portable with a nostalgic sound that invoked wanderlust. That was when Emrys knew that peace and bliss were closely tied to music for him.

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🌙 For Emrys

🌙 What are some of your OC’s favourites? Favourite food, colour, season, stuff like that! Give some general simple facts that tend to get overlooked!

Emrys likes the colour brown and blue and likes to eat finger food, or anything that he can work away fast and easy without having to dirty his own fingers and create extra dishes.

A little known fact to the male is his great love for music. Emrys enjoys listening to music and playing music and is a self-taught guitarist, but also a keyboardist. His family didn't have much money so most of it was all through self-study or sneaky hours in the music room of his school.

However, his absolute favourite would be the harmonica, as it fits his pocket and can be taken anywhere. It makes it easier for Emrys to find a place to hide away and just soothe himself wherever needed.

More about Emrys' favourites here

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Send [ pink ] for a sweet memory.

Emrys Jernigan

“You’ve never had fairy floss?” Hildegard sounded amused when the question rang and Emrys rolled his eyes, shaking his head before correcting the man. 

“Never made it, pardon me,” the old mentor adjusted his statement with a chuckle before turning on the device he had gotten, a smile of mischief lining that eternally youthful face of his. 

“I suppose you better had to learn. Or else I’m not helping you,” the man had told him jovially as he turned on the machine he had gotten. Pouring in the sugar crystals Hildegard was quick to spin himself a sugar cloud before presenting it to Emrys with twinkling eyes, challenging his young student to take the sweet on before telling him to spin one for himself. 

A quirk in his eyebrow was all Emrys needed to convey the question to his teacher, earning him a soft chuckle. 

“There is no purpose to it, though I can think of a few reasons why it could be useful to learn. Above all, I simply felt like some today,” came the simple explanation and Emrys wondered why he tried to question Hildegard at all. 

Thinking back of it, Emrys realised he indeed never had cotton candy before. 

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🔥⭐💧💜🌷 - for Emrys

🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colours, textures, music, weather and other stuff!

Emrys’s favourite colours would be neutral browns whilst he dislikes anything too bold. This is the opposite with the weather, as he actually dislikes mild weathers and prefers a harsh bouldering thunderstorm. The louder, the better! 

As for music, surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly so, Emrys loves music and invests much time in it as well. Classical to heavy metal, he enjoys it all, as it drives away the silence of his person in general. Funnily enough he actually dislikes having to hear people talk too much and too often, preferring their silence

Otherwise Emrys is a pretty easy kid to deal with, as long as one doesn’t make too much sound. 

⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?

Fairly speaking, Emrys is afraid of a lot. He is afraid of forgetting how to speak in overall, he is afraid that people will misunderstand him. Which is funny, for Emrys is selectively mute, but it is perhaps that fear of misunderstanding and speaking up that has him muted in the first place. In any case, Emrys afraid and shaken to his core is an Emrys that doesn’t know how to express himself. Not even in sign language and then the only thing that can ground him again will be familiarity. A familiar piece of music he can focus on, or someone he trusts near him, something familiar to bring him back to the present. 

💧 What is the earliest memory your OC can recall? Do they know what their first words were or remember where they took their first steps? Do they have any mementos of their childhood they’ve kept such as a stuffed toy or tiny baby clothes?

Emrys remembers the first time his father was stuck home, out of a job and unable to provide anymore. He recalls the way his father’s pride and confidence burned out within that instance, how fear and worry took over. Emrys recalls the first time he went to school without lunch, because they had ran out of bread. How he had been given a coin in the hopes that the school canteen would provide him with something that only costs a coin. He remembers coming home with only his father at home, angry and bitter and the fear that clamoured his chest. He remembers that, but not in what order they occurred or when and what made him speak less until he didn’t speak at all. 

💜 Music or Silence? Swords or Spells? Cities or Nature?

Music. Spells. Cities. 

🌷 In what ways would your OC alter their body if they could? How would they do it using mundane means (hair dye, surgery, make-up?). What is their ideal look for themselves?

Emrys has no ideal look for himself, nor an ideal look in overall. But if he could alter his body he would transfigure himself every time and chance he got. Just so that he doesn’t have to be Emrys anymore. 

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💜💔💓 For Emrys, if you want xD

Roleplay: Ikemen Vampire, matched with: Jean D’Arc

💜 Give a random fact about their daily life together!

Early mornings were the worst. Emrys despised them and if he could he would skip the mornings all together. But the world wouldn't allow such and neither would the man that gently shook him awake.

"Emrys," Jean's voice sounded and the warlock was already glad that it was his name being called and not the endless 'monsieur' with which they had started off with.

That still didn't prevent Emrys from rolling over with a 'hmpf', his head burying into the pillows as he clenched his blanket tighter around him.

"You know it will become harder the more you delay," Jean's matter-of-fact statement came and Emrys hated how right the man was.

💔 Has your OC had a bad breakup or nasty ex? If so does this have any affect on their current relationship?

Romantic-wise, none. Platonic-wise? Plenty.

There is his family, of course with his father in particular. It is from there that Emrys fears to lose purpose the most. Having seen how his father was suddenly crippled unable to provide, seeing how that hurt his father's pride and turned him into a bitter man. That sudden change within himself and what it meant for his family and for him growing up. Emrys is terrified of having to meet that part of his father within himself.

Then there were the twins. Hopeless and helpless, but so very hurting and harmful. Emrys hated the selfishness they reflected and how he can understand their egoism.

But most of all he is afraid of becoming his mother, constantly toiling and labouring away, always forgetting herself as the rest demands her time and attention and even her identity.

So Emrys makes himself small, he forgets how to use his voice until he finds that he has forgotten what his voice sounds like entirely. 

💓 What is their favourite activity to do together (that isn’t time in the bedroom)?

Gaming. It always surprises Emrys how few games Jean has played in his life, how childlike the man is but not in the way how he enjoys life. But Emrys plays many of them, he enjoys them even better now with Jean as he has to patiently analyse and explain the mechanics behind them and he is determined to drag Jean through every game that there is to play. From a simple game of tag to the more intricate strategy games. Anything, until something is found that Jean takes a liking to and on which they can spent endless hours on. 

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💍 For Emrys, Anya, Shinju & Airi

Answered in character

💍 Does your OC have a specific item that is priceless to them but may (or may not) be completely worthless to someone else? Is there a story behind this item or is it just because they like it so much?

Emrys Jernigan

Initially Emrys wanted to pull out his notebook, the one he uses to communicate with. However, as his hand brushes over another item the warlock pulls out the Celtic note instead, showing the intricate knot of the old rope that Hildegard had once gifted to him. 

“I received it when he took me in.” Emrys writes a bit later, leaving the rest of the explanation out. There is more to it, but none that he is willing to share to an audience.  

Anya Nosferatu 

The question brings her visible discomfort, her eyes wandering off towards the walls and the piles of collections she houses in the Nosferatu mansion. None of it actually held any meaning, she was just a hoarder. A Nosferatu wasn’t supposed to have such materialistic ties. Anya had been told such time and time again, yet, there is something. 

“The rose stamp,” she says in a whisper, as if afraid that if she were to say it any louder the Nosferatu predecessors could hear her. “I commissioned it in secret, when I was still living outside,” Anya explains in that same hushed voice as her eyes shift. She reaches out for a small box, fancily inlaid with velvet and other precious materials as she opens it, showing a rosewood handle with a golden foot. 

“I made the image after the one from my memories, it is the only time I defied Father’s instructions.” It is said so solemnly and for a bit the pureblood’s usually buoyant mask seems to crack. 

Shinju Maeda

Rubbing the back of her head Shinju purses her lips for a moment as she digs through her memory. 

“I think it would be that temple charm grandmother bought me,” she says as she stares down at the tag in hands. It is a simple thing, made of sturdy paper and a wish upon it in calligraphy. Common as well, for what grandparent didn’t want to give their offspring some extra luck and blessing? 

Though, somewhere in the back of her mind Shinju knows that it isn’t the charm that she actually values. She has plenty of them anyway. It is just that the item isn’t with her anymore, left behind in the dark closet of her parental home. But that is a thought she rather not go into right now. After all, if her parents were ever to have her room cleaned out they would find the fan and throw it out for her, like it was always fated to be. 

Airi Toimaru 

“You probably want me to say something sentimental like my first gift from my grandfather!” Airi is quick to denounce the question as she throws her arms over each other. “I bet Shinju said something sentimental like that, she is the type for it. But my grandfather can jump off a cliff along with my dad and her family.” 

The words are harsh, but they don’t answer the question and Airi knows that as she rolls her shoulders, her eyes turning up as if the heavens will cast down an answer for her. 

“I suppose if anything it would be the first cat bell I received in class,” she grins as she recalls the first note passed to her, “it wasn’t even intended for me, but they certainly made a mistake telling me to pass it on. It taught me a lot, but mostly how dumb people are.”

And even that was only half the truth. 

20 OC Questions

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😏😏😏guess who! Hehehe so for this lil one could i pretty please request number 12 with Theo.......❤❤❤🥺😏☺😆 eeep more incoming 😏😏😏

Love ya lots and lots nemo darling!❤🌈

Ah, there is Theo. 😂😂😂 

Emrys Jernigan; A warlock and a (selective) mute. Emrys has the unfortunate business of being named after Merlin to which all of the needed jokes come attached with. Too bad he can’t express out loud what he thinks, for they certainly would shut someone up. 

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“I like them quiet,” Theo stated in approval when he eyed Emrys, “no unnecessary barking and no arguing.”

If Theo had believed that silent meant harmless he was about to be proven quite wrong. With a glare the warlock gave the man an eyeful, the vulgarities of his mind and the abusive words of his thoughts clear in his eyes before he drew out a rune, applying it on the other.

“Wha— oew?”

The art dealer was dumbfounded when he suddenly found his usually sonorous and deep voice replaced with something small and cute, the horror setting in when he realised that all of his words had been replaced with a certain dreadful sound.

Emrys gave the man a good eyeful, a smug smile on his face as he enjoyed the string of curses that rather more sounded like purrs.

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Hello, dear! You've been visited by the random character question fairy! :D ~☆

Does your character's name have any meaning? Is there a reason why they were named this? How much significance does your character's name have to them?

Hello there random-OC-questions-fairy, how lovely of you to drop by! I think the concept of your blog is super sweet and I’m excited to see you around! :D  

I kinda have too many characters and since you didn’t specify what character I will take this opportunity to just introduce a bunch of characters!

As a disclaimer: all of my characters’ names have a meaning and they were carefully selected, but I can’t recall a lot of them due to time past and some were chosen with a little less care than others. So, here a list of those that 1) I do remember and 2) are interesting enough to share, categorised in their character main trait! 

Grumpy 

Zao Gao 

Zao Gao is an orphan born in a time of war that doesn't have an actual name. He was named 'Gao' for the place he grew up in, along with the rest of his orphaned peers. 'Zao' was given to him because 'Zao' means bad and Zao Gao together sounds like: 'chaos' or 'temper' which he is both. In any case, the name is given to him more as an indicator of his character than anything else and he stuck with it.

Maxwell Stirling [Argus]

While his given name was arbitrarily given his stage name was carefully selected. After his first failure as the frontman of his band and the scandal that eventually had him fall down Maxwell chose 'Argus' as his name of rebirth. It refers to a giant with hundred eyes; the all-seeing one. Maxwell (or Argus as he prefers now) will never let himself fall down the pededistal again, not by himself or by his closest friends. That's the promise he made when he chose his new stage name.

Mallory Devlin 

Mallory is born with bad luck and her name represents such as well. She always manages to get hurt, or her explosive character gets herself or another hurt. In any case, both her first and family name refer to this legendary ill luck and bad omens surrounding her. Whether this was intentional from her mother's side or not is something Mallory hasn't figured out yet, but that it is cursed is agreed upon by all.

Mischievous 

Wayland Turing 

As an engineer stuck and condemned in the penial colony of Atlantis Wayland made the swift decision to change his name when he arrived. Turing, after the genius mathematician Alan Turing. He feels a certain kinship with the man as he hides away his intelligence and talents under a façade of wild child antics.

Gui

Literally translated his name becomes 'Stranger' and it reveals how it isn't really a name. The guardian of the spiritual borders between life and death and reincarnation has long forgotten his name, or he rather not recalls as it is easier to pretend that he is a stranger to all.

Thomas Baris 

Her parents wanted a son, after five daughters that's after all a good aim to have. Some variety. Instead they got Thomas, daughter number six. Seeing as her grandfathers really wanted to pass on their family name, and seeing as no one had actually thought of yet another girl's name the youngest Baris was named: Thomas, or more accurately: Tomasa. Luckily Tomasa, or Thomas, grew up rather wild earning her the position as 'the only son that isn't'.

Jane Plane 

Jane died, she was murdered. By whom, she has no idea, but she does know that she was very plain as a human. Unnoticed and ignored, Jane decided that she will never again be that human again, except now she is a wandering ghost terrorising a particular kid that happens to be able to see ghosts.

(put straightforwardly: Jane's name is a pun on 'Plain Jane'.)

Anya Nosferatu 

What her name was before 'father' took her in Anya rather not says, or she doesn't remember. Anya was the name 'father' gave her because she needed something to fill in the space before she would become 'Nosferatu'. A name picked from a list of names at random and one Anya grew rather more attached to than she should. As such the meaning of her name is rather more sentimental rather than truly meaningful.

Nosferatu is the name she was to adopt. The name representing the librarians of the vampire society. The one meant to record their history and their tales, but never involve themselves.

Cocky 

Eremurus 

The eremurus, also known as cattail or foxtail lilies, is a plant that symbolises endurance. Eremurus, born Gabriel Engelbert (angelic names befitting his angelic appearance) chose this symbolical stage name when he came of age in the House of the Fallen Star. To represent the hardships he had to endure, to remind him of the sacrifices he has made, and the decisions the adults made for him when he was a child and he had to endure.

Anxious 

Emrys Jernigan 

Emrys was another name for Merlin, the mythical figure that stood next to the King that would be: Arthur. Emrys has no Arthur in his life, or so he believes, but he does possess magic, like Merlin. It is a constant joke and a promise of greatness that the warlock doesn't believe in.

Ophanim Hayyoth 

Both Ophanim’s given and surname are derived from Jewish mythology and refer to a class of heavenly beings also known as: angels. Ophanim are the wheels, the many-eyed chariot that move beneath the throne of God. Hayyoth is the name of their heavenly class. It stands to reason that with all these angelic references Ophanim also has an angel theme ongoing, what with him being an avian creature with wings. 

Bubbly 

Ondine Fear 

Ondine's curse is a sleeping curse from the myth that takes away the breath of a beloved wife. No one would have thought that this name would be so foreboding with the birth of her younger sister. The surname Fear means 'human' and not necessarily the emotion, though it is ironic how it is exactly the emotion 'fear' her family sees when they see Ondine and that she isn't part of 'man' as her name suggests her to be. Ondine is a changeling who got swapped in the cradle with the actual human girl that was meant to be 'Ondine'.

Romantic/Flirty 

Eirian Keegan [Ambrosia]

When Eirian grew up she had vowed herself to be desired. Now that she is grown Eirian chooses Ambrosia as her monicker to show the world that she has succeeded. God's fruit, the irresistible food of Olympus few can survive. It is the promise of a femme fatale who is unafraid to use all of her assets to reach her goals.

Hardworking/Caring 

Shinju Maeda

Literally translated her name means 'pearl' looking deeper into it her name also sounds like 'truth' and can be interpreted as such looking at the kanji. A seemingly simplistic name holding layers of wishes and hopes from her parents. Shinju is fortunate to honour her name indeed as it was given to her.

Leto Sheridan 

Lethe is the name of the river of forgetfulness in the underworld according to Greek mythology, one drop of the river is said to be enough to forget all sorrows of life. Leto is named after that river and not after the deity that gave birth to Apollo and Artemis as popularly believed. Her parents' gave her the name with the hope that the female would grow up without sorrow, or not having to know it. Unfortunately life took a turn.

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✨ For Emrys, Anya, Shinju & Airi

Answered in-character

✨ If your OC were a deity of some kind, what would they represent? What do they look like? How are they worshipped and what offerings would they expect? What are their places of worship like? Their followers? Their teachings?

Emrys Jernigan

Emrys thinks for a moment before he starts to write down his answer, flipping over the board to reveal: 

‘None. Being a deity of any kind means worship and worship means people who should leave me alone.’

The warlock feels rather smug about his answer as he flips the board back to himself once more, ready for more. 

Anya Nosferatu

If there was an opposite to Emrys it would be Anya’s response. Clasping her hands together the pureblood lets go of a delighted gasp. “I have been waiting for this!” she exclaims, her single eye brightly twinkling. 

“So, obviously I would be a deity of knowledge and intelligence. Some combination of Hermes, Odin and Saraswati!” the female starts as she recites her answer, seemingly already prepared. “Offerings would be little pieces of intelligences that I don’t know about, even the rumours and gossips floating around,” she continues with a grin before tapping the side of her chin. 

“As for my appearance,” she muses, “you know the Stranger of GRRM’s series ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’? Horrifying, yet unknown, but very ominous?” Anya taps the side of her head, finger touching the scar tissue there as she trails it lightly over the empty eye socket. “That.” 

The female seems to have fun while treating the question as she follows up, her mind churning as she spits out her ideas; “place of worship would be a ‘bocche di leone’, those tattle boxes they used to have in the renaissance, ask Leonardo about it!” Anya continues as she waves off the need to explain the functioning of the mailboxes, “portable and easy! But mostly convenient and makes me more omnipresent, right?” 

In the end the vampire could rattle off all day on the type of deity she would be and what teachings she would impart. After all, as a pureblood she had all of the time to think it over. 

Shinju Maeda

“Health? Physiology? Patron of the healthy food,” Shinju was musing and deliberating her options as she frowns. “Maybe archery?” she continues, a little unsure as she frowns. 

“Or bad luck,” she scoffs in the end, trying to jest though it comes out more bitter than anything. 

“Just a regular traditional shrine will do, where you can buy charms to ward off bad luck, or avoid a sprained ankle,” the female continues to joke, though she honestly hasn’t given it much thought. 

Airi Toimaru 

“Deity of wealth and money and ambition,” Airi’s answer is so sure of herself, the story just flows out of her. “I would look like I’m sculpted out of gold, or whatever precious material there is for one to see, and my places of worship would be basically a bank with a better system. Meant to either bless you, or curse you, depending on how I like you,” Airi sums it up as she gives a triumphant smile. 

“As for teachings? Just don’t get on my bad side. Gods are meant to be whimsical, right?” she concludes. 

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