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⤑ 23, non - binary, they / he 𓇢𓆸 enzo becker just hasn’t been the same since janurary 2024. i thought they would get even more softspoken and intelligent after they got the reason they were abandoned as a child after all own investigations turned up short, but they’ve only become more guarded and skittish. i’ve known them for twenty years, and i see them all the time at their job as a i.t technician at blackwater town hall, but something just seems… different.
full name — enzo josiah bemis - becker.
nickname(s) — ?
date of birth & age — september 20th -– 24.
gender / pronouns — non - binary, he/they.
sexuality — bisexual.
species — empty. previously human.
occupation — computer technician at great bear library, otherwise living life as gods fucked up little ken doll.
notable features — various scars – in particular, a bruise looking scar on left knee, scar on face from the accident, in the middle of his forehead.
ABANDONMENT & FOSTER CARE TW born in god knows where, united states, enzo has never felt like he’s belonged ----- here, there, or anywhere. a constant search for something more than himself, there was never any answers he could find, himself. born to two anonymous parents who were much too young to have a child, enzo was found in the typical fire station baby in a basket kind of way. burnt to a crisp birth certificate, barely making out his first name attached and just about ready to crumble, he was placed into the foster system after a few week stay with a firefighter family.
FOSTER CARE & DEATH TW was placed with a family for a few months, then another, then the becker’s ( hi mom! ) and he never left after that. was eventually adopted by them when he reached pre - school age. this was around the same time, coincidentally, that damien had passed. it was then when he began to shy away – hiding out by himself, withdrawing from what few preschool friends he had, keeping to himself. always the meek kid, it’s not like they tried very hard to break out of their shell. enzo knows that this ever - lasting loneliness is probably his fault.
schoolyard blues hit him hard. spends most recesses inside, in the library, using the shitty computers to play games or just attempt to bypass the schools system and google random things. people interested him, but the world did moreso. threw himself into his hobbies and interests. ever the collector, there was many, often encouraged by his family, to continue to persue literally whatever he wanted. and so he did: room filled with random things. books, research that he still doesn’t quite get, eventually fell in love with computers and all things electronics. started by taking them apart, putting them back together, going to junk yards and finding random things and mashing them together and failing. his own frakenstein computer.
kept to himself. involved himself in the nerdish things, which also didn’t help him gain many friends, but he was actively with people and that’s all that mattered. time grows longer, enzo grows larger, and the fear subsides, if only a little. a bit more self trusting and confident in himself.
graduates high school, doesn’t go to college. uncertainty in himself about who is he and what they want to do, enzo does what they do best: fuck around with technology until make it work, or fuck it all up. it’s working so far – working at the town hall is peaceful. occasionally crafts websites for those who ask, does bug bounties when he’s bored. tries not to be too much of a reclusive — trying to make friends. please god please. maybe going to college? who knows. not enzo.
now playing — burial plot ( dayseeker ) , night vision ( drives the common man ) , how big is your brain? ( super american ) , bottle rocket ( briston maroney ) , thinkingoutloud ( kenny hoopla ) .
last watched — none. movie night ???
inspo — tbd.
MY DREAMS HAVE BEEN SO FUCKED, I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS [ …
highly empathetic due to his lonely nature, tries to see the best of people even when he so badly wants to be a pessimist. so very kind, but extremely skittish. approach like a feral kitten you found on the side of the highway at 3 am while interstate traveling. occasional shakes of a treat bag are welcome and encouraged.
if he likes you, you’ll know – the jokes and quips he keeps locked up come out, and he’ll try to get your references and jokes ( key word on try: he’s trying! ) . will blab a bit about his favorite things and do not get his ass started on computers and technologies. on the other hand, you’ll also know if he doesn’t like you. constant death stare and acting like he doesn’t hear you when you’re talking. playing the silent game and he’ll win every time. neutral, you’re fine. he’ll only stare a little bit when he doesn’t know what to say, which is always.
extreme mama’s boy — after damien passed, he kind of clung to pearl like a lifeline. and she was. his biggest cheerleader and confidant. often feels like he’s worrying her, like he’s doing something wrong and not being like his sister … but he’s trying his best to make her proud.
so very lonely by his own design. but is trying to stop doing this. blah blah blah something about watching life go by and see all these people having fun while he’s like squidward staring out the window. get really, buddy, and put the mouse down. very much socially challenged. it used to be a lot worse - hiding behind his sister and mother in public settings, whereas now if you catch him off guard, he’ll likely take a minute for his brain to catch up, then reply with only a few words. does not like to be ambushed or bombarded. crowds freak him out, and small talk gives him hives.
scared of his own strength, and keeps a low profile — despite his desperate wanting for friends and more people to connect with, he’s often afraid he’ll be the reason something bad happens to them. a double edged sword. he doesn’t want to face the blade the other way, so he’ll point it at himself instead.
scared. always scared. extremely stubborn, and can get lost in his own head almost all the time. please ensure he is paying attention before you say anything important.
often can be found wearing funny tshirts or big jackets. treats them as security blankets, like he’ll be able to hide in them. he can, but it’s the principal of it. has worn the same thing for years, and will continue until they’re simply a piece of fabric barely stitched together. tends to not spend money on himself and instead his family or friends. sentimental object holder.
DEATH TW / a listener, not a talker. didn’t talk for almost a year and a half after damien’s death – being in the house at the time was traumatizing, and often near the anniversary and holidays, shuts down in a similar manner. grief does not bode well during full moons, and enzo can often be found in his room and away from others during this. mildly concerning, yes, but as a child it often lead to many many meltdowns – no handle on his emotions and how to keep himself in check. it’s gotten a lot better, but he’s not perfect.
will take any kind of electronic device apart and out it back together.
includes but not limited to: any apple product, any microsoft project, any nintendeo product, walkie talkies, phones, laptops, mp3 players, keyboards, roku’s, game controllers, wiis, car radios, car steering wheels, tablets, desktops, radios / stereos, and the occasional hand held vaccum.
carries around a tablet they stole. from who? aha, well-- the screen is cracked to shit, and it hardly works, but he loves it and has had it for a solid 5+ years. his fines must be crazy on that thing. carries it with him everywhere. has multiple portable batteries just in case there’s no way to charge it. loves that thing like it’s a real person and it is like, unironically his best friend.
obsessed with many things actually: postcards, pokemon cards, limited edition coca cola bottles, movies nobody else has ever heard of, star trek, old sitcoms from the 70’s, wolf biology, wolves in general, national parks, and also cats for some reason.
obsessed with names. probably has a list of his favorites in a google document or notebook with meanings / origins / etc. obsessed with notebooks. collects them. has some from 2000’s he’s stolen from his mother, tore out all the pages that had writing on them. keeps them blank. for what? he doesn’t know.
takes things maybe a little too literally. does not fully understand sarcasm, thinks it’s a waste of time and when he tries it, it usually doesn’t make sense or falls super flat, which makes it funny.
distrusts the government and social media and all that, but uses it anyways. likes to be in with the kids and what not. loves video games despite this. plays minecraft on peaceful and does NOT go under ground. he likes to farm.
maladaptive daydreams. a lot. it’s a bit of a bad habit, now, and he doesn’t quite know how to stop — tries to play it off to little avail because dude doesn’t have a cool bone in his body.
KEY PLAYERS : WANTED.
friends. dear god get this guy something!!!! jsut kidding. but i think it’d be fun to explore actual genuine friendships .. maybe they went to school together? maybe theyre neighbors? maybe they’re new and town and want to take him as their pet dog? idk. the worlds our oyster.
older sibling / parental figures. i think this is also rlly fun bc he is a very concerning individual so unfortunately he attracts the kind adults around. maybe knows his sister and mom? family friends he’s known since bebehood? .. a sweet kid but god damn it’s like watching paint dry with you boy. would probably try to cause a ruckus in their home, however. watch your dvd players closely.
mutual dislike. perhaps something happened and they’re just like >.> at each other? it takes a lot for enzo to actively dislike someone and try to bore holes into their head by staring so this would be fun.
good / bad influences. those people who are like brother .. my friend.. you need to be at the club. and try to get him there. devil and angels on their shoulders, if you will. people who try to get him out of their shell either way.
grump x sunshine dynamic is my fave. so hello.
one sided crush wld be cutesy .. like boy get real.
#ill write more abt the Emptyisms later. i have to ponder my orb.#hello… :3 thisis enzokins throws them n runs away#come get#abandonment tw#foster care tw#death tw#:P#blood tw#fr the gif. ok bye
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( TWENTY-THREE. GENDERFLUID. ANY. ) since you aren’t aware of them yet… that’s ( SICILY DE SCORRO SILVA ) wandering around in hollow creek! from what i know they’ve lived in hollow creek for ( EIGHT YEARS. ) i’m also aware of the fact that they work as a ( WANNABE MARINE BIOLOGIST / STUDENT. ) in town! but if you were to ask me, what i see when i think about them are: ( RIPPED, SEEMINGLY NEVER FULL BACKPACK FILLED WITH WHO KNOWS WHAT, WEARING THE SAME THREE OUTFITS LIKE A CARTOON CHARACTER, OBSESSIVELY TRACKING SHARKS ON A PHONE APP. ) if anything, i feel like they could be ( CURIOUS, EMPATHETIC & OFFPUTTING, SHY. ) it’s really weird, though… because they seem to be hiding something that no one else knows. but i sure do! and that is ( REDACED ). wild, huh? i know. they’re hoping no one will ever find out. and the very last thing that i’d say about them is that they’re mainly known to be ( THE DETERMINATOR. ) just keep a lookout! who knows if they’re putting on a facade!
FULL NAME sicily alessandra de - scorro silva
BIRTHDAY september 1st ( 23 ) .
BIRTHPLACE boca raton, florida.
GENDER genderfuid.
OCCUPATION college student / wants to be a marine biologist sooo bad.
BUILD slim, althetic.
HAIR COLOR brown .
EYE COLOR brown.
HEIGHT 5’6.
PARENTS tbd ( wanted connection ) .
SIBLINGS tbd.
PETS irwin ( cat ) .
mun is autistic & takes forever to respond back to dms. don’t be alarmed by this and after a while if i haven’t gotten back to you, feel free to nudge.
the information about where sicily comes from match the memory of this time in her life: nothing. there's a few scraps of paper, a torn birth certificate that omits most useful parts aside from her name in the basket, underneath the wool blanket she was placed ontop of. a firehouse baby, the one you hear about in stories and have those lifetime movies about overcoming adversity. this is not one of those stories.
from a young age, sicily never truly felt like she belonged anywhere. bouncing from foster home to foster home, the girl was always a bit too much emotionally. sudden outbursts then socially withdrawing, unsettling comments to peers and teachers alike, general dislike for most of the population .. she never made many connections that were worthwhile, at least to her. you have friends, you have acquittances, then you have whatever sicily considers bearable. every change of home was like a bad omen of what's to come, and for what it's worth, she never did it on purpose. much. they just didn't understand her. and after a certain point, she stops trying.
sicily goes through life like a lone wolf. thinking she doesn't need anybody, but instinctually, knowing she does. she throws herself into her interest. instead of spending days trying to get to know whatever foster parent she's with for the moment, she spends it somewhere else. free things: window shopping on main street or using the library computers. they'd rather fill up their brain with knowledge on favorite subjects than just withering away, wishing for a different life. it's no secret that their foster parents give up on them, but he knows that at the end of the day, it's just another thing she has to deal with. the mantra repeats as she gets into the social workers car, silent and stoic.
there's a change of pace. they're brought to a group home — the kids there are noisy, bouncy, all in your face. sicily is offput by this. preferring to be alone and protect their peace, these kids weren't having it. this marks the longest stay sicily has ever had in one place, because they had a plan: travel to new york city and start a new life, together. he wasn't convinced. they're kids. what could they possibly do there? but nevertheless, finding the only people who doesn't make her wanna rip their hair out, she goes along. and it goes about as well as you can expect.
they hop on a train to new york city. almost a singular day, and by the time they exit the station, they're doing their best not to get noticed as a bunch of outsiders. the plan was to get a hotel and go from there. a group of rag tag teenagers shouldn't be too suspicious, but within the week, they're caught. sicily hates it. right when she thought she found the people she could be a family with, they're snatched from her. while a dumb decision, she knew that she needed somewhere new. somewhere she could actually try to be someone better. those fleeting moments of having people ( even if you asked her, it was ‘against her will’ ) was better than she'd imagined.
she was then moved to massachusetts. there were no more ties to florida, and at that point, they'd exhausted all options in the local area. it was pitiful, the beg to be somewhere else to her social worker – she's sure it wasn't protocol, or whatever, but they're not caring as much as they land in the bay state. bounced around a few more times until she landed with her current and final family. it was rocky waters, but they got to a somewhat - normal household. kind of.
she's not easy to get to know, nor does she bring their walls down despite desperately wanting to. always afraid they're going to leave, be taken from him. it's a hard price to pay, but she's slowly warming up, even now. it took eight years for her to have no friends, to a small circle. to being completely closed off to being .. semi - okay with being known. still to this day, they're still hyperfocused on things that serve them rather than personal relationships. schooling was and still is their strongest suit — he's currently majoring at an online university in marine biology, their first and only love.
ever the nomad, despite being on hiatus from this, sicily has been looking for work, internships, to further her career ---- though it's slim pickings, he's had a few different call backs. it's hard to decide what's right when they've grown .. semi - comfortable, if that's the correct terms for this. in a shock to her, it's easier for them to stay than it would be to go. this realization makes them sick to their absolute stomach, and she's unsure of how to approach it without wanting to faint. being comfortable is not something she's willing to give up, nor is it something she wants to think too hard about. so here they sit, pondering and thinking about the what ifs and what should've beens when their mind runs a little too wild.
she is cordial and tends to be somewhat mutual in most interactions, is not friendly. quiet, aloof and doesn’t like 90% of people. it’s not you, it’s her. after spending a majority of her life ignoring societal norms and doing her own thing, she doesn’t plan on starting to follow them now. she’s abrupt, brash and all consuming. she tries to spare feelings if she likes you, but she’s overtly blunt in a way that’s not malicious .. but definitely can come across that way, and has lost a lot of friendships.
is autistic! love that for my baby. he knows that this isn’t a determent, and will share it proudly with anyone who listens. hyper fixates, a lot, and is very particular in how they shape their world. due to sensitivities, he often carries headphones and fidget toys ( is particular in a needough ice cube ) . safe foods or bust. tends to also think in somewhat black and white, but tries his best to see all perspectives. it just takes a while to get there.
throws themselves into activities and interests, and there's no stopping them from learning every last detail they can. this can range from new york city subway maps to their lifelong fixation, marine biology ( particularly sharks. they obsess over sharks. ) . is known to go to the library for hours upon hours, or have their face shoved into their tablet until the break of dawn on wikipedia. documentaries on rental, the whole thing. mentions them unprompted, and without care of the other party.
never wears anything fancy. wears the same five outfits in variations and rotations. never puts her hair up, always down. doesn't entertain fashion over being comfortable.
never had social media until about 2 years ago, and only owned a flip phone up until that point. he doesn't quite understand lingo and online terminology, and limits her social media useage. she doesn't like the impending doomscrolling and jealousy. the only one he tends to favor is tiktok, and even then, she limits herself to 10 videos at a time. usually about sharks. do NOT try to contact them. they will contact you.
her favorite color is blue, if you couldn't guess. wearing one variation of blue at all times. wearings the same adidas superstars they'd gotten about six years ago, the entire bottom is wore out and there's holes on the inside of the heel, but they don't want to let them go. they are also blue.
doesn't care about the norms of society or gender norms. answers to any and all pronouns. doesn't care to conform to anything, and does anything his way. truth be told, it's kind of freeing, in a way, and doesn't really care about what anyone else thinks …
that is, unless you're someone they like. she knows that the opinion of those she likes and cares about is important, and this is something they carry heavy in their heart – even the slightest turn of events that could make them upset can ruin their whole month until it's resolved, and even then they're still worried someone is mad at them. if they like you, they'll ride and die for you. those in his inner circle have them for life, unless there's some kind of betrayal. it's hard to know their limits of loyalty considering they haven't had a ton of relationships, so they're trying to feel it out.
they can hold a grudge for as long as they need to. never backs down from a fight in the petty game, and knows that they can play it better. will never be an outright asshole unless the situation ( or, what they've clocked from the situation ) calls for it — then you're dead fuckin' meat, bub.
has many enemies. including my own muse, sorcha.
has never been kissed or ever in a real relationship, as expected. as little to no experience nor interest in that kind of thing. whoever will be the first must be pretty damn special, because to get her to pay attention to you and not the shark exhibit at the boston aquarium will be hard. no interest in flings or hookups. just vibes.
holds in their emotions and doesn't tend to think before having an outburst. it's hard for him to realize when things are going to be too much as their is a ton of disconnect between interpersonal connection, so recognizing emotions before they spill over is hard — but there's tics to watch out for ( picking at her scalp, biting their nails, being agitated / irritable, extra fidgeting ) . he's trying her best, but it's a work in progress.
wanted connections ..
parents! on the main. they're somewhat close, or, as close as they can be. sicily appreciates them and lets them know in her own weird way (usually by crafting something or buying them things)
friends. this group is relatively small, and in my mind, they probably aren't in a mutual group – probably only know each other in passing or the like because of sicily. they attract various people, from all places and things. these are the people sicily has her loyalty lock set on, and can't find the key ---- y'all are stuck with him.
positive acquittances. these are people who know sicily and he knows them, but they're not friend level. sicily doesn't actively hate them or have malicious feelings for them, just .. there. they have the ability to level up or down, depending on future interactions.
negative acquittances. these are the people sicily can and will be a major asshole to because of past experiences. they have the ability to change her mind, but they're not very quick to let that happen. remember: grudge holder master.
family friends. these people know sici's family (perhaps parents or adoptive siblings?)
ex classmates. coming to hollowcreek in late teenhood, sicily attended the local high school until graduation
past foster siblings, particularly the group she ran away with. i think not being in contact then coming back into contact would be really fun to explore. i am also open to past foster siblings in hollowcreek and florida as a child as well!
someone she tutors unwillingly. aka she's like. do u want me to do this for you? (asks silently) and they're liek no? teach me this instead??? and he hates it.
older sibling / parental figures who take them under their wing.
perhaps a crush he doesn't know is a crush yet. she just like to silently hang out with them.
a bad influence, though she's very resistant towards it so it'll be really hard to achieve lmao.
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YO going through my "getting ready for work and eating breakfast" Youtube shorts and this came up and YO YOU GET IT
Sincerely,
A traumatized kid who communicates 50-60% of the time in solely bird noises and a part that communicates 90% or more in bird noises (+ in true cockatoo fashion learned some favorite other animal noises)
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Whumptober 2023 - Day 18 - The Shadow and The Brute
More of the Brumaria Hero/Villain AU! This one takes place much later than the first. Bruno is only mentioned, but he belongs to Izzy!
Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze
The Shadow of Death Masterlist
No. 18: Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”
Contains: lady whump, interrogation, restraints, broken bones, beating, referenced internal bleeding, burns, mild gore, flashback, parental abuse, foster care references
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The steel rod cracks against her ribs.
“What is The Brute’s real name?”
“I don’t know.” A lie.
Again, on the other side.
“Where does he live?”
“I don’t know.” A lie, and screw him for taking her there and making this even harder for her.
Another hit, this time to her stomach.
“Who else does he work with?”
“I…don’t…I don’t know.” Also a lie. This one’s her fault, though, for stalking him and his team to find out who was hurting him.
“Oh, I think you do know. I think you know all kinds of things about the heroes, and The Brute, especially, that you’re not telling.”
He hits her ribs again.
“I hate the heroes,” she spits. The truth. Or at least, it was the truth. Now, she honestly doesn’t know how she feels. “You know I do.”
“It certainly doesn’t seem that way, not the way you’ve been cozying up to them lately.”
Kamaria doesn’t say anything in return, still trying to catch her breath, and there’s a pause from the rest of the room, too. She strains her ears, trying to figure out if he’s choosing a new tool or the next spot to strike. She hates being blindfolded, hates not being able to see what’s coming. Which, of course, is the exact reason why he does it.
“Harder.” Her father’s voice. He is still in the room, then.
She catches the footstep that comes toward her and tenses in preparation, but there’s really no way she can ever be prepared. Roderick doesn’t stop to ask questions this time. He just hits her, again and again and again, all across her stomach and ribs. With her arms restrained out to each side she can’t curl in to get away from it. She can feel things breaking and bruising inside of her. She can’t take a breath for the entire time the rod is coming down, can’t scream or plead even if she wanted to.
When it finally ends, she spends just as much time coughing, retching, and trying to gasp in any air she can get. She’d throw up if it hadn’t been days since she’s eaten anything.
“What is The Brute’s real name?”
Bruno. His name is Bruno, two whole letters different from Brute because he’s an idiot.
“Where does he live?”
In a bachelor pad apartment, second floor, on Broad Street.
All she has to do is say that out loud, and it ends. For literally half of her life, fourteen years, she’s done whatever it takes to protect herself. Played the perfect, obedient foster child even when the families had already decided she was a troublemaker for having superpowers. Learned to fight and to kill from the villains. Went on all of their missions, whether they fit her own agenda or not. Followed all of their rules as best she could and gave in to their demands.
But she can’t give in this time. She doesn’t care what they do to her, not when the alternative is them doing the same and worse to the only man who’s ever treated her with kindness. He’s far more worth protecting than herself.
This time she doesn’t hear him approaching and is caught off guard by a hand burying itself in her curls, yanking her head backwards. Her quick intake of breath throbs in her ribs.
“I will make you talk. You and I have been at this game for far too long for me not to win in the end.”
The cold tip of the rod presses into her bare stomach, and she bites down hard on her lip to keep from crying out. There’s no way that she isn’t bleeding internally somewhere. The only good news is that he’ll know that, too, which means that surely this session won’t last too much longer. They want her alive, after all. For now.
“I have a meeting to attend,” her father announces coldly. “Do whatever you need to do to get results.” A door opens, then closes again.
Her hair is released, and there’s a loud clank as the rod is tossed aside. It’s simultaneously a relief to know that part is over and terrifying to wonder what’s next.
“All you have to do is tell me what you know about The Brute, and this will all be over.”
She feels the heat a split second before it fully hits her. Fire envelops her right side, spreading from her waist all the way up to her shoulder and out across her arm. Kamaria throws her head back and screams. Her skin is blistering, charring. She’s half in the past, half in the present, watching her childhood home go up in flames while losing her footing and dangling from the chains.
“Where does The Brute live?” Roderick is shouting.
She can’t stop screaming. Mom…Mom please…
His hands are on her face, still warm from using his power. She didn’t even realize he’d stopped. It still feels like she’s on fire, the intensity of the heat hasn’t let up at all. She isn’t screaming anymore, but she’s groaning, sobbing, trying desperately to get herself back under control while visions of her mother are pressing at her mind and most of her body is in excruciating pain.
Chains rattle, and one wrist is freed. She drops to the floor on top of a leg that was broken two days ago, but hardly feels it over the burning in her side and arm. The left wrist is released, but she’s dragged backwards by that arm until her back hits the wall and it’s restrained again, just above her head.
Her right shoulder feels strange. Dislocated, probably. She can’t distinguish that pain from the pain of her skin.
She doesn’t know she passed out until he slaps her across the face to wake her up. “Here. Take it.” Something heavy is deposited in her lap. She knows almost immediately what it is, but it takes a moment for her to convince her arm to move. The skin pulls, and she nearly whines aloud. “Hurry up.”
Her hand shakes as it finds the stem of the plant he gave her, clutching on tightly. One of these days, he’s going to go too far, and she won’t be able to use her power to save herself. Then where will he and her father be?
At least then Bruno will be safe.
The energy she siphons from the plant is warm as it floods her body. It’s usually somewhat soothing. Right now, more heat is the last thing she wants to feel. But she keeps going, pulling all she can, knowing this is the only chance she gets until he nearly kills her again in a day or two.
Energy does nothing for pain, unfortunately. When the plant goes limp in her hand, completely spent, she feels very little difference from when she started. But she should be stable now. The energy will jumpstart her body’s natural healing process, allowing it to work faster than usual so that she doesn’t actually die.
It’s their failsafe. Their excuse for continuing to torture her for as long as they want.
Her arm drops back down by her side, and the plant is removed from her lap. Her head lolls against the concrete block wall. Roderick rips the blindfold suddenly off her face, taking strands of hair with it, and pinches her chin between his fingers so that he can look into her eyes.
“This is just going to keep happening until you cooperate and tell us what we want to know. Is that what you want? To keep being in this kind of pain?”
She doesn’t have the strength to answer him.
Releasing her chin, he stands, looking down at her. “Think about it. I’ll be back before you know it.”
#whumptober2023#no.18#blindfold#tortured for information#hit them harder#original content#fic#interrogation tw#broken bones tw#beating tw#internal bleeding tw#burns tw#flashback tw#mild gore tw#parental abuse tw#foster care tw#shadow of death#kamaria the assassin#lady whump#lady whumpee#brumaria#hero/villain#supervillain oc#heroes and villains#supervillain au#whump series
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[ kristen stewart, cis-woman she/her ] Hey, isn’t that LOGAN JONES. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a WEREWOLF and have a connection to the FENRIR PACK? What I do know for certain is that they’re 29, and they’re HARD-WORKING and CALCULATING. They’re originally from MANCHESTER, UK, and have been in FENRIRSWOOD for A MONTH living in FORK’S ROAD. I wonder if they still work at WIN GARAGE as a MECHANIC. Best if they stay safe for now.
note: for this character i will primarily be using gifs from kristen stewart’s movie from 2020, underwater, but due to limited resources i may occasionally use gifs from other sources. logan’s outward appearance is as depicted in the aforementioned movie.
basics
full name: logan ashley jones age: 29 date of birth: june 15th, 1994 zodiac: gemini sun, libra rising, virgo moon species: werewolf gender & pronouns: cisgender woman, she/her spoken language(s): english occupation: mechanic at win garage sexuality: lesbian
appearance
face claim: kristen stewart height: 5'5"(165.1 cm) dominant hand: left hair color: bleached blonde eye color: blue scars: tbd tattoos: none
personality
positive traits: intelligent, hard-working, honest, resourceful, tough negative traits: blunt, hot-tempered, tense, opinionated, calculating
mentality
phobias: fear of failure disorder: borderline personality disorder, autism spectrum disorder allergies: n/a
background
hometown: manchester, uk birthplace: manchester, uk education level: high school diploma, working towards a bachelor’s in engineering familial connections: amir bacchus (adopted dad) @pclymcrphcus, unnamed biological parents and unnamed younger foster sibling
headcanons
logan is a recently turned werewolf, she was bitten 9 months ago and she's very angry about it. part of the reason why she came to fenrir's wood is she knew it had a decent supernatural population and after her first few transformations, she knew she wouldn't be able to hide her lycanthropy from her family for much longer. she didn't want to hurt them, so she chose to just leave without saying anything, hoping they'd eventually forget about her. she has anger issues, which have been made much worse since she's was bitten. she finds herself getting frustrated a lot easier than she used to and if provoked, she will start a fight with someone. over her course of being in fenrir's wood she's been working towards managing this better, but she still doesn't have a great handle on it. used to be a part of fight clubs when she lived in the u.s., which were a good outlet for her anger. she was in fight clubs for years so as a result she's very good at hand-to-hand combat. no one in her family knew that she was a part of these groups and she became very good at hiding bruises or injuries she got from them.
she has an adoptive brother who’s younger than her by 8 years and she grew very close to him in her time in foster care, they maintain a close relationship despite her moving across the country. logan is generally a pretty stoic person and her soft side comes out massively when she’s around her brother. she’s fiercely protective of him and will not hesitate to defend him when necessary.
logan has a muscular build, which she maintains by working out on a regular basis. to a certain extent she feels like she has to be muscular due to working at an auto shop, but she does actually enjoy working out. she learned the basics of cars from taking shop class in high school and it led to her taking an interest, so over time she learned more and more and has been working at auto shops since the age of 18.
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— INTRODUCTING ATTICUS MCCLAIN
welcome to marina, ATTICUS MCCLAIN ( cis man, he/him ) ! they are a TWENTY-NINE year old who has lived over on LOCKE ROW for WHOLE LIFE and works as a FIREFIGHTER. everyone says they look a lot like DYLAN O'BRIEN. what do you think? — ALYSSA, 29, PST, SHE/HER.
b a c k g r o u n d ;
Every since he was born, it had always been him and his father. His mother left the second she could get up out of the hospital and never looked back.
His dad was his entire life, there was nothing in this world that meant more to him than the man who taught him everything there was to be a kind hearted person.
Expect, all that work would crumble apart. It was when he was 12 and his father lost his life in an accident at work, an accident no one would talk about.
He was immediately put into the system. He bounces from home to home because he pushes buttons in order to get kicked out of the homes.
No one gave him time to grieve, no one gave him time to adjust to life without his dad or even giving the boy a chance to realize his dad was really gone.
It was his last chance that made him shape up. He laid in bed at night next to one of the other kids and they just took his hand, told him it was all going to be okay and after that he fought to make sure he stayed in that home so he could protect the younger ones.
After that he wanted to make he was protecting others rather than hurting them.
It's when he started looking into firefighting.
After he turned eighteen, he moved out of the house and into Hyland Park.
c o n n e c t i o n s ;
almost — celeste beaumont
best friend — daniela carvalho
friends — isabella marino, juniper ridley liao
hookups — myria saengkaew, eden shepherd
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Hi, hope y'all are well. I was wondering if growing up in an environment that matches most of the BITE model points (link to chart) ? Even if it was (possibly) accidental on the adults/guardians' side? I was adopted and the foster/adoptive family had a system in place that meets a lot of the criterias, including removal of previous identities, high levels of control, being raised with a custom/not known religious beliefs, dehumanization, etc etc. Plus it's foster care so the typical stuff like near death experiences and stuff happened lol
idk if it would count because like, if you're used to something it's just your normal. It's normal, so it can't be traumatic, right?
Hi, nonnie. I think the end of your first question is missing, but I'm gonna assume from the rest of your ask that you're asking if it can be traumatic to grow up in an environment that matches most of the BITE-model points, which characterise cults. And the answer is absolutely, yes.
A cult can be a powerful organisation with thousands of victims, or it can be a household. If you find yourself in any situation that meets a good proportion of the BITE-model points, you are a cult victim and therefore a victim of abuse, and you're very likely to develop trauma from it. Of course if you grow up knowing only a certain kind of treatment it's going to feel completely normal to you, but if that treatment is mistreatment of any kind (abuse, neglect, or indoctrination, among others) it's still going to traumatise you, no matter how normal and okay you interpret that treatment to be growing up.
Abuse isn't just abuse when it deviates from your normal. You could be abused/neglected/indoctrinated from the very day you're born by everyone around you and it still wouldn't mean that you'd grow up knowing how to handle and process it all healthily. You'd assume that's what's normal because you wouldn't know anything different, but it would still hurt and traumatise you deeply—maybe in many more ways than you'd realise.
And even if your abusers didn't meant to hurt or indoctrinate you, they still did. They could've had the best intentions, and that still wouldn't negate the fact that they traumatised you. Intent isn't a necessary condition for abuse.
I'm really sorry you went through this, nonnie. I hope this all becomes a bit easier to believe with time.
Sending all my support your way ❤️
#Ask#Abuse#Abuse tw#bite model#Cult#Cult tw#near death experience#Child abuse tw#foster care tw#Foster care abuse#Indoctrination tw#dehumanisation tw
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Hey, guys! I’m Katelyn, and this hunk of a man is Adler! I’m excited to be here and to interact with a new-ish character as I explore this wonderful roleplay and this beautiful town that’s been created! I would love to plot with every single one of you. My discord is xADumbHuman#3145 if anyone wants to add me on there!
THE STATISTICS
𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦
FULL LEGAL NAME: Adler Benjamin Barnes NICKNAME(s): Adler, Addie (his Mom is the only person that’s ever called him Addie), Benji when he was a kid AGE: 33 DATE OF BIRTH: April 25th SPECIES: Human ETHNICITY: German, Italian, Irish, and possibly other (Google gives me all the facts) NATIONALITY: American LANGUAGES: English, some Spanish, ASL GENDER: Cis-Male PRONOUNS: He/Him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual BIRTH ORDER: Second Born (Though he thinks he’s the first born) HOMETOWN: Andover, Mass. CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ashmore in Nightrest, Mass. EDUCATION: College; Associate’s Degree OCCUPATION: Veterinary Technician MARITAL STATUS: It’s complicated. FAMILY: It’s also complicated. RELATIONSHIPS: See connections. PETS: Siberian Husky named Motley 𝗣𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗦
HEIGHT: 6'5 WEIGHT: 200 pounds. BODY TYPE: Fit, muscular but not as defined as he’d like. HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Hazel SCARS|MARKS: He has freckles on his shoulders; a scar under his chin (that just happens to cause his beard to grow slightly shorter in that spot) and a scar on his hand from childhood. FACIAL HAIR: A beard, but it’s on the shorter side. Not long or scruffy, nicely kept. SIGNATURE SCENT: Tea Tree Shampoo, Bourbon scented cologne (very musty/manly) TATTOOS: A full sleeve on his arm. PIERCINGS: Right nostril
𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗔𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗦
PHOBIAS: N/A MENTAL DISEASES: Though it’s undiagnosed, he suffers with anxiety. PHYSICAL DISEASES: N/A 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff PROMINENT TRAITS: Uplifting, Honest, Anxious, Hard Working FAVORITE FOODS: Sushi, French Fries, Chocolate Cake, Supreme Pizza, Chocolate Covered Pretzels FAVORITE COLOR: Navy Blue, Maroon MUSIC TASTE: He doesn’t have a preference; as long as it’s good music he’ll listen to it. HOBBIES: working out, walks with Motley, video games, starting books and never finished them, motorcycle riding. ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini LIKES: Taking control, Vintage cars, Foggy mornings, Reptiles, Old action films, silk sheets DISLIKES: Losing people, Subtitles, Rowdy kids, Sick animals
THE APPLICATION
was that ADLER BARNES i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the THIRTY THREE year old who has been in nightrest for ONE WEEK and works as a VETERINARY TECHNICIAN has a reputation of being UPLIFTING, but also ANXIOUS. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with LEATHER BIKE JACKET HANGING IN HIS CLOSET, BABY BLANKET TUCKED AND HIDDEN UNDER HIS PILLOW, WRITTEN LETTERS TO HIS CHILDHOOD SELF HE’S NEVER READ. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.
THE HEADCANONS
In his spare time, Adler likes to fish. You can find him on the river watching the water ripples underneath the stars.
He doesn't know much about his family as he was placed in foster care at six months old. All he knows is moving from house to house.
While he doesn't quite know how he feels about being a father, Adler wouldn't mind having children. The responsibility scares him slightly, but he wants to provide a safe space for children that he never had.
A true animal lover at heart, Adler has had several pets growing up. While they were never allowed in his household, he would be known to be the 'owner' of wild animals growing up; feeding them concoctions he would create from leftovers in his houses.
Adler has never loved holidays, but New Year's Day has always been his favorite. He finds himself looking forward to the change it provides every year.
Adler was a terrible student. He went to school every day, but regardless of how much he tried, he barely passed every year until he reached high school. That's the first time anyone ever really gave him the chance and he felt he could finally allow himself to pursue a future that was receivable.
THE SUMMARY
Adler grew up in the foster care system - his mother was a teenager when he was born - after none of his biological family would take him. He bounced from house to house, seeing more than thirty by the time he made it to high school. That's when he met the people he calls his parents; both were older at the time with children graduating college and getting married, but they loved Adler like he was their own. It was the first time he'd had any real sense of a family, and he knew he would do anything to make them proud. That's when he moved to Salem after bouncing from town to town his entire life, and after graduating with honors, he moved onto college, getting an associate's degree in veterinary medicine; he'd always loved animals and wanted nothing more than to be able to take care of them. During this time is when he met Selin. The two dated, but Adler has commitment issues and broke it off when he got scared. A year later the two were married in Vegas a year ago, telling no one that they'd done it. After a year of being married, She left, signed divorce papers, and now a year later Adler is in the same town as her - divorced papers unsigned - unknowingly to him.
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LEXI FONTENELLE IS LOOKING FOR HER YOUNGER SISTER!
tw: parental death, cheating, foster care
OOC: kayla
Character: lexi fontenelle
Type of Connection: younger sister
WC Name: up to player
Age Range: 27-28 years old
FC Options: up to player as long as they are half-mexican
Would you like to be contacted?: yes please!
Triggers: parental death, cheating
Connection Description:
Lexi and this character were the only siblings adopted by the Fontenelle family. Their father left when they were kids from an affair and then their mom died when Lexi was 9 and this character was 6. They bounced around in foster care for a bit before they got split up and your character got adopted first. Eventually the Fontenelles found Lexi and adopted her as well when she was a teen. I imagine them to be close, having lost a few years of sisterhood when they were separated, but now are like best friends and of course can argue like sisters but are always there for each other.
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"It really helps when you're always on the go. Though I've found since having my son I've had to force myself to take more breaks than I normally would." Amelia laughed. She knew it was better to take some time to actually sit down and relax but she was always raised on the go. Or more accurately was raised on predictability and never knowing what was going to happen in the day, was she going to get kicked out of her foster home for the night or sent back in general? It always helped to never have to rely on a sitting down for a meal just in case. But Amelia had to constantly remind herself that she had her own life, she could relax and she was safe here. When she asked Amelia to join her, Amelia immediately grinned and threw her cigarette on the ground. "Yeah I'd really like that. Honestly I'm always down for one."
"I couldn't agree more. As much as I love a sit-down meal, there's something to be said about being able to eat on the go." Though Eden was usually pretty on top of things when it came to time management, there was the odd occasion where she would have to eat breakfast in the car on the way to work. Once, there was a mishap with a bowl of cereal, and she had definitely learned her lesson (and still sometimes found a stray cornflake hidden somewhere in the car). The mood between the two women was definitely lighter now than it had been. "Would you maybe like to join me for a chocolate milkshake? All this talk is making me really want one."
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INTRODUCING
[ rafael silva | 30 | cis man | he/him ] Hey, look! It’s [ALEJANDRO "ALEX" FONTENELLE] at [ENERGY ZONE]. Did you know they [WORK] there as a [PERSONAL TRAINER]? I guess they’re from [EAST HAVEN] and have been in town for [30 YEARS], living in [DOWNTOWN]. I also heard they’re a little [SELFISH], but also very [FORGIVING] which definitely makes sense.
TWs under the cut: car accident, death, foster care, infidelity
BIOGRAPHY
-Alejandro was born to two Brazilian immigrants and after they were both tragically killed in a car accident when Alejandro was a year old, he went into foster care. Thankfully he found a loving family in the Fontenelle's home and was adopted when he was five years old.
-While he always knew he was gay, Alex wasn't ready to share that part of himself with the world for a long time. He feared the rejection that might come with being different and ended up dating his best friend in high school, Isla Ricci, so that no one would think twice about it. She knew who he was at his core but being the good friend she was, she never outed him to anyone.
-Alex played baseball all through childhood as his adoptive parents Shani and Ken required him and all his siblings to learn some kind of skill; either an art or athletic skill. He earned a scholarship to Arizona State University and left for college after he graduated high school.
-While in college, away from his small town life, Alex finally came out as gay and started openly dating a man. He majored in kinesiology and was 22 years old when he was drafted to play third base for the Los Angeles Dodgers.
-LA was everything Alex hoped it would be. He was thriving in his new job and loved feeling like he was part of something. He played 5 years of professional baseball and was on his way to being a major player in the game when he got caught up in a scandal. He was caught sleeping with the Dodgers team manager, a married man, and when his wife exposed them, Alex was released from his contract and had no choice but to move home to East Haven when he was 28, career over.
-Since then Alex has been working as a personal trainer the last 3 years and has done his best to keep his head down, hoping that not too many people had heard about what happened in LA.
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𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕒 𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝕕𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕠𝕟
appears as though she was born thirty-four years ago but is actually thirty-eight, she is a siren who lives in mystic grove as a defense attorney, and she is in no pod. she looks an awful lot like ana de armas.
“Develop enough courage so that you can stand up for yourself and then stand up for somebody else.”
tw: death, cancer, violence, foster care, drugging
Nova was born right by the sea in Valencia, Spain, to a single mother of seven. She was the eldest, and so she had to help her mother to raise her younger siblings. Her mother worked as a hairdresser, so money was always tight. As a result, Nova was forced to leave school at seventeen despite being top of all of her classes, and instead get a job assisting her mother at the salon. She wanted nothing more than to finish highschool and go to university, but the money just wasn’t there. As soon as she turned eighteen, she became a cocktail waitress, making more money this way from tips.
Tragedy struck when her mother fell ill with lung cancer, and died within six months of being diagnosed. Although she was eighteen, Nova didn’t feel that she would be able to be the sole carer of her six younger siblings, so they were taken in by various foster families. The pain of losing her mother and her siblings so quickly was too much, and Nova fled Spain, ending up in New York. She took another job as a bartender at a grimy bar in upstate New York and worked there for many years. She worked her way up, eventually becoming a bar manager, and at the age of twenty-one, she decided to try and go to university.
Because of her incredible grades, she made it into the first year of law school with discretionary admission, studying and attending classes all day and working late into the night to pay her school fees. At the age of twenty-four, she was in her third year of her law degree, somehow managing to stay top of her class while still working ridiculous hours. It was then that she met Roman. He flirted with her, and while she had had hookups in the past, she soon developed a crush on him. The pair started hooking up after a couple of months of his regular appearances at the bar. Eventually they ended up in a relationship of sorts, although Roman would often disappear months on end, and would offer no explanation upon his return.
Their relationship lasted just over a year and a half before Roman finally disappeared for good, leaving behind no easy way to contact him. Nova was now nearly twenty-six, and in her fourth year of her law degree. She was completely distraught. Within the month of him leaving, she found out that she was pregnant. Having always wanted to be a mother, and finding the thought of ending the pregnancy of Roman’s child too difficult to even comprehend, she made the decision to keep the baby. The next few years were hell - she worked even harder than before, now juggling pregnancy and then a newborn baby while still trying to work and study. When her baby, Lucas, was just three months old, she decided to go part time with her study, setting her back a few years. It took her another four years to complete the degree, Lucas just about to start school, and her thirtieth birthday looming.
She began work as a defense attorney, becoming one of the best in her field, and life got a little easier after that. She was making money, Lucas was at school, and things had finally begun to settle. And then when she was thirty-three, everything changed. A client she had been working with was declared guilty, and unbeknownst to her, he was a siren. In a fit of rage, he took her out to dinner under the pretense of thanking her for her help, drugged her, and took her to the sea to drown her. For a year or so, she stopped working, focusing on keeping her son well-adjusted while she figured out how to live as her new species.
Life eventually returned to some kind of normal, and when Lucas turned nine, he began to ask questions about his father. Nova hadn’t seen or heard from Roman since his sudden departure, but she knew her baby deserved to meet his dad, and so with a little help from a fellow lawyer and using the little information Roman had told her about him and his family, she tracked him down. Finding out he lived in Greywood was a pleasant surprise - she had never been around other supernaturals before, and over a few years, she made the decision to move her little family to the town. Now, newly arrived in Greywood , she is seeking answers. Why did Roman leave her? And what will he say when he finds out he has a son?
“what power did she attain when settling in greywood?”
Nova attained the ability to sense when someone is lying. She isn’t able to identify the real truth, but if she makes eye contact with someone while they tell a lie, she is able to sense that they have spoken an untruth.
penned by... may
#supernatural rp#town rp#oc rp#literate rp#horror rp#mature rp#ana de armas fc#siren#death tw#cancer tw#violence tw#foster care tw#drugging tw#retired
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BASICS.
Name: Javier Castillo Age: 30 Occupation: Barber / Weed Dealer Neighborhood: Westside Gender & Preferred Pronouns: Cis Man, He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual Face Claim: Tommy Martinez
BIOGRAPHY.
tw: deportation, death, foster care, crime
Javier was born to two immigrant parents from Venezuela in Los Angeles, California after they left Venezuela to seek out a safe place to raise a family. He has one younger sister that he hasn’t seen since he was five years old but he thinks about her all the time. When she was born there were complications and his mother had to go to the hospital. Because she and Javier’s father were undocumented, they were detained and deported shortly after Andrea was born.
After his parents were deported, Javier was put into foster care where he and his sister were separated immediately. He was five years old and never saw his infant sister again. He bounced around foster homes all over the state for a few years until his behavior got out of control and he was sent to a group home in Half Moon Bay when he was ten. Javi spent the next few years there until he emancipated himself at sixteen.
There was never anyone who took an interest in Javier. No family to keep an eye on him, no foster parents that would love him. He learned to be self-sufficient and watch his own back at a young age. For a long time he wouldn’t let anyone close to him, pushing away every person who ever tried to be his friend. Until he moved to the group home and met the two best friends who would become his family.
Noa and Ricky were both around his age and came from the same kinds of mess. At first Javi was skeptical that anyone could understand what he’d been through. Some of the foster homes he’d been in before coming to the group home were darker than he ever chose to speak of. To this day they’re the only ones he’s ever told about his experiences. It didn’t take long before the three of them were attached at the hip and causing chaos all over town together.
Smoking pot and petty theft kept Javier busy for a while but as he got older, the three of them started getting into more trouble. With no one to keep them accountable or guide them in the right direction, things got out of hand before he knew it. Javi started getting picked up by the cops and falling into trouble way too often. He didn’t see a future for himself that didn’t revolve around criminal activity so there was very little that motivated him to keep his shit together. Besides his budding feelings for Noa anyway.
It seemed he wasn’t the only one who felt that way though and when Ricky confessed his feelings for Noa, Javier took it hard. He got angry and pushed them both away, putting distance between them when the pair started to date. He got picked up by the cops more frequently, started selling pot and dabbling in using other drugs. It wasn’t until Noa told him that she felt something for him too that he pulled himself back from the ledge. Ricky and Javier got in a huge fight over it and before they could settle it, make things right, the unthinkable happened.
Things happened so fast after the shots were fired that night. Javier couldn’t get to Ricky in time but he could get to Noa. He threw himself on top of her and they barely escaped with their lives. He couldn’t say the same for Ricky. They’d gotten in over their heads that night, involved in something they didn’t realize was as dangerous as it was. When Ricky died that night, so did any chance of Javier ever making things right again. He did everything to push Noa away, realizing that if she didn’t get the hell out of Half Moon Bay, something or someone might come for her and that was a reality he could not live with.
Javier eventually convinced Noa to leave, but not without destroying their relationship first. He said a lot of hurtful things, it was easier to let her go if she hated him. She’d neve abandon Javier any other way and he knew that. So he broke both their hearts and never said goodbye to her, hoping that she’d find a life that was better and safer somewhere far away from here.
Nothing held any more meaning in Javier’s life and so he got himself locked up for a few years, assault and battery, possession of drugs, and grand larceny. Javi spent five years in a state penitentiary before coming back to Half Moon Bay and getting a job at a barber shop. He’s stayed out of major trouble since then, deciding that prison wasn’t his favorite place on earth and now keeps to selling weed and cutting hair.
Though he’s got a very rough exterior and doesn’t have too many people that he considers to be friends, Javi does have a good heart underneath it all. He’s terrified of letting anyone get too close to him but for those who somehow sneak past his walls, he will go to hell and back for them with no questions asked. He’s a ride or die in every sense of the word.
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Whumptober 2023 - Day 19 - College AU
This is the Brumaria College AU, more chapters of which can be found on the masterlist. It’s a little glimpse into Kamaria’s first relationship, pre-Bruno. Kane belongs to Izzy and is used with permission! I used the whole prompt song as inspiration for this one.
Taglist: @painful-pooch
The Shadow of Death Masterlist
No. 19: “I’m in love with the way you hate me.”
Contains: lady whump, abusive relationship, hitting, noncon touch, noncon kissing, emotional abuse, references to past minor whump, foster care references, referenced parental abuse
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He’s nice, at first. Buys Kamaria coffee at the cafe on campus. Recommends the best professors, and tells her which ones to stay away from. Helps her set up her schedule for the semester. Walks her back to her dorm at night.
He treats her like…a person. Maybe not an equal, because there’s always that underlying thread of superiority, of implications that she’s stupid and weak. But she is weak, and she is stupid, sometimes, so she never protests. Her father treats her the same way, without any of the nice parts, and all the foster parents and social workers did, too, so it’s refreshing just to have someone see her and go out of their way to help her out without it being their job.
When he asks her to go out with him, she’s…confused. But she doesn’t see any reason to say no. She’d never imagined herself in a relationship, but this is what you’re supposed to do in college, right? Normal girls say yes when a nice, handsome guy asks them out. In fact, she’s sure there are other girls, much more normal and smart than her, who would love for Alonso Kane to ask them out.
So she says yes. And they start dating.
The nice, out of the way gestures don’t last. She didn’t really expect them to. He grows more impatient with her, more demanding of her time, and gets upset when she can’t fulfill his every wish. His time is his own, of course, to spend however he wants it, but she’s not allowed to make plans without his approval.
Kamaria easily falls into the motions of doing whatever it takes to appease him. She’s been doing it since she was twelve, there’s nothing new about any of this. Every foster family comes with their own set of rules, and she went through more than she cared to keep count of in two years. Their reactions to those rules being broken varied greatly, but as an “angry child” she mostly got placed with the ones that had the more extreme reactions.
Her father is the exact same way, only with even more impossible rules to keep. Kane’s are at least fairly easy to keep track of.
It’s not all bad, either. He’s the only person she has to talk to, and he still takes her out sometimes to football games or to get ice cream or coffee. His advice might be delivered in a cruel, impatient manner, but it’s still good advice. And yes, he likes to dictate what she eats and wears, but he’s spending his own money on her. She doesn’t have any money to spend on extra things, her father only gives her what she needs for the necessities, so it’s all a treat to her.
The fact that she hates the way he treats her, that this is exactly what she was happy to get away from when she moved off to college, shouldn’t be important. This is life, this is how life works.
And she deserves it, anyway. As soon as they became officially boyfriend and girlfriend, he tried to kiss her. She may have freaked out a little. He has a right to be angry about that. She lets him kiss her now, but she hates it, and she’s sure he can tell that. She won’t let him go any farther, either, is extremely adamant about kissing being as far as they will ever go, and it’s no secret that he isn’t happy. He still pushes her, tries to put his hands on her, and gets mad when she gets all tense and scared.
Reminding her of her father is one thing. She never imagined him reminding her of Roderick, too.
But all of that means she’s a bad girlfriend, and it’s fine for him to punish her for it.
The first time he hits her comes as no surprise. She can take a hit, she’s used to that, too. Kane seems a little miffed when she doesn’t burst into tears, but she apologizes and fixes her mistake, so he doesn’t care too much. He learns fairly quickly that the threat of hitting her is a good way to make her even more obedient, just like she learned quickly as a teen that being obedient was a good way to make sure she didn’t get hit as much.
Their relationship is exhausting. He picks her up for a football game, compliments the clothes and jewelry that he picked out for her, holds her hand on the walk to the stadium, drinks beer and chats with his frat brothers while completely ignoring her through the whole game, gets mad at her for saying she needs to get back and study when the game is done and nearly knocks her off the bleachers, makes fun of her with his friends, walks her back to her dorm way too late, starts talking about how beautiful she is outside her door, kisses her until her skin is crawling and she’s about to panic, and punches her in the stomach and storms off when she tells him she needs to sleep.
But it’s still better than what she’s used to. There’s nothing else better out there, at least not for someone like her. Fairy tale romances are for stories, and for perfect cheerleaders with two perfect parents and no anger issues. She firmly believes that this is as good as it’s ever going to get for her, that there’s really nothing at all wrong with it.
Until she meets Bruno.
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reijiro's had a difficult life up until he's, in essence, taken in by the kazama family in a business transaction as a doctor with his clinic. he'd been abandoned by his family at a very young age, went through japan's foster system, and struggled and clawed his way through college while fighting against his own demons psychologically. bullied as a child, his college years were emotionally and physically exhausting, having only had his cats with him for comfort and company. with a general fear of people and feelings of complete isolation and loneliness, reijiro struggled to find a foothold in the social ladder with a meek and fearful personality. reijiro would, of course, break free of his fear of people after serving the various folks of kamurocho for years and years, but still has his demons that he fights with daily, especially with regards to his sense of self-worth.
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❛ someone told me long ago there's a calm before the storm.
GENERAL DETAILS.
FULL NAME: kieran james murphy.
NICKNAME(S): k, jr, murph.
AGE: thirty-five.
DATE OF BIRTH: april 15th, 1986.
PLACE OF BIRTH: prescott, arizona.
CURRENT LOCATION: lancaster, arizona.
GENDER: cis male.
PRONOUNS: he/him.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual.
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteromatic
RELIGION: none.
OCCUPATION: investigative journalist / record store associate.
EDUCATION LEVEL: bachelor’s degree in journalism & political science.
LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: one bedroom apartment.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.
FACECLAIM: casey deidrick.
HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: dark. currently a little longer.
EYE COLOR: dark hazel.
EYESIGHT: 20/15.
HEIGHT: six foot, five inches.
WEIGHT: one hundred and ninety pounds.
BODY AND BUILD: athletic.
TATTOOS: many. i will build a masterlist of all.
PIERCINGS: nose piercing, but he doesn’t wear it.
CLOTHING STYLE: casual.
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: beard, tattoos, the scar at his hairline.
HEALTH.
MENTAL DISORDER(S): diagnosed adhd.
PHYSICAL DISORDER(S): none.
ALLERGIES: bananas, cats.
SLEEPING HABITS: he doesn’t sleep well.
EATING HABITS: eats takeout a lot.
SOCIABILITY: very social guy.
ADDICTIONS: none.
DRUG USE: marijuana.
ALCOHOL USE: lots. preferes jameson whiskey.
FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.
MOTHER: abigail murphy.
FATHER: james murphy.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none.
BEST FRIEND:
EXES: none officially.
SIBLING(S): gregory (41), david (39), annabeth (37), mia (29), bradley (25).
CHILDREN: none… that he knows of.
PET(S): wants to adopt a dog.
KEY POINTS
trigger warnings: abandonment, addiction, drug use, foster care.
He was the fourth born out of six children and was the closest growing up to his older sister. His least favorite sibling was always Gregory, the oldest. He was always torn between wanting to a part of the older siblings and wanting to be a kid himself. In the end, he was forced to grow up faster than expected because his mother left and his father wasn’t equipped to raise six children.
He and Annabeth ensured the younger ones were taken care of, while Greg and David were allowed to live their lives as they wanted. Their father showed up when it came to child protective services stepping in, but he dropped the ball when Kieran was sixteen.
His older siblings were fortunate enough to go their own way, while he and his two younger siblings were placed in foster care. He’d looked to Greg to step up, but he never did. Annabeth tried, but at eighteen, she was ready for that. Luckily, Mia and Bradley stayed together while Kieran was on his own.
He didn’t hate his time in care. His foster mother was a news broadcaster and his foster father was a college professor. He had everything he needed and he got to check on his younger siblings. It wasn’t perfect though. He got into trouble, pushed boundaries for the sake of testing them, but they never gave up on him.
They’re the only reason he continued on with school. He was brilliant, but he needed the drive and they gave that to him. He played baseball well enough to gain a scholarship and he took a leap of faith.
He had no direction, but a mistake by the registrar’s office left him in a journalism course that changed his life for the better. He found that he had a knack for storytelling and was a compelling writer. His professor noticed it too and offered a challenge. One that left Kieran always looking for the next big story to chase. There was a thrill behind digging beneath the rubble to expose what was hidden beneath.
Of course, it didn’t come without a guilty conscience. Over the years, he’d done everything he could to keep in contact with his family. His younger siblings had bounced between homes over the years, but had finally found a place upstate that felt like home to them. By graduation, he’d all but let go. They were happy. Why did he need to keep reaching out and reminding them of all that they’d lost?
After graduation, he began working for an online publishing house. Between his foster father’s good words and the encouragement of his professions, his job offer was practically inevitable. He was eager and willing to do what others weren’t.
He’s traveled around the world getting stories and now he’s in Lancaster because there’s someone willing to pay him decent money to get answers for them. The rumors aren’t much of a secret to anyone, but what he can’t seem to wrap his head around is why there seems to be a war brewing within the town. It’s his biggest challenge yet, but that stands as motivation.
CONNECTIONS
connections page can be found here.
bar buddies
flirtationship
coffee associate
online friends
enemies to friends
unlikely friends
one night stand
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