#kieran / introduction

[xxinkyshadowxx]

sometimes teal mask and indigo disk(and honestly sv in general) dont feel like actual things that happened like no way a super popular franchise has some fucking emo boy that we curb stomp and divorce, a tube of toothpaste who thinks he knows how to manipulate people, a girl that probably plays animal crossing way too much and constantly makes the incorrect buzzer noise, crispin, old men in love, yuri love triangle, rika, some parentless guy who jumps for joy after making some magic herb sandwhich, dragon dog thats going to terrify a subway employee, green eight year old that murders three losers by going bonk, dont forget to smash that like and subscribe button, a antibullying group that was a discord server that is now a feared gang, nemona, transgender pro cringe weeb lesbian, two lesbians which have the most difficult hair to draw, femboy emo ice man, attempted murder turtle, and larry

like excuse me how does this game exist????

[agentc0rn]

🏮Happy 1st anniversary teal mask!! 🏮Thank you for the many cool memories, awesome mons and characters that we met along the way! Ogerpon the iconic 🙌 I’ve met many cool people on here through shared interests in the story, expressed in many fun arrays of art, writing, memes and etc.

[ominous-faechild]

CHARACTER INTRO:

RISING FROM THE ASHES

KIEVA CARON

(slightly sarcastically) “I'm sorry, it appears I must've left my sense of humor at home.” - Kieva Caron

Despite being the adoptive son of Caron—head of one of the world's most well-renowned academies and a man extremely prominent in the public's eye—Kieva himself is a bundle of mysteries.

When Kieva was only seven years old, a feral berserker appeared on the outskirts of Maunne. It brought ferocious storms, savage lightning, and a senseless brutality with them, attacking all who approached and causing dozens of casualties.

None of the local guards or mercenaries were able to do much more than escape with their lives or those they'd been tasked with protecting.

So they sent for aid from the king, who then dispatched Kieran Caron himself—a man well-adapted to combat and disabling opponents of all kinds—to quell the savage beast's fury.

Only for him to discover that it was a child.

A child incapable of speech, more animalistic than human... ignoring, of course, the fact that it wasn't human. But Caron still saw it just as worthy as protection and love as any other, and, recognizing its frenzied attacks were attempts at self-defense, petitioned to be allowed to take in and raise the child himself.

He was later named Kieva.

Due to Kieva's inability to speak, read, write, or understand language prior to his adoption, he was never quite able to tell Caron or any others why he'd been found in the frantic state he was. By the time he knew enough to share what'd happened, he'd long-since forgotten... and had grown comfortable in his new life as Caron's son and Tián's brother.

Kieva's history prior to his adoption is surrounded in mystery, but his life afterwards is easily tracked: he was raised no different from Caron's biological son, treated with love, all but pampered, and allowed to wander about Lotus Academy to attend any and all classes so long as he never disturbed other students.

Which... he didn't.

Even before Kieva officially enrolled in classes himself, he observed other students learning, lowkey participated in lessons when he could without disturbing others, and picked up various skills from his observations.

So Kieva had a major head start—alongside being raised and given self-defense lessons by Caron himself—when he officially started taking classes himself.

And that's not even mentioning his berserkerness.

Berserkerness?

Kieva Caron is a berserker: a creature gifted with enhanced senses, healing, and strength—both physical and magical—directly tied to their emotional state. Positive moods make them generally healthier and more resilient, while negative moods take a toll on their overall health, strength, and resilience.

Anger and fear can even further boost the strength of a berserker, amplifying it past "inhuman" to straight-up monstrous. They can crush bricks or trees with a simple grip, heal from near-fatal wounds within minutes, react to things with a speed and dexterity far beyond human capacity, and accomplish magical feats 10x their usual might. All it takes is for them to choose to lose control.

That's where berserkerness turns into a curse: tapping into that power slowly corrupts both their will and appearance, making them visibly less and less human while increasing their tendency toward rage and violence.

Even if they manage to stray from the path of wrath, their appearance will be forever warped, a reminder of what they've done.

Although it's unknown in-universe—and, in fact, theorized to be random or genetic at best—berserkers' appearances are warped relative to one (or both) of two things: what they want to be or what they see themself as.

Beyond his typical berserker antlers and fae-tipped ears, Kieva has two pairs of wings—a small set on the sides of his head, naturally covering his ears, and a large set stretching over his back and shoulders that let him fly.

Similarly, he sometimes can have talon-like claws for fingers and the taloned legs of a falcon.

Which brings up the last point—although it's next to unheard of in berserkers, Kieva naturally has mild shapeshifting abilities. On top of being able to mildly warp his limbs and features to hide parts of his berserkerness (but never remove his wings or antlers), Kieva is able to transform parts of his body into electricity. He uses this ability during fights both to avoid attacks and to move near-instantaneously across large distances.

Not only is Kieva an absolute mystery because of his origins, but he's a marvel in the face of what arcanists and scientists alike thought they knew about berserkers.

Fortunately, Caron has kept their investigations far away from him.

And may it forever be a mystery.

Appearance

Beyond his fae-tipped (pointed instead of rounded) ears, double-pairs of silvery-gold wings—one small pair often covering his ears and the other, large set stretching over his back and shoulders—and deer antlers, Kieva otherwise tends to look human when not tapping into his berserker strength.

Kieva is a pale, effeminate, 5'7 (170cm) young adult man with messy, shoulder-length white-blonde hair he often ties back into a bun, grey eyes, and thin-but-soft features.

Kieva overall has a wiry frame, bags under his eyes from a frequent lack of sleep, and often appears deadpan or unassuming.

After the beginning of RFtA, Kieva gains (non-continuous) burn scars over his jaw, chest, arms, and hands from the Disaster of Vemor.

Personality & Motives

Kieva, now aged 19, has long-since acclimated to his life as Caron's younger son. Early into his childhood, he would constantly wonder about his life before, where he'd come from, and what had happened to his biological family, but he's given up hope of learning.

Not only are the memories lost to him, but Caron's own investigations—incredibly thorough and the results of which were occasionally shared with Kieva—pulled up nothing.

So, instead, Kieva has fully accepted Caron as his father and Tián as his brother.

Caron's strong sense of justice—and the nobility of taking him in to begin with—has rubbed off on Kieva, making him incredibly stubborn, kindhearted, and protective of his loved ones.

Despite his known origins as the berserker that terrorized the outskirts of Maunne twelve years ago, Kieva is an incredibly calm and collected person, mostly minding to himself. He's overall professional, but turns deadpan sassy around his friends and casually intimidating with aggressors—both his own and others'.

He's spent his entire life learning about combat, had nothing but a loving family who've made him well-aware of his strengths and weaknesses, and has no problem turning the tables against those who deserve it.

Kieva wants nothing more than to become a knight, protect those in need, and, most importantly, make his family proud.

So... how's he going to feel when the investigations into the disasters around Kihroin start bringing up more questions about his past?

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[citrustoast]

21.02.24

me-core

@citrustoast (current) - main blog

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[wet-cat-tournamemt]

Welcome to the wet cat tournament!

Where all of your faves can fight to the death and see who is truly the soggiest of felines

For those who don't know, a wet cat is a fiction character that's grumpy and sad, or just otherwise pathetic and just generally has the vibes of a cat that's been drenched.

Have fun and good luck !!

The character roster:

[sodascherrycola]

Declan Robert Horan (@dextrbh)

DOB: August 11th 2009 Age: 21 years old Hometown: Mullingar, Ireland Nicknames: Dec, Dex, Dexter S/O: Amelia Clarke Kids: None Best Friend(s): Charlie Tomlinson and Edward Styles Aesthetic: The biggest Irishman you'll ever meet. Next to his father of course. He grew up mainly in Mullingar with his parents, of course being as young as they were, wanted to keep close ties to their family in case of help. Both Niall and Emma wanted to keep traditions and culture mainstays in their sons upbringing, causing the cutest little Irish accent in their boy. His voice was so tiny and his accent was so thick, his buddies could hardly understand him when he spoke and interviewers loved having him on whenever they could. He grew up playing footy with Charlie Tomlinson backstage and continued in school up until the end of high school. He was very good and ended up playing for Manchester with Charlie years later. He was very happy and giggly all the time, making himself laugh just as much as his family and peers. His little brothers looked up to him endlessly, and tried to recreate his antics, which Emma sometimes had to put an end to.

Kieran Dane Horan (@kit..horan..)

DOB: April 28th 2014 Age: 16 years old Hometown: Mullingar, Ireland Nicknames: Kier, Kit S/O: Samirah Dougherty Kids: None Best Friend(s): Xavier Malik and Maisie Payne Aesthetic: Kit a kind spirit. He could light a room one step through the door. As a baby his parents were constantly being told how precious he was. Kieran was still very young during his father's time during One Direction and his mum's pop stardom. He was always a blessing to have on tour however. He and his brother were the real stars of the tour behind the scenes with members of the staff. Kieran was always meant to be a performer, ask anyone that's ever worked with his parents. Kit used to drag Declan to put on a show for everyone, family or friends, it didn't matter. Emma started taking him to the studio as soon as he could talk and walk. He had a spark with music that Emma recognised in her husband. When Kit turned 11, Niall and Emma bought him his first guitar with a little note scribed into the base; 'our baby, our son, our star xoxo mum and da'. He still uses the same guitar today, in his band touring around the world. One time he almost lost it in Iceland and cried to his mum on the phone for two hours until Xavier came in and told him that it was actually still on the bus, not the hotel. Absolutely adores his parents and thanks them in every speech he has ever made.

Angelise Maura Horan (@angelhoran)

DOB: January 12th 2017 Age: 13 years old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Ange, Angie, Angel S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Annie Tomlinson, Blake Styles, Riley Payne, and Seif Malik Aesthetic: Angelise would be described as friendly and talkative. The minute she said her first word, she didn't shut her mouth. Speaking of her talking a lot, she was the first in her family to be born with an English accent. She grew up mainly in London, England and so her words sounded far more posh than that of her parents or siblings. It was a silly thing to her family, especially taking her back to Mullingar to visit her grandparents and surprising them with her voice. Angel grew up surrounded by her "cousins" and was best friends forever, her words, with all of them. She never excluded anyone, and if she saw someone sitting alone, would run up to them and ask to play. Even with older people in restaurants. It was common for her mum or dad to pull her away, though the elders never minded the little girl and loved sitting with the family while at a cafe for lunch. It was a sweet thing, but the paparazzi knew they could always get a word from the young Horan. Niall and Emma had to give her the talk about the paps quite young due to her expressive personality. It scared them to death sometimes, but she was a smart girl and knew better. She still struggles with her parents fame to this day and has become quitter because of the immense fear of messing up under the public's eye. Her parents constantly reassure her though, especially her dad, who she is very close to.

Quinn Grier Horan

DOB: April 17th 2023 Age: 7 years old Hometown: Mullingar, Ireland Nicknames: Q, Quinny, Quintin S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Marshall Tonkin and Lila Murphy Aesthetic: Quinn grew up solely in Mullingar like his parents. He has never known anything different. Of course, sometimes his family would go on holiday somewhere else, but other than that, he was based in Ireland. When Emma was expecting him, she had sat down with Niall and explained her worries of raising her children in the city, so far away from their immediate family. Niall was a bit hesitant when Emmy mentioned giving up her career to settle down with her babies in their hometown, but she made sure he understood that it was truly what she wanted. A break from all the spotlight and time with her kids was all she wanted after almost 15 years of fame. They moved into a lovely house a few minutes away from Niall's family home and down the street from Emma's mum's house. Quinn had a funny way of thinking. He loved messing around and finding silly ways to remember things and words. In school, his teacher's noticed this and changed their lesson plans to help him and many of his classmates. It made class more interesting. He was a bit of a celebrity in Mullingar because of his parents. All the kids wanted to be his friend, but he only ever played with Marshall and Lila, his friends since nursery. They always ran around the town getting their school clothes mucked, sleeping over at each other's places, and bothering their parents for more time at playdates. Quinn was the only one of the Horan kids to truly have a proper childhood, away from curious eyes and public.

[toadalled]

For people who found me through tumblr and haven’t followed me over from twitter: HI!

I’m Kieran! I’m a bug-obsessed chick with a passion for art, animals, monsters and silly and serious rants alike. I’m really digging tumblr since I joined a year ago and I plan to spend more of my time here in the coming months. If you ever have any inquiries, my ask is open and my email is smatterbugs@gmail.com for commission related questions and such! Thanks for looking!

(Also if we were mutuals on twitter and we’re not here, feel free to give me a poke! I don’t always recognize who new usernames belong to!)

[firehananas]

Probably unpopular opinion but I hope Kieran will be paired with Pecharunt (and eventually Carmine with Ogerpon).

I feel it'd be a nice arc for Kieran (post DLC2) AND the peach pest.

Carmine and Ogerpon would be interesting too (girlbosses TM) but I guess either protag is fine too (closer to the originals DLCs stories).

I just don't want Kieran and Ogerpon as a pair because it'd ruin his whole arc (and what would be the point to be so insistent on Ogerpon NOT wanting to go with Kieran the whole DLC for him to get her in Master?), and I'm sure Kieran could with his story help Pecharunt to get out of its... way to obtain and give love.

[voidrulerora]

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[eli-writes-sometimes]

The Remnants of Shadows Character Intro - Kieran Alexanderson

The character that everyone wants to know about, but barely anyone actually seems to know.

He/him

Umbramancer (shadow manipulator)

Trans, known to everyone as Kiera

Rejected his father after he tried to use his "daughter" as nothing more than a political tool

Vanishes five years before the story begins, and leaves behind nothing but shadows covering everything in his room.

Cassius' main driving force is to find out what happened to him

Character tag - #kieran tros

[theybolted]

ღ   *   ➜   (   damian  hardung   ,   cis  man  ,   twenty  five   ,   he  /  him   )  it  seems  like  kieran  helberg  might  be  making  a  new  home  in   mystic,  connecticut.   an  original  character  from  percy  jackson  and  the  olympiansclub  was  seen  walking  down  main  street.  while  they  arrived  five  months  ago  ,  they  do  not  believe  they  have  been  here  their  whole  lives.   

name : kieran helberg

age : twenty - five

gender : cis man

pronouns : he / him

sexuality : bisexual , biromantic .

shipping status : selective .

[navillee]

I need to talk about sub Sylus. I got the mental NEED to go against the grain and spread the word, so here I am.

All lads' men can be subs. You guys aren't seeing it cause you vision what a sub should be is restricted.

Sub Sylus 𓅨

an Introduction

Sylus has so much potential as a sub and you all are committing the nastiest sin for ignoring that possibility;

I'm gonna say that once: all that facade he proudly polished being the Onychinus leader is just to hide the fact that he's a finsub. And probably a SAM too;

Let me elaborate to the people who also knew he was into something but couldn't figure it out. Sylus doesn't fit what most people consider the standard for a submissive men is, but that doesn't mean that he's automatically a dom, or that the things making Sylus eyes spark – quite literally – are approaches reserved to doms only;

First of all, it is clear he's a finsub. Finsub is a shortcut to 'financial sub', and the term explains itself. I'm 100% sure that as soon as you enter the N109 zone, he was already requesting a credit card for your use exclusively. It didn't get delivered in time. That's why he landed his at the protocore auction;

"5 million. You offer will make people think I'm broke. Wouldn't want that, sweetie." That line alone explains everything, on top of he only sounding satisfied when you bought every protocore there;

He loves showing off to others how healthy he is and how no other but him is suitable to spoil his dom miss hunter;

Did you ever notice he's always spoiling you? Dresses, high-quality protocore-based weapons, week dates to expensive and exclusive restaurants, jewelry, even a private fireworks show. Luke and Kieran are always running down to Linkon to deliver you something new in the middle of the week because Sylus can't wait the entire week. He never can;

Sylus gets off watching his bank account movement as you spend his money. As higher the spent, better his orgasm;

You can spend all you want, but he made sure to request that every time you wish to buy a new set o lingerie, he could give his humble opinion on it;

On top of that, he always gives you hints about what he wants you to use on him. That's why you had to stop opening your message app on the hunter's association computer browser: Sylus can send you links to a new sex toy any time during the day. As I told you before, he can never wait properly;

"They made an exclusive high-quality leather collar craved in rubies." *sends the link of the N109 zone's craftsman* "Wouldn't that match my eyes, mistress hunter?"

It's a matter of three days wait to receive the said collar at your apartment's door. That's Sylus way to make you visit his mansion;

And THATS when his other side bloom. The SAM sub side. 'SAM' is also a shortcut that stands for a combination from "pain slut" and a brat. Sylus is both;

I mean, come on, he made you shoot him, and since the evol resonance failed, he acted like a desperate brat. When he noticed that his behavior was making you dislike him, Sylus noticed that it was better to show his freaky side little by little, to not scare his darling away from him;

But he couldn't even if he wanted to. You two are attached to levels that neither of you can actually understand. He knows that, and he wants to explore his desires with you because they're made to suit yours. He knows that deep inside, you want to devour him as much as he wants to feel the pain;

Is that threatening feeling that makes his eyes sparkle in blood red. That's why there's this push-pull dynamic happening with him. It's because he's desperately trying to bring out your dom side;

That's when the second name he refers about you appears. "Miss hunter," "mistress hunter," is just the surface level of Sylus as a sub;

It's when "ma'am" slips out his mouth that you know you have this man on your hands. And "ma'am" isn't "mommy." There's a substantial difference between them. That's why every sub is different;

As an example, let's use another lads man as an example: Rafayel. Rafayel is the type of sub that refers to you as "mommy." From his behavior to his tone of voice, his "mommy's" melodic calls are a meeting awaited for centuries, it's a sign of obedience, an eager plea for guidance to a comfort place where he doesn't have to worry anymore;

Sylus "ma'ams" are pleas for destruction. He wants more, and he wants harder;

"Yes ma'am. Can you do it harder? Fuck! I need it harder!"

You're entropy to his universe. As you two reach the chaos together in a complex dance of testing the others' nerves, more alive he feels.

He teases, and he teases way too much. You should always keep attention to his body signs cause he's reckless when there's a collar around his neck. When he watches the rubies of his now favorite collar shining on the mirror, all he wants is to you to break him;

Put a pretty gag on his convinced smile. He doesn't want praises, so when he starts drooling slut him out. Watch Sylus getting hard with your condescending tone. He will keep mumbling back cause he wants more;

Force him on his knees, kick his legs spread apart, and pull his hair back. The face of eagerness approval he will give you is gonna be priceless;

Slap his skin, face with your hands, thighs, and ass with the so commented good leather toys he bought. Do that every time he shows himself unable to keep his damm hands on the handcuffs;

Rip his skin with your nails. It isn't like he gives you other options. When Sylus notices you're scratching him, he will find a way to piss you off. "I thought your nails are sharper than that," "a kitten can't scratch it like tiger after all, shouldn't put my expectations too high." Watch him hiss and arch as you paint his torso with thin red fillets of his ripped sensitive skin;

I think he's also okay with spit, especially on his mouth;

He is large and tough. He can take anything, and I mean ANYTHING you give it to him;

Shove a vibrator right on prostate and keep pumping his cock, test him to see how much he can handle until he breaks;

Because when he, in fact, breaks, there's nothing left but a dumb slut that can only mumble unconnected words – swearing disconnected sentences in its great majority;

When you finish with him, he will be a mess, head too cloudy to think as you take care of his bruises;

Isn't it like you could prevent him from walking around with little to no fabric on his torso inside the house. He's definitely an exhibitionist. Those are bruises worthy to show of, anyway, he likes seeing himself in the mirror with them, it feels right;

As he watch them fade away, it is just a matter of time for him until he starts to get on your nerves again, to make your obscene art on his skin and on his mind.

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

P*rn ☆  Introduction

Masterlist Word count: 1 k Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains sex, swear words, porn, smoking, intimate piercings, mentions of drugs, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

Mature content under the cut. This part is setup. No graphic content yet.

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It's been fucking years! Not by your choice. No, not at all. You just hadn't had the time or the energy, but God do you crave it. It hadn't really bothered you the first year. You had gone on dates regularly, but despite your love for intimacy you need a certain level of connection before you lay down and take it. Sure, you had a few nice connections but no one that managed to turn you on. 

Not like he does. 

Ever since your regular booty call called it off, you started watching some adult content. At first nothing really seemed to call to you. You were flipflopping from category to category as if you were flipping through a magazine, leaving you high and dancing on the edge of full gratification every single time. Sure, you came but it never felt that great. 

Then you found him. 

Tall as a fucking mountain, grey hair, red eyes, sly smile, toned body, strong nose that's ever so slightly crooked. You even remember the little scar under his left eye. But what does it for you, most of all, is his voice. Low and gravely, constantly teasing and commanding. There's something more to it though. When he gets to the edge, it's almost as if he wants someone to take over and it fucking gets you going. Makes your panties go from bone dry to soaking wet in a matter of seconds. 

Worst of all, the man has a TikTok page and a Tumblr page. Neither are all that suggestive. The TikTok has some thirst traps and workout videos, but the Tumblr page is a different story. On there, he reads spicy romance books to his audience. He had tried it before on YouTube but got taken down real fast. Those books, the way his voice picks up and changes with the story. It's truly something magical. You'd almost consider it better content than the videos of him stroking his dick, though you don't mind that those exist at all. 

And today is Friday, which means he's posting a new chapter and there's a possibility of a new video on TikTok. Nothing too riveting but enough to get you going and keep you going for the weekend. You're looking at a long and satisfying weekend with your magic wand. Just one more hour until your shift is done. 

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'Again?!' Sylus’ voice booms through the living room of his apartment. If it were any louder, the walls would shiver. 'I was so fucking careful this time,' he says through gritted teeth. His hand has a strong grasp on his phone, almost snapping the thing in his fit of rage. 

"I don't know what to tell you man. Maybe someone followed you?" Kieran, the ever daft creator that makes spicy content with his friend Luke, tells him in the kindest voice he can must up. He knows just as well as Sylus that the man is impossibly popular. It all happened overnight just a year or two ago when he made a video humping a pillow and groaning praises to a nonexistant partner. Ever since then, he's been making content solo. It's doing much better than his partnered stuff used to.  

It also came with unwanted attention. Sylus lives for the praises and truly feral comments on his socials and spicy content, but this. This goes too far. It's the third time in as many years he's been doxed. If it were a stalked he could go to the police but it seems to be someone different each time. 

Sylus groans and runs a hand through his hair. 'I should move further away this time.' 

"That's the understatement of the century. Just be glad they haven't got your name yet." 

Yet. The word rings in Sylus’ head for a little longer than he would like it to. If those feral women and men got his name, he would never get any peace again. Sure, he was the one that decided to put his face in all those videos and that might've been stupid. It is stupid. Especially for someone who likes his privacy as much as Sylus does. 

"Oh, Luke just said he knows a place for you. He has a friend who owns an apartment ages away from your place. He's been looking for someone to lease it to." 

'I can trust this person?' 

"Yes, for sure. I know this guy too. He's some flamboyant artist that owns too many properties to keep track of who lives where." Sylus sighs, a rumble going through his chest. 

'Fine, get me the contact info.' 

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'You doing anything fun this weekend,' your friend and colleague Tara asks with a sweet smile. You almost spill and tell her, but she's far too pure to understand any of your desires. It'd be better to keep this friendship as wholesome as it is. 

'Nothing much. I don't have any plans for once. I'm probably going to binge that TV show you recommended.' 

'Oooh, tell me what you think about it,' she replies excitedly. At that moment, a car honks, and she looks up. Her lovely boyfriend is waiting for her in the car. 'See you soon,' she says with a quick wave and off she goes. The man even gets out of the car to open the passenger door for her. Such a nice man. He waves to you and you nod back. You know him a little, but he never comes along to any company events or dinners. If you're not mistaken, his name is Kieran. Nice guy. 

You make your way to your car and drive home. Traffic is terrible but uneventful. All you can think about is sitting down on the couch at home and listening to whatever Red Crow has cooked up this time. 

Next

[ominous-faechild]

CHARACTER INTRO:

RISING FROM THE ASHES

SAMMY BARDALES

(half-jokingly) “That was all part of the plan to make you think that was the real plan.” - Sammy Bardales

Once a homeless boy of dubious origin in the capital city of Roucon, Kihroin, Sammy was recruited into the prestigious Lotus academy after displaying his prodigious healing magic during the relief efforts of Vemor.

Kieran Caron—founder and headmaster of the Academy—personally recruited Sammy following his aid in Vemor, covering for the expenses related to his attendance, helping him adjust to life off of the streets, and giving him the last name and identity of “Bardales”.

“Sammy Bardales” is supposedly the son of Maya Bardales, an ex-Cirranian coliseum healer who escaped the country with her son, hid within Roucon to avoid re-discovery, and eventually died due to health complications arisen from the plague.

Except... Maya Bardales never existed.

But there's now a lot of paperwork suggesting otherwise.

In Caron's words, he helped Sammy because “regardless of his reasons of doing so... Sammy carried out a highly selfless act to his own detriment. He's the exact kind of person Caron wants attending his academy—and Sammy otherwise wouldn't have the chance to. Thus, Caron's giving it to him.”

So, that leaves reality: who is the REAL Sammy?

Caron doesn't know, and Sammy refuses to tell.

It's left an awkward tension between the two, but Sammy has still been allowed into the academy and given the many advantages he needed to start his life there.

All he needs is to keep the truth hidden.

Convenient.

Because that's something he's very good at doing.

In Other Words...

Sammy is a fifteen-year-old once-homeless boy with near-miraculous Life magic that defies well-established arcane laws.

At the beginning of the story, Sammy's magical energy essence levels “don't match” the strength of magic he uses, he was near-unremarkable to even Caron's trained arcane eye, and he's able to accomplish incredible feats of magic with little to no training.

Sammy was snatched up by Caron and recruited into the academy to help him expand upon his magical feats and (hopefully) eventually use his skills for far greater goods than growing and selling weed on the streets.

... because that was exactly what Sammy did prior to meeting Caron.

Running from city to town to city across Kihroin, working odd jobs and selling pot until he was close to discovery. Then running off to the next.

Although he refuses to voice it, Sammy feels a lot of guilt for the life he lived prior to his academy days. He hid his magic—terrified of others discovering it for similarly-concealed reasons—and refused to help anyone else beyond life-threatening situations... where he then escaped before they could be traced back to him.

He could've done so much good, but he didn't.

Selfishly.

A fact that's been slowly bothering him more and more as the years go by where he does nothing.

So, when he heard of the disaster at Vemor—and that the palace and academy were sending healers for aid—he had to help, right?

Right?

Appearance

Sammy is a Cirranian (Fantasy!Latino), 4'8 (142cm) fifteen-year-old boy who appears to be thirteen at most.

He has tan skin; short, curly brown hair; freckles; and heterochromic eyes—one pale blue and the other dark brown.

He tends to carry an air of joking arrogance, awkward amusement, or complete and utter insecurity depending on his current “act”.

Lastly, Sammy can usually be found wearing hoodies regardless of the temperature, overly-casual clothing (even in formal situations), and crawling with plants. Plants naturally grow over him no matter how often he removes them... or whether or not he had any semblance of plant life around him prior.

It's worse with dirt.

Existence, does Sammy hate dirt.

Personality & Motives

Sammy is a capital-L Liar, a manipulator who's adept at reading people, crowds, and situations and then turning them into his advantage.

Before joining the academy, Sammy used his young age and even-younger apparent age to navigate around social situations, make people underestimate him, and run away at any moment he felt the tables turning on him.

Sammy is a major control freak, terrified of losing control of a situation, and a noted-even-by-Caron flight risk—all it takes is for him to think he's lost, and he'll run away... not even to fight another day.

Just... to run away.

But it's different at the academy: under his newfound false identity—and after the years it's been since—surely he doesn't have to keep running?

He's no longer committing crimes, he's no longer refusing to help others so he can remain hidden, and he's able to use the countless people-skills he developed over the years for good.

Sammy often hides his sharp eye and social savviness behind a joking, silly, and/or insecure persona, where he tries to make people underestimate him and think he's less competent than he is.

Despite the manipulation that's marked so much of his life, Sammy wants to be a good person.

He really, really does.

He's just terrified of things catching up to him.

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16.01.24

me-core

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Nominating Kieran Duffy from Red Dead Redemption 2!!!

Added to the roster!