#i know it's no longer your birthday in your timezone (rip)

[meraudurs]

Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. 

happy birthday, andy @deadgwen ♡

[mcleaha]

hello lovelies ! i’m bøffy , i’m 20 years old , prefer she/her pronouns , and currently reside in the pst timezone ! uhh . . . i am posting this intro at nearly 5 AM my time , and i would be almost willing to bet it’s littered with errors and it’s . . . probably a bit all – over – the – place since this is very much a new muse ! however , with that being said , if you give this a like , i will definitely contact you via tumblr ims or d!scord ( 𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓪 / 𝓮𝔁𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓪#1384 ) to plot !

[  jasmine brown  . 21  .  cis female .  she/her  ] just saw MALEAH AMICK dragging their suitcase up the steps to CABIN 1B  .  good luck living with HER  ,  i hear that that they’re INDECISIVE  ,  FORGETFUL ,  SOCIABLE  & CREATIVE  .  Apparently they’re the ATTACKING MIDFIELDER .  let’s hope the upcoming season doesn’t affect their JUNIOR year of ART EDUCATION .

STATS:

name: maleah amick .

nickname(s): leah .

age: twenty one .

gender identity: cis female .

pronouns: she/her .

sexual orientation: bisexual / biromantic .

birthday: 26 february 1999 .

zodiac sign: pisces .

myer-briggs: esfj .

pinterest: coming soon !

HISTORY:

               born on the 26th of february 1999 in orlando , florida , maleah was the youngest of the three amick siblings . her mother worked as a prestigious board – certified pediatric surgeon at a local children’s hospital , and her father worked as a high school mathematics teacher and volunteered as the school’s unpaid soccer coach , a move that saved the program from ending due to budget cuts ( he claims he was roped into the position as a first – year teacher with no seniority , but while he’s reluctant to admit it , he eventually grew a passion for the sport he had previously known little about ) .

               with her mother’s long shifts and emergency work – related calls , she ultimately became closer to her father and two older brothers while growing up . most knew her father as a man who towered over them at 6’7” , ordering his team to run laps or practice drills ; however , maleah knew him as the man who would crawl around the living room floor playing barbies with her or would prepare fruit and herbal teas as she twirled around dressed as a princess , declaring it time for a royal tea party . just as easily , she could be found exploring the great outdoors or playing whatever sport was currently in season alongside her brothers .

               she practically followed in her brothers’ footsteps . as they approached high school , each brother chose one sport to specialize in , hoping to secure a position on a college team and eventually on a professional team . maleah did not have professional athletic goals , but although she had immaculate grades with limited effort put towards academics , she knew extra – curricular activities were important for college applications . thus , when it was maleah’s turn to choose which sport to pursue , rather than having to weigh the pros and cons and make her own decision ( or perhaps , fearing that she would make the wrong decision ) , she simply chose the sport that her brothers had previously chosen : soccer .

               her high school coach knew the perfect position for maleah . years of informal practice with her brothers in the backyard had enhanced her skills . she had learned how to evade skilled high school defenses by pretending as if she was heading in one direction before bolting in the other .  soccer was one of the few areas in life in which she possessed enough knowledge to make quick and effective decisions ; she could read the field and immediately determine the best course of action : dribble , pass , or shoot . ultimately , she possessed the vision and the creativity necessary to secure playmaking and goal-scoring opportunities for her team .

        ��      with a line of college scholarships , both academic and athletic , waiting for the attacking midfielder’s choice ( unfortunately , none from either of the schools her brothers played for ) , the time came for maleah to make a decision . as deadlines for summer practices , class registration , and tuition payments crept closer , she finally determined a means of deciding . she numbered her offer letters , 1 through 13 , and allowed a random number generator to make the decision for her . thus , mere chance ( or perhaps fate ) led maleah to hollis university .

               her first semester at hollis was . . . rough , to put it lightly . while most freshman shed a few tears as they watched their parents’ car drive off into the distance , homesickness lingered in maleah’s life . coasting through high school with limited effort had done her zero favors ; with no effective study skills , her grades dropped dramatically . between soccer and trying to salvage her grade point average , a social life was virtually out of question . ultimately , she found herself on academic probation , unable to play soccer , for her second semester of freshman year at hollis .

               luckily , she was able to develop effective study habits , and even discovered along the way that maybe pre – med was not the best major for her . when asked what she wanted to do , maleah gave an entire list of generic answers – “i want to help people” and “i want to make a difference” came up quite often , but nothing specific enough to point her in the right direction . thus , she changed her major almost every semester , desperately seeking for the right fit . in the meantime , though it took several letters petitioning her temporary removal from the team , she was able to resume playing soccer during her sophomore year .

               as junior year approached , maleah was almost certain that she was back in her coach’s good graces – no longer viewed with a sense of skepticism . she had proven herself capable , finding her name on the dean’s list nearly every semester and assisting her team in numerous wins throughout the soccer season . however , with hollis’ soccer teams’ restructuring , maleah can’t help but question if her coach views her as a valued athlete or a liability .

PERSONALITY:

               two words : social butterfly . almost to a fault . even if someone has expressed quite literally zero interest in talking to her / getting to know her , she will still make an attempt . kind of a . . . people – pleaser , in a sense , she just wants to be well – liked ?

               avoids ! conflict ! at ! all ! costs ! generally just . . . tries to avoid people or situations that upset her . not very prone to like . . . yelling or crying , but those close to her can definitely sense a change in her demeanor when she’s upset ? just . . . a lot more tense , probably lots of eye – rolling and just . . . subtle , quiet signs that she is over whatever the problem is .

               kinda . . . chill , mellow , easygoing ? she very much lives in the moment , and tries not to stress too much about the future . always down for a drink , a party , whatever – genuinely just around for some fun and some friends !!!

               the kind of person who genuinely gets excited over like those fun facts and jokes that are on popsicle sticks and whatnot – absolutely must share the information with everyone within earshot . honestly , those jokes are very . . . on point with her own personal sense of humor jflakdsj .

HEADCANONS:

               she suffers from a terrible case of youngest child syndrome . ultimately , without guidance , she’s terribly irresponsible . she’s always having to run extra laps because she sets her alarm too late to make it to morning practices on time . she’s always receiving overdraft fees for spending more money than is available in her checking account . forgets everything – from homework assignments to names to grabbing her keys before locking the door on her way out . just . . . imagine a child asking for an adult’s help and her looking around until she comes to the realization that “ oh , shit , i am an adult ” .

               she’s practically always doodling – in the corners of notebooks , on napkins while eating lunch , on her clothing , on her own skin . she loves making art , particularly drawing or painting portraits or nature . ( ultimately , she only decided to incorporate this into her choice of major after hollis threatened to not allow any further changes to her major ) .

               she has a . . . unique sense of style . she has a passion for thrifting and upcycling . practically lives in hoodies and t – shirts that she has purchased from secondhand stores and cropped herself . always adding cool iron-on patches to her clothing . she should be listed as your emergency contact if you’re prone to ripping your clothing because she can definitely fix it .

               she probably thinks she’s good at trash-talking on the field , but she actually sounds like a second grader ( and that’s being kind ) . if you looked at her browser history , there’s probably at least one record of her actually googling “ best soccer trash talk ” .

CONNECTIONS:

friends !! friends she’s met through courses throughout her adventures of attempting every major possible , mayhaps soccer friendships that continue off the field , mayhaps that complicated emerging new friendship state for some who are new to hollis ! unlikely friends ! best friends !!! quite literally those unbreakable ride – or – die friendships !

muses !! i feel like every artist needs that little dose of inspiration , even if it’s simply the inspiration of a work – in – progress portrait throughout the duration of camp ! complaints of “ stop moving ! ” and her stopping every ten minutes to ask what they think and probably at some point , her flinging a brush dripping of paint in their direction (if things didn’t end in an all – out paint fight djlfakds ) .

enemies !! honestly i’m sure there is ?? so much ?? potential for this , bt . . . mayhaps someone’s just . . . fed up w her irresponsibility ? thinks she doesn’t take her soccer position seriously ? maybe someone doesn’t think she takes anything seriously ( they wouldn’t be . . . wrong tbh ) . maybe someone from cali takes that “ california vs florida ” feud a little too seriously jflskdja . idk there’s always bound to be personality clashes !

exes !! relationships that ended badly , so she actively tries to avoid them and who even knows what happens when she’s forced to acknowledge their existence at some point at this camp !!! maybe relationships that ended on mutual terms so they’re still p chill with each other ?? maybe ended relationships that never quite got closure so there’s still unresolved feelings !!

hook-ups !! they are . . . college students . they are . . . college students stuck at a camp all summer . idk i feel like this one is pretty self – explanatory jflakds .

honestly i am tired & want to sleep , bt genuinely i am up for & open to anything ! good influences , bad influences , unrequited crushes , requited crushes , idk the world is y(our) oyster !! these are . . . rlly just some ideas to get the whole process started bc i am actually terrible at . . . thinking of plot ideas on the spot . always open to jst . . . doing a thread and seeing how things naturally flow too !

[lightscameramagicrp]

Welcome to Behind The Magic, Annie. We really loved your app for Roxanne Taylor with the FC of Alexandra Park and we can’t wait to see what you do with them! Please look at our checklist and send in your account within 24 hours. We’re excited to see more of you here at Lights, Camera, Magic!

PLAYER INFORMATION

Name: Annie

Preferred Pronouns: Alien

Age [18+]: 384

Timezone: the dark ages

How did you find us?: I beat the info out of a russian spy

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Roxanne Taylor

Faceclaim: Alexandra Park

Age: 25

Birthday: August 11th 1994

Species: Shapeshifter ( owl & caracal(wild cat))

TV Show & Occupation:

Actress

Blair Radcoff, Tales of Terror.

Clarisa Reed, Weather the Storm.

Ariel Curry, After the Storm.

(pick any ½, these are just the ones that stuck out to me the most)

BIOGRAPHY:

TW: Death, slaughter, blood, adoption, drug abuse, alcohol, psychologists, general trauma.

Queue the music to Arizona Zervas, god damn, Roxanne, all she wanna do is party all night xo

Right from the get-go, Roxanne’s life was a rollercoaster. She was found bundled in a blanket coated in blood and surrounded by a litter of slaughtered bodies by two hikers moving up the Cradle Mountain in Tasmania, Australia. The discovery made headline news for weeks as investigations went underway to figure out what exactly happened and why the traumatized 4-year-old was the only survivor. The hikers who found her were Australian councillors for the educational research programme. They were also a young couple who had been struggling for three years to conceive a child of their own. With only a knitted blanket with her name, Roxanne to go on, officials followed medical records from the deceased. From there and discovered that she was Roxanne Taylor and the litter of dead around her included all living members of her family, parents and several extended members. Unable to let Roxanne fall prey to the system, the wealthy couple went through every legal channel they had to until finally, almost a year later, permission was granted for them to legally adopt her, and so, Roxanne Taylor, as they chose to keep her surname out of respect for her lost family, now had two new people to call family.

The transition into her new life left her non-verbal and naturally, still traumatized by her ordeal. She saw psychologists three times a week but the only way she communicated was through pictures, which most of the time was only red crayon that represented the bloodshed she could still remember so clearly. Strangely enough, though, Roxanne took to her adopted parents very well, presumably recognising them as her saviours. It was everyone else she was grossly petrified of. Any time she would see someone in a black hoodie she became inconsolable and hysterical with terror. To say she had issues would be an understatement and yet, the couple never once lost patience with her, which turned out to be Roxannes saving grace. After three more long years and nightmares every night, something happened that nobody ever expected. The couple fell pregnant and birthed a baby boy. Worried that Roxanne wouldn’t accept him into the fold, a team of psychologists were on call when the couple came home with the little baby in their arms. It came as a surprise to everyone in the room when her face lit up with joy not only did she present them with a family drawing that included the baby, she spoke her first word in three years: brother. It was a shocking breakthrough and from there on, things started looking up. Her trauma faded more and more into the background with every week that went by and Roxanne slowly began to resemble what people would say is a normal child, happy, kind and loving.

She doted on her parents and her brother and enjoyed travelling around the world whilst they worked, Africa, Aisa, India, Dubai, there was nothing Roxanne wanted that she wasn’t offered. So you could say, she lived happily ever after but of course, happiness as pure as that would always be short-lived. She was thirteen when she accidentally shifted into a caracal (wild cat) that she had found herself studying earlier that day. And of course, she didn’t shift in private, but in the middle of a hotel lobby whilst they were in Africa. Traumatized all over again, everything she’d suppressed by her glowing love came bubbling back to the surface. The difference this time? Her parents had absolutely no idea how to comfort her and Roxanne has never forgotten that flicker of fear in their eyes when they saw her shift. Logically she can understand it, but in her head she can’t help but see it as a betrayal. She began to notice that although they tried not to treat her differently, they did. She was no longer allowed to be alone in the same room as her little brother and if she ever threw a tantrum, the parents would stiffen up as if they feared she was going to shift into a tiger and rip them apart. And then it hit her, one earth-shattering thought that she’d never even considered before: they think I’m the beast who tore my biological family apart. No amount of family therapy sessions managed to convince her that they still accepted and loved her the way they used to even in spite of their research and ongoing adoration. With the discovery of another shapeshifter and a meeting with him, the parents learned everything they needed to know about what Roxanne was and how to deal with it. So, by sixteen she supposed she could appreciate that they were actually trying, but the damage in her mind was already done.

The sweet, innocent girl began to slip away, replaced by a rebellious, law-breaking, drug-taking, alcohol drinking teenager. She did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted and the worst part? She was so incredibly crafty about it, nearly always managing to hide her antics from her parents. It was easy enough considering they never questioned the money she spent, even when it cost thousands. Roxanne did manage to complete an acting school course, figuring that’s what she wanted to do with her life. Dressing up and pretending to be someone she isn’t? Easy, she does it all the time. She landed small-time roles here and there but it wasn’t until 2018 and the worldwide reveal of supernaturals that she felt her calling: Vancouver. A place she could be herself, a place she could fit in. It didn’t take much to persuade her parents to let her leave Australia and set up home in Canada, especially not after they discovered her drug habits, some might say they were secretly pleased she wouldn’t be leaving her drugs around their home anymore. Roxanne moved in the fall of 2018, landing her first role at LCM studios only a couple months after that. Once more, things began to look up, for the first time in her life she felt like she belonged to something. The move only inspired her to learn more about her supernatural status and everything about everyone else along the way. Her two shift forms are a caracal and an owl and she enjoys the freedom that comes from being in her animal forms.

She’s still not without her issues and by now? It shows. Whilst most people know her as someone who will do anything for you, they also know she tends to be a reckless adrenalin junkie. Or maybe just a junkie in general. Over the last two years, she’s checked herself in and out of rehab three times, never sticking out the duration. Her party antics made headlines and all it would take was one phone call from home and the disappointed tone of her parents to make her go even further off the rails. It seemed a miracle to people that she still had a job but Roxanne always assumed that actually, the heat she generated in the press only made for better TV. Besides, she was smart enough not to show up to her job high as a kite so really, did anyone really have grounds to fire her? By 25, she never thought she would have all the labels she does; shifter, actress, spoilt brat, reckless, junkie and most commonly: wild. Roxanne cares for few but loves fiercely and doesn’t hold back on her opinions. If she has an issue, she will say it to your face no matter the consequences. She is however incredibly loyal and fun-loving, always sparking off energy and bouncing from person to person. Her traumatic history was aired for everyone to read so really, it’s no wonder hardly anyone actually questions why she uses. She uses to escape, forget her trauma like so many others in the studio. Only time will tell if it will one day be the ruin of her.  

[acuppellarp]

Welcome (again) to A Cup-pella, Morgan! We’re excited to have you and Sandy Owen in the game! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: Morgan + she/her Age: 26 Timezone: EST Ships: Sandy/Chemistry, Sandy/Happiness Anti-Ships: Forced!!!

IC INFO

Full Name: Sandy Patience Owen Face Claim: Meghann Fahy Age/Birthday: 29/February 4, 1990 ~ Aquarius queen Occupation: Pediatric Surgeon Personality: Intelligent, Ambitious, Passionate, Silly, Guarded, Resolute, Nurturing Hometown: Charlotte, North Carolina Bio:Before her little sister came along, Sandy was the apple of their parents’ eyes. She was read to every single night, her lunches always had fruits and veggies, and her dreams were sugar plums almost every night. Then came Penny, and Sandy’s dreams became much different. Sandy became the big sister of anyone’s dreams. Their parents noted how careful Sandy was when holding Penny and just how loving she was toward the baby. They just knew the two would be best friends.

Sandy was always considered a leader as she was growing up. She wasn’t a huge sports fanatic, mostly because she would rather be busy with her studies or the piano. As their parents were both in the medical field, Sandy felt pressure to do well in school. Thus, she tried her very best at all times. For as long as she could remember, especially after becoming a big sister and helping her mother at every chance, Sandy wanted to work with babies and children. Whether that was a pediatrician or a pediatric surgeon, she wanted to help little ones feel better.

Headstrong and full of energy, Sandy always knew her place was at the front. Though she could have just as easily been a bully, growing up with a sibling so close in age forced her to set a good example in front of little Penny. She soon became the girl that stood up for others in every situation. As it were, the quality paid off when she completed externships at the local hospital as her favorite patients were the little ones that couldn’t always express how they were feeling. This developed her need even further to stand up for the little humans that were in pain and help them in anyway she could. Her future career seemed to be solidifying itself before her eyes.

At the age of 15, Sandy sat her parents down with a poster presentation on her sexuality. Because of her research and the passion inserted in her words, her parents felt that she had truly thought about what she was saying. They accepted her with love and tears in their eyes. Being bisexual may have been fine in the Owen household, it was still continuously difficult outside the doors. The loving nature of her parents and sister could only get Sandy so far. It was up to her to stand up for herself at school and anywhere else. Loads of people talked behind her back stating that she was going through a stage, many thought she was doing it for attention. When she did get her first girlfriend at the age of 17, boys would flock to them on their dates to the movies and prompt them to kiss. It only took Sandy punching an unruly boy to get them to settle down once and for all. For the rest of her time in high school, she had few people bully her into submission. It just couldn’t be done.

Her first girlfriend followed her to UNC Chapel Hill where she studied Pre-Medical Sciences. The relationship didn’t last long as Sandy devoted far too much time to her studies. Sandy had decided, against her advisor’s wishes, to take more credits than was advised so that she could graduate early and begin her graduate plans. As much as Sandy was focused on her career and studies, she still made time to join a sorority, find her first boyfriend, break up with her first boyfriend, and find out that she was really into Moscow mules.

After she graduated a year early, Sandy began her graduate career at Johns Hopkins School of Medicine. At the age of 22, Sandy was finding that she was going to spend most her life in school. Though she was decently okay with that fact, she made a promise to herself to make the effort in relationships if her studies did not suffer. Much to her chagrin, the majority of her relationships did not last longer than 6 months. The reasoning all differed, but Sandy knew it was because they could not handle her busy schedule of classes and preceptor hours. She understood how they felt in some way, knowing the stories her parents would tell. It still left her incredibly lonely, yearning for something more in her life.

3 years into her graduate program a shockwave soon came that ripped through Sandy’s life, tearing up every root that ever grounded her. The death of her father came as a complete blindside. The man was healthier than his peers and always went to every doctor appointment, assuring himself a long life to watch his daughters have babies of their own. Family was so important to him. Sandy rushed home, throwing all her responsibilities out the window, begging the heads of her program to understand that she may need a few weeks off to gather up the pieces of her life. They obliged, the people at Johns Hopkins had families of their own and respected Sandy enough to know that this was a defining time in her life.

To say that the Owens were devastated would be an understatement. Sandy even considered transferring closer to home just to be closer to her mom. Suzie Owen would not have any part of that. There were many nights where Sandy would end up in her mother’s bed begging her to let her transfer home, but at the end of the 3 weeks, Suzie and Penny helped Sandy pack her things to send her back to Baltimore. Sandy ended up with a chip on her shoulder that increased her focus tenfold, something her colleagues didn’t think was possible. She took it upon herself to have her father’s legacy mean something, to complete her residency, become a surgeon, and live her life in his honor. It was the least she could do.

The years seemed to fly by as Sandy devoted herself almost entirely to her career and her family, letting other aspects of her life fall by the wayside. After her graduation and residency, Sandy made the final decision to follow Penny to New York City. Though unconventional, she knew that her little sister was wise beyond her years and made the best of decisions for her life. Sandy had to make sure Penny was going to be well taken care of and protected at all costs. So in September of 2019, Sandy made the adult decision to move herself to New York and start all over again.

Pets: No pets because she doesn’t have the time. She wouldn’t be opposed to getting a cat in the future.

Relationships:

Penny Owen: As the older sister, Sandy has ALWAYS looked after Penny. Whether they were in elementary school, high school, or in New York City as adults. Being that the two are close in age, they do have their arguments every now and then, but they are thick as thieves. After the passing of their father, they grew closer and closer. Sandy finds herself holding back emotions from Penny at times to protect her, however.

April’s Growers: After moving to New York, Sandy found herself a routine with the hospital, her home life, and her sister. She needed something more. With that, Penny told her about the Growers and Sandy had to join. Sandy likes to come up with ideas for the group to accomplish and loves to work with the group and her friends.

EXTRA INFO

Lives in 15 CORNELIA ST APT 7F by herself currently

Twitter name/twitter URL/description: Dr. Owen/sandyowen-md/☼

Five latest tweets:

@sandyowen-md: I’m just glad I get to wear teddy bear scrubs whenever I want #aesthetic

@sandyowen-md: I promise I’m not glaring at you, my glasses are getting fixed. #innocentbystander

@sandyowen-md: Siri, google insomniac cookies begin order

@sandyowen-md: apple cider > pumpkin spice #comeforme

@sandyowen-md: There’s just something about snow that amazes me everytime…

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Patricia Tucker

looks like our cool aunt is back! Please send in Tricia’s blog and face claim boo!out of character info

Name/Alias: u no who it is

Pronouns: u no wat to call me

Age: 20

Timezone: yeehaw

Activity: enough

Triggers: n/a

Password: jimmy can fast pass my ass

Character that you’re applying for: Tricia Tucker

Favourite ships for your character: tricia/aged appropriate characters

in character info

Full name: Patricia Kimberly Tucker

Birthday: September 22nd

Sexuality, gender, pronouns: straight (for now), female, she/her

Age and grade: 16, sophomore

Faceclaim: Laura Gwyneth Butler

Appearance:

Face: True to her ginger roots, Tricia is redheaded and freckled faced. Her cheeks have a tendency to turn red at the slightest amount of exercise and it just makes her freckles even more obvious. She proves that odd stereotype of gingers being unattractive to be false, as she does put just enough effort in her appearance to be absolutely beautiful. She loves her freckles, so she doesn’t normally use foundation, but she does always use face care products, lipsticks, and mascara. Her nose is pierced, one that she only takes out for church and her English class. Her hair is medium length, taken care of in a very specific way, thanks to her fathers genetics being absolutely terrible and one wrong move with her hair means it’ll be ruined. She takes pride in how she looks, because she knows she looks bomb.

Body: The freckles on her face goes down her neck to her feet. She is a dancer, so her body is very fit. She tries her best to stay in shape as much as possible by limiting her food habits and only drinking water. But, despite her best efforts, her one insecurity would be her thighs and hips. They are big compared to the rest of her skinny body. Her mother says it’s natural, it’s what all the women in her fathers side of the family have (again, the awful genetics her father passed to her). It’s attractive and just, what they call it, birthing hips. She doesn’t see it like that. So, depending on the day or the mood she’s in, she’ll either try to accept the only thing that makes her feel bad about herself, or cover them up with sweatpants.

Personality:

Tricia is, and always has been, sassy and accurate. She’s a logical thinker, but that doesn’t form her sense of humor. Being dramatic is a comedic choice for her, but when things get serious she’ll pull up receipts, facts, and shove you so hard in the ground with her argument skills that you’d regret challenging her. She is, and always will be, terrifically aweing.

If she sees potential in you, you bet she’ll work at you until you’ve peaked. She’s very determined to make the people in her life the best they can be. It might be her very good sense of character with people, but her attitude will adapt and changed with specific people to help them grow and change for the better. It’s not that Tricia needs to feel important, or like she needs to make an impact. It was more like she just wants people to stop bitching.

She’s a bit of a snake. But only if it’s for the greater good. She knows who her true friends are, and she knows who’s lying to her. She always listens to her instincts, because they’ve never proved her wrong. Never. Over all, Tricia is confident, hardheaded, quick witted, and feisty.

History:

Patricia was raised to believe she was involved with a normal family. One dad, one mom, and two children. That was the default, the nuclear family. She was taught to be average. The nice and boring Tucker family, as she would hear sometimes in school. Tricia was raised as a smart, pretty young girl who didn’t talk unless spoke to and was humble about all the work she put in for herself. Laura taught her patience, kindness, selflessness... Basically everything she thought a little girl should be taught. Tricia knew how to cook, clean, and study by the time she reached elementary school.

However, as she got older, she noticed some flaws in the family her parents were desperately trying to hide from the public. Her dad started to look angry. Craig was getting more distant. Her mom felt like a robot to talk to sometimes. But every time Tricia would try and ask what was happening, Laura would tell her to let it go. So she would. She would be a good girl, go to dance class and release her frustrations though pointed toes. After a while, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the arguments between her dad and brother. It wasn’t until she walked through the front door to Thomas throwing something somewhere, that Tricia decided that it was time for her to bite back.

She started her rebellion by snapping at her mother. She was picking at her clothes again, telling her that what she was wearing wasn’t appropriate. She tugged away, glaring daggers. Tricia proclaimed, right then and there, that Laura wouldn’t control her life anymore. Tricia will feel and do whatever Tricia wants. She’ll sit on the arm of the couch if she wanted. She’ll be on her phone if she wanted. She’ll wear crop tops if she wanted. For a while, Laura tried to fight her on it. But Tricia proved that she was determined and serious. Laura backed down, and Tricia felt powerful enough to start with her father next.

Her dad and she have always been close. For some reason, Thomas was very nice to her, and let her do anything she wanted. That being said, she found him aggravating. Purely because of the way he talks to Craig. She wanted to do something to help out her brother. So when Thomas came into her room, and started telling Craig off, she snapped. She stood her ground and defended him. But Thomas wasn’t as wrapped around her finger as she thought. He cursed at her, for the first time, and demanded she bring herself some order. She was taken back, hesitated. It proved to be the wrong move as Craig swooped in to save her. She will never forgive herself for making her brother fight the battle she wanted to fight for him

From then on, she told herself she would never hesitate again, no matter how surprising an outcome will be. Tricia will never back down. She will never show weakness. And she will never let another man tell her what to do.

Sample paragraph:

Music was loudly blaring from Tricia’s laptop. She was on her feet, stretching fully while taking small moments to reply to messages she had received through her numerous social media accounts. She focused her attention on her feet, flexing them repetitively until her ankles felt good and ready. She checked Facebook while she stuck her leg in the air, doing a split and balancing on one leg. When she was bored of the internet, she reached above her to grab her leg, stretching them even further. Good and loose, she needs to keep it up. Her leg came down so she could back up into the wall, bending down to place her flat palms on the ground.

She slowly put her weight down on her hands, rising her lower half. Tricia tried her best not to tremble, but it was pretty difficult. Her legs finally came up straight, pointed and precise. Her arms remained unlocked, as close as she could make them while moving her legs downward, towards the room. When they were close enough to the ground, Tricia got down on her elbows and placed the very tip of her toes to the floor, stretching out her abdomen intensely. When she couldn’t hold that pose anymore, she swung her feet back towards the wall and lifted herself upright, now sitting on the floor, “Haven’t done that in a while,” she commented to herself, rubbing her stomach as she got up and walked back to her laptop.

Tricia played the song that her instructor gave her, planning on starting the assignment of choreographing her own routine. She lifted her leg upwards, slowly, as the song started up, soft and sad sounding Her breathing matched what she was taught, in and out, taking her time. This assignment was going to be the end of her, but damn it all if she didn’t do a good job. Tricia bent back, reaching for the metaphorical stars before she brought it down to her chest, as if clenching the heart inside. Preform a dance that tells a somber story, her instructor said. A story of heartbreak. Tricia wouldn’t know anything about that. She’s never been heart broken in her life. Tricia threw her hands in the air, already frustrated. Great. She’ll be working at this all night.

“You’re doing good, sweetheart,”

Tricia nearly jumped at the sudden voice, turning to see her father, who had at one point stopped to watch her practice. She placed her hands on her hips, frowning at him. He frowned back, looking guilty. She raised an eyebrow at him. He sighed, looked like he was thinking, before raising his head back up to smile at Tricia once again. She narrowed her eyes even more, wanting to rip that smile off his face.

“Keep it up,” Thomas tried encouraged her, “you’ll do great at this. You’re the best little dancer that I know.”

Tricia continued to stare at him, not giving him the satisfaction of complying. He was starting to stir where he stood, looking anywhere but her eyes. Oh yeah. He really did look guilty. She remained there, challenging him with his eyes, practically begging him for a fight. He didn’t want to, she knew that. “Listen, honey, the other day—“

The nerve- was he really about to apologize? Tricia groaned and walked towards the door, shutting it in his face. Hard. He didn’t even try to move from the forceful close. Good. She hoped she hit him in the face. The teenager walked back to the center of her room, practically shaking in irritation now. The longer she thought of it, the more she felt angry. She played the song from her laptop again, letting the soft instrumental control her emotions. Preform a dance of somber and sadness. Tricia could do something much better than that.

Headcanons:

- Started dancing when she was young. She and Craig started out with ballroom lessons, but she was the only one to continue it. She branched out to many different forms, but freestyle and ballet are currently are her favorite types of dances.

- She will not answer you if you call her Patty, or Patricia. The only one allowed to call her that is Craig.

- She is a real heartbreaker. She’s known for dating guys, getting them to fall for her, and then breaking up with them. People say it’s because she’s a stone hearted bitch. But really they just didn’t keep her entertained for long. Filmore was the only one who was able to escape her heart breaking habit, as the two of them had only been on a couple of dates before calling it off.

- She’ll randomly stick her leg in the air. Doesn’t matter where she is. She’ll do it.

- She’s part of the newspaper club and the school yearbook! A pretty important part of it, actually. She’s really into writing, reporting, and researching. It’s part of the reason why she knows so much and confident in her knowledge.

- She’s really popular on social media, because really who wouldn’t want to follow Tricia Tucker?

- Aspires to be a part of the student council when she’s a senior. She also wanted to be a cheerleader, but her already busy schedule told her no.

- Tricia’s favorite afterschool activity is debate team.

[asapncah]

EEP HERE WE GO AGAIN. i feel like my intros just get longer and longer each time.. sorry not soRRY cause noah is a queen that deserves the Novel. so that’s what y’all are getting so brace yourselves for this wild ride. i’m so very excited for this reboot, y’all have no idea. OH and for anyone new here: my name is lenny, moreau is my child that i cherish more than the hair on my head, i am 21, live in the mst timezone, and use she/her pronouns ! i’m also ur friendly canadian so i’m here for any of ur canadian-related q’s!!! i know we’re a special breed lasdkjlh OK enough about me, onto the queen. y’all know the drill, like this / hmu to plot if u survive reading my Long Ass Intro.

( ariana grande • twenty three • cisfemale ) look, it's noella de luca from apartment 4B! apparently she moved into moreau apartments one and a half years ago and rumour has it, they can be quite possessive— good thing they’re also adventurous, hey? i hear they’re the hedonist of the building. 

↘︎ 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓈 !

given name: noella sofie de luca

nickname: noah

age: twenty3

birthdate: march 18, 1995

hometown: keremeos, british columbia

occupation: waitress & dog walker

↘︎ 𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 !

born to high school sweethearts, willa and antonio, who were very much in love until they just … weren’t

the separation of her parents came as a surprise to young noah but not much sleep was lost over the divorce as her parents remained civil and held no ill will towards each other — they even remained business partners

montagna park. a cozy, scenic campground just a few kilometres away from keremeos, nestled deep in the outskirts of the rocky mountains and home to the majority of noah’s most prized childhood memories

following the divorce, antonio moved permanently onto the campground as a year-round manager while willa remained in keremeos to handle the financial end of the business and raise their daughter, who spent nearly every other weekend in the mountains with her father mastering the wilderness

(tw: mention of adhd & prescription drugs & anxiety) she was diagnosed with adhd at the age of 10 after her teachers noticed her heightened hyperactivity and noah began taking a pill each day at lunch time to help her cope with her symptoms

this new routine brought stares and snickers from her fellow classmates and noah developed a harsh social anxiety with the pressures to act “normal” around her peers, but this only made her adhd worse – it’s a vicious cycle (end tw)

come graduation (which she just slipped by) she yearned to escape the confines of her small town. it was an itch that no amount of trips to the mountains could scratch so she set her sights on something bigger: europe

with the help of her parents, noah saved up for the trip of a lifetime, which she embarked on shortly before her 21st birthday and didn’t return from for several months. though she ventured across the european countryside, much of her trip was spent in italy as she reconnected with her roots and fell in love with the country, particularly florence and pisa. she paid her dues working in a small italian cafe in florence owned by an adorable old woman that reminded her of her own grandmother and made italy her home for many weeks, only returning home due to missing her parents and a dwindling bank account

while in europe, noah developed a love for journals. after finding a beautiful leather bound one in her first week of her trip, it became glued to her side and the obsession didn’t stop once she filled it up (which didn’t take long, mind you)

by the end of her trip, noah had filled up eight journals with tales of her adventures, short poems inspired by the european beauty, and songs that seemed to burst out of her like lightning.

↘︎ 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 !

vancouver became her home shortly after her 22nd birthday, a handful of months after she returned from europe. after experiencing the foreign continent’s beauty, keremeos felt small and stifling to her. the small town held no feeling of intrigue or adventure anymore so she made the big move to vancouver in the hopes of finding something more

the big city held a sort of vibrance for her, having visited a handful of times with her mother for big shopping trips and weekend getaways, and somehow the small town girl melted into the big city easily

moreau apartments caught her eye immediately when searching listings, its beautiful brick walls and ocean views promising her comfort and just enough exposure to nature to keep her sane in the concrete landscape, and she moved in immediately

due to her absolute inability to sit still and be bored, noah works 3 jobs in vancouver: waitress, dog walker, and pole dance instructor

waitress: she serves in an adorable, cozy local restaurant down granville street, close by the apartment building, mostly working morning or late night shifts

dog walker: to fuel her love for animals, noah’s gained a reputation in the neighbourhood as one of the most reliable dog walkers. you can often catch her with a small herd of hounds at any time of day, handling the tangling leashes like a pro

pole dance instructor: she found this studio shortly after her move to vancouver, wanting a physical and creative outlet for herself. she fell in love with pole dancing after going outside of her comfort zone and mastered the skill quickly, promptly bringing the owner to offer her a part time job instructing a beginner’s class on the weekends

she continues to keep journals, using the near-daily activity as a sort of meditation after a long day to ease her ever-racing mind. her collection of songs has grown considerably through her life experiences and her instagram is filled with short snippets of the lyrics in captions and videos of her strong voice that just seems to come naturally

↘︎ 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 !

aesthetics: freshly picked peaches. crisp mountain air. old denim ripped and stained from wild adventures. perfectly painted nails. thriving house plants. the scent of fresh coffee and sweet lotion. journals inked with stories and rhymes. rose gold jewelry. caramel waves blowing in the wind as sneakers trample fallen leaves. hazy rooms and endless laughter. a strong voice singing about heartbreak.

notable traits: passionate, possessive, adventurous, charming, optimistic, honest, naive, self-indulgent

best described as a freshly blossomed rose, grown in the canadian wilderness and weathered by the elements, with blushing petals beautiful enough to draw you in and thorns sharp enough to protect herself.

willa and antonio raised their daughter to have a strong head on her shoulders. their independence, wild hearts, and honesty passed down to noah easily. she’s certainly her father’s daughter in terms of her curiosity, need for adventure, and determination, but her mother shines through noah’s feminist independence, brutal honesty, and passion for creativity.

in terms of how noah’s young experiences changed her constant state of wonderment as a child, she’s definitely grown tougher and carries herself with an obvious sense of responsibility to protect herself. she likes to believe the walls she’s built since those stares and snickers in school aren’t easily broken, but she falls prey to charming smiles, trusting words, and careful eyes — it’s something she’s constantly working on, always chastising herself whenever she falls too easily

at first sight, she’s a small girl with a big mouth. her personality purposefully magnified to hide the fact that she’s afraid of getting attached. her sailor’s mouth is a surprise to most, along with her openness with her sexuality (bi af) and honesty when it comes to just about anything she has a strong opinion on (feminism, equal rights, lgbtq+ issues, animal cruelty, etC)

but for better or for worse, noah generally prides herself for having hardly a care in the world. many of her days just go with the flow and she’s not worried about her future — the future is today, as she likes to say to convince her friends to join her on one of her many adventures

one of the greatest friends one could ask for because of her strong loyalty, charming smile, generosity, and taste for adventure (it also helps that, thanks to her green thumb, this one grows the best weed in moreau ajklsh). she distracts others from developing too much curiosity about her own story by being an incredibly good listener and shoulder to cry on

to elaborate on her disorder: noah still has a prescription to aid her symptoms (most commonly fast and rambling words, an inability to shit still — showcased by tapping her feet, twirling her hair, fiddling with anything near her, etc — and a short attention span that is often interrupted by interludes of hyperfocus) but often pushes aside her pills because of her stubbornness. relying on a pill isn’t her favourite thing in the world and she likes to tell herself she can get by without them but lbr, the bitch can’t kjlhsd at least not for too long. though she keeps her problems as best a secret as possible, i’m sure someonE’S noticed her slip ups

↘︎ 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 !

this was a rollar coaster and a half. i know. i’m sorry. akjlshd please love me

tl;dr: small town girl from the mountains, raised by two loving separate parents, hardened by teasing and stares because of her adhd, but found her freedom and passion for life in europe before moving to vancouver to keep that spark alive. works 3 jobs to keep herself busy and because she just can’t make her mind on what she wants to do (waitress, dog walker, pole dancing instructor). 

first things that come to mind when thinking of noah: peaches, house plants (wink wink), fluffy dogs and purring cats, leather bound journals, and a lust for adventure.

as for connections, i want them aLL but i listed a few right here for y’all to check out. if any of those catch your eye / you’re down to brainstorm, hmu through tumblr ims / discord or like this and i’ll come to you!!!

[bby-calum]

Late Night Loving - Harrison Osterfield Imagine (smut)

request: Can I get an Harrison Osterfield imagine (smut) where it's the Spider-Man hoco premier after party and there both wasted and they have a one. Igor stand and they don't see each other for a few months after words and some how they hit it off in the end and start dating or like it ends in pure fluff??

a/n: i guess this is open for a part 2? maybe

word count: 1842

masterlist: (x)

Harrison was a lot of things when he was drunk; he was confident and cocky; he was a terrible dancer and he sung along loudly to the music, even when he didn’t know the words; he was unsteady on his feet and spent most of the night clinging onto the bar so he didn’t fall over - but above all, Harrison was awfully flirty.

Handing you the drink he just bought for you, he moved fractionally closer to you so that his knee brushed yours every now and then. Politely thanking him, you took a sip of your cocktail, maintaining his eye contact as you sucked on the plastic straw.

“How are you finding your first premiere after party then?” He asked gently, talking into your ear so you could hear him above the music. Your oldest and closest friend, Zendaya, had invited you to the premiere of her first major movie, Spider-Man: Homecoming, and she had introduced you to her co-star’s assistant and best friend, Harrison. Zendaya and Tom were both so busy talking to the press and important movie people all night, you and Harrison had stuck together, and he became your unofficial date for the evening. Since you had arrived at the after party, he bought you drink after drink, danced with you until your feet hurt, and generally just kept you company for the night. He had made you laugh more times than you could count already, and the night was far from over.

“You know what? I’ve actually had a really good time,” you took another sip. “I was worried that Z would be so busy and I’d just be stuck by myself but I’ve had a lot of fun tonight.” You swore your comment made him blush, but he found interest in his shoes, staring at them so you couldn’t see his delight. “Have you had fun?” “Tonight has been the most fun I’ve had in ages, and I have a lot of fun all the time, so that says something.” His words were slow and slightly slurred as he spoke. He reached his left hand out to play with a loose thread on the sleeve of your dress, twisting it round his forefinger. “Do you smoke?” He asked. You shook your head. “Me neither,” he said. “But I really want to go up on the roof terrace for some fresh air, you fancy it?”

As you left the bar area, Harrison grabbed your arm in order not to fall onto his face as he stumbled around. Once you reached the stairs to the terrace, you helped him up, reaching the top to find an empty rooftop, fairy lights strung across the place, a couple of large beanbags to sit on placed around the floor, and a beautiful view of the Hollywood skyline.

Harrison sat down heavily on one of the beanbags, pulling you down with him so you were sat across his lap. His nose was touching yours. Cupping your cheek with his hand, he tilted your chin upwards. His lips met yours and he kissed you softly at first before pulling away. Giving him a look of approval to continue, the second kiss was harder, more passionate and slightly sloppy. His tongue dipped into your mouth as his hands wandered, roaming your body. Pulling away, you bit his lip gently, forcing him to squeeze out a throaty moan.

Slamming his hotel door shut as he pushed your body against it, Harrison tangled his hands in your hair, careful not to break the kiss. You tugged on the collar of his crisp shirt, undoing the top button, before loosening his tie from its knot. Harrison pulled his lips away from yours, scooping you up in his arms and stumbled drunkenly as he carried you to his bed. He dropped you down onto the mattress and you watched him as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, throwing it across the room once it was off. He climbed onto the bed so his body was above yours before exploring your mouth with his tongue once again.

His right hand supported him from falling onto you while his left hand ran slowly down your side, taking in every curve and detail of your body. He pushed his knee between your legs to open them just as his left hand trailed further up the inside of your leg underneath the fabric of your dress. His lips sucked on your neck, knowing he would leave little purple marks there. He sucked harder when you tilted your head back into the pillows, stifling a moan. Your fingers toyed with the belt loops of his trousers, which were becoming a little too tight as he grew harder. Making you gasp as he took you by surprise, his fingers pushed against the fabric of your underwear, rubbing you gently.

“Let me take off my dress,” you said, sitting up so he could unzip the back. The fabric fell from your upper body and you lifted your hips so Harrison could remove it completely. You undid his belt, followed by the trouser button and then the zipper. He moaned quietly as he was no longer restrained by his suit pants. Both of you left in your underwear, you lay back down, hooking your legs around Harrison’s waist, pulling his hips against yours. The impact of his crotch against yours made you hungry for more. You kissed him again, your fingers playing with the waistband of his boxer shorts before your hands reached inside of them, giving his bum a small squeeze. Harrison smiled into the kiss. 

He found the clasp of your bra, struggling to undo it, until he finally managed with one hand. Throwing the delicate lace behind him over his head, he took your breast in his hand, massaging it gently with his fingers. Pulling him closer towards you, his hips rolled against yours, and soon you were both grinding to a slow rhythm. You ached for him inside of you. “Take off your pants,” you instructed, your voice wobbling. He did what you said as you removed your own. 

He reached into the drawer of his bedside table, pulling out a silver foil package, and ripped it open with his teeth. You helped him put the condom on, pumping him with your hand a couple of times. Once it was on, he pushed you back down against the mattress as he hovered above your entrance. His breath was shaky against your skin. He pushed inside of you, allowing you to adjust to him before he thrust into you. He quickened the pace until you settled to a steady rhythm. In and out, in and out.

Slipping out from under the sheets, you grabbed your dress from the floor and pulled it on. You glanced at a sleeping Harrison as you opened his hotel room door. You left him naked and alone after a night filled with alcohol and passion. You could still smell the sex in the air as you left his room and you were still a little sensitive between your legs.

In all honesty, you were a little scared of commitment, and you didn’t want last night to be the start of something between you and Harrison. Spending the entirety of the previous night together meant you had grown to know Harrison pretty well. He made you laugh and feel special, and you never felt he would rather be elsewhere. Yes, you were definitely attracted to him, but there was no way you could get involved with him. You lived on different continents, and he was always travelling with Tom. The changing timezones and months apart would surely catch up to you both, and you wanted to save yourself from the heartbreak sooner rather than later. Leaving him before he woke up was the easiest thing to do. That way, you could pretend like none of it had ever happened.

“Hey, will you get that?” Zendaya called to you from the kitchen as she poured some drinks. It was her 21st birthday and she was having some friends round her house for drinks and food. Her dog, Noon, followed you to the front door, his paws tapping against the floor as he trotted behind you. You saw the figures of two guys behind the frosted glass of the door, and you opened it, hearing their British accents as they talked to each other, you realised who it was before you even saw their faces.

“Hey!” Tom said as you moved to let them in. “Hi guys!” You hugged Tom. “Z’s in the kitchen.” You shut the door as Harrison entered the home. Tom left the hallway quickly to find Zendaya and you heard them greet each other from the next room. “Hey,” Harrison said quietly. You smiled at him shyly in reply, unable to tell if he still thought about the night of the premiere as often as you did. The two of you loitered in the hallway, unsure of what to say to each other. “Erm, you wanna go through?” You gestured with your thumb behind you into the back of the house. You led him to the kitchen where Tom was helping Zendaya with some food. “We came a little early,” Tom admitted with a laugh. “But we thought you guys might need some help before everyone else got here.”

Soon enough, the party was in full swing, and you could feel yourself getting a little tipsy. You sat down on one of the loungers around the pool and closed your eyes, breathing deeply. “Mind if I join you?” You heard a familiar voice ask. You looked up, your eyes focussing on Harrison, and scooted up to one side so there was room for him to sit. He sat down next to you, his leg touching yours. “Are you avoiding me?” He wasn’t as drunk as the last time you saw him. He seemed focused, like he wanted to concentrate properly on your conversation. “I’m not avoiding you. I- I just thought it might have been a little awkward if I spoke to you properly,” you confessed. “I’m not gonna lie to you, I was kinda sad when I woke up to an empty bed that morning. I thought maybe I’d dreamt the whole thing. But you,” he laughed softly, “you left your underwear on my hotel floor.” Your face flushed red, and suddenly you were grateful the sun had set and it was dark outside so your flushed cheeks couldn’t be seen. You had realised as soon as you shut his hotel room door that you had forgotten it, but the only way you could have gotten it back was to knock on the door and wake him. You abandoned it instead, hoping nobody would notice. “Sorry about that,” you said, lowering your head to avoid his gaze. “The reason I was a little upset you’d left,” he began. “Was because actually I was planning on asking you out on a date that morning.”

[mortvivanthqs-blog]

welcome to the outpost, galileo “leo” morgan, we’re sure you’ll find the place accommodating. frank dillane is now taken! please review our checklist and send in your account within twenty-four hours!

🡶 OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME lee

AGE 21

TIMEZONE est

PRONOUNS they&them

🡶 IN CHARACTER:

NAME galileo “leo” morgan

FACE CLAIM frank dillane

GENDER & PRONOUNS cismale, he&him

BIRTHDAY october 17, 1995

BIRTHPLACE atlanta, georgia

JOB(S) field leader, runner

KILL COUNT 4

ANYTHING ELSE? part of original group

🡶 BIOGRAPHY:

before the times of hunger, blood, and the dead walking the earth, leo was far from the hardened survivalist others now recognized him to be. he’d had it all— grades good enough to warrant him a scholarship for the programming course he always dreamed of being in, a loving family, decent money. on top of that, he was nothing short of an absolute whiz kid when it came to numbers and logic; thinking outside the box came naturally to him, and it was obvious in his coding.

he had dreams, you know? big dreams, like developing video games for his favourite studios, and creating a name for himself. he’d always had a passion for gaming; through his childhood and into his young adult years, it’d be something that stuck with him. every new game that came out was something he was itching to try, and he couldn’t rest until he’d beaten it.

he’d joined teams at his college, and played with the best of the best the school could offer. went up in championships against other schools, since in the twenty first century, e-sports were a valid competition. league of legends, overwatch, starcraft— anything he could use strategy to excel in, he practiced for hours on end ‘til his hands were claws, and his eyes stung. through keyboards with worn off letters and graveyards of monster energy drinks, he finally started to get somewhere.

soon enough, he’d caught the attention of talent scouts; this was sure to be a joke, wasn’t it? sure, people made careers out of pro gaming, but it never happened to just any average player. only the best of the best ever became something. and yet, here leo morgan was, faced with a choice.

finish school, or join the pro leagues? he was only halfway through his program when he got the call, but leo knew himself to be an all or nothing kind of man. sure, this dream was one he never could’ve imagined himself living, but it was now or never.

a few tense conversations over brunch with his parents later, finally, leo was practicing with the pros. and after that, months of grueling training later, he’d be debuting in the nalcs with his league of legends pro team. the national finals, broadcast and all. he was getting paid for this now, and all of it had barely begun to sink in.

they’d won, time and time again, beating team after team. he felt alive.

months passed, and soon a year; he spent half his time with his league pro team, and the other half with his overwatch crew. travelling for championships, accepting more victories than losses. streaming in his free time for the semi impressive following he’d built. aren’t you proud of me, mom? look, i’ve finally made something of myself. i can go back to school when it dies down; make a life-long career out of this.

his dream still stood, but of course, the world had other plans. at the peak of his career, everything he knew— hell, everything everyone knew, fell to pieces. and quite literally at that.

looking back at when the world ended, he at least thanked god that he’d been heading home at the time. he was a millennial that rarely checked even the news section of twitter, let alone cnn or any other reputable information source. spotify instead of the radio, the like. he gamed for a living; he was far from responsible, and only sheer luck had found him headed back for atlanta between competitions and practices.

of course, when traffic started to get chaotic, he grew a little suspicious. an emergency alert on his phone; was it that fat thumbed orange president testing the emergency broadcast system again? hell, he needed to focus on the road, because shit only got crazier as minutes passed. twenty minutes on the highway out from atlanta, stuck in bumper to bumper traffic, he finally checked his phone.

outbreak. mass casualties. national emergency. people were warned to stay in their homes, protect themselves, and wait for the military. fuck, was this some zika shit again? ebola?

turning on the radio, he finally sobered. news casters were frantic, packing up their things, and leaving home to their families. sobbing on open air. the end of the world, they said. it was finally here.

ever a skeptic, leo’s mind was finally changed once he started to see the reason for the standstill traffic before him. people getting out of their cars, running, screaming. bloodied victims chased them, gnashing their teeth; dead looks in their eyes. sinking teeth into flesh, and ripping. chewing. devouring. bodies that fell, and reanimated in minutes, but… different. leo had played enough zombie games in his time to recognize what was happening, and he knew he needed to get out. fast.

he’d been lucky enough to be driving on a shoulder, in sight of his exit, so he did what he knew he had to; taking a sharp turn, wheels on grass, he floored it. toward the exit, and up the ramp as quick as his car would take him. tunnel vision to the destruction around him; everything was in slow motion. he was in shock, but none of that mattered when he had a family to get home to.

of course, he should’ve known that the city would be as bad as it was. it was… pure chaos. drivers swerving off the road, people running through the streets in terror. some alive, some… otherwise. he’d run into one of them, as he sped down the street to his family home. got caught on his windshield, and fuckin clawed at the glass. dead eyes. he slammed the brakes to send it flying, and choked on bile as the squelch of what he’d run over hit his ears.

finally, against all odds, he found his way to his home. haphazardly parked, locked his car and forgot about all of his shit, because fuck, something wasn’t right.

their front door was wide open, and running inside, he heard it. snarling. screams and shouts. sounds of struggle. a neighbour who had been a friend all their lives now gnashed and grabbed at his father who struggled; his mother tried her best to hit the thing, but it had him trapped. they’d heard him come in, and to this day, what followed still made leo sick.

“galileo!”

leo stood frozen in the doorway, mind blanking on everything that made him who he was. the world was ending. the undead attacking his family. everything was… gone.

finally, he had the sense to run upstairs and grab the family’s shotgun; his fingers fumbled with the ammo to load it, but once he’d run downstairs, he’d found out it was… quickly becoming too late.

pointing with no sense of accuracy in the direction of his old neighbour’s head, he pulled the trigger. he’d have heard the brains hitting the wall if not for the screams of his father who was rapidly losing blood. torn flesh dangling from his body, and the look of sheer terror in his eyes. the undead assailant’s corpse hit the floor, though leo could hardly see it for the tears in his eyes. streaming down his face.

this was it. this was the end.

dropping the gun, he rushed to his father. blood covering his hands, his mother in hysterics to his right. he tried to stop it. some… desperate attempt to save him, but in his gut, he knew how this would end.

“mom… we’ve gotta stop it. he’s suffering. i’ve seen what happens after this; he’ll turn… turn into… one of them.”

his father had been the first human he’d taken down; blown his brains all over the carpet so he’d stop suffering, and never come back as one of those… things.

the second, his mother.

they’d been searching for supplies together; she had always been physically fit, so they saw no sense to separate when it came to working toward their survival. they’d been smart enough to stray toward the outskirts of town, working their way out as quickly as they could. the dead were too dense in the city’s core, and it was no longer safe.

they were raiding a mom and pop convenience store together when it had happened; at first, it was simple. get in, then get out— never stay in one place too long. however, they’d forgotten to do a thorough check of the place before scouting it for supplies; one of the undead caught them by surprise, and… crash. a scream from his mother resounded.

they’d downed him, but the struggle had knocked down a shelf and… fuck. they were absolutely fucked.

the horde of walkers once hidden had been attracted by the noise, and soon, the small store was packed with them. fuck. fuckfuckfuck. leo struggled to free his mother’s ankle from under the metal shelf; it looked well mangled, and he felt sick, but this was a matter of life or death.

he tried to usher his limping mother toward the back door, and shit, they’d almost made it. one of them had been… fast enough, and had grabbed onto her hair, and she’d gone down. he… hesitated. froze, and for two seconds long. the other half of them were after him, and he made a split decision. an ugly decision.

he left her. heard her shrieks. i’m sorry, mom.

a day later, after waiting for the horde to clear out in a nearby building, he decided he had to face it. whatever was in there, he’d need to fight. their weapons were in there. their rations. he wouldn’t have been able to survive out there without them, so crowbar in hand, he found his way back into the convenience store.

one down. two. the third that came from the back.

his supplies were in sight; he was quick to collect his shit back into their backpack and book it out of there, but… no. no. it couldn’t be.

a snarl resounded from behind him, and turning around quick as a whip, he saw it. saw… her. half of her face shredded. limping on one foot, and dragging her rolled ankle behind her. milky white eyes.

to this day, leo still remembered having to bludgeon her skull til it finally cracked, and she fell limp on the ground. he was an orphan now. both of his parents had died by his own hand. he was… a monster.

from that moment, leo’s emotions were under lock and key. he wouldn’t think about it. he wouldn’t remember. he wouldn’t wonder… what would have happened if things were different.

he grew colder as months passed; pilfered goods from small travelling groups, never looked back. travelled west on foot; there was little room to travel east in georgia, anyway.

his third was a man who’d robbed him of all his belongings; he found where he’d set up camp, and killed him in his sleep. his fourth was someone who he’d gotten into a… disagreement with along his travels. taken his gun once he’d shot him, and everything he carried on him. moved on toward his next location. casualties were a fact of life now that the world had ended. he spared no emotion. there was no time.

he’d gotten better with a gun; call of duty zombies was surely no substitute for training in the real world, but he supposed his general knowledge of weapons through gaming had helped him. he was an impeccable shot; it’d saved his ass countless times, and through sheer dumb luck, the ass of the man he’d soon know to be the leader of the group that took him in.

somewhere deep in louisiana, he’d found a charming man with a group of people, and a church over their heads. leo convinced himself it’d be a temporary situation, but as he grew more fond of his company, he decided to stay. help them gather supplies in exchange for amenities, and eventually, find a new outpost to call home; for now, anyway.

always looking forward, and never back. he couldn’t afford to anymore.  

[raindrop-rouge]

Looking Back

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This was ridiculous.

The sun shone brightly above them, its light glistening across the dark waters crashing against the shores down below, and the air had absolutely no business being this cold.

The wind had been less aggressive back at the settlement. Seeing the clear skies so early in the morning, he’d thought – naively, in hindsight – that the temperatures would climb as they’d ride to the northern coast. Waiting under the sun should have been… Possibly not comfortable, but certainly not this ridiculously unbearable.

Levi barely held back another shudder, as the icy coastal wind ripped at his cloak, and lashed at his back, dark green fabric flapping around him. Next time he’d be sent to the ocean to welcome back an expedition, he’d wear his winter gear. Did the ocean have its own micro-climate? He’d have to ask Hange later.

If the ship they were expecting back made him wait much longer, his ears and fingers were going to fall off.

He wondered what use Hange would manage to come up with for him then.

Best not to find out though. He attempted to subtly hug his cloak tighter around him. Had he been alone, he probably would have wrapped it around his head too, because the cold really was just that ridiculous. Might as well match. He considered at least tugging the worn fabric up over his ears, and probably would have, had anyone else been with him. He didn’t suspect anyone else would dare comment.

Anyone, that was, but Eren.

And of course Eren had insisted on coming with him.

Levi had tried not to read into it. Eren had been on his fair share of expeditions, as had Levi, so it made sense they’d stop insisting on going at about the same time. Levi, as much as he would never admit it, had been tiring; Eren had claimed it was time for him to help back at home (“home” to Eren had apparently become any charted territory). And while on this day Levi had been assigned to relay information from Commander Hange to the returnees and back, Eren had a best friend to greet. The young Arlert had been leading the expedition, and Hange had seen no issue with letting Eren help organize their return.  

Trying not to read into it about it was unfortunately not enough to stop him from knowing.

And trying to ignore what he knew was unfortunately not enough to prevent his nerves from zipping with tension, whenever Eren’s gaze slipped from the horizon to him.

Which was frequently.

Another gust of wind almost convinced him to uncross his arms and protect his ears from the biting chill, but then he wouldn’t be able to listen to Eren.

The young man – it was a relief to never have to think of him as “the boy” anymore –  was telling him all about the latest development projects he’d been working on. Turns out some people, mostly ex- Survey Corps members, enjoyed the relative proximity to the ocean, so what was meant to be a minor outpost was gradually turning into a village. Over the past months, Eren had helped build wells, set up a sewage system – how something sounding so gross could be the key to hygiene remained a mystery to Levi – and more recently, he’d helped prepare farmable lands, for whatever plants and crops Arlert and his crew might bring back.

“… more like an outdoor lab for Hange than a proper farm that’ll sustain the town in the future, but we have time to work on the rest of the surrounding lands. And hey, you never know, they might come up with some amazing new technique to grow crops, and then we would be able to implement that everywhere else straight away.”

There had been a time where Eren had been hesitant to speak more than Levi in their conversations. He’d been determined to be concise and only reacted to Levi’s actions. Which made sense, coming from most soldiers towards anyone higher in rank. But Eren’s mild anxiety around him didn’t come from deference to rank, he was sure.

No, once he’d started looking closer, he’d found Eren had only feared Levi’s indifference – Eren raced to make his point out of fear of losing his Captain’s attention along the way, or worse, being cut off.

And once he’d started looking closer, he’d been doomed.

Levi had found Eren looking straight back, a gaze that steadily gained in confidence over the years. As did Eren’s voice, whose lower pitch took Levi by surprise. A far too pleasant surprise. It shed any wavering it might have once had in Levi’s presence, lost any stumbling over words; and eventually, that quick pace, the haste with which he delivered his messages, vanished too.

Levi found himself drawn into conversations where more than strictly necessary information was exchanged. He never knew who started them. Maybe he’d softened. Maybe Eren had become bolder.

The boy never had been weak, or at least, never as weak as he believed himself to be; but over the years, he grew to be strong, in every sense of the word. Mature. Reliable.

Attractive.

The point was, Eren had changed, but he never looked away. Everything might have been easier, had he only.

“… and so if we get that approved, we’ll all have running hot water at any time of the day in our homes. Though of course, nothing will stop you if you’d rather keep boiling water separately. To keep sparing some for your tea.” Eren shot a bright smile in Levi’s direction.

Levi clenched his jaw to prevent his teeth from chattering. Thinking of hot tea helped, though.  

“Sir?”

Ah, he’d let Eren carry their conversation again, hadn’t he. He had to say something now, and he found himself scrambling for an acceptable answer. Not because he hadn’t listened (how could anyone ignore Eren?) – but because once again, there was no distance to entertain between him and Eren, the way there was between him and most others; and at the same time, he was terrified of giving too much away.

Then his eyes met Eren’s, and words came on their own, instinctive.

“We’re lucky Hange was authorized to come this far out with us. They’ve been proving rather useful so far, I’ll admit. Though I bet they make sure of it, knowing it’s the only reason we don’t lock ‘em up,” Levi forced through lips numbed by the cold.

Eren laughed freely, a gorgeous, rich sound. Laughing suited him, Levi considered, before slamming the breaks on that train of thought.

“Any of their inventions you’re especially looking forward to seeing?” Eren asked.

Levi took a moment to think. Most of the time, he’d imagine a certain concept as Hange described it, and then be faced with something completely different by the time they completed it.

“It’s hard to know what to expect, with Hange,” he muttered.

Eren grinned. “I guess… Since I’ve been working on a few with them, I have a good idea where they’re headed. Or so they let me believe.” He huffed a laugh, that Levi saw rather than heard due to the wind in his ears. “Either way, I’d be happy to show you the projects as soon as they’re done. I know Hange won’t mind.”

Levi only hummed in response.

This didn’t deter Eren in the slightest, and Levi was always grateful for that. Eren carried on, talking about what some of his friends had been up to lately. Maybe if Levi joined in and spoke as animatedly, he wouldn’t run as high a risk of turning into a human icicle.

He was satisfied just listening to Eren talk, however. He’d genuinely felt better about supervising the shifter once he’d stopped looking at him with all those stars in his eyes, once he stopped smiling tensely, and instead began grinning when he was excited, or openly frowning when he was displeased.

It couldn’t be said that he ever stopped trying to impress Levi either, however.

Levi wouldn’t have called that a problem, per se. Hell, Eren wasn’t the first.

The problem was that he’d succeeded.

Whenever Levi was asked to gather a team, the same name would always leap to the front of his mind. Eren was competent, and deserved his place on each mission he took part in. But, as much as he hated it, Levi had to acknowledge that he’d long stopped wondering who’d be best for a task at his side, so long as Eren would do.

For quite some time, Levi believed he’d managed to keep his, ah, opinions, about Eren under wraps. But then, when did time ever play in anyone’s favor? Here, he let a concerned look escape him; there, he’d wordlessly handed Eren what he needed before he even had to ask; once or twice, he reacted to what was obviously an injury, only to find Eren had successfully kept it hidden from anyone else’s eyes.

Maybe it wasn’t due to Levi’s accidental and clumsy encouragement, maybe it wasn’t his fault, but in any case, Eren, as far as Levi knew, had never turned to anyone else.

Fuck his dignity, the air was biting at his cheeks and he couldn’t feel his feet anymore. Levi rubbed his hands together and took small steps from side to side.

Eren’s speech faltered, and he shot a quick glance at Levi’s hands. Predictable.

Levi knew he should tuck his hands back under his arms and glare at Eren until he carried on. Especially given the only reason he was leaving them out, other than making sure they hadn’t turned blue yet, was to see what Eren was going to try and do about it.

If Eren had gloves on, no doubt he’d hand them over. Except Eren certainly wouldn’t be needing gloves in this early spring, he was always warmer than everyone else. His hands would be warm now. They’d probably be able to warm his own up very fast –

He snapped his hands back under his arms, and let shame wash over him. He’d wanted to compare what Eren would do to what Levi guessed he would. In short, he’d wanted to check just how well he knew Eren – possibly not for the first time.

He’d wanted to confirm, for the millionth time, whether or not he truly knew Eren all that well.

As if he wanted prove to himself that just maybe, he’d been misreading him from the start.

He must have been.

No one should care about him that much.

Though it was downright hypocritical of him to point at the gaps between what Eren should feel and how he did feel.

Eren cut through his inner chastising. “Sir, you know, what you said about Hange earlier… We’re lucky to have you too. I, uh. Hope you do know that,” Eren said, coming closer, but looking away.

“Hah.” Levi couldn’t help but frown.

He had been able to focus on his job rather than on Eren… as long as his job had been worth focusing on. But one day it had all been over. Relief like never before, greater than leaving the underground, or even the walls for the first time, had swept over him.

But so had a vague sense of emptiness, of restlessness, of… what now? Which was perfectly acceptable in younger soldiers; less acceptable coming from a man who could have retired.  People sought vitality and strength for expansion and reconstruction.

And people hadn’t turned to him.

Younger soldiers were favored. The older survivors were expected to take up a desk job in the administration, jobs that were entirely unsuitable for both Hange and Levi. And no matter what Hange would assign Levi to, he often though that his role had become purely decorative: his added-value laid in the morale he brought with his presence, more than in any material contribution he could bring.

And so maybe he’d grown bored. His mind was left idle enough to think about Eren. He was free to watch Eren come into his own as a respected member of both the military and of the community. Free to watch him learn to lead, and learn to listen with more patience than his younger self ever had. He’d grown, and he’d done so so beautifully.

Levi sighed. Maybe he was bored. Maybe he was tired.

Regardless, he would have found it difficult to stop looking at Eren Jaeger.

Surrendering to that notion now was inevitable, when he suddenly realized Eren’s mere presence had practically distracted him from the way the wind lashed at his face. Come to think of it, though, Eren probably had been talking for that purpose exactly. Somewhere along the way, Eren had learned how deeply Levi loathed the atmosphere when it turned the tips of his nose and ears red.

Levi supposed he should be grateful that Eren had chosen to deal with this current discomfort of his reasonably. It was well known among their friends that anything that displeased Levi came under Eren’s attack sooner or later.  Simply distracting Levi was one of his better solutions.

“Is… something wrong, Sir?” Eren asked hesitantly, head tilted to the side.

Levi was about to make a biting comment about the wind – the way he’d been sinking his head into his shoulders having most likely prompted the question – but his reply died in his throat.

The sun had begun its journey back down towards the horizon, sinking down into the ocean, far beyond where Eren stood. When Levi turned to glance at him, the sunlight caught on his eyes.

And that was that, Humanity’s Strongest silenced by the world’s most dazzling pair of eyes.

Good thing he was free to retire.

He probably looked like he was glaring (so long as his jaw didn’t drop – it didn’t, did it?), but god dammit he was going to keep staring until he’d counted all the different shades of green he could see there. Except the sun rays caused Eren’s eyes to shimmer, so the shades kept shifting (which was rather hypnotizing), so naturally he’d have to start over endlessly. And if by some miracle all the different hues and hints of green did end up counted for, well then he’d move on to the golds.

God those eyes were gorgeous, and it was simply unfair.

He’d once believed that being able to see all the pastels of a sunset was lucky, and his friends’ reactions to the ocean forced him to acknowledge the magic of the dark (murky) waters. But nature’s most exquisite palettes could never make him feel what he was feeling now, a wild mix of giddiness, wonder and awe.

When he finally tore his gaze away from Eren’s eyes, they would roam no further than across the rest of Eren’s face. The cold air brought color to his well-defined cheekbones, his hair was adorably messed up, and a smile was tugging at the corner of those pink lips –

Wait. Was he laughing at Levi? Surely his reaction wasn’t all that strange, no one should look that good in this stupid wind. And he looked so relaxed while he did it too, Levi had been braced for what felt like ages now against the cold, Eren simply stood sturdy, smiling, by his side. Ridiculous.

Suddenly, Eren’s eyes went wide, and the sunlight made them sparkle more than ever, and Levi’s breath caught – and then Eren ducked out of the way, grimacing.

Levi’s heart froze.

He knew it, he had been misreading all along, and regardless he’d always been told he had the creepiest stare, of course he wouldn’t care until it was too late –

“I’m so sorry!” Eren apologized, but looked thoroughly amused after a moment. “I should have realized sooner! It’s freezing out here but I completely failed to notice!”

What? Levi had better understand soon because this was going to provide his only possible excuse for the staring.

“The sun must be setting faster than expected, I didn’t stand right where I’d be blocking you off from sunlight on purpose,” he laughed, finding the idea amusing perhaps, but more importantly, at ease. “Anyway, I hope it’s a bit better like this?” He’d taken a step back, letting the sun hit Levi square in the face instead.

No, no it most certainly was not better, but how could he say that?

Levi’s imminent stammering of “it’s fine” was cut off by unexpected shivering. For fuck’s sake. The cold had finally overcome his resistance.

“Guess not,” Eren chuckled. Of course he’d notice. “Do you want us to climb down? Closer to shore. We might be able to find some shelter there.”

Levi knew that would have been a reasonable decision. But he threw an uneasy look over his shoulder, to where their horses were loosely tied to the trees.

“We’ll climb down when the ship will be in sight,” he replied.

Eren followed his gaze. Then he smiled. “As you wish.”

The smile froze for a moment. Undetectably, but at this point, Levi wasn’t going to deny he’d been watching closely. Levi was wondering when he’d last heard Eren acquiesce to anything requested by anyone else so easily, when Eren turned to face him fully.

A position suggesting far more confidence than the current expression on his face.

“Since we can’t bring you to shelter…” Eren’s voice wavered as Levi’s eyes narrowed, but he soldiered on, “maybe we can bring shelter to you?”

He would have (should have) scoffed, but the air was cut off from his throat as his heart slammed up against it. Eren’s smile, more timid than he had seen in years, was innocent; the look he was giving Levi was not.

Moving was impossible, his feet were rooted to the ground, eyes trained on Eren as the young man walked up to him, and stepped behind him. Levi thought his frozen expression would appear threatening. To Eren, he had to assume it appeared wary, at worst.

In any case, it failed to discourage Eren from gently wrapping his own cloak around Levi, from softly holding it in place by pressing against his back and loosely wrapping his arms around him. Whatever apprehension Levi might have had quickly melted away. Almost literally, in fact, fading fast under the influence of Eren’s overpowering body heat.

Completely rationally speaking, this was an excellent option right now. Since, objectively, this was a perfectly proportional solution to his temperature problem, it was perfectly reasonable and acceptable for Levi to relax against Eren.

Hah. That was probably more or less exactly what Eren was thinking in that moment too.

At least Eren had the presence of mind to keep talking, though it might have been in hope that if he behaved normally, Levi would feel less self-conscious. Yep, sounded like Eren. From where he stood, all wrapped up, it even smelled and felt like Eren, and that was so much more than he deserved.

“It’ll be really nice to be back home with everyone tonight,” Eren said. “Can’t wait for all the stories that won’t be going into official reports, over dinner. They’ll probably try and make us regret not going, no matter how miserable they probably actually felt out there sometimes.” Eren paused. Then, “Hey… are you considering going on another expedition in the future?”

This time Levi did scoff. “At my age? Don’t be ridiculous.”

Eren’s huff blew against his hair, warm air contrasting with the air all around them.

“I don’t think your age could stop you from doing much. And honestly? I definitely don’t think it’d be ridiculous for you to do anything.”

Levi knew Eren was smiling behind him. It made him smile too, a quiet smile, that didn’t fade as Eren’s arms ever slightly tightened around him.

Neither moved or said anything more until white sails appeared on the horizon. As they rushed down to the shore, Levi let Eren pull ahead, letting himself think for a moment.

When he took off again, he’d decided he was also excited to get back home.

The cold still bit his fingertips, and the wind still whipped at his cheekbones. The cold still crawled under his tightly knotted cravat, still tore through his over-worn cloak.

But looking back, maybe coming out into this cold hadn’t been all that ridiculous after all.

[netherwar-rpg-blog]

Welcome to the Wardens, Isaac! Your application for a WARRIOR OC has been accepted with an Eoin Macken FC.

It was an absolute delight to read through such a well thought out application with so many links to the lore in Norvik and across the continent, making this character have solid reasons for the way he is and the destiny he is going to find in the Wardens! The small charming details about his mother’s necklace and the Golwren family really make him a believable character in the world too. It will be really interesting to see how this mischievous man handles his newfound duties in the Wardens - especially as he will be teaming up with Fenarious followers and warriors of the Arm’s Guild which will surely create tension! He’s exactly the right character to bring a lot of pressure and fun in the plots, and I cannot wait to see how he develops down the line.

The application can be found under the cut. You have 48 hours to create a roleplay account (cannot be a sideblog) for your character and we will be updating our opening date soon!

O O C - I N F O

Name: Isaac Age: 21 Timezone: EST Activity Level: I’m a university student that works Thursday – Saturday most weeks, so I’m mostly able to be around on my off days! Extra: Anything to do with seizure activity makes me uncomfortable.

S K E L E T O N - I N F O

T H E - B A S I C S

Name: Jónas Llewellyn Golwren Nickname/Alias: Dara / “Dalrah” Gender: Cisgender male Age: 29 Class: Warrior, renegade Faceclaim: Eoin Macken

C H A R A C T E R - D E T A I L S

Nationality: Norvik Appearance: A man with dark hair and a severe nose, Jónas never quite fit in with the boys and girls on the island of Norvik, even as a child. Not even the flecks of green and gold scattered through the hazel of his eyes could tie him to the ethnic aesthetic of the islanders – all blonde hair and blue eyes, fiery red and green if they could trace their ancestry to Crywren before leaving the mainland. As he grew up, he took pride in being a bit of a black sheep amongst a flock of solemnity, growing his hair out until it waved and flowed like a lush mane, a sort of statement of his quiet rebellion.

And though one cannot deny the severe line of his nose, there is nothing else that’s very severe about him. Unlike most Norvik men, smiling and a sort of boyish playfulness and charm come easily to Jónas, the warmth of it lighting up his face no matter the island’s near-constant wintry cold. There’s a comforting ease about him, a flirtation in the twinkle of his eye that’s just dangerous enough that once the boy became a man, the color of his hair was no longer the reason he was being kicked out of people’s homes.

That aside, perhaps the most notable physical attribute cannot be found in the defined tone of his chest, but what adorns it. He wears a necklace that bears great significance to him, never daring to take it off even in his sleep; composed of a crescent moon charm and with it, his mother’s wedding band, hanging from a silver chain. The moon was given to him by his father when he was only a boy, the ring given to him after his mother’s passing.

Personality:

{ + } Easygoing ( + Charming) – Never one to sweat the small stuff, Jónas will always be the sort of man to give an easy smile, letting all the warmth in his bones shine through to put others at ease. He’s learned that in life sometimes you’ve just got to let the bad roll right off your shoulders. His mother always taught him that even in the coldest days of winter you’ve got to let the sunshine break through; there is always warmth to be found in laughter.

{ + } Quick-witted – And with not much of a filter to boot. It got him in trouble more often than not as a child and it was never a habit he learned to break. If there’s a quip to be made, Jónas is going to make it. And if he’s just got to roll with the punches (and throw a few of his own) as a consequence, so be it.

{ + } Truehearted – The man’s got his own set of morals and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t stick to them (even if they seem a bit off-center to the rest of the world). He will do what he sees as right even if that means dying for it. True to his word and the idea that nobility is defined by the actions of a man, he abides by a code of honor he’s made for himself through living and learning.

{ ­­- } Jaded – The perceived betrayal of the Arms Guild and the true betrayal of his own flesh and blood made Jónas weary of the kindness of strangers from a very young age, and the death of his mother cemented this. Despite the warmth of his nature, there is a defined line between going out to the tavern to get sloshed and sing some songs, and letting others see what lies beneath all the boisterous laughter and slaps on the back.

{ - } Stubborn – It takes a hell of a lot to get Jónas to admit that he’s wrong. He knows his own intellect and trusts it implicitly, making him difficult to persuade. Still, he’s not hard-pressed to apologize when he realizes he’s wronged someone, the kindness and gentleness of his mother seeping through from time to time. Though the next day he’ll go back to being just as brusque as usual, any evidence of such previous tenderness swept carefully under the rug.

{ - } Mischievous – Perhaps he’s always in the wrong place at the wrong time or perhaps it’s his stupid mouth: whatever it is, it’s always getting Jónas into trouble. He’s got a bit of a knack for it. And even when he has the right to raise his hands and beg being the victim, there are likely fingers crossed behind his back. He takes great fun in a good practical joke, and he’s very well aware of how much of an irritant he can be.

C H A R A C T E R - B A C K G R O U N D

History: Jónas Llewellyn Golwren was born just four years before his baby brother, on a snowy winter’s morn, though never would the two meet in the days to come. He was named after their shared father, though this was all they shared.

As a child he often felt out of place, not quite looking like the other children for the thick, dark hair given to him by his father, and the disdainful glances shot toward his mother by those they shared both blood and name with. Still, not even the rift between he and his mother’s family could keep him from smiling as the years passed, his father not often around, but always bringing good food and thoughtful gifts when he came to visit (often the first four years or so, less after); the half crescent moon being the last before the visits stopped for good.

At twelve years old, it is difficult to receive word of the death of a father that was romanticized for all the time in between. He remembers the desperation in his mother’s eyes when they received the letter, the choked sobs burned into his memory. He remembers the feeling of the rough parchment beneath his fingertips when he ripped it from her hands. Executed in Crywren, accused of treason by the Arms Guild, the sentence carried out by the Fenarious elders. The letter gave no apology and so neither did he as he tore at it until he could no longer see it for the saltwater welling in his eyes.

When his mother spoke to the Arms Guild about compensation, they gave her only a finely forged sword that Jónas would one day grow into. When she turned to her family, they turned her away. This is when a seed of anger began to grow in the young boy’s belly that will remain buried within him to this day.

The time between his twelfth year and his twenty-fifth were dedicated to learning how to use that sword to the best of his ability and pushing that best to be better than anyone and everyone else’s on the godforsaken island where he had no family and people turned down their noses at mere mention of his name. The older he got, the better he became, and the less he cared about letting his mouth run until he was winning brawls in the streets when the moon hung high in the sky and the music in the taverns of Daelach rose up to the heavens like merry offerings to the gods of old.

And then his mother became ill.

It started one summer afternoon when they thought she’d grown faint from the sun, but from that day on Jónas became tied to her bedside. Over the course of a year he was forced to sit idly by, watching as doctors from far and wide – one even as far as the southern border of Siften – treated her time and time again to no avail. On his twenty-sixth birthday, he finally snapped, taking to the Golwren stables and stealing a horse before setting out for Whiteflow Forest, where a flower that could cure all ills was rumored to grow.

In the forest, the dead are waiting. Growing up in city life with the smell of salt, fish, and sea, Jónas had heard of such things – the corpses that dance in the night to lure the living to their death like ghostly, ghoulish sirens of sorts – but, like many city boys, he supposes he always thought them to be things of nightmare. But the cut of their claws and the coagulated blood they leave on his sword he learns are very real.

He is lucky to be one of few men who have entered the Whiteflow Forest and lived to tell the tale, but upon his return, flower in hand, he is greeted not by his mother, but by her doctors, all shuffling feet and somber faces. He wonders if the Aeltau flower can soothe the hollow of his chest, and so he has it preserved, keeps it tucked away in his satchel where it remains when he sets out across the sea by his twenty-seventh year, his mother’s ring now joining his father’s moon, never to look back at Norvik and its people.

From then ‘til now, Jónas has traveled here and there and far between, ripping through Eldris and its taverns like a gale storm, never staying in one place for long, following wherever the wind takes him. He’s fed by the money he wins that same day gambling, and he beds women just to have a place to stay for the night (or the week, if she (or, occasionally he) manages to tempt him into staying for one breakfast that often turns to two or three or more).

From lovers’ beds to tavern brawls, to the occasional act of heroism, Jónas has made a name for himself, now known across the land as Dalrah: a tornado tearing through the land like a human hurricane. Still, he’s quite pleased by his reputation. It’s given him the chance to fly under the radar, now introducing himself simply as ‘Dara,’ tongue-in-cheek, so no one can place his name or face back to Norvik.

Reason for joining the Wardens: Having faced the consequences of the impending Rifting first hand, Jónas knows the dangers that face this world, and that he is right to fear it. And so when he has a run-in with the Wardens – being in the wrong place at the wrong time as he so often is in life – it’s only instinct to lend a helping hand, sword attached. When he’s asked to join their ranks after the fact, he decides that perhaps he’s got just enough moxie left in him for one last adventure – wanting to do what is right, and knowing that if the coming Rifting is to be the death of him, he wants to go out fighting.

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Welcome to Behind The Magic, Renee. We really loved your app for Sebastian Ivanov with the FC of Sebastian Stan and we can’t wait to see what you do with him. Please look at our checklist and send in your account within 24 hours. We’re excited to see more of you here at Behind The Magic!

PLAYER INFORMATION

Name: Renee Preferred Pronouns: she/her Age [17+]: 21 Timezone: mst How did you find us?: friends.

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name:

Sebastian

Character Faceclaim:

Please note: We do not accept FC’s who are under the age of 18.

First Choice: Sebastian Stan.

Second Choice: Ryan Reynolds.

Character’s Age:

29 or 81

Character’s Birthday:

December 23rd.

Character’s Species

Vampire.

TV Show & Occupation:

Operation unknown as William Mores.

Biography:

Sebastian was born hungry, 1936 in the Soviet Union, famine was everywhere especially with world war two on the horizon, his mother didn’t survive his birth, his father a prisoner of war – His grandmother frail and weak but loving. He was born hungry in a world with too many mouths to feed and too little food to survive on. It was a hard life, working for scraps that barely sustained him, let alone the one person who’d kept him warm on nights that the cold threatened to invade his never soul. Sebastian realized from a young age that the world was unjust, cruel, and cold. As a teenager, he’d barely been able to work due to how weak he was, but he did, returning home with bruises and change that he attempted to save. Pennies, if those. Bread was a luxury. Meat a dream. However, rarely did he go to sleep without soft words of love and encouragement from his grandmother. Still, words did little to fill an empty stomach that caused you to cry out in the middle of the night from pain.

The miracle of life was that he survived on pennies and little food and love. Those things kept him sane in a world where there were so many reasons to go insane. However, in his twenties, life changed. He had met another man, a friend who’d take him to bars and places where he’d nurse beers that made him lose a part of himself, the sanity and he would grow bold and flirtatious with anyone around – No matter the risk. One night, he’d grown bold and approached a woman who seemed to be carved from marble – Like a status of Aphrodite come to life. She’d laughed at his jokes and called him pet names, names that made his stomach swell with butterflies. So, he’d fallen for the woman who’d flash him a smile that made the world come to a halt. One night changed the hungry Sebastian was used to.

He had walked her home, his hand in hers when he was knocked in the head by a wooden board then sent him sprawling into the street. The woman had shouted, rushing to his side before Sebastian knew what happened, something was placed to his mouth and soft words were spoken to him, telling him to drink. It was the last memory he’d had of his human life. A life that left him hungry, but warm.

When he awoke, he was hungry. Nothing new to him, but this hungry was insatiable – Painfully so, he stumbled home, his friend, his best friend had laughed when he saw Sebastian, laughed until his throat was ripped into by Sebastian. The hungry felt like fire in his veins that nothing could quench. His friend was the first, many soon followed in the late hours of the day. People he knew and didn’t know alike. When the hunger ended, he realized what he’d done, what had happened and that was when the woman he’d loved came to him. Held him, allowed him to cry into her arms as she whispered how sorry she was.

For Sebastian life seemed to move by at a pace he could no longer bother keeping up with, days and nights bled into one another, feeding and sleeping were the only two things that he’d cared about now. Disgusted with himself, he couldn’t face his grandmother couldn’t image seeing her reaction to him now.

However, life had a strange way of making you realize things. He was a handsome man and after seventy-nine years of hiding, he was found by a modeling agency, they’d asked him to sign up and from then on, his face was everywhere. Then, one day, he’d discovered that people wanted him to act and despite his hesitation to be on camera and around others, he developed a deep love for the act of it all.

Plans/Ideas:

A big part of who Seb is, is that he is constantly dealing with his inhuman hunger. He has a habit of attacking people when he is even slightly hungry and I want to explore what it takes for him to realize that he doesn’t have to attack and eat like an animal because he is safe.

I also want to explore his views on relationships as his last ones ended awful. Friend? Dead. Love of his life? Dead. Grandmother her raised him? Dead. He is afraid of relationships of commitment to anyone.

Anything Else:

Nope!

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Welcome (again) to A Cup-pella, Jeanne! We’re excited to have you and Haley Sterling in the game! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours. 

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: Jeanne Age: 25 Timezone: EST Ships: Haley/Chemistry, Haley/Nerdiness Anti-Ships: Haley/NoChem

IC INFO

Full Name: Haley Nicole Sterling Face Claim: Virginia Gardner Age/Birthday: 23 / September 17, 1995 Occupation: Part-time acup barista, part-time level 1 instructor through NYC Ultra Gymnastics, part-time student at NYU, defender for April’s Showers Personality: Competitive, impulsive, determined, naive, ditzy Hometown: San Francisco, CA

Bio:

Oh, the Sterling family. If there was ever a group more fitted for a reality TV show on TLC, it was them. That’s how an outsider would see it, at least. For Haley, it was just her family. The first few years of her life were spent loving her parents and little sister, and then her second mom and her second dad came into the picture. Whenever she went over to her friends houses growing up, they introduced her to their parents. Haley did the same, it just so happened she had a few more parents than them. It wasn’t the picture that she saw on TV, but that didn’t really matter. She had a family that loved and doted on her, that’s what mattered. She was an incredibly content child - set her out in the backyard to run around and play, and she was a happy camper. Or set her up in her bedroom, playing with her little sister (once upon a time, Jemma really did play with barbie dolls properly). She was content, and she was friendly, always running up to strangers and asking if they wanted to be her friend. Needless to say, her parents had to have the stranger danger talk with her more times than she can count, but the fact remains that Haley has always been a people person, easily able to settle into a crowd.

Dedication isn’t a word many people would associate with Haley even today, and it never has been. She comes across as having her head in the clouds 9 times out of 10 and she wasn’t exactly a contender for valedictorian. She’s not the person you to go if you’re looking for reliability, and that’s why a lot of people are thrown off when they find out she’s been honing her skills as a gymnast since the age of 4. It wasn’t some kind of “love at first sight” moment, where Haley knew she wanted to make it her life from day one. On the contrary, she remembers crying in frustration when she couldn’t get a somersault down as easily as the other kids in her class (granted it was within the first week of classes, but Haley’s child mind didn’t care about that).

That’s why it was so invigorating when she finally nailed it by week two… Haley’s never been known for her patience, you see, but the one thing she’s got going for her is that she doesn’t quit. She doesn’t quit because of that same excitement she got when she perfected that first somersault right, followed by her first cartwheel, her first handstand, mastering her first forward tuck and everything over the next few years as she climbed up the levels. She was 8 years old, level 9, when she got her first first place award on the uneven bars, subsequently helping her team take home the win as well. That, my friends, is when Haley fell in love with the sweet taste of victory.

There wasn’t time for Haley to ever cultivate many other areas of extracurricular interest. She’d arrive at school an hour before classes started to make use of the gym’s empty weight room for strength and conditioning, and immediately after school she would make her way down to the gymnastics center for more hours worth of practice. Her dedication and prowess in the sport are what helped her lock in a scholarship offered by NYC Ultra, a gymnastics club located not too far away from NYU’s campus. The school itself didn’t have a gymnastics program, but NYC Ultra had scouted her during her final meet during high school and offered to help fund her higher education if she joined their team upon moving. And its a good thing they did, because her grades certainly wouldn’t be earning her any academic scholarships.

Leaving her family had her balling like a baby, but Haley found herself settling in to New York City life eventually. It was a much different pace than San Francisco, that was for sure. Still, Haley prides herself on never really feeling like a fish out of water, especially since she quickly made friends with the other members of her gym and then at school. Her decision to major in social work was based in her family’s own unconventional-but-still-good history, and as much as she struggled to maintain her school, practice, and work schedules, she did find herself liking the course she was on. She was a full-time student for her first two years, but recently after much debate and guidance from people significantly smarter than her, Haley made the choice to go from full-time student to part-time student.

At the same time, she also made the decision to retire from competing in gymnastics and try her hand at coaching, something she’s discovered a love for. She’s now certified to teach entry-level gymnastics, and she thinks she’s found a good balance to her life. It also lost her her academic scholarship, but with the time she’s freed up from her previously strict practice schedule and full-time course-load, it’s all been a relief. She can study without feeling pressured to make it a priority, and is able to both work and be involved in athletics at a pace that lets her enjoy herself rather than feeling constantly stressed. Sure her schedule is pretty packed, but it’s all things that bring her happiness, so it’s worth it.

See, the thing with Haley is that if she isn’t interested in something, it falls to the wayside. But once she finds her passion and groove, she is all in. That’s the reason why she can’t sit through an algebra class without daydreaming, but she’ll give you a point-by-point breakdown of why Laurie Hernandez should’ve taken the gold for the Women’s balance beam during the 2016 Olympics, or make an entire PowerPoint on why Digimon trumps Pokemon (she’s still gotta catch ‘em all though, make no mistake). She knows what she loves and doesn’t waste her time or energy on things that won’t end up bringing her personal happiness and fulfillment. Is that a good way to be successful in life? Probably not, but has it helped Haley get through the last 23 years with minimal sadness and reason to say she didn’t give something her all? Absolutely, 100%, a thousand times yes.

Pets: Haley has had iced coffees last longer than some goldfish. She’s pretty much given up on trying to keep any kind of pet alive at this point, so instead she has her bedroom windowsill decorated with succulents. They’re less likely to ruin her carpet and lose her her deposit.

Relationships:

Jemma Sterling — She’s the first person to admit that Jemma is far from perfect, but she’ll also attempt to rip anyone’s head off who dares insult or undersell her baby sister. Watch it, folks. Haley adores Jemma, even if she does worry her from time to time with just how… we’ll say just how “free” she can be. It’s probably not the best idea, but she trusts Jemma wholeheartedly. In a way, Haley is a little envious of how open her sister is with everything, but that’s a story for another time. She still loves her to the moon and back and then to the moon and back again.

Blair Anderson — Haley and Blair dated for a short time, but that didn’t make it hurt any less when the broke up. Or at least Haley calls it a break up — she won’t say it out loud, but a part of her felt completely jilted and forgotten about when Blair went on her cruise. It’s been months since they’re brief fling, and while Haley hates being anything less than UBER SUNSHINE HAPPINESS, she’s also still angry with Blair. Could she suck it up and just talk to her to get resolution? Of course she could. Has she? Absolutely not, Haley lacks that kind of foresight for common sense.

April’s Showers — Even though she replaced being on a gymnastics team with coaching, Haley did miss the extra boost of athleticism that came with constantly being in practice. She got the idea to join April’s soccer team from her sister, and it’s definitely been a big help in keeping her endorphin levels high and her laziness levels low. It feeds in to her competitive nature, and she digs almost everyone on the team so far. Being on the same team as her sister means they have to share the family brain cell at the same time, but Haley’s enjoying herself.

EXTRA INFO

mmmhalebop ☄️ / HaleyStorm / i’m secretly the fourth member of Hanson

Five latest tweets:

@HaleyStorm: @marvelstudios pls call my insurance company and tell them you’ll cover the surgery to have the heart you ripped out of my chest replaced @HaleyStorm: manny santos hiking up her thong will always be iconic #whateverittakes @HaleyStorm: #gymnastsecret - if you see me hold a position on the bar too long, it’s bc i 100% blanked on the rest of the routine @HaleyStorm: tba @HaleyStorm: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! guess who just saw a dog, me it was me you don’t have to guess

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Alexis “Lexus” Martin

out of character info

Name/Alias: Lindo Pronouns: hhh Age: 24  Join Our Discord: I don’t have a discord :/ Timezone: EST Activity: aaaaaaaaaaa Triggers: heterosexuals Password:jimmy can FAST PASS MY ASS Character that you’re applying for: LEXUS Favourite ships for your character: chemistryyy

in character info

Full name: Alexis “Lexus” Martin Birthday: June 15th Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Bisexual, cis fem, she Age and grade: 18 Appearance: Lexus stands at 5′6″ with curves in all the right places.  Her eyes are bright blue with a ring of green in the middle and her face is peppered with freckles.  Her hair falls to the middle of her shoulder blade, the color of leaves on an autumn day.  She’s fit, given the job she has her body is her main source of employment.  Her nails are always painted some form of fun color, usually acrylic and sharp enough to tear skin.  Despite her petite size, she packs a mean punch and will knock you out if you step out of line.   She has her ears pierced twice and often flaunts a face of makeup and fake lashes-- always wanting to look her absolute best.  Her belly button is pierced, usually showed off when crop tops and hot pants.  Her legs are long, often accentuated with high heels.  To put it simply, Lexus is hot.

Personality: Lexus has always been the “mean girl”.  She won’t hesitate to tear you down or rip you a new one.  She’s the pitbull of the Raisins, ready to throw hands at any time if someone sticks their nose (or hands) where it doesn’t belong.  Despite this, at work she’ll flirt with literally anyone that’s seated at her table-- it’s her job, after all, and tips are always bigger when you sugar coat everything.  Most of her regulars worship the ground she walks on, and if they don’t they fear for their lives because she can and will end them if they misbehave in the restaurant.

When it comes to the other Raisins girls, Lexus is seen as the mother hen or big sister.  She’s incredibly defensive and protective of them while also relentlessly teasing them for their faults.  It’s basically “only she can make fun of them”.  This is most notable with Porsche, whom she mocks for her stupidity constantly, but if someone outside of her clique were to attempt it they’d end up in the ER.

History:  Alexis was born to a a seventeen year old cheerleader and her jock boyfriend.  It was love at first sight-- and the shot gun at the alter was there to make sure of it.  She grew up in a trailer park with an overworked, asshole father and a fleeting debutante mother.  One was always drunk while the other was constantly chasing her youth.  When her father’s job could no longer support the family, her mother took to stripping in an attempt to make ends meet.  

This had an impact on Lexus, whom constantly saw the worth of her mother’s beauty over all else.  Eventually, her deadbeat dad went out for a drink with the boys and never came, setting the two back and forcing their financial status to once again drop.  When Raisins opened in the fourth grade, Lexus was one of the first to apply.  She saw how her family’s struggle lessened with her mother’s new career and figured her new job would do nothing but aid them. 

She was pretty, for a kid, and thus was able to gain quite the reputation.  Most of her money went to helping her mother whom didn’t seem to see any problem in her 8 year old daughter working at what was essentially a children’s Hooters.  With the morality out of the way, the two girls managed to support themselves throughout Alexis’s childhood.  When she finally hit the age of legality, it was a no brainer that she sought a part time position at her mother’s strip bar where the cash really came in.  Of course, her loyalty to Raisins and her girls wouldn’t let her entirely quit, so she still has a few shifts at the restaurant.

Sample paragraph: Neon lights flash back and forth, accenting her darkened silhouette as her body is spun around the pole one last time.  The song comes to an end, someone calls her off and she takes a moment to collect her bills off the stage and exit.  It’s 2am-- the club is closing down and the last few patreons are being escorted out on wobbly legs and shoved less than gracefully into awaiting cabs.  Delicately manicured fingers grab at a nearby rag, wiping any remaining sweat from her body before tugging on a big pull-over sweater and pair of shorts.

Her feet sing a chorus from the angels as her stilettos are tugged off, replaced with comfy socks and converse.  She checks her makeup in the mirror as she passes, smudging away a stray eyeliner wing and pulling her ginger locks into a loose bun.  A sigh leaves her bright red lips, stray bills being shoved into her purse as she leaves from behind the stage and towards the back entrance.  Lexus passes a few of her coworkers, giving them loving goodbyes and patting one of the bodyguards on the shoulder in a silent “good job”.  She doesn’t need his help, and he knows, but her appreciation is still expressed regardless.

The redhead exists the building, shivering slightly at the harsh Colorado air and she makes a beeline for her car.  The vehicle springs to life with a click of a button and the redhead slips into the driver seat and immediately pulls out of the parking lot.  It takes off down the street, only stopping to retrieve a bottle of liquor and a pack of smokes from a gas station.  She’s not old enough to legally buy, but her and her mother are so well known by most of the staff that the look the other way when she comes to pick up her mother’s “medicine”.  Items in hand, Lexus continues the drive back to the trailer park and enters through the front door with a “I’m home Mama.  I got somethin’ for you,” before the door is shut behind her and she’s finally separated from the world for the night. Headcanons: 

She carries a bat in her backseat and a pistol in her purse

She’ll kick your ass

She’s the group mother, very protective of her girls

Lexus is afraid of bugs and WILL scream if she sees one before smashing it to death

She has never had a girlfriend or boyfriend simply because they’re too much work

She doesn’t really believe in love, except for the love she has for her mother.

Lexus is NOT ashamed of her careers and is actually very proud of her body.  She believes it’s empowering and that she basically owns every man in South Park because of it

Anything else: hmmmmm im gay

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Welcome aboard The Kingdom, VALENCIA LOPEZ! We are so excited to share this once in a lifetime journey with you, and no matter your status, we hope you enjoy your stay aboard our most luxurious cruise liner. Andie, please submit Valencia’s account within 24 hours, making sure to read over these instructions carefully before sending in your link. We’re excited to write with you!

BEHIND THE CHARACTER.

NAME/ALIAS: Andie PRONOUNS: She/Her AGE: 26 TIMEZONE: EST ACTIVITY LEVEL: 6/10 ANYTHING ELSE?: RFP!

YOUR CHARACTER.

FULL NAME: Valencia Andréa Lopez FACECLAIM: Lindsey Morgan AGE: 28 BIRTHDAY: 6/26 ORDER: Fourth TYPE: Solo GENDER: Cisfemale PRONOUNS: She/Her SEXUALITY: Pansexual/Demiromantic BOARDED IN: Miami

JOB SPECIFICS.

JOB TITLE (CREW): Digital Marketing Specialist and Personal Trainer

WHY THE KINGDOM? (IC)

I was just looking for something new. I love LA, but working in a bar and training the same clients all the time…I needed a change. When I heard about this, I jumped on the idea. I’ve always wanted to travel, and this seemed like a great way to do that without becoming totally broke.

BIOGRAPHY.

Born 6 weeks early, Valencia gave her mother quite the scare, due to stress from her father leaving when she was just 6 weeks from her due date, the woman went into labor far too early, and by some kind of miracle, Valencia was born without a health issue in sight. Sure, she had to stay in the hospital longer, was much smaller than most babies, and had to have constant check ups as she grew, but truthfully, she was perfect. Meant to be a late summer baby, but born at the end of June, it was clear from the start that there wasn’t much that was going to stand in Valencia Lopez’s way in life.

Valencia had always felt the pressure of being perfect. She knew that she had to do well in school, had to get into an ivy league school, and had to fulfill her own unrealistic expectations. And she enjoyed the pressure. She found books, and school fascinating, and it was rare to find her without her nose in a book. In fact, it was her love for school so much that drew her into tutoring. She was determined to help other students feel the same love and passion that she felt. And more than anything, she loved the sense of pride she got whenever someone she tutored finally began to understand their coursework. And she was stubborn, she could never give up on someone she was tutoring, she’d explain things 300 different ways until there was finally a way for them to understand.

It was this passion that had originally given her the idea to become a teacher, however, that dream changed quickly. While she thought being a teacher was a fantastic path, and she could see herself being undeniably happy in that role, there was something else tugging at her attention. Underprivileged schools. Schools that could not afford the tools that she’d always dreamed to have at her disposal growing up; schools that could not even afford books in some cases. After spending her years at just such a school, she was drawn into charities to try and help raise money for educational programs. And it was a short jump from there to education reform and local politics.

While she dreamed of making a real positive change in her very own community, she knew there were definitely obstacles, mainly her insecurities. She often got so nervous before public speaking, that she’d get physically ill. Fortunately, most times, once she finally got over the stage fright, she’d have an outward appearance of grace and charisma, even though on the inside she’d be terrified. Len just hoped that after enough practice, this would change and she could grow more comfortable in front of a crowd.

She had high hopes for this, solely because of the realization that even just looking back to her childhood, she’d grown much more outgoing than she had been as a child. She was quiet, and unbearably shy. Her first grade teacher actually suggested having her tested for learning disabilities, and getting her into speech therapy, solely because she almost never spoke. Her mother knew what those tests would say, however, and that was that she was quite smart, advanced for her age, even, and that she was just quiet. It was hard not to be quiet in a home that was full of loud, strong women, when Len just felt that she never fully added to the conversation. Then, as a teenager in high school, while she was still not nearly as out-going as her siblings, she was able to speak up in class, and she had a rather solid group of friends, which was all she really felt she needed.

Things seemed to be going very well for the girl, she had her group of friends, she had her dreams of the Ivy League and even knew what she wanted to do after, but of course, things don’t always work out they way we want them to. Like many teenage girls, Len met her first love during high school. Things were wonderful at first, he was completely supportive of her dreams, and they were genuinely happy. Her friends liked him, as far as she knew everyone liked him, and why not? He was wonderful to her, and no one seemed happier for her than he did when she was accepted into Yale, her dream school. But they had plans to go to different schools, and it soon ended.

There was no way her mother would be able to afford any kind of college for her, so she worked hard to earn scholarships but even still it wouldn’t pay fully for Yale, however her abuela had put quite a bit of money away for all of her grandchildren’s education. That combined with her many scholarships, and some financial aid, she could get by with minimal loans. Except, shortly before Len was set to graduate, the woman suffered a heart attack, and lacked health insurance, leaving her with the only choice of using Valencia’s college fund on medical bills. Len was devastated. No amount of financial aid would cover the costs, they didn’t make nearly enough to get approved for loans that big, and just like it felt like everything she had worked so hard for was ripped away. Len was devastated. She didn’t understand how this could happen. She was overjoyed that her grandmother was okay, but she didn’t know what to do from there. She was forced to settle for a school that would offer her a full scholarship, and decided to go to California, hoping to get away and start fresh. She chose UCLA, as her flawless GPA and numerous extracurriculars, she was a dream student, and would be able to go without owing a dime later on.

As far as family went, Len loves her family unconditionally. While her father left before she was even born, and never bothered to try to come back or contact them, there was never really much for her to miss. Her mother worked endlessly to take care of her, her older siblings and younger siblings, and her abuela stepped in to help out whenever she could. She learned from a young age to work just as tirelessly for anything you wanted. It was where she got her work ethic when it came to school work. She was incredibly strong willed and hard working, and she liked it that way. Her family never had much, but everything they did have they earned. When her brother was born, it was really up to her and her siblings to take care of him, as her mother continued working just as hard as ever, and then again when her younger sister were born. When her older siblings were working or weren’t around, it fell to Len to care for him, and they have always been incredibly close. Len began tutoring as soon as she was old enough, bringing her baby siblings with her whenever she needed to watch them and tutor at the same time. And later in college, she had a job at all times, even while doing a full course load, sending money home every week to contribute. She didn’t know anything else but to work hard. She began waitressing, and then trained to bartend. As it brought her far better tips she began to lean more towards that side for the money, but the social aspect of it was a bit outside of her comfort zone.

She also got very into physical fitness in college, mostly as a means of self defense, she didn’t like walking back from late night classes, or to her car after closing a bar, so she started to take classes. Soon she had enrolled herself in classes to become a trainer. She has a huge passion for fitness. So when she saw the ad for the kingdom she applied for two jobs. Teaching workout classes, and personal training, and also for a digital marketing specialist position. Her degree wasn’t in marketing, it was in poli-sci and economics, but she’d certainly learned enough through both to qualify for the position. She was hired for both and she was thrilled. 

As far as love goes, after her high school boyfriend, it was a long time before she found anything serious again. She was 21 when she finally met a guy who she felt like she could commit to. She dated him for 4 years, and finally broke up when she realized he was getting ready to propose. He wanted to be serious, he wanted to be with her forever, and she suddenly realized she didn’t. It was shocking to have that realization, but she was glad she’d had it then and not when he was asking her to marry him. After that she stuck to mostly flings, just hooking up with people when she felt like it. Including one of her best friends who’d she met through the bar, and that’s how she plans to keep things for now.

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Kenny App

1) Mun information: Name/Nickname: Will Preferred pronouns: he/they Age: 24 Timezone: Eastern 2) Muse information: Name: Kenny McCormick Mob Alias:  Age: 20 Birthday: March 22nd Height: 5'6" Mafia: Cosa Nostra Appearance: Kenny has dirty blond hair, half of it is because he usually doesn’t shower much, so it’s often dirty with dust, soot, and dirt. His eyes are a baby blue, and stick out the most on Kenny’s face, it’s usually the first thing most people notice. Kenny is on the skinner side, considering he doesn’t eat much because he can’t afford food. Kenny also has a missing tooth where his right back tooth should be.  Occupation: Kenny works at the local auto shop during the day as a cover. During the nights he usually works as one of the Capos and had a small team of 20 men, usually doing odd jobs here and there (alcohol sales and illegal gambling) as well as an informant depending on if you have the right cash.  Backstory: Kenny grew up in poverty thanks to his deadbeat dad. His mom currently works at a factory job. Kenny used to work at the same factory as his first job, but soon left it seeing as it wasn’t for him. His parents stumbled upon the Cosa Nostra family when they were trying their luck at their casino. after falling into so much debt, the McCormicks decided to make a deal with paying off their debt by joining as grunts. Kenny showed exceptional promise, dropping out of school at a very early age in favour of pursuing his criminal career. 3) At least 5 headcanons about your muse:

-Kenny dropped out of school once he turned fourteen, deeming it was harming his family’s situation more than helping it considering how expensive schooling was.

-Since Kenny can not die, he’s often more reckless with his life. Of course he can be cautious when he has to.

-Kenny alias “Rodenticide” is from the fact that Kenny is poor and deals with poison mainly as his choice of weaponry.

-Kenny also carries a black pistol with a cross on it, given to him by the higher up that trained Kenny, his name was Bugsy and he was Kenny’s favourite to work with and shadowed before he died.

-Kenny is genderfluid, but he’s way in the closet. He usually dresses up as a flapper for undercover jobs, mainly for tracking down deadbeats whom owe money for the Cosa Nostra family from gambling.

4) Sample Paragraph, give at least 1-2 paragraphs that showcase your roleplaying, the only limit is your creativity:

Tonight, was the night. The night where Kenny finally got to do a job with Bugsy. He would do small alcohol sales here and there with the other low ranked grunts. But he was quickly showing promise. Even after being in the family for only a couple of years. Bugsy, was the mobster who showed Kenny the ropes. He had been shadowing the mobster since his family started working for one of the biggest mob families.

They already were at the location of a known poverty stricken family on Kenny’s street. Luckily, it was way on the other end of the neighbourhood, and a few blocks away from Kenny’s house. The people who lived in this particular house, were gambling junkies, hooked up on opium. Even though the drug was illegal, mob families had a strong supply of it running through the streets, and Cosa Nostra was no different.   “So…What’s the job here for the Big Cheese?” Kenny couldn’t keep his mouth shut any longer. And he was curious as Bugsy pulled up a couple of doors down from the house. Bugsy glanced over at the blond and ruffled his hair.

“The boss wants us to go on a collecting spree. A couple at that house over there owes the family money. They took a loan out and have yet to give the money back. It shouldn’t be too heavy. Just enough for a starting job for you. You’ll be doing this on your own soon or with your own team.” Bugsy turned the car off and opened the door, giving Kenny the signal to get out. “Now, let me do the talking, alright?” Kenny gave a nod, getting out of the car himself.

The two of them headed up the stairs towards the front door. Bugsy took the front while Kenny stayed beside him. His gun that Bugsy gave him when he started was tucked below his waist pants, ready if he needed it. Bugsy kicked the door down and headed inside, the shorter male close behind him. “Hello?” Bugsy called out. He headed deeper into the house, heading upstairs. Bugsy kicked the door down to the bedroom, a man who looked rough for his age was on the bed, high as a kite.

It was very often for the clients they loan sharked for, to try and overdose in hopes of avoiding to pay their loan off. Of course, this almost never worked unless it was mixed with something. But the man didn’t look like he was suffering from opiates, which were different. “ I got this guy, check to see if the woman is in the bathroom. Stay safe Kenny.” Nodding, Kenny headed for the bathroom as Bugsy attempted to slap the male back to sobriety.

Kenny opened the door to the bathroom. It looked disgusting. Drugs littered the counter by the sink. The mirror cabinet was broken, glass was all over the tiled floor. The backing of the toilet was gone, and the lid was torn off. The shower curtains were ripped, and the shower head was missing. There was only a pipe where the water would spurt out. It was absolutely disgusting and reminded Kenny a little too much of home. But that was the price and the types of clients the family usually targeted. They were the type who were gullible enough to get tangled in this mob mess.

Just as Kenny was about to check the cabinet below the sink, He heard a yell come from the bedroom. Kenny bolted up and rushed to the bedroom as fast as he could. Bugsy was on the floor, holding his side, where he was bleeding heavily. A woman who looked not all there was standing above him with a bloody knife. Without thinking, Kenny pulled his gun out and fired bullets into the woman’s chest. When she finally fell, Kenny rushed over to Bugsy, pressing his hands on the male’s side.

“Didn’t think druggies would be the end of me. She was hiding in the closet. I didn’t even hear her. Sorry you gotta see this kid. But, you gotta get out of here. I found some money hidden in the mattress. Take it and run. I’m not asking you, I’m ordering you.”

“But-”

“No buts.”

“There has to be something? Anything?”

“Sorry kid. We can’t be attracting any unwanted attention. Go. Run. We don’t know who these people know.” It was useless to argue. Kenny wiped the tears that some how managed to fall and stood up. He made his way to the bed. The man was still unconscious but Kenny knew he wouldn’t be bothered. Kenny took a pillow, pulling it out of the pillow case. There was a hole where Bugsy inspected where the cash would be. Kenny quickly transferred the money from the mattress to the pillow case. He tied the pillow case and went back over to Bugsy.

“See you big guy. I’ll never forget you.” Kenny gave a small smile and gave Bugsy’s hair a ruffle before taking his car keys from his pocket.

“See you in Hell kid. Be safe. This world ain’t kind.”

Kenny walked over to the door frame, giving Bugsy one last look before rushing down the stairs. He bolted out of the house, taking Bugsy’s car. His hands were covered in blood and he was shaking. Sure Kenny had experienced death many times. It was the price that came with being immortal. But witness someone dying was very different. Hopefully, it was something Kenny didn’t have to deal with again. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he made his way back to home base to deliver the money and to finish the job. In Bugsy’s honour.

Accepted

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Mason Duval Accepted! Welcome back, Ro! We’re excited to see what Mason will bring, you know what to do.

Name: Ro

Age:

22

Timezone:

PST

State an account where we can message you:

This one

How active you’re going to be: (1-10)

6/7 sorry about disappearing the last time but I got my ish together now

How did you find out about this roleplay?

been innit

Why do you want to play this character?

Think it would be pretty interesting to play him out and delve into all his feelings

Anything else you would like to tell us? (Changes, suggestions…etc)

Nope! If there is any changes I need to make though just let me know and I’ll work on it asap.

IC:

Preferred Ships:

Mason x Chemistry

Sample para:

RFP.

Name: Mason Duval Birthday: May 13 (25) Species: Hybrid Lookalike: Hunter Parrish Availability: Taken

Personality

There was a time that Mason could’ve worn his heart on his sleeve but with the loss in his life he decided against showing an ounce of care. He prefers to keep himself at a distance from everyone and everything. Unless he’s in your debt, which he makes sure he never is, he isn’t the person you want to rely on to get you out of a bind. He’s stubborn, he’s aggressive, and if he wants something then he doesn’t care what he has to do to get it. He’s also witty, charming if he needs to be, and smarter than people think playing himself down most of the time. After losing those he cared about most, witnessing death, and being the reason behind it he has accepted the idea of it all catching up to him one day and he isn’t afraid to face death but he’ll make sure to go out with guns blazing. When he’s not telling someone to bug off, it’s usually because he’s had a bunch of drinks, whether they’re made up of blood or alcohol depends on the night. He can have fun and push his limits with others while he does, but at the end of the day none of it or them matter to him.

Past

There was nothing quite like being in a pack. To be surrounded by people who understand you entirely, that have gone or will go through the same hardship as you, at least, for when it came to the subject of being a wolf but Mason wouldn’t learn of such bonds for a few years. For the first few years of Mason’s life he lived in a small town located in North Carolina. His father was a man he’d learn to hate and his mother was a broken woman too afraid to stand up for herself or her child. His father had a temper on him, one that would end in most days with him yelling at Mason’s mother which would turn into him getting aggressive with her and Mason crying as he ran to a hiding spot after being told to run and hide by his mother through her own cries. She took the hits so Mason wouldn’t but she wouldn’t be able to protect him forever and that became evident the day his father took out his anger on Mason for a change. He was being told continuously by his father to pick up a mess he had made. Mason kept repeating the word “no” and laughing since the whole thing was funny by the four year old boy. However, to his father, it wasn’t anywhere near that. One hit and Mason was crying, then because he wouldn’t stop crying his fathers hand only came down harder. From that day forward both him and his mother were victims of the older males abuse.

Every year he got older and as he did, the more he endured from his father. Even though he was a boy, anything he did wrong, anything that was slightly less than what was expected of him and his fathers disappointment in him was shown by the marks and bruises he left on him. His mother stood by silently, which left him feeling resentful towards her for not stepping up for him, for the both of them. There was a fear in her eye though that Mason didn’t understand, for years, maybe it was just the fear for Mason’s life or, what he later thought, what might become of his father if he ever took a life. Then there came a night when Mason was nine years old, they were all sitting around the table getting ready to eat dinner. His mother was bringing out the soup she had made when she stumbled and that same warm soup fell right into his fathers lap. Next thing Mason knew, his father grabbed onto a fistful of his mothers hair and was throwing her onto the ground. The hits and kicks started rolling out along with her screams. Mason jumped onto his father trying to get him off of her but it was no use when he was thrown back. His father wasn’t stopping and it didn’t look like he had any plans to so Mason got himself up and ran into his parents room, making a b-line to the safe his father had. One that he had watched his father over time open while he was around, never paying attention enough to realize Mason was always looking. Opening it up he grabbed the gun and ran back out to the dining room. A second later a bullet was ripping through his fathers back, sending him to the ground. He had no idea the real consequences of what he had done, his mother scrambling to get up from the ground. There was a moment when she locked her eyes on Mason, that she looked at him with the same fear she had towards her father but then she was running towards him, throwing the gun aside and wrapping him up in her arms telling him it was all going to be okay. Standing there silently as she did, he looked at himself in the mirror across the room noticing the glow in his eyes, saying nothing to her in return.

That same night his mother started frantically packing up their clothes and a couple of other things she deemed important to take. After she put everything in the car, the two of them got in and she started to drive. Mason would ask her where they were going and she would simply continue to say it was all going to be okay, eventually he just stopped asking. His mind was settling in with what he had done to his father, really he had only meant to hurt him. To get him off his mother, to get him from killing her but he was only nine years old and now he had to live with that kind of blood on his hands. It would change everything he was physically and mentally. He fell asleep in attempts to stop seeing his fathers dead body but the nightmares that came only made him toss and turn till he ultimately gave up, opening his eyes to see them surrounded by trees and mountains. At some point she stopped, grabbed a backpack full of water and other things that looked like weapons but he didn’t quite understand. Then she grabbed his bag of clothes but left her own something he didn’t pay much attention to that since everything they were doing in that moment puzzled him. They walked and they walked and they walked some more after that. Mason started complaining that he was tired and hungry but his mother stayed silent the whole way. When they started hearing other people, Mason wasn’t sure what to make of it but his mother seemed to know exactly what she was doing. That was the day Mason was introduced to the Appalachian Mountains Pack or as he likes to think of it, the day he stumbled upon strangers who stared at him and his mother until their pack leader came up face to face with them.

Mason’s father was the one with the wolf gene, but his mother knew all about it. She dug herself so deep into that world, it was how she met Mason’s father in the first place. It was also how she knew about the werewolves in the mountains. Mason was left in the company of the leaders daughter while his mother talked to him. Astrid was only a year older than him but she seemed way more put together than he did. She tried to get him to loosen up, seeing the seriousness in his eyes, but Mason didn’t want any part in it. After what seemed like forever, his mother eventually came back to him. There were tears in her eyes as she walked with him to give them space from the others. Once they were far enough his mother stopped them, got down to his level, and started telling him how much she loved him. She told him that he had to be a better man than his father was and that these people would help him do that. He didn’t understand why she was crying during her little speech until she reached the end of it, telling him that she wasn’t going to be staying. That she had to leave but she’d miss him every day and she’d never stop thinking about him. Mason started protesting but then a man came up behind him, grabbing hold of Mason to keep him from running after his mother. She worked her way out of his grasp and then she was running in the direction they came while he was left yelling out for her. He never saw her again after that and at some point, he stopped wanting to. The man holding him back from taking off turned out to be the man that took Mason into his life. Him and his wife accepted Mason like he was their own but it wasn’t so easily acceptable for him, not at first anyway.

It was a whole different world that he was literally dropped into and he was desperately trying to make sense of it. They opened up his eyes to not only who they were but what they were and most importantly, what he now was: a wolf. His own temper was testing his patience from the changes in his life and the feeling of abandonment not to mention the issues that came from killing his own father. He was quiet most of the time and when he wasn’t, he wasn’t saying anything nicely. It didn’t help the night of his first full moon. As a kid going through something so painful, he thought he was going to die but Luka, the man that became his father figure, was there for him through all of it. There was only one thing he fulfilled from what his mother had said as he grew up and that was that he became a better man than his father but not because of what she had said either. It was all thanks to Luka and Mia who, through all the things he put them through at the beginning of his arrival, raised him and loved him unconditionally. To Mason it was like the years before he lived with the pack no longer existed to him. He became apart of them, they were his family and he’d lay down his life for any of them if necessary. He was okay with the way things ended up for him even though it was driven from a dark time in his life but he thought that, that kind of pain was behind him, boy was he wrong.

The day that hunters came looking for bloodshed Mason was out with a couple of the others when the hunters suddenly fell on them. There was a moment of panic that he felt but it was wiped away when he was knocked out. The last thing he could remember was the blurry figures of who he now considered his parents being hauled away with a some others. When he woke up he saw two of the others dead around him, he wasn’t sure why he was left simply unconscious, maybe they thought they had killed him, maybe they thought he hadn’t triggered his gene yet but no matter what the reasoning was he had little time to think about it. He started running back towards the camp to tell everyone else but that was when he realized how long he had been out for. Astrid was returning with Aila, he watched some of the others as they took her sister from her arms all leaving Astrid to her own moment. He watched her fall to the ground as she let out a scream in which he could feel her pain in. He knew, right then that he was back where he started. Astrid later confirmed it that both Luka and Mia hadn’t survived and he was left alone again, despite being surrounded by the pack. The strides he made over the years seemed to mean nothing to him now, he withdrew from the others, his temper was once again being tested, and he made a promise to himself to never feel that kind of pain again.

Most of the time after that Mason kept to himself, he almost considered leaving but then two people came around that caught his attention. Tyler and Hayley, looking to break some sire bond from Klaus Mikaelson, a man he had heard of and hoped to never meet for himself. Tyler being half wolf and half vampire, it had Mason intrigued and a little bit envious. The strength that the other must’ve possessed, the upper hand he could have from being not one but two species was something Mason wouldn’t mind having himself. As quickly as the ideas of what could be came, Tyler had done what he had been there to do which sent both him and Hayley on their way. Leaving Mason to wonder what he was going to do and if he chose to leave, where he would go. That decision was one he sat on for a while, because even though nothing had been the same for him after Luka and Mia’s death, the pack still looked at him as one of their own so was he really ready to turn away from it all? It was like the universe decided to actually give him an answer. Astrid had been away and came back, only to decide she was leaving again. Mason stopped her, telling her he wanted to go with her which is when she gave him the details of where she had been and where she was going back to. She told him about the extra vile of blood she was going to return to Klaus since Aila rejected the offer and Mason didn’t hesitate to tell her he’d take it.

He wasn’t a fan of answering to Klaus, sire bond or not. He made sure to break that the second he became a hybrid but for Astrid’s sake he followed along. It didn’t end up being the worst thing in the world since learning from a young age to be apart of a pack meant having a leader, Klaus became that to him in a way whether he was on board with it or not. The bloodlust was a new thing for him to get a handle over, sometimes though he lost himself in all of it. His emotions being heightened wasn’t much of a walk in the park but eventually he learned to control himself and then he detached himself from as much as he could. He led his life differently than he ever had before and even though he didn’t feel as much everything was much more enjoyable that way. Over the years he’d come in and out of being by Astrid’s side, wanting to stick with whatever deal she had made with Klaus but still wanting to do things on his own and see more of the world since he had been so sheltered in the mountains. It was always fun and games with him. The only time emotions got the best of him was when he felt guilt after learning what happened to the Appalachian pack thanks to a Lucien Castle but he buried the loss deep inside of him and moved along like he had learned to from a young age.

Present

Sharing a place with Astrid in Mystic Falls, he comes in and out of the small town since it reminds him of the suffocation he felt before living with the wolves in the mountain. Unlike Astrid, his loyalty to Klaus comes to an extent but when it comes to protecting Hope. He’d die for the little one before he let anything happened to her, having a soft spot for her. As much as he enjoys having some fun, Mason tries to stick to his own stuff not looking to make any deep connections with people and the last thing he wants to do is get caught in the middle of all the messy business that has zero to do with him.

Connections

Astrid & Aila King

They were in the same pack together, experienced loses together. Astrid has been the only constant person in his life since he was left behind by his mother with the Appalachian pack so she’s about the only person he considers a friend.

Tyler Lockwood & Hayley Marshall

They came at a time in his life that had him questioning what he was going to do with himself and although he never had a deep discussion about it with either of them, they guided him unknowingly.

Lucien Castle

He hopes to learn about his death some day for what he did to the wolves.