#previously on other people's heartache (verse bio)

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BASICS ↓

human identity: maia farrin. true identity: chang’e. mythology: chinese. domain: the moon, space, family reunions. faction: old god occupation: the jade rabbit (restaurant), owner.  

BIOGRAPHY ↓

      In ancient China there were 10 suns, but Chang’e was the only moon. One day, the jealous emperor of the suns cast her out of the sky, in an attempt to be the only ruler of the heavens. Now mortal, Chang’e made her home on Earth with an famous archer, but she was never truly happy. In an attempt to cheer her up, the archer shot all but one of the suns from the sky, and was rewarded with the elixir of immortality. He refused to drink it without his wife, he hadn’t wanted any reward but her happiness. However, most were not so selfless. Chang’e drank the elixir herself and escaped back to her moon, where she lived happy once more being worshiped by the people below.

       Somewhere in America, a terrified immigrant woman stood on the deck of a ship. In a world in which everything was so new and different, she looked to the only constant, the moon. She prayed that Chang’e would protect her family in this new world, and then she leapt into the sea. Chae found herself thrown headfirst back into the Earth which she’d finally escaped. But she learned the ways of the new world, that selfishness was prided more here than in the old. She did alright for herself for a while. The Chinese lunar program was named in her honor, and occasionally there was an accident– not too often, but enough. However, Chae preferred her adoration a little closer to home. In the heart of San Fransisco’s Chinatown, the Jade Rabbit stands proudly, drawing in it’s biggest crowds the night of the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival. Though over the years, not even Chinatown has been able to keep the traditions of old alive, and her holiday has become primarily an excuse to sell moon cakes and cassia wine. But Chae does the best she can, and she keeps the moon shining, though sometimes she wishes she were a star, at least people make wishes on those.

CONNECTIONS ↓

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[valleywatcher]

[ federal file: shadow valley ] [ member files: finley hamilton ]  —-ACCESSING INFORMATION —- expand search [ all activities ]. releasing summary.

ISSUED BY THE STATE OF ALABAMA, USA — case number   011010001 0100011010 — in the matter of FINLEY HAMILTON the following information has been collected through joint alliance with the canadian government and reads as follows:

             NAME: finley hamilton ALIAS: fin DOB: may 6th AGE: thirty SEX: female WEIGHT: 123 lbs HEIGHT: 5′2″ EYE COLOR: green HAIR COLOUR: red EMPLOYMENT: owner of iron city ( bar ), president of shadow valley mc OUTSTANDING CHARGES: aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, trafficking in stolen identities.PRIOR OFFENSES:  bartending under 21( waived ).                           individual has been linked to the following parties: grounders motorcycle club, shadow valley motorcycle club. president of shadow valley mc. known by various witness statements to be involved in the sale of stolen identification. suspect in a string of bombing attacks on bars owned by the boulder devils mc. individual has not been brought in due to value in surveillance and lack of evidence.                               KNOWN HISTORY: Finley Hamilton born in Chattanooga, Tennessee to Whitt and Ella Hamilton. Whitt was president of the alabama chapter of the grounders mc prior to disbandment. He was killed in an accident involving the boulder devils mc, foul play was suspected. Finley became a major player within the newly formed shadow valley mc and took over as president when her father died. Highly probable that she is the leading their aggression in the area. current owner of the iron city bar in birmingham. frequently drops off the radar, suspected to be using fake identities to travel without detection. whereabouts currently unknown. Former medical student at Vanderbilt University, dropped out after the grounders mc split.                  WITNESS TESTIMONY: cited as impulsive and and excessively violent on occasion. known to take younger girls under her wing and mentor them. noted importance is the signature leather jacket with multiple shadow valley patches, worn frequently.

[ Possible Connections ]

Roan Azgeda - childhood friends Maia Farrin - sold fake identity to Zosime Kazan - old friends

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How Do You Run Your Blog

Repost; Do Not Reblog

Speed: This completely an entirely depends on how much chicken’s A.D.D. wishes to fuck her over on any given day. But usually things are que’d unless it’s something small or something the muse threatens murder if it isn’t post instantly....

Replies: Chicken is wordie. Nothing stays short long (on chicken’s end). Chicken replies with a length the muse feels like replying with. No matter chicken’s partner’s response. Chicken has her own format that she sticks too, third person and generally TRY to stay in ‘present’ tense when writing though chicken prolly fails a lot.

Starters: Chicken dont really do the ‘greeter starters’, mostly because she’s crap at one liners and such. Chicken does post ‘starter calls’ though and loves to plot or just wing para starters.

Inbox: It’s there for a reason. Use it. Come bug Baz, or chicken about plotting. Send the memes. Chicken don’t just post them cuz they look pretty. But as the rules state mutuals only please and thank.

Selectivity: Yea so here’s the thing. Chicken is....she doesn’t do short. That being said if all someone else seems to write is like one liners, and three sentence paras? Chicken probably isn’t going to follow back. Just the way it is. Chicken looks at every blog that follows Baz. She browses tags, reads bios, looks at RP writing. The content, how it’s written and how much of it there is verses ooc/memes/face claim posts. If Chicken doesn’t get the vibe her writing is gonna mesh well with the other ? Follow back just isn’t going to happen. This goes for canon muses just as much as oc’s. Chicken is selectively selective with anyone and everyone. So don’t take it personal. As for Baz....fucker is complicated and some people he clicks with while others it takes awhile. Just the breaks. And sometimes the asshole just straight up ‘nope bai’ not touching that. So again don’t take it personal. Like people in real life, there are muses that just aren’t going to work interacting. Be that as friends or enemies or otherwise.

Wishlist item: ....wat the hell does this even mean? Like are you asking for Chicken to list something off her wishlist? If you are just click this. It’s the link to the tag.

Honest note: Chicken is a terrible mun. Like she can’t lie. She is SaTaN. If you’re not ready for an angst, turmoil, heartache, angry cake sprinkled with fluff on occasion this probably is not the muse or the blog for u. 

Chicken is also a paranoid, idiot that is afraid of people. The likelihood Chicken will talk to anybody first lives somewhere next to never gonna happen. If you want to RP you literally will need to come into the inbox of IM and TELL HER. but again mutuals only please because of reasons chicken listed previously.

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Tagging:   @morgansmornings​ | @thor-theavengergod​ | @offorgottenbooks​ | @callingvoiids​ (whoever u’d like!) | @hittcr​ |@bennogaldaan​ | @itakethatpersonally​ | @dragonbitvh​ | @callmepoltergeist​ | @hoouna | @jerseysass | ….anyone else that wants too :D

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Davy Maccruim

Davy started as a side character in Asher’s sets, but once presented with the opportunity to add another official character to the group, I couldn’t resist the urge to give him his own story. I did manage to retrieve the entirety of the original text from this audition, so some of that will be under the cut. A warning: the story is third person, but as it is still written from Davy’s perspective, it is littered to a frankly unnecessary extent with slang. I can translate if anyone wants.

And yes. I’ll admit it up-front, he was definitely based heavily on Grantaire.

Davy Maccruim Audition

2016 - 07 - 17

Personality

Davy is loud and brash, with a tendency to lash out if made uncomfortable. This will generally consist of merciless teasing, which he is prone to do anyway. He is competitive and likes to boast his manliness, often over-exaggerating to make up for shortcomings.

Brief Bio

As a child, Davy was a handful, to say the least. His parents shipped him off to the navy as soon as they could, where he remained a cabin boy for years because he lacked the initiative to rise in the ranks. He was on the same ship as Asher Levi when the pirates took it over, and wasn't thrown overboard purely on the merits of Asher's charm. And some charm it was. Davy was grateful, of course, but that didn't stop him from teasing Asher about his less manly qualities. Because, well... the way the other boys always talked about women? That's how Davy felt about men. Had been since forever. But in specific, now, it was how he thought about Asher, and he wasn't going to risk anyone finding out, so he turned all those labels he himself knew he deserved into taunts for Levi. “Molly,” or “Nancy,” or “Sod.” He had a whole list.

Eventually, when the ship crashed, Davy took the opportunity to affirm to everyone how VERY into women he was. And all the while, his jabs at Asher got worse and worse, because despite himself, he still wasn't over it. 

For a Twirl, or So I’ve Said

2016 - 07 - 17

Story prompt: describe how your character arrived on the island, what their first impression was of the island, how well they settled into island life, what they like to do in their spare time, if they help out with the near constant renovations taking place on the isle, and, if they do, how they do so.

Davy was playing cards with Sam and Logan when the lookout cried, “LAND HO!” and the crew went off its chump. Davy, for his part, wasn't about to go mad over a patch of sand under his feet, he quite liked being out at sea, but he was happy of behalf of his friends (Logan was starting to get seasick, Sam was sick of the ever-staling food, and Asher... well).

And then, of course, the ship crashed. Out of the corner of his eye, Davy caught sight of Sam's cheroots blaze up the mast, but everything was quickly dowsed in an enormous wave and he didn't really have time to dwell on it.

The captain didn't keep the cabin boys around to "help" for long. Logan, huddled and green off to the side, wouldn't be particularly until he'd had a chance to fire and fall back. Davy wasn't helpful on a regular basis, and Cap didn't expect much from him at this point. Asher... tried. Sam was the only one out of the four of them that seemed to be of any use right now, but he couldn't seem to get his mind off bust head and diddeys. After a little, they were gruffly dismissed to explore the island.

Sam, as previously mentioned, already knew what he wanted to do, Logan did whatever Sam did, and Davy was not one to miss the chance to flaunt his love of oh-be-joyful and buors.

“I ain't see the point o' bein' afternoonified wif me chink, Sherry,” Sam explained to Asher. “I'm gonna find me some lush an' get arfarfan'arf, an' then I'm gonna find me some Miss Laycock, I am.”

Asher didn't care to come along.

“Ah, Chukaboo,” Davy proclaimed to Sam, “he'd rather find himself a truncheon than a pair o' bubbies! 'Less you're offerin' him?”

Tight smile from Asher. Mock disgust and a shove from Sam. Laugh from Logan. It wasn't true, of course, or, at least, Davy was nearly certain it wasn't - he didn't let himself hope it was.

“Maybe I'll buy myself a cat-lap and impress me a toffer,” Davy announced as they walked away.

He didn't throw one last look at Asher over his shoulder. He didn’t.

The island was a beautiful place, once he got a real look at it. He'd never seen a sky more beautiful, and honestly, the arfarfan'arf pirate he'd seen kissing the sand might have had the right idea.

His evening out got him kunard and a slap-mark, but the cloudless sky was almost worth the hangover he'd suffer in the morning. And, as expected, he'd refuse to learn his lesson and continually spend all his push on such activities, rather than helping with renovations.

Speaking of push, he had to earn it somehow. After slipping from job to job, he eventually settled on selling fish. Mainly, because he liked being out by the salty air of the sea. But the solitude of fishing also gave him an opportunity to think where no one would ask him about it. It gave him an opportunity to scribble none-sensible verse in his book without anyone giving him a hard time.

It gave him an opportunity to twirl Asher's necklace between his fingers where no one would watch.

Goblet Full of Heartache - a Davy Maccruim Playlist

2016 - 07 - 18

Demons by imagine Dragons

Make Me Happy from 35mm: a Musical Exhibition

No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross by Sufjan Stevens

Land of Opportunity by A Great Big World

Out Tonight from RENT

Oasis by A Great Big World

Sound of Madness by Shinedown

Hear Me by Imagine Dragons

If You Only Knew by Shinedown

Take Me to Church by Hozier

Pirate Party - an Unfinished Story

2016 - 09 - 27

There was plenty to see from the moment Davy stepped in, and that hadn't changed after an hour at the party: a pool full of mermaids (best to avoid that, the collie shangles ended badly for him right quick), Asher dancing along with a few other people (and having narty narking, by the looks of it), and a woman by the bar. Davy figured his best bet was to head for that last one. After all, he had a reputation of tot hunting to keep up.

“Tickle yer innards?” the woman behind the bar offered as he sat down.

“Don't mind if I do,” Davy agreed.

A moment later, she slid a mug of gatter in front of him. He thanked her and turned to the buor beside him.

“And what's a bit o' jam like you doin' in a place like this?” he asked.

She smirked, curls bobbing as she tipped her chin. “Waiting for someone better than you.”

He might have gone with the hint of flirtation in her tone, played the part of a gal-sneaker, dabbed up with her if he got that far and had something to brag about with the boys, or he might not have — he'd never know one way or the other, as a boy chose his moment to fling himself at Davy, giggling out, “Hullo!”

Not just any boy, Davy realized. Asher. Asher, tight as a boiled owl. Asher, draped over his back, daddles in Davy's hair, which really, was far too much for Davy to handle. He shoved Asher off, immediately feeling guilty as a flash of hurt danced over Asher's features.

“Blimey, Sherry, took you for a cat-lap type,” Davy groaned. “Who stuffed you full o' neck oil?”

Asher merely giggled again, reaching a hand out to brush through Davy's hair. “Your hair is so curly!” he exclaimed, and then, in a sincere undertone, “I'm glad it's there.”

Before Davy had a chance to reply, Asher three a quick, "Hullo, Astrid!" towards the woman at the bar and dragged Davy out towards the center of the room.

“Let's dance, Davy!” he called, far too loud, “come on, let's!”

And if Davy were alone with him right now, this might be a right can’t, but there was Sam, weaving his way through the crowd, and Davy felt every bit the meater right then.

“Oh ho, what have we here, Davy?” Sam crowed.

“Damfino,” Davy groused, trying and failing to ignore Asher hanging onto his arm. "Got himself some grog and he's mad as hops."

Sam — held a candle to the devil sometimes, he did — only laughed and whispered “Mandrake,” as he passed.

Davy gritted his teeth, turned back to Asher, who was still grinning at him, damn the fool who gave him mecks, and said, “Why don't we get you home, Sherry?”

Asher's face fell. “I just got here, Davy, not an hour ago, I can't leave now! Besides, I wanna dance!”

I don't need you flopping all over me like a mil looking for coin, Davy thought. “We can dance when we get home,” he promised Asher. A flam he had no intention of keeping once they got back to the rooms they shared with Logan and Sam, but he'd sell Asher a dog if it meant getting him out of here quick.

[I never got around to writing the rest of this, although I’ve got some ideas of where it would go. Maybe I’ll write more if there’s any interest.]

[stellarstolen-a]

[ federal file: iced royals ] [ non member files: maia farrin]  —-ACCESSING INFORMATION—- expand search [ non realted activities ]. releasing summary.

ISSUED BY THE PROVINCE OF ONTARIO, CANADA — case number   011010001 0100011010 — in the matter of MAIA FARRIN the following information has been collected through joint alliance with the united states government and reads as follows:

           NAME: maia farrin ALIAS: mai, little bird DOB: september 13th AGE: twenty one SEX: female WEIGHT: 114 lbs HEIGHT: 5′7″ EYE COLOR: brown HAIR COLOUR: dark brown EMPLOYMENT: royal cards ( bar ), affiliated with iced royals mc OUTSTANDING CHARGES: first degree murder of a peace officer, resisting arrest, identity fraud, tax evasion. PRIOR OFFENSES: grand larceny.                           individual has been linked to the following parties: iced royals motorcycle club. not a member of the group however is heavily involved in member activities. known by various witness statements from members of the community to be sleeping with multiple men and women that are members of the iced royalty motorcycle club. individual has not been brought in despite known location due to value in surveillance and lack of evidence.                         KNOWN HISTORY: birth certificate for maia farrin on record, but suspected to be robin mai born in vancouver, bc. family unknown. raised in the foster system until the age of 13, when she ran away. during a botched arrest attempt for charges of grand larceny, mai (age 18) took the gun of a police officer and fatally wounded him. no further records of robin mai exist. maia farrin surfaced in ontario with the iced royals mc. no charges have been filed due to lack of evidence connecting the two identities.                   WITNESS TESTIMONY: cited as temperamental and aloof. no evidence that further violent crimes have been committed, appears to be generally caring toward people (both in and out of the iced royals mc). noted importance is the signature leather jacket with a patch that states “property of the iced royals” on the back. worn daily.

[ Possible Connections ]

Roan Azgeda - took her in off the streets, the only person she really trusts Finley Hamilton - set her up with a new identity Ontari Natblida - mentor/friend Rafael Contreras - *eye roll emoji* Fox Haddock - best friends Emori Nunes - friends

[stellarstolen-a]

Maia Farrin - 21 - Junior - Literature Major

-super close with her grandmother who raised her -had a track scholarship freshman & sophomore year, but quit the team -has classes around lunch time, but only goes to classes in her major -added a business minor last minute & screwed up her chances of graduating in 4 years -involved in way too many clubs for things she doesn’t even care about, but she’s really bad at saying no & most of them throw good parties anyway -doesn’t really do drugs but she could down half a bottle of vodka in one sitting -hardly eats out because she’s pretentious and loves her own cooking too much -moved into the house her sophomore year -reformed party girl

Connections

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Maia Farrin - 21 - Witch

When Maia was 8 her parents were killed by vampires, after their deaths she was taken in by a distant relative in New Orleans. She grew up, unaware that her family was special, let alone that they were descended from a long line of witches. As her powers grew, she was taken in by the coven and they taught her how to control her magic. Though she was urged to leave her past behind her, she began searching for the vampires who killed her parents. Though she is on the side of the witches, and is determined to kill the vampire who took her parents, she isn’t opposed to supernaturals in general, which tends to get her in trouble with the other witches.

Connections

none yet hmu

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Maia Farrin - 20 - Bartender

Maia spent most of her childhood in and out of the foster system. When she aged out at 18, she had no money, no job, not even a car. She bounced around waitressing, working retail, and her fair share of sugar daddies until she finally set herself up in a one-step-above-shitty apartment in the city. She got a mixology certification, and through a few connections found a job at Mockingbird. Maia had never intended to work at a strip club, but money was money. 

Connections

none yet hmu

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sophmore - 20 - azgeda - literature

Maia Farrin never wanted to go to college, she wanted to go to the Olympics. But her coach insisted. In fact he went out of his way to get her a full-ride track scholarship to Groundview. So Maia went. And she didn’t like it. She loved it. A year in and she’d found the best crew of friends in Azgeda. She was a big partier, and an even bigger flirt. Classes came second to her social life, but literature always came easy to Maia. She was one of those kids. But just because she was having fun, didn’t mean she stopped focusing on her real goal. That Olympic team spot is almost hers. 

connections

none yet hmu! 

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Maia Delaney Farrin - 21 - Librarian

Maia was an only child and was very accustomed to spending her time alone. Most of that alone time was spent reading books. Stacks and stacks of books. Her parents liked to show off photos of the time she accidentally pulled too many off the shelf in the study and buried herself in. They didn’t find her for two hours, she was in her happy place. So it was a surprise to no one when she dropped out of college to become a librarian.

Finding that dorm life actually suited her, she moved into the apartment complex so she could branch out even more. But, just like with every only child, she’s got her fair share of quirks. For example she’s yet to grasp the concept of sharing: her things belong to her & everyone else’s things also belong to her. Despite that Maia has a big heart, once she’s made a friend they’re friends for life. When she’s not reading she’s probably cooking; but if you want any you better like whatever’s on, because she doesn’t take requests.

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Maia Farrin - Junior - 21 - Literature Major

After Maia’s parents died when she was a child, she was in and out of foster homes. She was seen as a “problem child.” It wasn’t her fault, everything she stole she gave away to kids even less fortunate than her. Eventually she aged out of the system. She had great grades, despite being at a new school every year throughout high school, and managed to get a full ride scholarship to university. She decided to major in Literature, with the goal of opening her own bookstore one day. She stumbled upon YYY almost on accident, but they quickly became the closest thing to family she’s ever known. 

Over the first two years, she’s become extremely involved on campus. She works at the library for extra money, and is president of the Young Leaders of America club. She has her eye on sorority president for her senior year, but she hasn’t told anyone yet.

Connections

none yet hmu

[stellarstolen-a]

Maia Farrin - 18 - Student

Maia is a senior at Arkadia, she’s been there since freshman year. Her mother died when she was younger, but her father’s family own their own an electric company. She dabbles in a lot of things, but nothing has really held her attention except for history & english. Her grades are good but she’s lazy about turning in her work, her teachers tend to give her a free pass because she’s always frequenting their office hours & is on first name basis with several of them. Maia works as a library aide to get out of P.E. but she also just likes being surrounded by books. Among the other students, she’s most notorious for knowing every way to sneak out of Arkadia after curfew. If you want something snuck in, or you want to be snuck out, Maia’s your girl.

Connections

None currently hmu