#planning around people from ten timezones away who have busy lives of their own

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Congratulations Ash!

Your application for Harry Potter has been accepted. I think we’re all really excited to have such a central, pivotal character in plan. Not just me in my entirely biased excitement for Lily to have her son around. Make sure to let us know if/when you settle on a faceclaim for him.

Please look to the checklist for the next steps and reach out if you have any questions!

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME & PRONOUNS: Ash & She/her

TIMEZONE: est

ACTIVITY LEVEL: On average, I tend to get online every other day to get through my replies. Although weekends I’ll usually be on daily.

ANYTHING ELSE: Experience - I have been in the Harry Potter rp community for almost ten years now, and have been doing so on Tumblr for about six.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Harry James Potter

BIRTHDATE: 31 July ,1980 Zodiac - Leo. Starting with the obvious, let’s put the Leo in Gryffindor, I see what you did  there sorting hat. Harry spent his entire life from the young age of eleven, thrown into the spotlight. Others were interested in him for things outside of his control as long as he could remember, but he’s embraced that attention and put it to good use. He is very compassionate and caring, going out of his way to help others around him. His pride can get in the way at times, and tied with the ability to hold a grudge Harry has a sense of there’s my way and the wrong way.  Respect from those he most admires is vital to him. He had spent days obsessing over why Dumbledore hadn’t shared their similarities with him, and has never felt a sense of pride as strong as when McGonagall stood up for him to Umbridge. Harry is a leader, the type of person everyone around him looks towards for the answers to their largest problems.

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Gender and pronouns do not have much meaning to Harry, even though he had grown up with his entire identity being centered around his title as ‘Boy Who Lived’. He has never necessarily felt a connection to this title, but has not thought about it anyplace outside of logistically knowing when someone shouts for ‘the boy’ that can mean him. Harry’s Bisexuality however, is something he has been learning to embrace after years of confusion. His Uncle Vernon of course had a few select words for people who liked the same gender, but outside of pushing away the nerves in his stomach whenever he had to listen to his relatives derogatory language he had not realized that being attracted to multiple genders was an option. Harry has has dated during his teen years; He went on dates to the Yule Ball and Hogsmede, as well as his former relationship with Ginny, but he always felt slightly behind his peers in terms of sexuality and maturation. He assumes it was the fact that he spent so much time feeling unsafe and afraid that he didn’t have the time to explore those feelings, but there was also so many things he simply didn’t know that he is only just learning now in the start of his twenties. BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood. Harry’s status as a halfblood may have been the deciding factor in the course of his entire young life if Dumbeldore’s theories were to be correct, and they usually were. Harry and Tom Riddle shared this trait, both half-blooded wizards and in the end it seemed to have been a deciding factor in Riddle’s choice to mark Harry as the chosen one to become his own equal. However another similarity they share is how out of place they had felt in the muggle world and the strong sense of home the Hogwarts walls had provided both. Harry has no prejudice against those of muggle blood, one of his best friends is muggleborn thank you very much, but he has no connection to the muggles who raised him and were supposed to have been his family.

HOUSE ALUMNI: Gryffindor - While he strongly believes it was begging that landed him in red and gold, Harry is very much a Gryffindor. Being brave doesn’t mean never being scared, it’s what you do when faced with fear and Harry has stood up to nearly every terrifying challenge sent his way. He needed that house, as much as he also fit in. Harry grew up the one who was going to end a war, being surrounded by other brave, chivalrous people helped him greatly obtain his own confidence to do what he needed.

OCCUPATION: Harry Potter’s refusal to join the Auror Department sparked quite the buzz once he had finally made the announcement, and the decision had absolutely been one he had not taken lightly in the slightest, but at the end of the day Harry’s fear and distrust in the Ministry won out over his need to constantly swoop in and save the day. That doesn’t mean he hadn’t helped with the effort, he spent the first year out after the war off to help with trials and giving the right information to people who needed it, but after years of being branded a liar he simply couldn’t bring himself to work for the same Ministry who endangered lives by refusing to see what was right in front of them. Instead Harry went home, to the one place that he had always felt he belonged and once again did the impossible. Harry Potter has been the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts for two whole years.

FACECLAIM: tbd

CHARACTER BACKGROUND

POSTBELLUM

While he had not been given the instructions to die at the hands of Voldemort until he had been seventeen and only moments away from walking towards his own murder, after seven years of nothing but waiting for the next fight a part of Harry had assumed from a young age one of them was going to have to ultimately kill the other in the end. The lead up to a final showdown at the end of each school year had been convenient, and while he refused to accept the thought, likely planned out to go that way by a certain headmaster, but it couldn’t have continued on forever. So Harry had never allowed himself to think of a life after the fall of Voldemort, or of happiness and family and one day growing old. He was nothing more than a soldier, a child so deprived of affection he put everything he had into fighting back for the approval of his Professor and put little value on his life outside of being the Chosen One, so the first year following the war was especially hard. From the second he had entered the magical world he had been ‘The Boy Who Lived’. Since the age of eleven years old he had been expected to fight the dark wizards and save the day and he did not know how to be anything else. Harry couldn’t see his value outside of his willingness to jump to the occasion and solve problems. After the war his life’s purpose felt complete at only seventeen years old and it was extremely difficult to accept.

But then the Ministry expected him to be the poster boy for everything they had been doing towards the cleanup process- sending owls on a near daily basis asking Harry to sit on death eater trials or begging him to speak out in favor of the Ministry and their new laws. Just how much of himself Harry was willing to give had been one of the most difficult choices he ever had to make. Fighting injustice was all Harry knew. The Death Eaters had done horrendous things and even after the fall of Voldemort Harry felt a responsibility to ensure they were taken down, however Harry’s trust in the Ministry had been greatly punctured over the years he had been in the magical world, even before the Death Eaters had taken over. It was a delicate balance, and the power his word suddenly held brought a level of anxiety he was unfamiliar with, but he knew that there were too many people who would never see justice without his intervention.

His involvement in the war had only increased his fame and suddenty the Ministry of Magic and every paper in wizarding Britain were harassing him once again. Harry’s friends had been encouraging him to step back and take the time to recover; live a normal, quiet life, whatever that meant. He had never even gotten the time to properly grieve over Sirius’s death, let alone the countless other people he had lost since then who had died in his mind, because of him. He didn’t know how to step back and live a normal life, but he had craved it as long as he could remember so Harry put his everything into attempting. It took a year to realize that Harry that he would never feel that pain in his scar again, that even if he had never wanted it there to begin with an entire piece of someone’s soul he had been living with since he was a year old was gone forever and his only purpose in life had been completed before he ever had a chance to finish his NEWTs.

So He pulled back, isolated himself for a while in a way he wasn’t proud of, but didn’t know how to cope without. Going to anyone but Ron and Hermione with his problems had always seemed incomprehensible, and even then it was always easier to tell them about whatever crazy thing was happening to him at the time than discuss the feelings behind everything he had been through. He busied himself with mindless projects, spending all of his time hiding out from his friends by putting all his energy into restoring 12 Grimmauld Place. The house was now his and he didn’t want to leave the reminder of how horrible his godfather’s own childhood had been. It was the baby Teddy Lupin that was the only one who could get Harry’s undivided attention and compassion for a short while during the beginning of life after the war. He told himself it was so easy to share such raw emotion with the little boy because at first he couldn’t even understand what Harry had been saying, but Harry had felt a strong bond to the boy the second he learned of his godson’s birth. He hadn’t taken over raising Teddy, he was too young and unsure, Andromeda was the right choice as Teddy’s guardian, but Harry made a point to be a large part in his upbringing.   He refused to allow him to grow up as lonely and afraid as he had been himself, and Harry felt a personal responsibility to make sure Remus and Tonk’s sacrifices of their lives weren’t for nothing and Teddy would grow up loved and in a world better than any of them grew up in.

Turning down a position in the Auror Program had surprised himself more than it had seemed to any of the people who knew him best, which had only confused him more. His dream job since he had been only fourteen had never truly been a dream, but a logical choice for someone whose entire life revolved around being manipulated into fighting. He had truly believed he would never get past his back and forth with Voldemort, and the auror office only fit the narrative. Even knowing these things didn’t make knowing he was going to be letting people down any easier and he nearly said yes solely out of fear of saying no.

His time back in the castle has been everything he never thought he would be allowed to have and Harry is taking full advantage of that fact. Teaching is something Harry had felt so strongly about in the short time he was doing so with the DA, and in the proper setting where he had the ability to ensure this next generation was not going to have to ever fear their time in the castle was the calling he never knew about.

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All the lives lost during the war was something that sat in Harry’s thought even still, more than anything else. He never knew anything but loss, but the grief he felt the past few years was different. He hadn’t been grieving the loved ones he never had, instead the people he loved and cherished who were torn away from him too soon. Watching the Weasleys without Fred had to have been the hardest part of anything after the war’s end. He had envied Ron’s family for so long, now all he wanted was to take the hurt away from the people who he grew to call his family that were now going through this pain he knew too well.

As hopeful as the returned made Harry, it all scared him as well. He knew what happened when wixen played around with death, and even more so he knew just how dark the magic around it could be. But he also doesn’t want to feel the pain again of getting his hopes up to have family by his side to have it ripped away. He doesn’t trust it to last. 

PERSONALITY

“There’s no need to call me Sir, Professor.”

Harry for some reason unknown to me, has started to be perceived to be this hypsteresque, bad-ass. A smoker, rogue auror who doesn’t play by the rules. Harry Potter is a sassy and sarcastic. But also a quidditch obsessed nerd who loves his friends with everything he has and stands up for what he believes in. He has that stereotypical Gryffindor temper, and does not always think about the consequences of his sharp tongue, but he has never been one to allow people to walk over him or anyone else. He was a victim of abuse and neglect and his words, that wit was the one thing he had to cope as a child treated like nothing more than an unwanted freak. But Harry is also the person who told Snape his nickname was Roonil Waslib. He’d spend hours on end talking to his bird and one of the first moments of the entire series he is empathizing with a snake who had been trapped and never knew their family. His friends are everything to him and Harry’s loyalty can be seen almost as a fault. There is no difference between his friends and family, and to betray or mistrust them is one of the worst things he can imagine of himself.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY

Harry’s memories of life before Privet Drive do not consist of anything more than flashes of colors and the occasional face. Perhaps a voice he wasn’t able to place. Family has always been Harry’s greatest desire, the things he wanted most in the world. The Durleys had been Harry’s closest living relatives, but made it clear they were not Harry’s family. His aunt and uncle made sure to remind him constantly that Harry was nothing more than an inconvenience in their home, and that he would never be as loved or cherished as their son. The idea of family was nothing more than that for a very long time; an idea and a dream. At thirteen the possibility of family had been dangled over his head in the form of a fugitive Godfather. Harry’s time with Sirius was too short, they should have had years together to make up for the twelve apart and it was after his death that Harry felt ready to give up on the idea of ever having a real family of his own. Of course that makes him feel selfish. Ron and Hermione every bit as much his family as any last name or title could make them. Harry could argue they were more family to him than Sirius and him ever had the chance to be. And the night Mrs. Weasley had called Harry ‘as good as’ another son still plays in his mind on a loop some nights when he’s looking for a reason it’s all worth it. Harry’s family isn’t blood, but he loves them all just the same. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s thought this return could mean him getting the only thing he’s ever truly wanted.

HISTORY

Harry really does wonder at times what it would be like to have an easy life. He had only been a baby when the weight of a war was thrown onto his tiny shoulders, marking him the one chosen to defeat the greatest dark wizard of their time. As a small child however, Harry would never have believed it. He had known nothing more than he was an orphan, living in cruel circumstances under the stairs in his aunt and uncle’s home and getting bullied by his cousin. It wasn’t until Harry’s eleventh birthday that his life truly began. When Hagrid had stormed down that hut to tell Harry about the truth of himself and his past, Harry felt a sense of self for the first time in his life. He had gone off to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and made friendships for the first time in his life. Even before the rest of the world had been sucked into another war, Harry had been drawn in from a mixture of a hero complex and clues laid out only slightly too conveniently to test and discover the boy who lived that would one day become the chosen one. Harry fought back every year, somehow always granted a new challenge and more pain until his fourth year when it had become more than a challenge that any reasonable adult would consider too dangerous.

Cedric Diggory’s murder had sparked the beginning of the war, but the greater meaning to Harry lied in the young boy who lost his life solely because he had been in the wrost place at the wrong time. He had gotten between Harry and for that reason alone he was dead. It was something Harry never learned to forgive. And it sparked the belief that people around Harry somehow always ended up dying because of him.

Sirius’s death left Harry inconsolable. He never had the proper time to grieve, with a target on his back and the war picking up quickly, but losing the one family member he had left destroyed Harry in a completely different way. And again, Harry came to the conclusion if he had only checked in the mirror Sirius could have still been alive.

The hunt for horcruxes was something else entirely. He had no connection to anyone outside of Ron and Hermione and when Ron had left it broke Harry’s heart in an entirely different way. He kept waiting for the ball to drop and one of his best friends to get hurt because of him. He clung closer, forgave quicker, and fought harder trying to keep anyone else he loved from dying.

Remus and Tonks’ deaths held a significance just as strong but different for Harry. He was a Godfather and when Remus had named him so it had become the new most important thing about him. Being the Chosen One, or the Boy Who Lived didn’t matter when there was a little boy who depended on him to stay alive and watch out for him.

OOC EXPLORATION

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

This group is every guilty pleasure I have ever had mixed in with a wonderful plot and beautiful writing. Even though recently role plays set in the trio’s era are few and far between, the ones I have been a part of always seem to either lack writers willing to write for Harry or his character is quickly taken by someone who does not know the story beyond either solely the movie franchise or random bits of knowledge. I’ve noticed a stigma in the Potter fandom, especially the role playing community, that the ‘true fans’ have to prefer secondary or background characters. While I also love building on characters we do not see as much of in the books, it has always saddened me that this character that I grew up with is seen as the easy write up. Because we as readers have so much on Harry I’ve actually found his character more difficult to write for, but equally enjoyable.

As per Harry as an actual character, he has been like a friend since I was seven years old.

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Thanks for applying Lauren! We look forward to seeing Aurora around the island. Make sure to send your blog in within the next 24 hours or reach out to us if you need an extension. Troian Bellisario is now taken!

( TROIAN BELLISARIO, FEMALE, SHE/HER) ⌇ have you seen AURORA HART around icaria? they are the 28 year old child of NIKE. they remind me of long hours at work, perfectly delivered quips, a gun strapped to her thigh, and a gaze that watches your every move. They’ve been on the island for one day.

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OOC INFO:  

NAME / PRONOUNS | AGE | TIMEZONE

IT ME. Lauren / she her | 30 | EST

ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE

To damn long.

TRIGGERS 

poof~!

IC INFO:

WHO ARE YOU BRINGING TO THE ISLE?

FACECLAIM: Troian Bellisario

NAME: Aurora Hart

AGE: 28

BIRTHDAY: 1993

OCCUPATION: FBI agent on assignment.

HOMETOWN: Portland, Oregon

PETS: N/A

POWERS: 

Can either bless or curse someone with with either success or failure in whatever they’re working on or competing in.

BIOGRAPHY:

TW: Child abuse, self harm, homophobia

Aurora was born to a family of politicians and scientists; If one wanted to know when the last time a direct relation to her WASN’T one of those two, you’d have to go back four generations… That is if you don’t count her biological mother… Nike, Goddess of Victory. Nike had been watching over the Hart family for generations. Aurora’s great, great, great, great grandmother was a worshiper of the goddess and asked to be blessed; the goddess obliged and had for the past 100 years watched over and blessed each child with a bit of victorious spirit and achievement in whatever they pursued. That was until her father, Richard Hart, was 25 years old. He found and married a congresswoman, Kenna Cooper, who at first appeared to be perfect. But perfection was an illusion and the perfect wife and mayor image shattered ten years after little Aurora was born. Rewinding a bit, Aurora was conceived when her father and mother had gotten into a bit of a tiff and he left her. They were “broken up” or “Separated” as her mother likes to say, for about a week when Richard met Nike. A one-night stand turned into a child delivered to their doorstep 9 months later on the eve of an election. She explained who she was, told Richard stories of his great-great-grandmother who worshiped her and how she had made a promise to look after the family. That this child would come to do great things considering she was a demi-god blessed with Nike’s victory. That she would only return when they told Aurora about her. She wasn’t about to get in the middle of whatever the family wanted to do to raise Aurora. 

Needless to say, Kenna was pissed at first to realize that this woman had slept with her husband and that she suddenly was being thrust with a child when she had ambitions and goals to reach. And how was she going to explain the sudden appearance of a newborn when she clearly had not been pregnant? So a plan was made and they said they had used a surrogate mother and wanted to keep the pregnancy hidden and the baby protected. The next day proved just how powerful demi-god DNA was as Kenna won her election by a landslide – only a day before they had assumed it would be close but most likely not a victory. So Kenna started to dote on the child. 

For the first ten years of her life, it was picturesque, she had a loving doting father who worked in aerospace, a mother on the rise within politics, aunts, uncles, and grandparents who were in all realms of science and politics who happily would teach her anything and everything… She was brought up to be a perfectionist. At 4 she was already starting to write full sentences, not in great handwriting but still! By 8 she was reading at a 7th-grade level. And by the age of 11, she was a certified genius. She was deemed a child prodigy when it came to academics, specifically those within the realm of politics and aerospace science having picked up those two the most from her parents despite their infrequent times at home.

Her father traveled to and from Florida for NASA for months at a time. While her mother had stepped up to the role of congresswoman and traveled to and from DC on a basically bi-weekly basis. A live-in-nanny was hired to be home with Aurora whenever the parents couldn’t be. Why hadn’t they just moved her? Aurora had no idea. She assumed it had to do with her mother’s role as a congresswoman, she still had to have a house in Portland so why not keep your child there and away from you when you’re that busy? At least – that’s the reasoning Aurora came up with. Aurora had loved it when her father came home. He was so caring, so playful, and fun; his presence kept her mother at bay. Kept the house calm…. But those times only lasted for so long before he had to go back to Kennedy Space Center. 

  TW: homophobia, abuse, death threats 

Her mother though? That was the opposite. Kenna being home meant life would be a bit of a hellscape; it meant screaming, yelling, and insults. It meant crying until no more tears could be produced, it meant pressure and guilt and hatred tossed in her direction if she so much as dared to disagree with the congresswoman. It meant being gaslit and lied to and disassociating… it meant self harm which lead to her mother screaming at her for hurting herself and the image it put out in the world if anyone were to see the cuts. Which lead to even more anger from her mother and the cycle continued. If her father wasn’t there to distract her mom then the only other reprieve was sleepovers with friends. Her mother always put on the face of the perfect loving mom if people were over. It was Aurora’s sanctuary because not even the nanny could stop Kenna’s rage. 

The person who she spent the most time with, that helped relieve the hellscape that was her mom was Kassandra. The two grew up next to one another, a tree between their houses branches stretching out and brushing each of their windows. It became a treehouse as the girls got older, a way for them to sneak between houses to hang out together. The two were thick as thieves doing everything together, experiencing everything together. It started innocently enough, their first day of school, their first tests, one another first best friends, but as they got older their firsts became more mature, first crushes – on one another, first kiss… They were surprisingly not one another’s first relationships that honor went to Brandon, a boy in their grade who was surprisingly decent. The two ended based on the fact that Brandon – wanted to have sex… which Aurora was not ready for. She was still a virgin at the time. So the two ended… though they stayed friends. Not long after Kass and Aurora started to date in secret. Neither were ready to come out to their parents; so they kept it between themselves, using the tree to sneak into one another’s room and one thing led to another and they became one another’s first time as well. 

Things had been going surprisingly well in young Aurora’s life if you could ignore the abuse that Kenna lobbed at her on a bi-weekly basis. She was starting to think she could make it out of the house alive and without hating everything … when the worst happened. Kass told her mother about her being gay and she was promptly kicked out; Kass’ mother came next door once the other was gone and demanded to talk to Kenna knowing that Richard was out of town. There was a hushed conversation that Aurora tried to listen in on, but nothing could easily be made out. Though, when the other woman left all hell broke loose in the house – She screamed and screamed about how Aurora could NOT have a gay best friend, that she could NOT hang out with that “degenerate” anymore. That she, well really, both of them, were pieces of shit, that she was going to hell. Aurora tried to stand up to her, to tell her that Kass was a wonderful person, that she loved her best friend, and that her mother had no right to say any of that. This was when for the first time, Kenna slapped Aurora telling her that if she was anything like that f-word that she would not see the next day because no daughter of hers could be gay and that it would ruin her reputation as a congresswoman. 

It was the blood she touched on her cheek that finally shut down Aurora’s brain and let her just zone out as her mother continued to yell and scream. Kenna’s wedding ring had created a long cut along her cheek and despite seeing her daughter bleeding by her own hand Kenna didn’t stop yelling. It was three hours later before Kenna finally stopped and Aurora could take care of her cheek,  by the blood had run down her face and scabbed over and a bruise had started to form. She took the next couple of days off school and avoided everyone. Or tired too, but she ended up getting yelled at each day by her mother, each time there was the threat that lingered over her head that something horrible would happen.

So when Kass asked to meet her at the park one day Aurora knew she would have to do the hardest thing and break up with her. She couldn’t keep this up or she might end up dead. Putting on makeup and trying to hide the bruise and cut she made her way to the park — only to lie her ass off and break both their hearts in the process. Aurora cried for three days afterwards which only caused her mother to rage more. Luckily for Aurora, her mother was called back to DC and she got a reprieve. 

It wasn’t until six months before graduation that her father finally learned the truth about what Kenna had been doing when he came home the day after his wife left to see Aurora covering up a bruise on her shoulder. He demanded to know what happened – and she broke down. She told him everything, told him that if he didn’t believe her to call her old nanny that she would corroborate the story. That Kenna threatened her too and to not get mad at the nanny. She had done what she could to protect Aurora. Two months later her father filed for divorce and custody of the almost 18-year-old Aurora – but the allegations of abuse had been shoved under the rug, avoided, and hidden away. Her mother was too powerful and had too many friends in high places. 

After four months of living with her dad and she was off to college. Aurora could not be anymore more excited to get away from her family and be on her own. She gained herself a roommate, her own space and started school. For the first three years of college, Aurora had never felt freer and more herself. She had escaped her mother’s clutches but even despite that, she couldn’t let go of the political aspect – she wanted now, more than anything, to get into politics so she could make it easier for kids to escape abusive households and harder for abusive parents to skirt the system. She rose to the top of her classes, stood out, and earned summa cum laude with her bachelor’s. As she returned back to college to get her master’s she met Juliette. Juliette – the most beautiful woman on campus, the smartest, the kindest – and needless to say – Aurora fell hard and fast.

It became clear though that the feelings were reciprocated and the two fell so quickly and so hard it would be impossible to deny that the two seemed rather perfect for one another. Their friends joked that they were waiting for a wedding invite after four months of them dating. The two laughed it off and just continued on. They moved in together a year later. Jules graduated and started working in a firm while Aurora started to work for the local government. As Jules moved up quickly and Aurora couldn’t have been more proud of her girlfriend. They celebrated one another whenever they got a chance and told one another everything. 

Aurora did end up telling Jules about the abuse she experienced and confided in her about all of her hopes and fears. This was the first time she ever told anyone about the abuse she experienced, save for her father. This, in Aurora’s mind, cemented the next-level – engagement. They had been talking about it on and off for a year already, so it seemed inevitable. Aurora went out, found a gorgeous ring, and waited for the right moment – but the moment never came. Because at 24 Jules left her and went to rejoin the Huntresses. 

Heartbroken and alone Aurora tossed herself into her work, her sudden silence worried her father knowing his daughter had had such a rough go of things. So he came out to check on her. In doing so he asked if she cursed herself, if she had for some reason thought she deserved the pain. Insulted and upset she asked him what the hell he meant – and that’s when the truth came out. She was the daughter of Nike, goddess of Victory — and at the mention of her bio mother the goddess appeared. She scolded Richard for keeping her a secret for so long and not getting Aurora out of the horrible situation she had been in. Nike spent the next week training Aurora in her powers, teaching her about the Greek Gods and just – getting to know one another.

When the week was up Aurora knew her purpose, she would help politicians in fighting to protect those that couldn’t protect themselves and she would work with the government in actually physically saving those that were not in a good place. She got recruited to the FBI at 25 and dedicated her life to helping others; she used her ability to grant victory to her coworkers and slowly started to make big changes within the community. By 27 she had risen in the ranks and was slowly starting to choose her own assignments and partners. This is how she ended up on a case that kept her up at night. A human trafficking ring – that seemed to have something a bit odd going on, or odder than just the trafficking. Every fiber of her being screamed that it was demi-god related and she couldn’t let it go. She couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus on anything other than these missing people. Was it related to the kidnappings of demi-gods around the world? She really didn’t know but she was damn determined to find out.

It took almost a full year to get it all together but they finally busted in on multiple clients of the ring. Each had at least one demi-god trapped and being used for personal gain. She kept close tabs on each person rescued, making sure therapy was set up and things were in place to take care of them…. When one just vanished. The fact that one of her charges vanished without a trace pissed off Aurora. She wanted Jane to get the best help and now – now she couldn’t. So, with a bit of research and time, she found Jane Doe on Icaria taken there by her demi-god father. Arrangements were made and Aurora was on her way to Icaria to find Jane and make sure she was okay. 

ANYTHING ELSE:

yeah this got long. sorry!

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     ( * park chanyeol , 23 , masculine ) is that sin hyuk leaving lilac ? i barely recognized them without that gold cartier chain around their neck , but the bandages around his knuckles gave them away in an instant . not surprised to see them here , though , they’re a fourth year kinesiology student at daesom , after all . rumor has it they’re planning to clear his name after graduation .

     hello all ! i’m slowly trying to get everything done , but i’m nearly there . bear with me . . . i’m dion , twenty , feminine pronouns & living in the pacific timezone . i present to you my messy little boy , SIN HYUK . you can read more about him & his past under the tag !  if any of you want plot with me —— i’m working on a connections page , so i’ll direct you to it if you want —— hit me up on discord ( @dion#9261 ) or give this post a little like !

     ( tw : drugs & violence ) 

     growing up , sin hyuk has lived up to his parents’ expectations . even though they didn’t set any for him , he already knew what he wanted to do with his life . that’s all they could ever ask for without having to verbally set them . his father & mother are both doctors ; therefore , he found himself naturally snooping around all of that stacked - up paperwork . that was basically all of hyuk’s life on repeat for the first ten years . after that , all he did was study after studying . no questions , no & , ifs or buts either . with the books his parents bought for him , he figured it would be best to occupy himself with all of the knowledge he could get with all the spare time . everyone knew hyuk to be the kid everyone could ever ask for : ahead of the game & knowing exactly what he wants . that was something that became a problem though . while he’s focused on his studies , he’s missing out of the social realities . privacy became a necessity at that point . he refused to go out & get to know people or make any efforts to even get his own name out there . 

     but the one time he did socialize , he was age seventeen , out looking for more to study . little did he know that life had something else in store for him . maybe his stare was a little too long , but it definitely caught the attention of one certain man . the older male was doing a little transaction with another , of what looked like to be a foreign substance from hyuk’s perspective . due to the lack of knowledge in that realm , it piqued his curiosity . he was approached by a person that reeked of cigars & alcohol ; yet , seemed too well - dressed for the aura around him . there was no intimidation  , no emotion , & specifically no fear from the teen boy . that was all the man needed to see in order to recruit such an innocent - looking one . hyuk was perfect for the job . no one would suspect him : absolutely inevitable . from then on , even he didn’t know how he ended up there . surely , he caught himself sneaking out in the middle of nearly every night to meet up with strangers . it was clear to him that he wasn’t doing any harm to family ; especially because they didn’t have a clue about it . this went on smoothly for the next few years . one day though , that’s when his world started crashing down . his parents were both watching him climb over the window . before he could leave that night , the lights flickered in his room , causing him to halt . the long lecture felt like a lifetime to him , but a smack in the face was coming next . ❛ you’re not our son . who raised you like this ? ❜ 

     hyuk didn’t even feel the need to answer that question , not caring if it was rhetorical . he didn’t bother to pack nor even say goodbye to his parents . that’s all he needed to hear . that’s brings him to now . by the amounts , he’s earning on the spot . while he continues with the underground business , he picked up a hobby along the way : boxing . still , he remains as an intelligent man on the downlow . he may not say much , but it’s for his own personal reasons .

     personality - wise : he’s quiet , period . he doesn’t speak unless spoken to ( but if you get on his nerves , he won’t hesitate to take the first bite ) . don’t ask about his family . anyone who does ask will automatically put a bad taste in his mouth . when he does open his mouth though , it’ll probably come off as rude because of the lack of emotion he puts into his words . he’s that type of guy who everyone just stops what they’re doing , & stares instead , when he walks by . doesn’t really mind what they all say or spread anymore : completely unfazed . people talk & talk , & he’s heard the worst of it all . 

     SEPTEMBER 2018 . ha youngjin . some people just can’t keep their noses out of people’s business . sin hyuk had already deserved himself the title of ❛ the golden child . ❜ he always listened to his parents , aimed to pursue a career that earned well & most importantly , stayed out of trouble . or so , that’s what his parents believed ; until an anonymous email was sent to them . there were two attached videos : one of hyuk doing a suspicious transaction & another of him in a boxing ring . yes , drugs & violence . both things his parents weren’t too fond of . they didn’t hesitate to cut off all ties with their son , or even bothered to hear him out , in order to keep their names & businesses clear from bad reputation . from that moment on , hyuk was no longer considered a part of their family . he was undeniably furious & determined to find the source that caused this . how did he manage to find them ? underground connections . after they were traced , he knocked on a door that happened to be youngjin’s . he was out for blood . from then on , all hell broke loose for ha youngjin . he’d be looking over his shoulder every second of his days , having sleepless night & nightmares of his cold self lying on the floor . he couldn’t remember the last time he felt human ; instead , being the prey keeping an eye out for his predator . but all of the sudden , youngjin just vanished . no trace of him left & all of his stuff left to collect dust . no one , except for sin hyuk , knows what happened to him up  until this day .

[coriknox]

sup ? i’m ac, 22 years old, from the gmt+1 timezone and my pronouns are she/her. i play matias (cody christian) too and he’s A LOT more developed than my gorl cori here, so excuse the mess, she’s brand new and i’m still trying to figure her out. you know how it is. i’ll keep it sHoRt.

☁☼☁( maia cotton. cisfemale. 22 ). welcome back to your summer paradise, CORNELIA ‘CORI’ KNOX we were wondering when you’d finally show up! the town’s really missed how ADVENTUROUS you are, even if you can be a bit INCONSISTENT at times. we hear back home they call you the HOYDEN, makes sense considering you remind everyone of WORN OUT DR. MARTENS, WEARING SUNGLASSES AFTER A NIGHT OUT, TANGLED HEADPHONES AND A CITY SKYLINE AT NIGHT. ☁☼☁

background:

so cori, will kill you if you call her cornelia, or at least do something that’ll make you regret calling her so. only her parents and her sister calls her cornelia and that’s bad enough as it is. i know, eDgY.

it’s fun really, cori grew up with an older sister who was basically perfect, she tried very hard to be anyway, and that made it pretty hard for cori. she definitely had to live up to some unrealistic standards and that caused her to act out a little, not really but compared to how poised and picture perfect her family seemed to be, cori was definitely the black sheep. 

she found that her family and the whole socialite culture of new york was extremely stiff and boring. when she was younger she often times ran away from home, although she mostly just ran as far as her neighbors so no one was ever really concerned. not that they’d bother since they were all busy being in awe over her sister. she would always lash out and told her parents she hated them often. even if it wasn’t true.

while her sister was a ballerina (of course), cori would play soccer and while she was actually very skilled at it, it wasn’t exactly sOcIaLlY aCcEpTeD by the fancy people, her mom was actually kind of the only one who at least tried to support her but it was far from wholeheartedly.

anyway, as she grew up she drifted more and more from her family, her sister doing a good job at driving a wedge between them as well, she was very unecessarily competitive for no reason and whenever cori would accomplish something, her sister would find a way to outdo her. her sister did a good job at manipulating their mom into thinking cori was some sort of poisonous snake and their mom had never been very strong willed so she believed it.

so naturally cori just sort of started paying less attention to them, she would basically couch hop, since she still wasn’t old enough to buy her own place and she didn’t mind it to be honest, as long as her friends and/or acquaintances didn’t mind it.

she did well in school though, nothing crazy she wasn’t like extremely smart nor stupid, the thing that really dragged her down was her lack of concentration and having to sit still for too long. she managed to graduate but didn’t apply to any colleges, she wasn’t planning on studying for a couple years since she didn’t actually know what she wanted. this made her parents react and call in anger but cori honestly didn’t care what they thought at this point.

instead she went to europe and backpacked around for 6 months before then taking another 6 months, through thailand and australia, with a group of random people, but it was one of the most amazing years of her life and it was definitely worth it. it wasn’t like her parents never called or didn’t try but she figured they only called to tell her she was doing everything wrong and fortunately she was beginning to like herself for who she was.

anyway, the last couple of years has been spent partying and just living life with no care, she’s in her best years after all so why waste them. she works as an event planner at 1 oak due do having a lot of connections and her work time fitting her lifestyle a lot more than a 9-5 job.

she was lured back to spent the summer in the hamptons due to her mom inviting her telling her that dad would be there too and everything, and honestly cori never hated her parents or her sister (she definitely wasn’t her biggest fan though) and she knew she hadn’t been the best daughter to exist either so she felt maybe it was time to try and make up for that.

anyway skip forward to her landing in the hamptons, getting picked up by her mom and sister and her mom claiming that ‘dad is dead’ when she asks where he’s at and cori almost crying before her sister diffuses it by saying they’re getting a divorce cause he was cheating on mom with his assistant. it’s only slightly better. so yeah, good start to the summer there. she’s already miserable.

personality:

so cori, is honestly very chill, she’s always down for a good time and can be convinced to most things just because what does she have to lose ? she's not officially disinherited or anything but she wouldn’t be surprised. she’s got very little shame and will flirt with whomever. also always ready to fight if you try her.

she could sell sand in sahara and can talk to any and everyone, also probably how she managed to get that job at 1 oak. she’s the type of person who’s got tons of close friends, but not really like best friends. she’s not all that good at intimacy, despite always needing people around, doesn’t wanna be lonely, but wants to be wanted too?? doesn’t want rejection though.

she always means well and if she really is sorry about something she will do everything in her power to make up for it, although sometimes that backfires too. when she invests herself in something she really goes all in.

there’s obviously more but i’m trash at explaining.

headcanons:

when her grandma died, cori was on tour with a band, you could say she was lowkey a groupie and thus she didn’t answer her phone and since then her family sort of decided to keep her out of family related stuff

- this also explains why she didn’t know of her parents split before landing in hamptons, even though everyone else had known for three weeks.

one time her sister had just broken up with her bf of 5 years and to try and cheer her up, cori booked a trip for herself, her sister and her mom to malta. she then proceeded to forget her moms birthday, which her sister reminded her off, and had to emergency buy a bunch of souvenirs from malta - claiming she bought it off amazon, only to find out she was two days early, her sister had just not so accidentally left that out.

- anyway, she had a terrible time and got shitfaced with a bartender whom she ended up sleeping with and then the next day she paid him off to flirt with her sister and give her a little kiss, although of course her sister found out and they didn’t speak to each other for the rest of the trip.

- also befriended a ten year old, whom she played a lot of mini golf with while her sister was pissed and took their mom out for shopping and shit.

very poor time managing skills, if you want her to come on time you have to invite her an hour early.

her apartment is basically hotel cori, it’s either friends needing a place to sleep or some random guy she brings home from the club but nonetheless someone’s always over and she doesn’t mind, you’re always welcome, can’t even imagine how many people know where her spare key is at this point.

here’s her pinterest !

[jivkies]

       hello hello ! its ur local neighborgood giant kylen ( aka kylo ren ). i currently live in the pst timezone & i am 21 years old. i’m an avid pokemon go player & i love reading as well. i also have a broken nail which makes typing difficult but i’ll adapt hehe. other than that below u can find out about keiran ! if u dont wanna talk thru here hmu on d!scord @ break up w ur gf#6145

B A S I C S

✧･ﾟ(   nyx + naressa valdez + cisfemale   ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !!  have you seen (   keiran lovell  ) around ? (   she  ) has been in kaos for (   two months   ). the (   twenty-three year old   ) is a (   business major   ) from (   stillwater, oklahoma   ). people say they can be (   stoic   ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be (   meticulous   ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of (   coffee in a wine glass, business books scattered in her room, and an all black wardrobe with bits of color here and there   ).  ･ﾟ✧

B A C K G R O U N D 

the story begins on december 21st in STILLWATER, OK, at 11:57pm…

this was when keiran giovanna lovell was born to vonnie & clarence lovell.

she was a planned child & was loved by her parents. she was raised in a two bedroom apartment

her mother was a stay-at-home mom & keiran’s dad was a journalist. he would often times spin tales as bedroom stories to help keiran fall asleep

the three were as close as a family could honestly be & nothing could stand in their way.

when kieran started school, her mom left her notes in her lunch & her dad would be the one to pick her up after school & they would have family dinners every night, talking about their day

happy was the only thing that kieran was seen as. she was joyful & sweet & so kind at a young age, putting others before herself.

then on march 4th, it seemed that the god had BLESSED them…

at some point the lovells decided that they could handle another child & keiran soon enough had a younger sister who was seven years younger than her.

her name was jacquie & it was an adjustment to get used to a baby in the house.

kieran was often jealous especially as her parents seemed to start paying more attention to her than kieran.

for a bit, kieran disliked the fact that her sister had ever been born - she wanted her family to be close-knit all over again.

the late night stories disappeared as did the notes in her lunch from her mom

kieran realized the distance that was growing between her & her family but yet she was still sweet & kind, only her outgoing personality seemed to dwindle

of course the devil had to INTERVENE on june 28th…

clement was born when keiran was ten years old & he was definitely unplanned

he threw a wrench in the lovell’s life when he came into the world

again, keiran watched as her parents juggled a baby & a toddler at the same time - wishing that it could’ve stay the three of them

it was during this time that keiran now had to share her room with her younger sister, something that she had never looked forward to ( her stuff was hers & she did not want to share )

despite the fact that jacquie was young, it was obvious that the same thing that happened to keiran only three years previous was happening to jacquie as well

her parents were not prepared for a third child so soon, if at all. & despite the fact that keiran wasn’t exactly happy to have a younger sister she made sure to look out for her so she didn’t get hurt around the house

soon enough, during the night time when it was supposed to be the calmest time of the day, there were doors slamming & loud voices taking over the night

it started when keiran was eleven & continued until she was fourteen

she hated the yelling & the weird smell of something toxic in the air, but she learned to live with it at a young age

her parents started to pay more & more attention to the negatives of one another rather than kieran & her siblings

it was during these three years that kieran grew closer & valued her siblings more & more

a fourteen, seven, & four year old now EMBARK on a journey…

with a mother who seemed to have given up in general & a father who seemed to look at the aisle of alcohol more than his own kids, the lovell children ended up in the foster care system.

keiran was scared, she was frightened to be torn away by the only place she had ever called home. she was terrified to be pulled apart from her siblings

she cried & she complained & she argued that they needed to stay together no matter what

a year went by without them being adopted & keiran needed to fix her mindset

she thought about it & decided that as long as they were within a city of one another she could visit them whenever she’d like & that then it would be okay

keiran loved the memories she had of her parents, but despised the fact that they left them to a bunch of strangers. keiran learned to love her siblings more than herself

in the following year it worked out in keiran’s favor. a couple decided to adopt jacquie as well as clement. at the same time they had a family friend who was willing to adopt keiran.

the only downside was that the family friend had lived two cities away ( a trip that took 4 hours to complete by bus & only 35 minutes driving )

nothing could separate a GODDESS from her lovers…

keiran was moved into a private school in which she stayed at during the week & on the weekends she always found a way to see her siblings

during the weekday she balanced working & school so that she could spoil her siblings & save up, while also keeping her grades up

her thoughts were set on making sure her siblings grew up happy & not thinking for a second that they were never not loved

she did good in high school, didn’t score the top grades, but was averaging between a 3.6-3.8 gpa

keiran suffered from paying attention to only her family though. she worked hard but never played. it seems that she grew socially-awkward, coming off as too harsh or blunt when she spoke to others

to say the least, there was a huge difference between keiran around her family & keiran everywhere else

she learned to be analytical & critical over her own work & her own ambitions. she thought that she needed to be better than herself

from the world keiran was closed-off & believed on proving her parents wrong. which is why she applied for business school

of course, growing up her younger sister saw how hard keiran was working & she straight up told her to go & live her own life & to stop worrying about her & clement

keiran was stunned to hear that from her sister? & kind of hurt as well ? everything she had planned for herself she had planned with her siblings in mind.

they continued to tell her that they had parents & that keiran needed to go out & be social & do what she wanted versus what was best for them ( in a loving way of course )

soon a goddess turned into a LONELY wanderer…

keiran went through with her business degree, but she gave her siblings space & room to grow themselves

she’s completing her two final semesters for her business degree as an online student !

this also gave herself room to grow & socialize. despite this there still seemed to be a wall between close friends & strangers, yet she has gotten better with people

she learned to love makeup & soon went & got a certificate in cosmetology as well as getting a bit into fashion & reading

she developed hobbies & things to do in her free time & once she turned twenty-three she decided to travel to kaos for a new life in which she’s trying to take a “vacation” & experience her life a bit more.

keiran admits that she was an adult for too long & needs to loosen up a bit.

[ironforgedrp]

It seems like with there being four admins that the story and plot of the rp would flow better? It seems that the admins are never on or don't adhere to their own activity rules. I get that life happens, but can you guys be a little more transparent on what's going on so that some of us don't think that the rp is dying sometimes?

       now, i usually wouldn’t answer an anon like this mainly because it feels a little accusatory and also, you could come to us to let us know that you feel this way and i really don’t like to post irrelevant OOC problems on our main as i don’t think it’s particularly important.      however, since you would like to speak about this publicly - which is assume is the point of this message, i personally will be transparent with you, though whatever is happening with the other admins is their personal business to share with whom they will.

    i really want to remind you anon, and whoever else might be feeling this way, that we are people first and admins second. the fact that i am online at 2am the day of my boyfriends  grandmother’s funeral really speaks to that, we are all adults as well - we have partners, families, jobs, studies and general life to contend with.  we never want you to feel like this RP is dying, because it is by no means dying and we are in the middle of a plot arc that has literally just dropped and we reached 50,000k hits as well ! 

    please remember, and i don’t want this to be misconstrued as me being rude or mean or reactionary, but,   sometimes, as much as we love you all, we don’t want to tell you all about the dark details of our lives because roleplaying is an escape.   sometimes, a close as we are to each other, admins don’t want to disclose the intimate details of their life… and they, nor any mun in iron forged, will ever have to do that here as reasoning for hiccuping in the flow of roleplaying.   also, also - a lot of the delays are down to me, as i go to bed around the times admins lex, mercy and felicity get up to ready for work, studies, etc. and  unfortunately, we can’t help the hemispheres and timezones.   and one last thing before i bid you adieu, having said that these questions won’t be answered again on the main - if you are truly shy and do wish to remain anonymous with your concerns then please IM from a side account - i will also remind you that we went from 13 muns to 23 muns and 31 characters to 47 characters in a very, very short space of time and it caught us a little by surprise.       we  are also one of the few long-standing, plot-within-a-plot, dungeons & dragons inspired roleplay that i know of, and that takes a lot of time and planning  to execute, so please don’t misconstrue that as slowness either !

      if you want my reason why we have been having a little trouble with being as hella punctual as we used to be, then read below. if not, then no stress and we expect to be back to normal within the week !

     honestly, i have no problem being straight with the people i have written alongside for nearly a year, so lets begin after my return from hospital, loss of a housemate and half a grand and start with a few months ago a few my dads best friend, who is 47 years old and has two young children, went to the doctor with a stomach pain and by the end of that week his diagnosis is ten months maximum with cancer in his lymph-nodes, liver, lungs and bone marrow.     around that same time my grandmother went into hospital after falling due to her spine deteriorating from a combination of arthritis, and it is now strangling a nerve leaving her more or less bedbound. oh, and my nonno is terminal within twenty-four months and he is my heart and absolute soul.   also on my end, personally, for the sake of transparency, my boyfriends grandmother died a few days ago and i have to be up in about eight hours to get ready for the funeral and i just finished getting my outfit together because the swedish church and their circle are quite modest and i don’t want to offend everyone.

      and my personal crowning joy for the muse killing is, two weeks ago out of the blue, my dad who is my entire world and my rock, left our family because his mental health is deteriorating.    which leaves me, the only child with no local or helpful cousins or relatives, to try and support my disabled, multiple-sclerosis, PTSD, bipolar, depressed, house bound, barely ambulatory mum and my comunicationless, proud, damaged, private dad as best i can. it’s a little hard.

     again, i don’t speak for any of the admins and i am actually quite honest with the roleplay for  the most part, as i have no shame for any of the things i need to deal with as life goes on. however, my parents splitting up absolutely breaks my heart and makes me want to curl up in a ball and never go outside again, and so was not something i really wanted to talk about  in the roleplay because i like to try and keep my personal negative, especially the things i can’t do anything about, away from the roleplay to an extent.   i had planned on speaking to the roleplay tomorrow after the funeral service and the wake, but i suppose now is as good as any.

[cordellarecords-blog]

Welcome to Cordella Records, B, we are are so excited to have you on board with us. Please make your account within 24 hours and check out the NEW MEMBERS CHECKLIST. Enjoy your time on tour!!

Name/Alias: B.

Age: 22.

Timezone: GMT.

Preferred pronouns: She/Her.

Triggers: Removed for privacy.

IC Information:

Name: Cooper James Anderson.

Family/birth order: Anderson family, oldest child.

Face Claim: Brendon Urie.

Age: 28 years old.

Birthday: 18th January 1991.

Gender/pronouns: He/Him.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Ships/Anti-Ships: Cooper/Chemistry.

Hometown: Boston Massachusetts.

Job on Tour: Frontman/Lead Singer.

If they are in a band which band: Saint! California

Stage Name: Cooper Anderson.

Voiceclaim: Brendon Urie.

Life has never been dull for one Cooper Anderson. Starting life in the fresh air of Boston Massachusetts, his father was a high-end business man who went away every other weekend, leaving him to spend most of his time with his mother. Cooper came to grow very close with Pamela Anderson who founded the young boy’s love and appreciation for music. From the age of one he was banging on pots and pans on the kitchen floor. At two, he was twinkling the keys on the family piano and by three he was finally starting to imitate small melodies he heard his mother play.

It wasn’t until he turned three that his mother realised he had a true talent for music. He’d been learning the piano with her and had finally gotten a small guitar to play around on. It was around this time that the family decided to relocate to Lima, Ohio. They had relatives over there and with his father being away most weekends, she needed more help with another little one on the way.

After a successful audition, Cooper was accepted into Grove Academy of the Performing Arts. From the age of seven, Cooper was in a boarding school learning to train his talents and pursue other interests. Though it was difficult to start with some upset, he got used to his new surroundings and made some close friends he keeps in touch with. Cooper began attending at the age of seven and graduated when he was eighteen. As well as his academic studies, he participated in many shows and musicals the school was putting on. A few notable roles over the years were The Artful Dodger, Les Jacobs, Tobias Ragg, Enjolras and Sky Masterson.  Cooper held a strong passion for musical theatre though his heart was always behind a microphone with a live band behind him.

After school, Cooper had some freedom to make his own choices on his career and options ahead of him. A few scouts visited the school from various labels, but Cooper had his hopes set on Cordella Records. He’d heard about the label in both small whispers and big news articles and decided from the age of fifteen that this was the company he wanted to be signed to. Thankfully what was to come was good news for the fresh faced eighteen-year-old who couldn’t stop smiling when he was made an offer to join them. Now ten years on, Cooper still wears that smile only with a few albums under his belt, a couple number one’s and numerous cities ticked off on his plan to play in every country.

His relationship with his manager is fairly strong. There’s been occasions where they’ve butted heads but they’re usually the person to reign in his wild personality and ambitious ideas. Cooper knows he would have tripped at many hurdles if they hadn’t been there. The band is what he considers family. Having been away for a lot of his childhood and adult life, these people become his security and what feels like home; which makes it tough when they leave. He’s a very welcoming person with a bundle of energy and an infectious laugh, though, he’ll always do his best to be polite and respectful. His fans are his biggest influence and love. Those people are the ones he’ll dedicate as much time as possible to whether it be through social media, meet and greets or signings; he’ll always put in maximum effort.

With the announcement of various artists from the label coming together for a huge tour, Cooper was more than excited to get on-board. Having been the front man for his band Saint! California, facing numerous swaps of supporting musicians, he’s ready to settle and meet some of his fellow artists and maybe take some inspiration from others. The fact that they’re being filmed for TV is just a bonus!

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Fic: Aubade - Chapter One

Fandom: Mob Psycho 100 Rating: M Relationship(s): Kageyama Ritsu/Suzuki Shou Word Count: 4196

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Ritsu takes the overnight train from Grain City. His mother had told him to take the day train, given that they both knew he wouldn’t sleep on the ride home, and it would be better for him to arrive in the evening and go straight to bed, instead of arriving at dawn and spending all day trying not to fall asleep. She was probably right, but Ritsu was more or less an insomniac anyways, and night trains tended to be far less crowded, so. If he didn’t have to sit anywhere near a small, loud child, it would all be worth it.

He leans against a stone pillar on the platform and waits for the train to pull in. Despite the heavy summer air, the stone is cool at his back, seeping into his t-shirt and providing a pleasant contrast to the hot coffee in his hand. It should be cooling down a little soon, he thinks, staring at the sky, painted in soft pinks and oranges that darken into a deep red where the sun has disappeared behind some distant mountains. He cranes his head in the other direction to see where inky blue is starting to appear on the horizon, fading abruptly into the soft light of the sunset in broad strokes. It reminds him of the time he and Mob had found their mother’s watercolours when they were little, and decided to ‘decorate’ Ritsu’s bedroom walls. He spots a couple of white pinpricks in the distance, and distracts himself with trying to figure out if they’re stars or planes until the train pulls into the station, stopping at the platform with a shuddering sigh.

The only other people who would take an overnight train all the way to Seasoning City are a small crowd of salarymen making a commute for work, and Ritsu is infinitely thankful that they all seem to be as tired and antisocial as he is, because he finds himself alone in a passenger car aside from one dead-eyed guy in a suit who sits as far away from Ritsu as he’s physically able. Ritsu dumps his backpack onto the seats across from him and sits down, careful to hold his coffee steady as the train starts to pull out. He’s found that he can usually pack light when he’s going home for breaks, so his backpack just has the essentials. His wallet, phone charger, laptop, toiletries, a couple of books, a jacket, and some clean underwear are all he really needs to grab. While he knows that his brother’s old bedroom has been converted into a sewing room of sorts since he moved out, his mother has been loathe to change Ritsu’s room at all, so all of his clothes and such will still be waiting for him at home.

He settles back in his seat and lets himself stare out of the window as the train speeds up, until the station and the outskirts of Grain City fades away and the landscape turns into an indistinct blur. After a while, he remembers to pull out his phone.

TO: SHIGEO Got on the train, I should get into town early tomorrow

His phone buzzes with a response about a minute later.

FROM: SHIGEO Ok, be safe! You should try to get some sleep :0 If you tell me when youre getting close, me and Teru can pick you up at the station

TO: SHIGEO Im going to get here pretty early, youll probably still be asleep But thanks You should sleep too, ill see you tomorrow

FROM: SHIGEO Ok, see you!! <3

Ritsu wrestles with his pride for a few moments before sending back a ‘<3’ and shoving his phone back in his pocket.

He lets himself sit for another while, sipping on his drink and grimacing. Eugh. Cheap train station coffee is only tolerable while it’s too hot to taste. Still, he’s spent money on this, so he’s committed now. Night’s fallen quickly, and now when he looks out of his window, all he can see is murky blue, and the vague lights of some buildings in a city off in the distance. They’re just far enough outside of the city that Ritsu thinks he might be able to see the stars, except that the glare from the thin LED strips above the window is reflecting off of the glass too much to see anything but his own face.

A chill settles over the compartment. Not a bad one, or a particularly ominous one, but without the sunlight, the speed of the train and the air conditioning is enough to make him shiver in his thin shirt, reach over to grab a hoodie from his bag.

He shouldn’t leave himself alone with his thoughts, he knows, even as he continues to stare off at nothing. He’s notoriously introspective at this time of night, and he knows he’ll work himself into a panic if he just starts thinking, about this past year and himself and what he even wants to do… He shakes himself out of it. Come on, dumbass. You’ve got ten hours in here, let’s make it past the ten minute mark without dealing with this again. He should distract himself. Read, or play on his phone, or something, but as per usual, he can’t really bring himself to drag himself out of his daze. It’s an oddly comforting feeling, his mind retreating to the point that he barely feels real, like nothing actually exists in the pitch black beyond the window.

Time passes haphazardly, like it’s having trouble squeezing into the stale air of the compartment. His eyes lazily trace patterns on the ugly fabric of the chair across from him for what feels like minutes but could be hours, and despite the caffeine, he finds himself nodding forward, eyes blurring and drifting shut. By the other door, the nondescript businessman has pulled out his laptop and has been typing something for an indeterminate amount of time, and he latches onto the steady tap tap tap tap of the keys, the rapid taptaptaptap when he’s hitting the backspace, turns it into white noise in his mind that blocks out his actual thoughts.

He almost, almost jumps when his phone vibrates in his pocket again. FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) yo r u awake

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) Yes. what do you want, shou? FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) omg why r u up its like fuck in the morning s l e e p anyways teru says ur on ur way back to seasoning u didnt drop out right

He squints at the text, momentarily confused, until a glance at his phone’s clock informs him that it’s almost one in the morning. He must’ve actually fallen asleep for a while. He has a sneaking suspicion that the businessman over there has a very, very close deadline.

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) I told you what date i was coming back home a month ago. You know. When i planned this trip. Shockingly, shou, college students get summer break too.

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) i was busy!!!! i forgot!!!!!! how long r u in town :3

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) Two weeks. Im just dropping by to see my family and sleep for a while, really.

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) and get a haircut

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) And get a haircut.

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) anyways it is like 1 am u should be sleeping

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) So should you. I’m on a train, what’s your excuse?

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) :p

Ritsu snorts quietly. Stunning argumentation as always, Suzuki.

He wonders absently if Shou will be around. He’d stayed a couple of cities over for high school, but he’d started travelling as soon as they’d graduated. Apparently, there’d been some overseas business of his father’s that he had to take care of now that he was eighteen, so Ritsu hasn't seen him at all this last year, even during Christmas break. It hadn’t stopped Shou from texting him almost nonstop, however, regardless of different timezones. He wonders if Shou’s even in the country right now. Is it really worth it to get his hopes up, though? He’s already excited to see his brother, and Teru and Reigen, and his parents, so there’s no point in being disappointed if Shou has business elsewhere. They’re not kids anymore, it’s stupid of him to expect Shou to drop whatever obligations or responsibilities he might have to show up in Seasoning City, just to see Ritsu.

His phone buzzes with a new message.

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) hey do u know if ur mom still makes those rlly nice weird caramel cookie things i miss them deeply almost as much as i miss ur dumb face ive almost forgotten what ur angry frown looks like

—

He pauses at the front door, hand resting on the doorknob.

Auras are still… interesting, to Ritsu. Even despite six or so years of being able to use his powers, he still doesn’t really get the buzzing frequencies of energy that roll off of espers in waves, resonating with something in the back of his mind, like plucking on a violin string pulled too tight. He’d eventually gotten used to people’s auras, of course. His brother’s, he’d grown up with. Teru’s was a brainfreeze and a burn all at once, a rush of blood to the head that was strange, but not entirely unpleasant. Shou’s was, well. Shou. He hadn’t realized that places had auras as well. Standing in front of his house, though, he can feel it enveloping him like a blanket right out of the dryer, can feel it in the strange places that his powers seem to manifest, climbing in pinpricks up his arms and heavy at the roof of his mouth, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. It’s achingly, painfully familiar, and it’s only been a year, but he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed living in a place that’s lived and breathed psychic powers, that’s still imbued with them despite both of its resident espers moving out, and this house feels like home.

Mob is on him almost before he’s through the door, arms wrapped tightly enough around his shoulders to knock the breath out of him. Mob is only a few inches taller than him, but Ritsu is still struck with the feeling of being encompassed by his brother, and it feels in a sense similar to the aura of their house, but there’s something different, something uniquely Mob about it.

Ritsu lets himself enjoy it, hooking his chin over Mob’s shoulder so that he can return the hug without getting crushed completely. “Hey, Nii-san, what are you doing here?” He should be at his own apartment, theoretically. After all, it’s not like he has a bed here anymore.

Mob loosens his grip on Ritsu enough to take a step back and look him in the eyes. He beams at him a moment before his smile is dampened a little by sheepishness. “Ah, well. We thought we’d spend the night so that we could be here when you arrived.” Ritsu has a moment to think ‘We’? before Teru appears in the front hallway, weird hair and atrocious green sweater and all. “Hey, Little Brother!” he calls out with a wave, before weaving around Mob to give Ritsu a hug of his own. “Don’t call me that,” he scolds, whacking him on the back of the head even as he’s letting Teru try his damndest to squeeze him to death.

Teru and Mob have set up a fairly impressive pillow nest on the couch, and the TV is still on low volume, the tail end of some competitive cooking show marathon. That was a ‘thing,’ with these two, for some reason that Ritsu couldn’t understand. They just tended to be stupid competitions with stupid people who’d decided to embarrass themselves on television. Mob had told him it was “kind of stressful, but Teruki likes it, so it’s alright,” while Teru called it a “valuable bonding experience”. Ritsu wonders, sometimes, if all people in relationships are this weird, or if it’s just these two.

Once Ritsu has sneaked past his parents’ room and dumped his bag in his (as predicted, completely unchanged) room, he collapses onto the sofa with them, infinitely grateful for a chair that wasn’t actively trying to murder his back. For the rest of the train ride back, he’d had the good sense to shove another hoodie in between his neck and the window, and it had served as a pillow well enough, but God, his neck was killing him. Well, at least he’d come out of it better off than the businessman, who’d walked off of the train with an imprint of a keyboard on his forehead. Teru curls the other end of the sofa and Mob sits in the middle between them, pulling a pillow into his lap. Ritsu flops down with his head on it, scooching around until he’s mostly comfortable.

The silence that falls over the room is drowsy and comfortable, despite the muffled screaming coming from the television set. He knows that when his parents wake up in a few hours, there’ll be a barrage of hugs and wet kisses and questions about his school and his dorm and his grades and his friends, and a thousand other things that had always seemed so important this last year, when they took up every waking moment of his time, but thinking back now, feel so minuscule and pointless, just part of the drivel of everyday life. So for now, he’s content to let his eyes glaze over until the light from the TV fades into a blue haze that fills the room and lulls him into a sense of nothingness. He must fall into that grey area between asleep and awake, because at some point he becomes aware that Mob and Teru are talking, but he only catches snippets, keeps drifting off too much to follow the flow of the conversation. He catches, “-opening up the office this week? Shishou said…” from his brother, and something like “Ugh, please, no,” from Teru. Mob comments at some point on Ritsu falling asleep, and he’s not, not quite, but he’s also not nearly awake enough to dispute the fact. The only time he properly wakes up is when he feels Teru’s socked toes poking his head, playing with his hair. “-have got to cut this,” he’s saying, and his voice is soft and syrupy-slow, so Ritsu guesses he’s not too far off from sleep himself. “I mean, I know he’s got college and everything, but would it kill him to buy a pair of scissors?” Ritsu attempts to respond, but he all that comes out of his mouth is a series of jumbled word-sounds that are half-muffled by the cushion in his face, so he has to take a moment to blink himself awake and reorient himself before he can mumble, “I did trim it.” It’s not his fault if his hair is gravity’s natural enemy. And sure, he could actually get himself a proper haircut in between breaks, but in his defense, he doesn’t have to pay Teru.

“This is it trimmed? I’m actually scared to imagine you growing it out.”

Ritsu makes a noncommittal hmm noise, just for the sake of acknowledging that something was said. He blinks slowly at the wall on the other side of the room, having to take a moment to remember where, exactly, he is. The TV has been turned off at some point, so the only light in the living room is coming from the windows, whatever muted grey light has managed to slip above the horizon and filter through the clouds. It’s not quite dawn yet, Ritsu thinks, but it will be soon. He thinks he could probably get up now, maybe should get up, and weighs the option in his mind. Pros: good coffee and food in the kitchen. Actually being awake at a normal time to talk to everyone today. Cons: this sofa is very comfortable and warm. He manages to make himself turn his head to look up, and sees that above him, his brother is either already asleep, or most of the way there. Listening carefully, he can hear Teru’s breathing shift into something that’s just a little too close to snoring to be conscious. The movement, however small, makes something twist in his stomach and crawl up his throat, the weird sort of nausea that screams too early! Waaaaay too early! Well, if nobody else is awake…

—

He actually, properly, really wakes up to the sound of his mother talking, and the smell of something sweet filling the house.

“Shigeo, close the bedroom doors, or the whole house will smell like cinnamon!” Teru shouts back, “You say that like it’s a bad thing!” and Ritsu hadn’t realized that Teru was still on the sofa with him, so it almost scares him out of his skin. He feels toes poking at his head again, sharper jabs than earlier, and he has to take a moment to admire his brother’s willingness to compromise in a relationship, because really, even on a sofa, who sleeps in their socks? Teru’s voice is gentle when he speaks, as if he hadn’t just bellowed halfway across the house. “Hey, Ritsu, you should wake up. Your mom is making breakfast.” Ritsu rolls onto his back, groaning and blinking blearily at the ceiling as he listens to the distant sound of the bedroom doors shutting. Mob has somehow extracted himself from under Ritsu at some point, because his head is a lot lower than he remembers, and he can hear his voice from somewhere else in the house. Not loud enough to catch what he’s saying, but gentle and distinct enough to identify it as him. His mother’s response is drowned out by the clattering sound of a pan or a pot in the sink, but he’s guessing that Mob must’ve been sent to fetch them, because Ritsu hears, or… wait, no, more senses him approaching. He’s always had a little bit of trouble distinguishing his psychic sense from his physical ones when first waking up. He’s staring, eyes half-lidded, at a little dark speck on the off-white ceiling, so he can only really see a vague idea of Mob’s location as he comes up to the back of the sofa, leaning over to speak quietly to Teru. “Is he awake?” “I think so? His eyes are certainly open, but that doesn’t mean much with him, does it?” Mob laughs softly, more of a quick exhale than anything. “Not really. I’m setting the table. I’ll come and get you when it’s done.” He can’t be certain, but he’s pretty sure that Mob just leaned down to drop a kiss on Teru’s head, so he does his duty as a little brother and makes a face. It’s brattish, sure, and above his maturity level by far. He likes Teru quite a bit, and they’ve had mature, adult conversations in which Ritsu described in precise detail exactly what he would do to Teru if he ever hurt his brother intentionally, but, well. He did just finish his first year of college, so he’s reserving the right to be childish and annoying at least once. He leans his head back until he can make eye contact with Teru and stick his tongue out. Teru, smug bastard that he is, just raises an eyebrow and says, “Ah, I guess he is awake.”

Mob, still leaning over the back of the sofa, beams at him. “Ritsu! Morning. There’s French toast, are you hungry?” He hadn’t really noticed until this exact moment, but holy shit, he is starving. Sure enough, as soon as he steps foot near the dining table, his mother and father are all over him. He manages to get through his mother’s almost violent physical affection with minimal injuries, just by virtue of being much taller than her. His father’s bear hug, on the other hand, is a whole other ordeal. Still, he finds himself sat at the dining table with a plate in front of him, with Mob on his left, and Teru sat on the short end to his right. Despite quite a bit of it being about him, most of the conversation seems to pass right over his head, with Teru and his brother fending off most of his parents’ questions. Most of them seem to be just for the sake of chatting during breakfast, seeing as they already know what his roommates are like, how he likes his professors, and how he did on his finals. His mother had made a habit of calling him at least once every week while he was away, “just to check in”. It always feels like family dinners with Teru and his parents should be unspeakably awkward. Sure, his parents seem… okay with Mob and Teru, at least to their faces, although they seem convinced that either Teru and Mob are just really good friends, or that Mob is eventually going to get over this “phase of his” and marry that nice Takane girl he’d gone to school with. Bad enough that he’s not even going to school, he’d overheard his father say once, without this nonsense on top of everything else.

Still, Teru has something of an irresistible personality, a natural charm that has only grown under Reigen’s watchful eye. A single sentence and a sweeping gesture could enrapture a whole room, and he could talk you out of your life savings and leave you thanking him for it. Turning up the charm for his boyfriend’s parents is hardly any effort at all. Spirits and Such is lucky to have him. Ritsu is certainly grateful for the way Teru sends his parents’ questions flying back at them with a smile, leaving Ritsu to work his way through his toast and gulp down coffee until he feels at least marginally alive.

It also doesn’t hurt Teru’s case that he insists on helping to clear the table, and offers to do the dishes until Ritsu’s mother actually kicks him out of the kitchen.

Ritsu’s still feeling a little hazy; Shou has described jetlag to him, and although he knows it has to do with timezones, he’s starting to think it might also be a general lethargy that comes with travelling long distances. Still, he’s awake enough to thank his mother for breakfast, and walk through to help Teru and Mob to fold up just about every blanket in the house, and put them back in their rightful places. Ritsu ends up with an old fluffy blanket piled in his hands, bright green with little cows printed on it, and he’s already halfway through the door to Mob’s old room before he remembers that there’s no bedroom in here anymore. He squints at the makeshift studio, trying to recall what it had looked like before Mob had moved out. The bed had been by the closet… No, they’d moved it so it was by the window eventually, so he could keep it open during the summer. His desk had been replaced by a bigger one, with an old-looking sewing machine plugged in on top of it. He feels like the room had been so much bigger when his brother had been in it, although, admittedly, he hadn’t had much stuff to fill it with. Now, between the desk, the piles of fabric heaped around the room, the… well, he assumes they’re quilts… it feels cluttered. Unfamiliar, certainly. Where did this stuff even come from? I don’t recognize any of it. “Ritsu?” Mob’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and he makes his way quickly back to the living room, pausing to shove the blanket into a hall closet as he passes. Teru starts speaking to him as soon as he’s in the room, even as he’s simultaneously typing on his phone at a frankly alarming speed. “Oi, Ritsu. We’re not opening the office this week, but we should probably head over there later today. That way, you can see Da- uh, Reigen, and I’ll take care of your hair quickly. Get it over with, you know? We can go out to lunch and stuff afterwards.” That last bit strikes Ritsu has odd, said with a tone that’s just barely on-edge,  like Teru thinks he needs some incentive to go out with them. Still, it probably doesn’t really matter. He’s probably just trying to think of a way to get Ritsu to agree to eat at one of the bizarre, alleged ‘restaurants’that he seems to frequent. So, Ritsu sits down on the sofa beside Teru, saying, “You just can’t stand to look at my bangs falling in my face anymore.” Teru neither confirms nor denies, just keeps typing, which is enough of an admission in itself. “Yeah, sure, sounds like a plan. I just need to shower and stuff first.” Teru nods. “Yeah, Mob’s already getting ready. I was thinking we set off in, oh, forty-five minutes?” “Alright.”

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OLIVIA has been accepted for LAUREL CLARK

Your take on Laurel was brilliant, Olivia! We loved your writing, as well as the amount of detail you provided for all the questions - Laurel is in safe hands. Welcome to OL, and be sure you fill out the checklist HERE.

OOC name & pronouns: Olivia (she/her)

Age:21

Timezone: EST

IC INFORMATION:

Character’s name: Laurel Clark

FC choices: Lily Collins and Imogen Poots

Position request: Quidditch player (chaser)

Birthday: December 10th

Wand: 11 ¾, Hornbeam, phoenix feather

Patronus: A jaguar. The patronus is described as a more independent creature that does not rely on a group of animals. Quiet and indulgent. This describes Laurel quite well because she has always had to rely on herself throughout her adolescence. She was cared for but for a majority of her childhood she had to become independent faster than most children. While she does trust her friends, when it comes to her home life she always had to be her own ally. Her parents fear magic and fear what Laurel is capable of, but she simply wants to be able to harness her abilities to finally take control of something in her life.

Boggart: Her parents, more specifically her parents screaming witch related insults at her. Even though they have always been truly silent of the fact that she was a witch attending Hogwarts, she feared it becoming Salem-esque in which they would scream insults and fear everything that she was. Though they did fear what she was it was never solidified in word form, so the confirmation via their words that they did in fact hate and feared her would crush Laurel. There’s a small part of her that believes that maybe given some time her parents would finally come around, so having solidified insults hurled at her would truly be her greatest fear. The ultimate rejection of the people who made her.

Headcanons:

1.)  Laurel shoved her small shaking hands into the pockets of her jacket as she jogged back towards her house. The Tate’s brand new swing set had not split in two because of the quality of it’s metal and the ten year old knew that. Steel beams don’t simply snap in two when they’re fresh off the assembly line. Kiera was in tears and ran inside to tell her parents what had happened, but Laurel knew that she had to leave immediately. There was no explanation that was reasonable, and she had the same tingling feeling she had when grandmother’s china cabinet in the dining room suddenly fell (after being stagnant for longer than she had been alive), demolishing everything inside it. She flung the back door open and quickly slammed it shut behind her, taking a shaking breath in before falling to her knees. She wiped her hands down her pant legs as if she could wipe the tingling feeling away, but she knew that it was something she could never get rid of.

2.)  Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, Laurel sat down at her desk armed with a fresh bit of parchment and her quill. She was going to write to them again, no matter what doubts clouded her mind at that moment. Dipping the quill into the black ink, she lowered her hand to the paper, writing the first line. Dear Mum and Dad it began, but something stopped her from writing what she wanted to say, the kind words she always wrote in an attempt to win them back suddenly left her mind. I’ve never fought harder for anyone’s approval, and I know that I’ll never get yours. Somehow that does not stop me from trying to win you both back. And that’s the sad bit isn’t it? A child should never have to win over the approval or love of her parents. She stopped, the harsher words of truth that wore on her heart constantly were now written in ink, which made them feel all the more real. Laurel picked up the letter and tore it in half, crumpling it until it was small in the palm of her hand before tossing it in the bin.

3.)  It was a cool morning, the kind of morning that only a Scottish fall can promise. The mist hung thick in the air as Laurel made her way down to the Quidditch pitch, after last night’s game she noticed a few things that she could make improvements on. Her posture had been lacking, she hadn’t been cutting her turns as quickly, and there was a lot of work to do. She pulled her hat down over her ears before scooping up her broom, running her thumb along the chip at the top of the handle. It came from a collision in fourth year with a Slytherin chaser; she remembered that they had won that match as well. She considered it a victory mark and ran her thumb over it whenever she felt like they needed a bit of luck. The edges of the mark that were once sharp grew smooth from the oils on her hands rubbing into the wood. It made her broom hers, and she smiled at the fact that something she owned had such a warm memory.

History: Laurel Clark’s journey truly begins with the journey of her parents.Lily and Peter Clark had met in their late teens through a mutual friend. They were young and fresh-faced university students at the time, both hurtling toward very different futures through their individual disciplines: Lily wanted to be a doctor, Peter was studying architecture. Nothing should have bonded them, not when Lily was strongly career focused and would let nothing get between her and her dream career of a residency, while Peter tended to take the days as they came, drifting through both life and his course. But there was something between them - not magic, they were too muggle for that - that kept Peter motivated to continue pursuing Lily, and something about Peter that made Lily feel like it wasn’t such a bad idea to break down those walls. What they settled for was supposed to be casual - Peter couldn’t interfere with her studying, and the moment he did, he was gone. Peter, enamoured by her wry sense of humour and determination, agreed. Lily ended up graduating and becoming a doctor, only breaking up with Peter half a dozen times before that happened - and Peter managed to find employment with the local council, working on building plans and designs.

A family wasn’t on Lily’s mind, not for several more years, but when she fell pregnant, the Clarks decided to give it a go, believing that they were ready. Laurel was born a healthy child, delivered right in the hospital that Lily worked at, and taken home a few days later. Their household was always a little chaotic as Laurel grew up. Lily was gone for long stretches of time, while her father preferred to hole up in his study, pouring over sketches and designs and shutting out the real world. Laurel’s upbringing was largely a self-governed one, as soon as she was able to provide it - she walked herself to school, made her own lunches, and tucked herself in at night. Her parents cared - and made sure to show it as often as they could - but they were extremely busy people that couldn’t revolve their lives around her. Which was how Laurel hid traces of her burgeoning magic as long as she did.

It was only small things, things she could explain away as accidents or on the neighbourhood kids, but Laurel knew it wasn’t normal. And when she turned eleven, she was delivered a letter that proved it: she was a witch, and she had been invited to attend Hogwarts. She wanted to go, desperately, but she was scared of asking her parents - and more than that, she was scared of their reactions. Laurel’s instincts were correct when, one day not long before term was supposed to begin, her mother found the Hogwarts letter. Hell seemed to rain down on the Clark household: her parents were shocked, angry, but above all, they were scared. Laurel terrified them, and in the end she packed her things and ran away to London to catch the train, only sending an owl once she got to Hogwarts to let her parents know where she was. They didn’t reply to that letter, or any others she sent. It was truly hard for her to understand why her parents wouldn’t love her for who she was. It was clear that magic was apart of who she was, and it was the one reason her parents feelings about her changed.

Laurel was sorted into Gryffindor, unaware of its traits or legacy. She wanted to learn to control her magic - she wanted to harness whatever was inside of her, instead of feeling ashamed. But that feeling was always there whenever she was forced to go home for the summer, where her parents would be waiting. The Clark’s didn’t talk about Hogwarts - in fact, they pretended that Laurel didn’t exist until she left at the end of summer. They tip toed around one another, and as Laurel got older, the more she refused to go back to her house. She was tired of walking on eggshells and feeling absolutely illegitimate. Instead, she’d stay with friends until term began, and her parents never bothered to care - whatever might’ve bonded them together once upon a time was gone.

A strong girl with a lot of common sense, Laurel has endured hardships that her peers couldn’t ever begin to understand. The alienation and abandonment from her parents weighs on her, even if she pretends it doesn’t - in fact, Laurel has gotten good at pretending she’s stronger than she is. Throwing herself into quidditch, friendships, dueling, and school, Laurel keeps active and persists at self-improvement: there’s always some new avenue that she can push herself harder at, if only to keep her mind distracted. Laurel’s good at making friends, but bad at keeping them - she’s often too stubborn, too distracted, or too callous for most to withstand in the long term. But Laurel doesn’t change herself for anyone, a lesson she learned the hard way, and unflinchingly walks the halls of Hogwarts, feeling as though she’s more than earned the right to be there. She’s accepted herself for who she is, magic and all.

Now: For six years Laurel has been whole heartedly dedicated to becoming the best witch she could be. She had a knack for learning magic and as she got further in her education she wondered if she could teach at Hogwarts someday. Teaching kids raised with magic and those like her who were raised without it. Truthfully, teaching is Laurel’s “safe” career option, she was quite taken with Curse Breakers when she learned about them in third year. A career of adventure, danger, finding historical objects, discovering ancient ruins. It was a life she only could dream about. Her inner adventurer telling her that she only had one life, to live it the way she wanted to. But something always held her back from pursuing it head on.

As dangers rumbled throughout the school, Laurel knew her dedication and precision in dueling would be important if anything worse were to occur. She practiced more than other people did, practiced harder at quidditch so she would become stronger. Though she lets her logic make a lot of her decisions, Laurel’s heart lies at the base of those decisions as well, though she hides it as much as she can. She is constantly learning how to recognize her feelings, acknowledge them, and let herself feel them. A weakness is spotted and immediately she shoves it deep inside herself, in her mind weaknesses don’t help anyone move forward. Knowing these things about herself she almost always assumes other people see them too, which is perhaps why she isn’t good at keeping her friends. Long-term things don’t come easily to Laurel because the only constant that she’s had in her life has been herself. She fears relying on others because they may let her down, or leave. She has always liked making friends and having them around, but the underlying fear of them leaving or leaving because of her is too much to bear. Though she does hide it from others well with her wit and sarcastic sense of humor.

[realrhythmskrp]

DISPATCH, (06/24/17): Kaleidoscope Records has officially released information about main dancer, lead rapper, and maknae, Im Rihwan, on A-TEAM′s official website! Rihwan is a ‘00 liner and has been beloved by fans since his debut in 2015. Find out more about Rihwan below!

I, IM RIHWAN, have read and understand the terms and conditions as my position of MAKNAE and agree to honor the standards that are to be expected of me as an employee of KALEIDOSCOPE RECORDS.

OOC INFORMATION

Preferred name: jemi

Pronouns: she/her

Timezone: gmt+8

Other muses: N/A

IC INFORMATION

Faceclaim: NCT’s lee jeno

Name: im rihwan

Stage name (if applicable): N/A

Idol concept: rihwan is a-team’s “evil maknae” who’s known for being the older members’ favorite to “playfully” smack. with that he’s also considered the “maknae on top,” the youngest who could probably rule the entirety of south korea if he wanted to. rihwan’s playfulness certainly makes him fit for the part, but what most people overlook is his subdued maturity. in the way he speaks, the way he interacts with his members, he always knows he is accountable for whatever he does— that’s probably why he’s settled with his image— and whatever he does to the annoyance of his members he always apologizes for it at the end of the day. he usually uses this concept to his advantage to make the other members do his bidding, but rest assured, only up to a certain level.

Birth date and age: february 1, 2000 (17 years old)

Company name: kaleidoscope records

Group Name: a-team

Group Position: maknae

Strengths: dancing is his main strength, and he is also able to choreograph and teach choreography. he also raps quite a bit in their songs, and is trying to develop that skill as much as he can. having done several commercials as a child, he is also experienced in front of the camera and is capable (and wants to do more) of acting. within the group, he is also capable of cheering the other members on, a role even an “evil” maknae has to possess. with that, he’s also a very good listener and confidant.

Weaknesses: he isn’t much of a singer yet, and is very aware of that. rihwan’s insecure of his singing voice, but he’s able to carry a tune, at least. he also has a bad habit of comparing himself to others, which can make him feel very down about what he lacks. of course, as the youngest of his team he is also quite whiny—this goes for when his members don’t follow him or when he finally gets bossed around—but it isn’t overbearing.

Positive traits: committed, diligent, cunning, dependable

Negative traits: impatient, manipulative, insecure

PERSONAL HISTORY

bright lights and big cameras have stopped fazing him years ago. no stranger to the entertainment world, rihwan has almost never stopped working since he was four years old. people who know him say his mother’s to blame for this, and some other people also say he’s overworked. honestly, rihwan just wants to keep going. rihwan is far from tired, and believes that his real work is only beginning.

despite being a rookie in the idol world, rihwan isn’t an unknown face to many. a lot of people know him as the “angpang boy,” a little boy from that one seoul milk commercial for their kids’ variant called angpang. four-year-old rihwan made his mark as a korean household name, and has since then been working as a commercial actor. he still remembers his first shoot— the director loudly calls out a word he can barely understand as the lights are switched on. scanning the small crowd around him for a familiar face as he squints to adjust to the light, he finds his mother standing off to the side, giving him a reassuring smile and nod while mouthing, “rihwan, good luck.”

at four years old, he isn’t sure if he finds comfort in that. before he could respond to her, someone kneels down in front of him, speaking slowly and simply. instructions are fed to him, he nods, and everyone gets out of his way. when he gets asked if he’s ready, he replies with a loud yes, just like what he was told to do by his mom when she told him he would be on television. the cameras start rolling and he starts waddling with his bedroom slippers across the wooden floor like how they rehearsed at home, recalling hearing his little sister crying for food in the background. it’s honestly easy for him, despite his young age, to follow the script and everyone’s instructions. he knows what to do, but needs a little help on how to do it. multiple takes are spent redoing shots to get the right one, and as soon as they got that shot of him gulping down milk and wiping his lips on his sweater sleeve before showcasing a picture perfect smile, the lights go off as everyone claps and he’s brought back home holding his mother’s hand.

when he gets home he asks his mother if it would always be like this. his mother sets down his dinner plate in front of him as she sits beside him, and she replies with something along the lines of “if you want to.”

at five years old, a year later, he finds himself in a similar situation. in front of a couple cameras, given a few instructions—same old. after his first shoot, the kids at his kindergarten ask if that was him in that one milk commercial on TV. he just replies with, “maybe,” coyly but at the same time obviously flattered. this time it’s a shoot for some sort of food? rice? he doesn’t really know. all he knows was that he needs to whine and cry. he goes through with filming and when it finishes his mother wipes the tears he cried for the shoot away. “you did well today,” she says, and he responds with a nod.

it’s difficult to understand everything happening around you at just five years, and rihwan was feeling that insecurity and detachment from everything around him. for some weird reason, though, he enjoys it. being in the limelight feels right for him.

still, his life in show business wasn’t free of struggle. being the son of a working mother and a father working abroad he had to take care of his siblings growing up as well. this doesn’t mean his mother didn’t take care of all of them well—but he always knew he’s his mother’s favorite, being the firstborn. so he constantly figures he should spend time while he can with his sister who’s two years younger than him and his brother who’s three years younger.

at seven years old, when he isn’t at shoots, young rihwan spends time with his siblings, and the family dog, of course. their time is often spent by the pond at the park near their house, which doubles as a wishing well despite all the agitated koi fish. rihwan firmly believes in the power of his hundred-won wishes, holding his sister’s hand with his left and using his right to throw coins. the year he spent off working has a year of him studying, given, but it was also the year he started to frequent the wishing pond. now back into work, rihwan wishes he could do more cool things on camera to make his family (pet dog included) proud.

at almost ten years old, he realizes he’s gotten more than he bargained for. after seeing his face on so many CFs, entertainment companies have taken notice of his potential as a future idol visual. his second disappearance from commercials was short-lived, and soon he gets plunged into more auditions for more commercials after his mother gets her work life back together and rihwan does well enough in school. initially reluctant to accept offers to take rihwan in from companies, his mother figures it would be better to leave his management to people who, in her opinion, know better than her about managing kids. and so begins rihwan’s journey as a kaleidoscope trainee, the company out of the handful whose name mrs. im has heard about the most.

at eleven years old, he realizes that maybe his hundred won coins were well spent. half a year he has spent so far under kaleidoscope records has been tiring, to say the least, but hey, he’s been learning how to dance and he finds that a lot of fun. he’s still doing commercials, and also, he’s sure to get into that performing arts high school when he gets older. he does miss his family though, and wonders if his siblings are taken care of. living away from home is rough, but he trusts in the people around him enough to carry on. at that age he has started to process how things work in the industry. he realizes he can’t succeed if he doesn’t put in the work. so he works, and he works hard.

at twelve he finds that his passion for dancing has grown. the initial plan of him being a visual was overthrown by his rapid grasp of dance. after being surrounded by people who genuinely think “dance is life” he’s grown to love dance, and even performing in general. he misses filming for commercials, but then he also wants to focus on what his life is hopefully going to lead up to: becoming an idol. it was never in his plans—acting might have been, but never singing and becoming an idol. he finds the serendipity slightly funny. who knew he could actually make it? not his siblings, for sure, the ones who often joked about him ending up like the idols they saw on sunday afternoon music shows when they were young. well, even younger.

however, at fourteen years old, he gets tired. tired of waiting. he knows he’s still too young to debut, but at the same time, his almost three and a half years of training have been all too long for him. he still loves performing, and in fact has been dabbling in different dance styles and trying his hand and creating his own dances. his hunger to debut is strong, although he’s held back by his insecurity in singing. typically he skips intensive vocal training by chatting up his instructors or using dance practice as an excuse, but never does it on purpose. or so he likes to think. he’s secure in his dancing ability, and often resorts to avoiding singing by learning rapping and immersing in hip hop, which is useful in dancing, too. lately he’s been hearing talks of a new boy group being formed, and all his fingers are crossed.

he sends his sister text messages regularly, reminding her to toss at least three coins into the wishing pond for his speedy debut.

at fifteen, he finds himself being selected to debut as one of the members of “a-team,” kaleidoscope’s newest fresh-concept boy band. ecstatic, rihwan sure is, but just as scared. he’s trained with a lot of them before, but now being in a team with all of them is different. as the youngest of the bunch, he has to be taken care of but at the same time he has to be reliable. after all, he can’t be the weakest link. he doesn’t want to be.

seventeen and well into his work, he has settled into his niche in the group as the playful, impish youngest member of the team, but is still cautious about how his members feel. it’s funny how his (and his siblings’) coin tosses has gotten him to where he is now, enjoying a good amount of success as an idol— who would’ve thought? the child who has been working since almost birth is now an older child working even harder. rihwan’s career is only beginning for him, and he plans to take this ride as long as he can.

[ivyschoice]

The Murder Game (no actual murder tho, don’t worry)

@amelia-is-watching i hope it is the 31st where you live (what are timezones lol) and also that this is the right time bc i’ve not seen another gift given.. anyways this is your ‘secret santa’ gift!

Title: The Murder Game Rating: T

Note: first of all this got kinda long i hope that’s ok 🙈 also i hope the grammar and everything is tolerable (excuse me if i used weird expressions :D)

But most of all I hope you enjoy^^

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the story is set in the beginning of book 2 or just in a time were everything was alright

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“I’m so glad, we finished this assignment today”, Zack sighed as we walked back from the library to our suite. It was already getting dark. “Yeah”, I agreed, “That means we have the whole weekend to do other things…” “Like your girlfriend?” He grinned and had to jump to the side to avoid being hit by my elbow. “Zack! … Although…” We had reached the house and were now climbing up the stairs to the suite. “Gross, Amelia, I was kidding!”, Zack exclaimed walking faster, so that I had to hurry to keep up with him. “No, you weren’t.” “Yeah, you’re right”, he admitted and we both had to laugh.

“Oh, by the way”, he said while searching his pockets for the key, “I wanted to tell you about this great idea I had for…” He stopped as the unlocked door swung open and revealed a crowded living room. Kaitlyn, Tyler, Abbie, Tripp, and Edgar somehow managed to sit on the couch together, watching something on Tyler’s laptop. Brandon and Madison sat on the ground next to them and were looking at something on her phone. We stood there in the doorway for a moment – struck by surprise.

“Uhm, hey… all of you”, I managed to bring out and gave Zack a little push, so he would go inside. “Are you having a party without us?”, he asked. “And you’re here, too?” He was looking at Brandon. “Well, it was like that”, Kaitlyn started to explain, while coming over to us, “Tyler had invited Tripp and Edgar to watch the newest episode of The Crown and the Flame with us, Tripp asked Madison to come along and Brandon wanted to see you, so we told him he could wait here for you… Oh, and Chris had already planned a Bros’ Evening or something, so they’re here as well…”

I peeked around the corner and saw Chris, Logan, Darren, and James standing in the kitchen together. The latter spotted me. “Hi, Amelia!” “Hello..?”, I replied, not sure how he fit in this group constellation. “He actually came over to talk to you about the play”, Kaitlyn whispered in my ear, “But he seems to be having fun, so you don’t have to do that now.” Then she kissed me on the cheek and put her arm around my waist to guide me to the couch. I followed her willingly.

There was no more room on the sofa, so I had to take place on the arm rest. Zack, who had sat down next to his boyfriend in the meantime, looked up to me. “The idea I wanted to tell you about, is actually a game for a bigger group of people…” He grinned at me. “So we could play now?” Tyler shushed at us, but Zack stretched out his arm and hit the pause button, which resulted in several upset outcries. Tripp wanted to press play again, but Zack slapped his hand away and stood up.

“Guys, guys, guys! I just need you to listen to me for like 5 minutes! Please…” Chris and the others came over from the kitchen. “What’s going on?” “Zack is stopping us from watching the mid-season finale!”, Edgar complained. “That’s not true – ok, yeah, it’s kinda true – but I wanted to tell you about this game… I heard that the upperclassmen do this like every year – it’s called murder game-““Oh my god”, James groaned, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” “Hearing you say that makes me really curious about this”, Kaitlyn said with a mischievous spark in her eye, “Go on, Zack.”

“It works like this: Every player puts their name on a piece of paper and then you draw a name – which can’t be your own – and whoever is on your paper, is your victim…” “Victim as in murder victim?”, Tyler asked. “Heh, you got it. You have to ‘kill’ the person you drew by handing them an object – it can be anything, but the person has to take it voluntarily, so you can’t force something into their hand.” James let out a sigh: “This is gonna get so intense.” There was a smile on his face though.

Zack quickly continued, before any discussions could break out. “When you get killed, you have to give your murderer your piece of paper – so keep it on you at all times – and then they will have a new victim. The last person remaining is the winner. We’ll make a group chat where you can write if you’re murdered, but of course you can’t tell anyone who killed you or who you have to kill.” “That was a lot of explaining for such a simple concept…” “Shut up, Edgar!”

The game sounded really fun and I was excited about the idea of winning it. I just had to! We all put our name on little paper straps and collected them in a bowl. “Chris, go around and let everyone pick one”, Zack commanded, “And if anyone picks themselves, please tell us immediately, so we can start over…” “Aye, aye, captain”, Chris responded and held the bowl out to Abbie. She unfolded her paper cautiously and read it – a smirk appeared on her face. I was one of the last to get a name and I opened the paper while leaning away from Kaitlyn, who – of course – was trying to get a peek at it. Chris. That shouldn’t be too hard…

The evening went on with all of us being suspicious of each other and no one taking anything from anyone – well except for Logan, who fell for Madison offering him the chips, but after that we were super careful. Around one o’clock we decided to call it a night and said goodbye to all of our guests. After studying the whole afternoon I was exhausted, so I kissed Kaitlyn goodnight and went to my room, while the others went to the rooftop to stay up a little longer.

The next morning I woke up to loud voices coming from the living space. Was there a fight? I pushed my blanket aside and hurried outside. Zack and Brandon were apparently in a heated discussion. “You can’t just do that! That doesn’t count!”, Zack exclaimed, making wild hand movements as he talked. “Well, I sure think I can, because you didn’t say, that wasn’t allowed…” Brandon seemed a little calmer than his boyfriend. “Yeah, I didn’t, but it’s kinda obvious, that that’s not how it works, isn’t it?” He was clearly upset, so I decided to step in. “Hey, guys, what’s going on?”

They both turned around in surprise. “Oh, hi, Amelia”, Brandon said, “Didn’t see you there.” “Because you were busy trying to kill your boyfriend in illegal ways!” “What… so this is about the game?”, I began to understand, “If you got murdered, you just have to accept it, Zack…” “It wasn’t like that…”, he protested.

“Brandon told him to take his hand, therefore murdering him as he took it.” I hadn’t even noticed Kaitlyn on the couch with a cup of tea. “They’ve been discussing this for the past ten minutes and it’s way too early.” She gave them a look of reproach. “But a hand is not an object!” I tried to stifle a laugh. “That’s not funny, Amelia!” “Yeah, it is”, I responded, “I guess you just have to accept your defeat… And Brandon, good job! That was smooth.” He gave me an approving grin and then put his arm around Zack. “Come on, we wanted to get breakfast, remember?” “I guess”, he mumbled and as they walked out the door, we could hear: “I would never forgive you for this if you weren’t that cute…”

“Phew, they’re gone”, Kaitlyn sighed as I sat down next to her. “Yeah, you won’t try to kill me, right?” “Of course not… Wanna hold my hand?”, she said with a serious expression, before we both started laughing. “But really, I can’t promise anything”, she said with an apologetic look. “Well, same.” I snuggled up to her. “Good to know that my girlfriend cares more about winning than me…” I was about to counter, that she said that first, when I saw her teasing smile. “Ugh, shut up.” She giggled and gave me a kiss on the top of my head. “Oh, did you see the group chat?”, she asked, “Darren and Edgar were also murdered.” “Wow, this goes down faster than expected…”

Later that day we were all casually hanging out – except for Chris, who had training. Which was disappointing because I was still waiting for a chance to murder him. “So how do you think season 2B will pick up after yesterday’s episode?”, I asked, laying on the couch with my head in Kaitlyn’s lap. “Oh, oh, I drew something – I wanted to show you!” Abbie got up and disappeared into her room. “How did she make fanart so fast?” I wondered and got a bunch of nonsense answers. “Magic?” “Being a vampire.” “Time travel!”  

“Ta-Dah”, she came back waving a piece of paper around. Tyler stretched out his hand. “Let me see first!” “Here you go”, she handed it over, “And you’re dead, sweetie, sorry…” She didn’t look sorry at all. Tyler’s face on the other hand was priceless. “B-But… I… you… I was supposed to kill you, too!” He fumbled around in his pockets and showed Abbie the paper with her own name. “Does that mean, I’m dead?”, she asked and started to look a little more sorry. “Ha!”, Zack was jumping up and down, “That is an even dumber death than mine, yesss!” “No, it wasn’t”, Kaitlyn commented, bringing Zack down to the floor immediately. “Oh, I don’t care, dammit, just look at my pic, ok?”

By Sunday morning Tripp and James were killed, too, and the six of us suitemates sat together for breakfast. I had made pancakes and bacon, so it was pretty awesome. “Hey, need some more syrup, Kaitlyn?” Chris held the bottle in her direction. “Ha ha, nice try, pretty boy…” His cheeks turned pink. “W-What? I wasn’t, I mean I don’t even…” “I think you can save it, we’re not buying that”, Zack said laughing. “No, really- ugh forget it, will someone just pass me the bacon?”, he sighed. My chance! “Yep, here you go!” I quickly picked up the plate with the bacon and handed it to him. “Thanks, Amelia, at least you-“ “Aaand you’re dead!”, I said with a wink. “Ugh, no…” “Just give me your paper.” He reluctantly gave it to me and I read the name. Kaitlyn. Oh, well.

I was still figuring out a genius plan to catch my girlfriend off guard, when someone knocked on the door later that day. “I’ve got it!”, I shouted and went to open it, since everybody else had disappeared to their rooms or wherever. Madison greeted me with a hug. “Hey, Amelia, it’s been really boring at the house – you know Sunday afternoon and stuff – so I thought I’d give you guys a visit. What are you up to?” “Not much really”, I said and let her step inside, “Tyler and Abbie are out and everyone else just found something to do…” “Oh, ok, then just you and me?”, she seemed unbothered, “Um, where can I put my jacket?” She held it in front of her. I automatically stretched out my hand. “Here, let me-“ I saw the glistening in her eyes and put my hand back down. “Just throw it over one of the chairs…”

“Guess what! I killed Brandon!” Kaitlyn came around the corner smiling triumphantly, “And that means-“ She saw Madison and stopped in her tracks. “… There are only three people left in the game”, I finished that sentence. We all looked at each other. This was going down. Now.

Madison smiled at me. “Can’t we just forget about the game for a moment? Let’s just hang-“ “Kaitlyn”, I interrupted, “I need to talk to you in private.” She nodded. “Give us a sec, Madison?” Then she led me to her room. As soon as she closed the door, I started talking. “Kaitlyn, you-“ “I know that you have to kill me…” I put a finger on her lips. “Yeah, yeah, but you have to help me! Madison wants to get me and she’s going to! She’s too powerful: She’s cute and innocent, so she can talk you into anything! I think she has the most kills in this game… Please be my ally and murder her! … Wow, that sounds bad out of context…” She put her arms around my neck. “And how do I know you’re not just saying this to get a chance to kill me first?” “Well, I don’t wanna die”, I said while pulling her closer, “And either way in the end there will be two people, who have each other’s name, so I would rather win together with you than not at all…”  “Oh, wow, how immensely selfless of you”, she teased me and backed away right before our lips would have touched, “But it makes sense, let’s do this!”

She stormed out of the room and I heard her shout: “Madison! I challenge you to a duel for Amelia’s life!” I ran after her and met Brandon and Zack in the corridor, who were drawn out by the noise as well. We found Kaitlyn standing face to face with Madison, two swords in her hands. “Swords?”, Brandon asked with a puzzled expression. “Cosplay”, Zack and I responded at the same time.

“We will fight with these”, Kaitlyn announced, “And if you win, Amelia has to take an object from you. But if I win, you have to take one from me…” Madison considered this for a moment, then said: “Fine.” “Oh, damn, she’s putting her hair up, this is serious”, Zack whispered in my ear and I could hear Brandon asking him, if the blades were sharp. I hoped not. Kaitlyn put one of the swords on the ground so Madison could take it. “I really don’t think this is a good-“ I tried to stop this from happening. “You can’t stop us, the deal has been made!”, my girlfriend exclaimed and swung her weapon at Madison, who parried skillfully. Zack, Brandon and I fled behind the kitchen counter.

“I can’t believe, they’re doing this. Awesome!” Zack was thrilled. “It is kinda hot”, I had to admit, “but this is gonna end in a disaster…” “I’m prepared to call an ambulance”, Brandon said and I was not sure if he was joking. The swords clashed together again and again while the two fighters manoeuvred their way around the small table in the living room. “Why… are… you… so… good at this?”, Kaitlyn grunted and staggered a few steps back, because she hadn’t parried properly. But she recovered and thrust at Madison without hesitating. Fortunately she had amazing reflexes or Kaitlyn’s sword would have stuck in her shoulder. “We have to stop them!”, I said in a low voice. “Easy”, Zack whispered back, “We just need a distraction…” There was a groan followed by “I’m fine, I’m fine!” and more clanging swords. “…Yeah, now.”

“What the actual heck?!”, a new voice appeared – Tyler’s. We three dove up from behind the counter. Abbie and Tyler stood in the door and stared stunned at situation. Madison and Kaitlyn had both lowered their weapons. “Kaitlyn, now!” I screamed and she understood. With a grim expression she leapt forward, stepped on the table and jumped in Madison’s direction bringing her sword down so hard, that Madison dropped hers. Not the finest technique, but it worked. Zack, Brandon, and I started cheering. “Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn!” She held her hand out to her defeated opponent with the biggest grin and Madison shook it. Tyler’s eyes were full of amazement: “That was-“ “super dangerous”, Abbie interrupted with a stern look.

“Well, nothing happened”, Kaitlyn said with a shrug, “Except that we won, oh yeah!” I ran over to her and hugged her. “I can’t believe we won the game!” “What? No! You can’t win together, there has to be one best murderer…”, Zack protested. “Of course we can!”, I replied and took Kaitlyn’s hand. “Come on, my heroic lady knight, I need to thank you for saving my life!” She giggled and let me pull her to my room. “Gross!” “Shut up, Zack!”

[netherwar-rpg-blog]

Welcome to the Wardens, Nikki! Your application for a RANGER OC has been accepted with a Jenna Coleman FC.

I cannot emphasize how much I loved this application - I really love how you’ve created this delightful town and proud family which shows that you’ve taken the lore to heart. It’s really unique to see a Ranger awaken far from the Singing Tree but her connection to nature and the Giant Beasts show that Leila has a destiny she has yet to discover. The Wardens can certainly help with that! It was moving to see how Leila desperately wanted freedom and found independence through her friendship with Maeve - which ended messily for them both! It will be interesting to see how Leila interacts with other Priests and if her prejudice against them will continue to seethe!

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: Nikki

Age: 20

Timezone: PST

Activity Level: Usually at least every other day!

Extra: –

C H A R A C T E R - I N F O

T H E - B A S I C S

Name: Leila Briardale

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Class: Ranger

Faceclaim: Jenna Coleman

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

Nationality: Carnish

Appearance: 

There is a raised chin and self-assured stance that suggests higher status, in money or title, of Leila.Yet, the wildness in her walk and the broiling defiance in her gaze-her large brown eyes barely restraining her emotions-hint at something else entirely. They hint of woods, of running, of a risky limitless expanse.

She stands just above five feet but her gestures and voice command room, demand attention. Though appearing unscathed, Leila has a sweeping scar on the side of her abdomen running above her hip while this is not usually noticeable, on account of being under her clothes, this may be seen when she wears looser or shorter shirts.

While she sometimes wears other jewelry, Leila has a plain bracelet made of dark rubber with a leather pad covered by a golden plate. She has smooth stone bracelets and anklets which can usually be seen on her person. Strapped on her thigh, beneath her skirt, is the body of a slingshot and a dagger.

Personality:

- Reckless: Outfitted with a thoughtlessness nurtured from a spoiled childhood in which her problems were cleaned up and hushed, Leila rushes into situations relying mostly on impulse and feeling. Now, knowing that life will always end in death and that nature will continue despite that, she lives with a careless abandon. Leila is enamored with freedom and life but she hasn’t found what she lives for, what will make her afraid to die. Her recklessness is fueled by her disregard for death because she has done more already than she would have done in her old life.

- Self-centered: Being guided by impulse and whims, Leila thinks little of how her actions will affect those around her. She has a certain streak of bossiness and a prying curiosity that knows little boundaries. If people don’t like her, she knows that they can just avoid her and so she’s indifferent to her rudeness. Leila’s thoughts are focused on either her own world or the world, nature, as it is. She’s more likely to work to rescue people she knows or the woods than strangers if she were to have to choose.

- Petty: Though Leila won’t hold grudges for too long, she will act on them. From rolling her eyes to organizing small pranks, Leila isn’t above being absolutely childish to get her revenge. Spite motivates her.

+ Daring: While others may hesitate to take on a dangerous quest, Leila would be the first to volunteer. There isn’t much that would cause her to pause so long as she sees value in doing it, this value able to be something as simple as it being interesting.

+ Honest: Even with her pranks, Leila hates to use trickery. When asked, Leila is usually truthful and straightforward. She doesn’t want to use others or deceive others. If she does trick someone for reasons other than some joke, the guilt weighs on her heavily.

+ Charming: Yes, she is a bit bossy and all over the place but she manages to dance in the space just below annoying, for most people. Perhaps, it is in her openness or her confidence but she has a charisma that, before annoyance, asks people to linger.

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

History:

“This is it. I always wondered ‘Why must I? Why must I learn these lessons? Why must I be so uncomfortably dressed? Why must I hide my power? Why must I get married?’ But I don’t need to! Call me a disappointment, if you will. A simpleton. A wild child. I am a doll no longer; I am my own.”

The Briardales were a respectable family. Elias Briardale ruled the small town of Blumebell in a way that was neither deplorable or entirely just. Annelie Briardale, the most presentable of all Briardales, kept the locals placated and their reputation as pure as possible. She had married Elias for the town’s love of him and his charismatic cunning in business. Emmerich, their eldest child and only son, was to be raised to be the Baron of Blumebell, taking over Elias’s position. Leila, their lovely and sole daughter, was to be married.

That was Annelie’s plan, unoriginal but fitting. What Annelie had not planned was for Leila to start calling the trees her friends, for the small child of only five to claim her green thumb to be some power. Annelie insisted that she was merely a good gardener but the worry was planted in Annelie and grew as Leila did.

The wildness in Leila struggled to be contained. Running from her lessons, she would drag her brother off to play hide and seek or tag in their gardens. When her brother became too busy to be bothered, she would instead hide among the trees by herself. After disappearing for a whole day to avoid being taught proper posture while walking and sitting among other things, Annelie had their tall trees replaced with shorter ones that could hide nothing but perhaps a tiny bird. It was then that Annelie had to acknowledge Leila’s power, however, after catching sight of Leila from the window crouching into a rosebush to hide and seeing the flowers and thorns moving to avoid her.

Leila learned that this was the marking of a Ranger, that she had been given a gift from the Singing Tree. She wanted to visit it, to ask why it had chosen her and what it was that she should do. She wanted to go there, to go off and away. Distraught, Annelie forbid Leila from sharing her power, from using it, and developing it. This was for the good of the family. This was for her role in the family. This is what she must do.

As a child of ten, Leila learned how to sneak out at night. She had been forbidden from going into the gardens alone and so her night trips had been first purely out of spite. Running barefoot in the garden beneath the cover of darkness and starlight, she felt, she imagined, as how a bird does when lifted by a sudden gust of wind: ecstatically frightened.

During the summer of that year, Leila was invited by Emmerich to accompany him on his trip to a nearby town to meet potential marriage partners. She was almost bursting with excitement, unable to tear herself away from the window of the carriage she rode in. Emmerich rode beside them, insisting on taking his own horse out of his fondness for the beast and so that later he and Leila could ride on it through town together. In the second day of their traveling, they were attacked by bandits.

Leila saw Emmerich’s body slump in his saddle to be then carried into the woods by his startled horse. One of their guards chased him while the other drove the carriage swiftly down the road to keep Leila safe. They did not find Emmerich. Elias became quieter, sterner. Annelie’s desperation sharpened. Leila heard only of dear Emmerich and of her duties.

In the years following, Leila complied with Annelie’s lessons but she still snuck out of their manor, although her wanderings would now spill over into the town. She had seen a flash of the bandit’s face and she had taken it upon herself to find him if he ever were in Blumebell. During one of these searches, she happened upon Maeve.

Messily chopped red hair and a tempest of blue eyes, Maeve’s appearance captivated Leila. The fierce girl had stepped in after other street kids recognized Leila and started to bully her for gold. Maeve shut them up and dragged Leila away to start lecturing her for her goddamn foolish straight-out-of-a-dragon’s ass idea. They became friends soon after.

It was through this friendship that Leila learned of Emmerich’s actual state. While visiting a tavern whose owner would give Maeve free shepherd’s pies and other foods, Leila spotted the face of the bandit who had killed Emmerich. Maeve helped Leila tail the man, or rather Maeve was forced to follow along as Leila ran after him. Upon questioning the man with Maeve’s knife to his belly and Leila standing with all the ferocity Annelie had given and taught her, he admitted to being Emmerich’s friend.

The heir that never wanted to be wanted simply to marry a lady that had traveled to town and stayed long enough to capture his attention and for him to capture hers. Knowing full well that Annelie and Elias would never allow him to marry someone of questionable standing, he orchestrated a plan among his guards and the lady’s close friend to fake his death and run off. Leila had been used to confirm the death. Leila did not share this information with her parents. She tried resigning herself to being a proper Briardale lady but began to practice nature magic while finally allowed in their gardens by herself.

Annelie would have been happy with her daughter had her daughter sat still but Leila did not. At sixteen, Leila had learned how to present herself as someone Elias and Annelie could be proud of and she memorized that person but only acted that way if the situation called for it. Having learned enough, she took to running off during the day.

Maeve would meet her at the docks. Blumebell wasn’t the most well known town in the trade but had a good location at the mouth of a river that exited into the sea allowing for several types of fish. There Maeve would point at different boats and tell Leila of their type, their usage, and their history. Leila would listen but remember none of it, liking the way Maeve’s voice sounded during these teachings too much to commit herself to not needing them.

It was there, too, that they spoke of adventuring. Maeve wanted to become a pirate, to be some rascal on the seas, and Leila wanted to…she did not know what she wanted to do but she promised to eventually meet the pirate Maeve. Perhaps, she would have some special house for Maeve to hide in should she ever need it and there Leila would listen to Maeve’s adventures. Hearing this, Maeve insisted that she would take Leila out to some of her travels then but Leila would need some method to protect herself as to not burden the rest of the crew. The noblewoman began to practice archery and slingshots.

As Leila’s arranged marriage approached, she grew more and more restless. Elias increased the guards around their manor to keep Leila from running off daily. Annelie would bring Leila to her salons, though as opposed to just their created literature it became more a showing of various talents, and book clubs to expose her to other ladies of their status. Leila felt the most at ease during in the gardens during their strolls and evening gatherings but still there were too many people for her to relax. The obligations and the role suffocated her.

So she planned on running.

Escaping to the docks, she told Maeve of her wanting and Maeve agreed. She’d make some plan and they’d go at the end of the week. Leila gathered her things and went to meet Maeve. They set off on a small rowing boat during twilight. Leila did not know where to but assumed they would follow the coast to another town or some hidden house; she was amazed when night fell and she stared up at the lantern light of a ship. Leila had been cooped for some time during which Maeve had met a few others who knew of her and the Briardale lady.

Maeve apologized before pulling out her dagger, forcing Leila up the side of the ship, and tying her up. Leila stared at her friend who had finally become what she had wanted to be. Then she started cursing.

The journey to another settlement was a fairly short one, a week at the most, but it had felt lengthened due to Leila’s behavior. Eventually they threw her into a storeroom to quiet her insults and yells. When they finally arrived at another town, they kept Leila on board while the others went to get supplies and organize a ransom. Maeve and another pirate stayed on board to watch Leila. Hours passed then Leila heard fighting.

Someone had recognized the ship and called for guards and a few other visiting adventurers to deal with the pirate threat. Maeve burst into the storeroom, cut Leila free, and yelled at her to run. She followed Maeve off the ship but some others gave chase. They ran through the alleyways and side streets and had almost reached the edge of town and beginning of the woods when someone cut them off. The priest gave Maeve one chance to surrender but after the very blunt declination fought without much mercy. A guard, hearing the commotion, joined in on the battle. Leila watched not knowing who to help and saw the guard fall to Maeve. There was a brief grin on Maeve’s features before the priest’s sword pierced through her. Leila ran forward as the priest, using magic Leila had only heard about, brought the dead guard back to life.

She begged the priest to heal Maeve; he would not. She drew her dagger; he still would not. Leila darted forward but her attack was blocked. Rangers could heal, but she did not know how. She could feel Maeve weakening, though. She was too aware of it. The priest, frustrated and done with the whole ordeal, moved past Leila to finish the pirate. He was not expecting Leila to react so quickly. The wound in her side screamed but she kept going, taking Maeve on her back and willing her body to go, to go faster, to keep going.

Weakly, she heard Maeve laugh. “You, fucking fool, I am no friend. Get out of here.” And Maeve pushed herself off of Leila. All Leila could tell herself to do was to keep going further, eventually she collapsed in the forest.

When Leila awoke, it was to the sight of an approaching giant wolf. She sat up and used her magic to make medicinal plants to press to her side. Leila only stared, tired and pleading. The wolf stopped and returned her glare. Instead of eating her, the wolf walked off and returned with a rabbit.

In the year that followed, Leila nursed herself back to health and followed the Giant Wolf she named Mona. When Mona disappeared during mating season, Leila journeyed to Siften to find other Rangers and to finally see the Singing Tree. She learned eagerly but found herself missing Mona dearly. Leaving after a few years, Leila ventured back to search for Mona. She tracked Great Wolf prints, hurrying when the tracks indicated some fight and mixed with blood. Leila found Mona inside her den gravely wounded by several spearheads. There were signs of other wolves who had wandered out, perhaps driven by hunger. One, however, stayed behind. A pup as black as the water had been all those nights ago when Leila and Maeve had ran off slept frailly near Mona. Leila left the den and returned with food. She picked up the pup and fed him outside.

Naming him Veit, Leila raised him, traveling around the wilder lands and visiting only the smaller villagers. Still, she felt lost. There had to be more. Leila was finally free of being the tool of the Briardales and even the pawn of Maeve, but she had no other purpose for herself. When she heard about the Wardens, she thought that maybe, just maybe, that could work.

Reason for joining the Wardens:

Leila joined the Wardens to find some sort of purpose for herself. Having finally escaped what she had been ‘meant’ for, she found herself missing any sort of meaning. Maybe, this is why she was chosen to be a Ranger. At the very least, this is a productive way to pass time and hone her and Veit’s skills.

Desired Connections:

Leila is rather new to the Wardens though has probably heard of a few members from tavern talk. She definitely knows of THE LEADER, though, and is wary of her and the other priests. Leila tends to avoid the priests, if possible.

R O L E P L A Y - S A M P L E

(Please provide a sample of your writing to one of the prompts below or use another setting which fits with your character’s background and story.)

   In the muffled light of creeping dusk, Leila’s lantern creaked and swung. The tufts of light followed her down and through the narrowed alleys of Blumebell like the essence of an incessant ghost. The weighty blanket of nearing sundown deadened even the metallic clangs and busy jostlings of dinner preparations and shop closings. Leila’s footfalls could have been of a cat’s but still they felt too loud, too rushed, to her ears. She held her breath when passing a window or doorway as if her breathing would make all the difference.

    But, she was not afraid. No, she was not afraid. Nervous, yes. Her heart was a persistent pecking bird; it knew no rest. Not even when the looming structure of her manor was far behind her. Not even when the sun fully buried itself beneath its deep purple grave. Leila felt her hummingbird of a pulse up until she saw Maeve.

    Standing beside a rowing boat, Maeve raised her lantern to shine on Leila’s face. Her hair flared like fire in the wind and the light. “About time you got the fuck outta there.” Maeve had turned to load Leila’s things into the boat but not before a brief grin.

    “I was biding my time.” Leila balanced herself into the front of the boat, raising the corner of her lips with the arch of her brows. “Mother did say to make my entrances and exits as memorable as possible.” She was expecting some comment, some laugh or joke, but was met with a humming nod. But the sea was the sea and they were in a wooden leaf of a boat so Lydia counted the reaction as concern. Though she knew Maeve and Maeve knew the sea and all its modes of transport.

    “Where would you like to go first, Maeve?” The question was thrust hopefully into the air between them. “After we complete my daring escape, of course.” Leila drummed her fingers on her lap, the soft claps gone beneath the waves. “I don’t have much gold on me anymore and I won’t be able to give you the safe house as promised but I’ve gotten fairly good at the slingshot. As a matter of fact, if there’s a rock-” Glancing behind her to the front of the boat for a rock jutting above the water, Leila found, instead, a solid shadow in the distance.

    In the darkness, lanterns lit. Leila stared. Maeve said nothing but the rowing wavered then slowed then quickened. Within Leila: a dawning and a sinking. In a whisper, “No.”

    Before Maeve had even met Leila, she had known of her brother’s death. After Maeve had met Leila, she had found out how Leila had been used. Maeve knew. Leila had shared memories with her as Maeve had shared hopes with Leila. They were friends. They were to be adventurers together.

    Again, “No.” Again, silence.

   “So, you’ve found a ship and a crew? Where are we going then?” Nothing even with Leila’s nervousness dripping into her speech. “Maeve, I like surprises but this is stretching a bit too much, would you not think so?” Nothing. Leila looked at her friend, she could see her eyebrows ridged above narrowed eyes.

    The boat stopped just short of the ship and Maeve reached to her side. She unsheathed her dagger and met Leila’s eyes. Maeve’s lips parted and Leila felt fear then, a drowning sort of dread, a knowing sort of dread. “I’m sorry.”

[incursionofthedamnedrpg]

Jasper accepted! We can’t wait to see what this demon gets up to around here. You know the drill, Teddy!

Name: Teddy

Age: 18

Timezone: GMT

State an account where we can message you: Here or like, the blog I’ll make!

How active you’re going to be: (1-10) 7/10. My course is getting busy but like, I’ll always really be around.

How did you find out about this roleplay? I’ve been here a long periolodically time.

Why do you want to play this character? All my characters are such sweethearts and are nice guys but I think it’ll be interesting to play a character is generally a bad guy! I don’t play that enough really! I think he’s going to cause some trouble, break some hearts and relationship. Also, Charlie Cox’s face? If that isn’t reason enough?

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

IC:

Preferred Ships:

Sample para: RFP

Name: Jasper Birthday: Unknown. (26/351) Species: Demon Lookalike: Charlie Cox Availability: Taken

Personality For a Demon, Jasper is unusually quiet and likes to work alone despite having multiple alliances to other demons. A lot of talking annoys him as he needs to hear his own voice clearly in mind and when he speaks, his words are so carefully chosen. His brain is very particular and smart and he would generally argue his brain works way different to others. He’s a perfectionist and likes to have a million back up plans in case of failure. To the outside world, he can put on the perfect facade, he’s your average charming, funny, handsome estate agent but Jasper is way too smart to play dumb. Every demon knows once Jasper starts on a mission, he’s relentless to get it done and not only done but done to the best of his ability. He’s efficiently clean, but his methods are particularly cruel and rough. Tiny, tiny fragments of his old human life remain but he ignores them.

Present Jasper was born in early 1656 to parents to a married couple, Edmund and Helen born in a very small house in London England. His parents were far from rich, in fact, they were only just keeping up with payments so they could live in the house, let alone take care of a kid but they’d really wanted to be parents since their marriage began. Having a kid at this time was hard and not many children survived the past infancy. Jasper was the last of his siblings and he came fighting. His older brother had died during birth and sister hadn’t gotten very sick at the age of three. He was the only survivor which made his parents seriously overprotective of him the only child that grew up normal.

He didn’t get along with other kids. He liked his own company and as their neighbourhoods housing was all very tightly connected, Jasper and his parents knew everyone. Jasper just never cared for anyone other than his parents.

Then cue the Great Fire of London to a time where all ten-year-old Jasper saw in the midst of night were the burning fires of houses on house on houses of fires on fire. It was terrifying but he couldn’t help but see a little beauty in it. He knew nobody would understand him but how could such destruction not be deemed as beautiful in everyone’s minds but he kept it to himself. The idea of upsetting his parents, the only people he did care about in his life was something he never ever wanted to do. The first night, the flames hadn’t reached their home but by the second it certainly had so he’d had to run with his parents. That and his entire street so in the end, he got separated from them. A young boy, alone. No parents until he saw them on the ground burning. He didn’t cry. He was hurt but god, the flames were beautiful it had distracted him but what was he supposed to do now an orphan. The day he saw the world his world on fire was the day a side of him was born.

One of his neighbours found him and raised him for a while being a friend of his parents and not a mother herself, Lily took care of him and even sent him off to school where he’d learn skills that’d help him. Reading, writing, counting.

As he grew up, he realized he had too much pent up frustration to he had to take it out on someone. So who? The first boy that tried too hard to befriend him was the first. He punched him once. Then twice. A third time. Then a constantly ground not stopping until a teaching had to hold him back. Jasper got into fights with other for even just a dirty look and the last straw obvious got him kicked out of school. Well - he ran away. A boy had annoyed him so by the pond, he’d drown him. He’d left his head submerged in water, had his stuff and he left the school but before, he set a match and let the school start to burn as he walked away.

Then a man on his own, he’d heard about mythical people able to grant him anything his heart desires. Eventually finding out how he summoned a crossroad demon and after she explains to him on how it worked, a simple nod came from the now man. He’d travelled so far on his own, changing his name a few times so people wouldn’t be on his trail. Jasper was fascinated by this all. So what did he want? He simply said. “I want to pay my respects to my parents. The only way to do that is by having the world die as they did. In fire. I want to see the world burn. That’d be beautiful.” He nodded. He then wished his parents would be back to life and he hugged them but Hell fascinated him more and more so he even volunteered for his soul collection to be taken much earlier than the crossroad demons plan. She’d never met anyone like him, who just volunteered. So he died, committing suicide to excited for his ride to hell.

He was tortured in Hell for many, many years. Stripping him from his memories and his humanity further and further but after away, he even started to enjoy it. It was strange but he wanted to prove himself to Lucifer he was the best of the best.

So, he picked out his meat suit of a business man who had been having a mental breakdown until Jasper had saved him. Or well, let him take the backseat while he took the front. That was years ago, Jasper is comfortable in his skin now. If not really proud because he could act. Getting a job as a local estate agent in Mystic Falls would be a good cover, especially knowing Lucifer is around for him to prove himself as well as many other demons, and humans he could have his fun with. Raise a little hell? What could go wrong?

Connections

Dante

Most demons annoy Jasper beyond belief but Dante seems to be the exception. He’s actually someone he looks up to, who he considers his brother. He’s probably the only person Jasper truly cares about anymore.

Gen Angeli

They’ve met. They know each other. Jasper used to think she was much cooler but apparently, all it takes is a Winchester to make you weak. Maybe he’d set her free and exterminate them. He’d love to be the guy who takes the crown of killing a Winchester.

Dominic Lawrence

He’s done his research though wants to know more. So befriending him in the act of a nice guy local estate agent who could be his best friend would be sweet when he stabs him in the back.

[twruniversity-blog]

Accepted Nyo!Japan

Yo, yo! Welcome!

Get all your stuff in within the next three days, aiight?

OOC;

Name: Zip!

Age: 17

Pronouns: they/them Activity: 6~7

Contact: @eliizas.tumblr.com

Ships for Muse: If anyone wants to rp any ship, I’m open to mostly anything lol, just tell me before hurtling someone @ her~

Timezone: EST / GMT-5

Triggers/Sensitive Subjects: pedophillia, and any relationship that is built on / has a very wide age gap.

Any Concerns?: none whatsoever!

IC;

Character: Nyo Japan

Full Name / Preferred Name: Takahashi Sachiko, and she prefers to be addressed in eastern order until she says otherwise.

Age: 19

Birthday: April 29th

Gender: (Cis) Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Housing: Miromiro Hall- shared room

Pets: A probably over-fed rabbit named Dango, he’s fat and lazy and lives under her desk when she’s in class.

IC - In Depth;

Magical Branches: Water and Light

Ahurei (Unique Ability): Magical Calligraphy- Sachiko’s writing has always been influential, and when she writes it looks more like art than written word. Writing an emotion, such as “love”, can leave people feeling warm all over all day after they see it. When she puts the character for “tree” down on paper, people who read it feel a sudden urge to go out into nature. Currently, she’s working on how to convert this power into Latin letters and music.

Major/s: Poetry and Water

Minor/s: Composition

Type of Degree: Bachelors with Honours

Clubs: Dueling, Social Orchestra (Pianist), Debating, and Volleyball (she needs to cHILL)

Appearance: Sachiko does not, personally, believe that she needs to put a lot of effort into looking presentable, but she knows that they way people perceive her is very important. She keeps her hair trimmed neatly and well-maintained, tying it back behind her when she doesn’t have time to work with it. Light makeup is also necessary for day to day life, and aside from that, she gets exercise with volleyball and has a healthy diet that keeps her in decent shape.

She stands at a “modest” height of 150 centimeters, or 5’0’’, and can’t be bothered to make herself look taller. Sachiko is naturally demure looking, with a small frame, flat chest, and a small spattering of freckles on her nose. She uses this to her advantage almost everywhere she goes, taking over debates people got sloppy on, surprising her enemy in dueling club, and writing essays that are almost as tall as she is.

Her face is what really makes her stand out from her fellow students, however. Framed by inky black locks, she has a pleasant, heart-shaped face. Her hair is cut “sensibly” most of the time, and right now it’s shoulder length and in need of a trim. Even though her hair is lovely, though, Sachi’s eyes are what she always claims to be her best feature. Lovely and almond shaped, they’re the colour of freshly-brewed coffee and hold more knowledge than her brain ever could. Though she can play the part of the unassuming international student well enough, her eyes betray her. In class they’re sharper than anyone else’s, with those she loves they’re incredibly soft, and when studying they’re ravenous for knowledge. You can pass her off as just another young kid taking on more than she can chew at TWR, but not after looking into those eyes.

Headcanons:

Has crazy neat handwriting and once sold her notes in highschool for 1100 yen.

Can cook very well, but is too lazy to and survives off of ramen and coffee like any proper college student.

Develops romantic (and platonic!) crushes very easily and is a steadfast believer in love at first sight.

Needs glasses, but usually wears contacts because she hates how her wire-rims look.

Personality:

Sachiko is cool as a cucumber, unless literally anything doesn’t go according to plan. In school she’s a tiny devil, raising her hand to correct the teacher and debating PhDs until they cry. Seeing people- upperclassmen and lowerclassmen, it doesn’t matter- address her as “Takahashi” fearfully is nothing new in the hallways of TWR. But anywhere else she’s an easily flustered geek, who puts Pokemon stickers on her notebooks and always has paired socks.

Sachi has the unfortunate frame of mind that all failure is equal, and if she gets a question wrong on one test she beats herself over it for days. Even though she’s basically seen as ‘goals’ by every other student, her need to impress people and repeatedly prove her worth leads her to sleepless nights, caffeine binges, and permanent inkstains on all of her sleeves.

As the youngest child and baby of the family, she was always pressured into being pure, and innocent. While she doesn’t like being forced into that role, and considers herself neither of those things, the old habits die hard. She apologises easily, speaks softly, and lets herself be dragged into things she doesn’t want to do.

As for how she differs from Kiko, well, she takes longer to show people her drier, more insolent side and is much more hesitant to act out. But she does accept people as friends into her life faster than him, and is slightly more outgoing.

Strengths:

Intelligent- Sachiko has a brilliant mind, and isn’t at all prone to hide that fact. Though she isn’t a prodigy by any means, her dedication to her studies and natural ability got her farther than most people dream.

Level-headed- While it’s difficult to keep your head, especially during finals week, Sachiko tries her damndest and often succeeds. She has an excellent head for strategies and plans, schedules most things and is often punctual. This isn’t to say she doesn’t have emotions- she has a lot of them, she’s just better at shoving them to the side when she needs to get down to business.

Polite- Raised in a very high society, and also expected from birth to be unassuming and gentle, Sachiko learned manners before she could walk. It earns her points with professors, smiles from cashiers, and a great advantage when schmoozing up to people. Of course, if she knows you well enough or is just plain fed up, she won’t hesitate to be blunt.

Weaknesses:

Insecure- Sachiko was raised on the idea that she was destined to be a genius who preserves her family without fail. As her other siblings shot higher and higher, she was under more and more pressure to become something nearly impossible: perfect. All of that pressure got to her, to the point where she considers a ‘96’ a “bad grade” on a test, and is very self-deprecating when she messes up even slightly.

Anxious- Social events with more than three people? Terrifying. A creative writing final she only prepared for two days in advance? The worst monster she could imagine. While she can usually put it off until the last minute and use it as a motivator, when it gets to her, her anxiety hits her hard.

Easily Flustered- Sachiko, of course, isn’t a stranger to the idea of close friends hugging, or holding hands. And she definitely knows that westerners are much more… open about things than she’s used to. That doesn’t stop her from going beet red when an arm is slung around her shoulders, or when she overhears someone “bragging” about their exploits.

Backstory:

Ever since she was able to walk, Sachiko has noticed that there were certain things expected of her. As the youngest child of an old, historic family in Japan’s magical community, she was already placed on a pedestal, shown off to anyone who would look and cooed at by utter strangers. From the moment she began to display magical abilities associated with Light and Water, expectations rose higher. She was the only one of the three Takahashi children to inherit their mother’s gift of White Magic, and while her sisters were both incredibly talented in their own fields, you can’t shake off the reputation associated with Light magic. Her sisters, both excelling in school yet already being overshadowed by a toddler, grew resentful of their younger sibling. With two prominent magical beings as your parents, you’re left alone a lot, and while her sisters would console each other during thunderstorms, Sachiko was left to hide under the blankets by herself.

And when the time came for a rather large thunderstorm to take away their parents at sea, Sachiko was left alone. Her older sisters, Tomiko and Yuuma, had both turned eighteen weeks prior, and neither wanted to take in Sachiko to live with them. She bounced from relative to family friend to tutor until age ten, when she was officially adopted by her mother’s sister. There, in that cold, empty, house Sachiko began to remember what it felt like to be shown off. Her aunt paraded her around like a showpony. She wore long, pastel robes in public, let her hair be grown out, let her aunt do the talking for her. There were days when she forgot her name wasn’t ‘the last master of the White Arts in the Takahashi lineage’, she heard it so often.

At home, though, life was different. Her aunt held her to ridiculous standards, watching from the corner of the room as she practiced the piano or edited an essay like an ominous cloud. Scolded her with harsh words when she was caught messing with the water in the koi pond or talking to old friends. Little by little, “distractions” mysteriously disappeared from her life; girls and boys at school stopped speaking to her, notebooks she wrote poetry in vanished, and forms for clubs were disposed of as soon as she stepped through the door. Sachiko’s free time was now spent doing homework, practicing magic, or playing piano. It was as if she had been blotted out by a drop of ink, forced into a period of isolation.

That is, until she turned fourteen, and her application to Te Wānanga Ruānuku Academy was accepted. Dressed in traditional clothes and armed with a cheap notebook she had bought at the airport, Sachiko was ready to go out into the world and make her family proud. Tomiko had gone to a good, local medical school, and Yuuma had gotten into the most prestigious water-based academy there was, but Sachiko was going to watch history happen. She had never left the tiny “erased” island in the middle of the Japanese Archipelago, and on her first day away she was going to be surrounded by people from across the world!

Which was, actually, the most terrifying thing she could think off.

As soon as she got through customs and was seated on the flight, people were staring. Staring at the young girl dressed even younger in old-fashioned clothes, staring at the girl with hair past her waist pinned back with combs from a tradition they had never seen before. It was harrowing- she was used to the stares, but not these kinds of stares, like she was a- a freak.

When she arrived at the Academy, the first thing she did was sign up for extra foreign culture classes.

The second thing she did was cut her hair, and even when she gets screamed at by her aunt, she never looks back.

Sample RP:

“Eh, what?” The student leader had probably meant to say something intelligible, but the only words Sachiko could catch were ‘quickly’, ‘well’, and what might have been her name. The rest was either half-yawned or mumbled below her hearing range. “Sir, with all due respect, I think you should get some rest before you pass out behind the debate room.” Which was, from personal experience, the most embarrassing place to pass out. And Mr. Student Leader looked dangerously close to sharing her fate.

The student leader turned to her, a surprisingly indignant look on his groggy face, before swaying backwards a little too far, and-

And there he went. The debate room was supposed to be used to assist many other clubs when the debate team wasn’t in session, but the “dream prophecy” sect of divination club wasn’t on that roster. Sigh. Was there really any other choice but to help him out?

Sachiko smirks as she begins to shake Mr. Student Leader awake so she can help walk him back to his dorm. If only oba-san could see her now, helping a sleeping man back to his room!

[idolapps]

limitless — nct 127

OOC INFO

NAME/ALIAS, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE: sae, they/them, est.

RESERVATION: sae loves jenn

MEMBER PROFILE

FACECLAIM: jeon jungkook, bts.

NAME/STAGENAME: jun haneul / venus.

BIRTHDATE/AGE: february 14, 1997 / nineteen.

COMPANY/POSITION: galaxy ent. trainee.

HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 183cm / 66kg.

TRAINING PERIOD/JOINING YEAR: 2014.

INTERESTING FACTS: 

he can play the flute. 

can speak english, spanish and korean.

was in the original 360°Z line-up. 

was part of a dance studio by the name of R&F studios, and a number of videos of his choreography and his own dancing can be found on their youtube and website.

choreographed a 36 person routine to bring awareness to orphaned children for a dance team that worked under R&F studios and won first place in a national dance competition.

is a fanboy of and mentored by soloist moon bongki.

STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: 

「strengths」

dance. having started dancing at the age of four, it’s no surprise he finds the most passion in it as well as talent. he’s well versed in multiple styles of dance including street, concert, jazz, funk, tap, ballet, and ballroom. though, most of his talent lies in hip-hop. also setting him apart from others in the business, he has experience choreographing.

personality. externally, he’s easily seen in groups and tends to captivate whoever is on the receiving end of this personality. not only this, but he exceeds in front of cameras and it’s clear that in time, he will be easily related to especially by international fans. internally, he has a positive mindset that keeps him consistently motivated and lives with the belief that things happen for a reason; when he finds himself feeling down, anxious or tired most of the time he is able to find meaning in it.

live vocals. despite late entrance into vocal lessons, he has been performing and singing since he can remember. after so many years he’s polished his voice enough to stay consistent, but still has the raw element that easily captivates and draws emotion from his audience. one of his most notable compliments vocal wise has always been the emotion in his voice and how it’s heard when he sings.

「weaknesses」

emotions. like the reason he left the line up for 360°Z would suggest, he’s had issues with emotions and his mental health in general getting the best of him. feelings like home sickness and his general struggle with anxiety may make him work harder at first, but usually in the end ends with him freaking out and overexerting himself rather than push him to be better.

vocal range. he started vocal lessons at ten, a huge difference in comparison to his time in dance. his range is generally good, though up against many of his seniors and even fellow trainees he doesn’t have a comparable range. he has trouble breaking past the restraints of his voice despite the fact many of his coaches have seen potential for growth in this area.

approval seeking. there has never been a time he hasn’t strived to impress other people. even a lot of his personality has stemmed from his need to be liked. other peoples opinions affect him and he’s prone to changing things about himself to please others. in a profession where you are constantly being critiqued not only by fans, but also your superiors, peers, and the public as a whole it’s an extreme weakness, and most of the time he doesn’t realizing he’s bending to get other’s approval.

BIO/PERSONALITY:     ( trigger warning for anxiety, panic attacks, and mention of alcohol/drug use )

「The choreographic process may be divided into three phases」       — GATHERING THE MOVEMENT MATERIAL.

a boy and his schoolyard crush, finding comfort and love in each other years after classes have been over. running into someone you loved in high school and reconnecting is rare, and they rush into spending the rest of their lives together. their joy over getting pregnant only two years later is in describable, giving birth to a baby boy. they name him haneul, their little gift from god. haneul is six months old when his mother’s symptoms begin showing up. his father notices the way she’ll forget the little things, before it grows into something more. she forgets where she left haneul, whether she fed him. she forgets the things she’s known for years, mental changes as well as behavioral.  his father knows by the time his son is two they can’t take care of him when he comes home from work to find him out in the rain, his wife sleeping upstairs with no memory of leaving him outside.  jun haneul is put up for adoption the following month, a new home with foster parents, ones that can be there for him when his parents can’t. 

he meets maryanne and robert walsh for the first time the next year, when he’s three. his earliest memory, though in fragments, is the way they ran to hug him after he’d gotten off the plane in america, his sponsor letting go of him so he can meet the people who adopted him, his family. three older brothers and one older sister.  it seems like it’d take him longer to adjust, a new country, a new language, new people. but his family showers him with so much love and care that it doesn’t take him long to warm up to them, to open up and play with his siblings. he considers them his parents, his family, easily.

      — DEVELOPING MOVEMENT INTO PHRASES. ( a phrase, loosely speaking, is a series of movements bound together )

( I. ) he hasn’t been living with the walsh’s but a few months when he finds out his new best friend julia takes dance classes, and when he comes home from her house that day he’s immediately begging to his parent’s, deciding his career aspiration is ballerina. of course, they give in, signing up for ballet and tap dance classes with his friend. his first passion turns into something broader, and as he gets older he finds his passion lies within more than just ballet, it’s dance. after school he’s at different classes—hip-hop, jazz, anything they let him take, he took—or coming to play around with the older dancers. ( II. ) his mom notices the symptoms when he’s nine, and before a dance recital tells her he’s worried about an earthquake when he’s never even experienced one. she writes it off after soothing him, thinking it could just be performance nerves. but the worrying gets worse. from vomiting on test days, to trembling while in cars, to the increasingly sleepless nights he’s going through. a year after she notices the first sign, he’s diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder by both her and another psychiatrist. ( III. ) middle school brings a new interest, kpop. from bands like heart2heart to diamond, he hangs their posters on his walls and follows the fansites, talking his parents into driving out of state just to see concerts. he’s never had a real desire to explore his heritage, but the further he gets into his love for the music industry there, the more he has a desire to be embrace where he’s from.

( IV. ) high school is the strangest of them all, going to advanced classes while trying to juggle dance and clubs. it’s hard, but he manages it until his sophomore year. when he goes to take his drivers test, he has a panic attack, locking himself in the bathroom and crying until his sister comes back to get him. it’s rare that he gets so caught up in his worries that he loses his grip on what’s going on, and it’s his first major breakdown. ( V. ) the next year, he drops his advanced placement classes and leaves all his extra-curriculars except dance. he doesn’t tell his parents about anything but the classes, instead he uses the time he’d usually be at theater or anchor meetings to stay out late. he starts going to parties, getting into drinking and smoking. he chooses to do instead of think like he always has. ( VI. ) it takes him three months, a powerpoint, and testimonies from his friends and siblings to convince his parents to let him audition. he’s set on crystal media. two of his favorite groups originate from the company, but his parents force him to look more into the companies than just the idols he likes from them. it falls between galaxy entertainment and crystal, finally deciding to go with galaxy for their music current music style.

      — THE FINAL STRUCTURE.

his audition turns into a private meeting, and then finally an acceptance. he’s ecstatic, and he doesn’t think of the negatives in his plans. training is more rigorous for his voice than he thought it would be, but he’s spent years perfecting his dance and his body. his worries don’t fall on how he’s exhausted himself, he can handle exhaustion and sleepless nights. he can handle working on school online and taking korean classes all night, and spending his time training in the day. he wants to prove himself, show that he can keep up with the people who have been training for years. and he does, until emotions catch up to him.  he manages to stay intact until he’s officially mentioned in the rumors for 360°Z. he’s worked with them for the past few months, knowing he’s getting ready to debut. he’s excited, he likes them, but then worries consume him. the fact he’s away from his family, the fact he hasn’t slept a full night since coming. the breaking point comes with the attention he gets, how within a day people have found his social media, every video he’s ever been in. he knew it was coming, he himself had once been one of the fans who would look for anything he could find about an idol, but surreal feeling of it actually happening was a drastic change from his expectation. in the middle of a dance practice he feels his chest tighten, and he can’t breath. he doesn’t know when he loses reality, but when he comes back the music is off and people are staring at him. the only thing haneul can think to do is run to the nearest bathroom. he manages to explain the first panic attack away, but when he has the second one, no one lets him explain it away. he’s had little ones, but never any as difficult to get through as those and his friends, his manager-to-be, everyone can tell he isn’t okay. after conversations with his parents, and his superiors, it’s decided he’d be removed from the line-up and would go back to training until he, and the company, felt he was ready to debut.